For the Inuit, there is a primal ocean Goddess, sometimes called Sedna, or Sanna. Mistress of the Sea. Mother of the Deep. The Table. Then again, She… Read more “Sedna: Food on the Table, Fingers at Sea”
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Entropy, the First Mark of Existence
In the Beginning, there wasn’t much… Some would argue that there was less than that. Maybe something negative. Negative Muchness. Or some kind of polar Suchness. An… Read more “Entropy, the First Mark of Existence”
Hail Athena! Now I will remember you, and another song as well
The Homeric Hymns are a collection of 33 poems that were sung to the Greek Gods. Some, like the one to Apollo, are relatively long; however, poem… Read more “Hail Athena! Now I will remember you, and another song as well”
In the Beginning, there was Pangu
In the Beginning, there really wasn’t very much. Now, some people will try and sell you their myths: In the Beginning, there was… The Void, The Singularity,… Read more “In the Beginning, there was Pangu”
Zeus and Themis: The Storm Bringer and the Mother of Peace
The Homeric Hymns are a collection of 33 poems that were sung to the Greek Gods. Some, like the one to Apollo, are relatively long; however, poem… Read more “Zeus and Themis: The Storm Bringer and the Mother of Peace”
The Eight Limbs of Yoga [2]: The Other Shore
Before continuing, I’ve got to hammer one point home: Yoga simply means to bind, to yoke, to join. This is where I might lose you, but please… Read more “The Eight Limbs of Yoga [2]: The Other Shore”
The Birth of Venus: Aphrodite through the Ages
If the name Aphrodite evokes images of sensuality, it honestly should. Aphrodite is so ingrained in our linguistic memory that we use a derivative word – Aphrodisiac… Read more “The Birth of Venus: Aphrodite through the Ages”
The Eight Limbs of Yoga: An Introduction
Many people have asked, what exactly is Yoga? Sitting in funny postures? Breathing in rhythmic patterns? Chanting strange Mantras? Clearing one’s mind? The answer is: Yoga means To… Read more “The Eight Limbs of Yoga: An Introduction”
A Dangerous Poem, Indeed: The Treasure of Forrest Fenn
Can words kill? Sure. Consider hate speech and the incitement to violence; words can lead to bloodshed. But how about a poem? I mean, poems are usually… Read more “A Dangerous Poem, Indeed: The Treasure of Forrest Fenn”
R. Buckminster Fuller: Spaceship Earth
Can one be spiritual, if that means just being in awe in the vastness of existence? Staring in wonder at the scale of planets, stars and galaxies?… Read more “R. Buckminster Fuller: Spaceship Earth”