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A Return to the Sacred

I seem to be stumbling across a number of articles these days that express, far more beautifully than I can, my own philosophical orientation to life and the need to return to a very vital, sacred part of human nature which has been lost to the commodifying, consumerist culture that has, over time, impoverished our spiritual selves.

This is what I wish we all could do for our children and ourselves.

It is called:  Remember Your Song



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Tales from the Scrypt: Stumbling Out onto the Road

“I am the hero of my own story.”  Mary Macarthy

Answering the Call to the Hero’s Journey

I have finally landed on the other side – released the “pause button,” as it were, though the landing and becoming have required sufficient time and space to find each other and form the beginning steps of the dance of the narrative they are meant to create together.  I am now five weeks into a vision quest I decided to take because, well, vision questing has been the overall narrative of my life thus far and I found myself needing, once again, to acquiesce to its seemingly irrational rhyme and reason.  Such calls to meanderings have, and continue to, confound me, though the unwrapping of their gifts and treasures I know always lasts far into future . . . most often into lifetimes.

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Extending and Receiving

artwork by Anthony Cianciolo; text by sistertongue ©2010

These are the hands of flesh and bone.  Reaching out into the unknown of individual lives, hopes and dreams, sorrows and regrets.  These palms hold the fragments  of our personal narrative, the hieroglyphs of individual histories that live and play out their relationships with self and others in the particular tribe they chose to embrace in a particular time and space on a small planet in a large universe. Read the rest of this entry »


Primordial Bones

artwork by Anthony Cianciolo; text by Sistertongue ©2010

These are the bones. The archeological text of us, from the first word to the last.

Just as the primordial, single-celled organisms emerged from the muddy depths to grasp motility and develop  a hunger for wider and wider horizons, so also does the human fetus begin its quest for sentience within the oceanic environment of  the mother womb. Only after endless divisions and multiplications of the fertilized egg at a microscopic level does a coherent structure of form and spirit begin to take shape . A neural tube appears, and, around it, flesh and eye spots, a beating heart. A reptilian tail and a spinal cord  congeal, the first hard evidence of our personal story.  A neoplasmic entity still, it cannot comprehend its final form.  It senses only it’s intimate relationship with all living things, not yet having realized itself as homo sapiens. It reaches out to discover its true identity and, by and by a brain,  appendages and facial features develop that become, over time, recognizable to us as one of our own. Read the rest of this entry »

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