i have almost nothing
but among what i do call mine
are affection and strawberries from jupiter
and apollo has given me poetry
from venus balance and beauty
but the gods demand sacrifice and take as they give
so that all i have left in the end
is unrequited love for humanity

Regular readers may have noticed that I am well versed in classical mythology and make frequent use of several stories as symbols.  Stories don’t survive thousands of years without having a certain power over the imagination.  I’ve spent years reading, studying, exploring.  I was fortunate to have several great teachers and the opportunity to learn just because I loved to learn.  These days I drive an hour once a week just to attend Bible study.  I don’t really like spending so much time on the road.  It gets old.  But such is reality in the rural Southwest.  And all those hours behind the wheel, they aren’t just lost and wasted.  If I shut up and turn the music off and just drive I find myself with much needed prayer time.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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