Joseph Campbell died 26 years ago today, I just turned 21 and knew nothing of a lot of things, except one thing...I knew even then, most my days would likely be spent alone...how? well, up to that time in my juvenile existence, I spent most of my hours alone...most of my altercations, most of my joys, embarrassments, doubts and stifling fears were navigated alone...a few years before Joes death, my best friends mother turned us on to this cat named Campbell...as a staunch Catholic herself and me a reluctant one, we had no idea the irony that awaited down the road as his words would force me to question everything I had ever been taught and experienced...its what happens when youre alone...anything but a sad tale, my alone helped me steal ideas without question or judgments from others...I openly admit stealing from my dads play book the deep rooted belief that no one is above or below you...from Maya Angelou the idea that the only thing that matters is how you make others feels... from James Hillman the notion that theres a seed inside you of your purpose right from your very beginning...from Springsteen and Joe Campbell the idea that heroes go out into their alone and the darkness of their humanity and then, then they come back with he boon and say, See! It can be done, lets do it together...dont know Joe, you should...anywho a reboot, but... Life is a river, life is a fish. Life’s a giver, life’s a wish. Maybe just a notion. Life’s a book, then a page. Life’s a rook, grows to sage. Life’s a rolling ocean. Life’s a song, many a verse. A right or wrong or blessing curse. Maybe never knowing. Life’s a smile, a burning tear. One last mile, one more year. Always forever growing. Life’s a seed, forgotten fruit. To be freed, or to grow root. Living in the now. Life’s the earth, blends to sky. Forever birth, whenever die. Never knowing how. Life is water, quenches fire. Son and daughter, an honest liar. What it will always be. Life’s the moon, patient sun. An end too soon, a never begun. Most we never see. Life’s a heart, a simple brain. A brand new start, a cleansing rain. A wishful healing cause. Life is hope, life’s a dream. A saving rope, an endless stream. It’s the action between pause. Orig. 5.12.08 ksalire……modified…1-28-13
Posted on: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 12:59:29 +0000
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