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Myth & Moor update

Tilly and The Lady of Bumblehill

I'm out of the studio due to health problems, but I'm hoping to martial my strength with rest today and be back in tomorrow morning.

"The creative act," wrote Terrance McKenna, "is a letting down of the net of human imagination into the ocean of chaos on which we are suspended, and the attempt to bring out of it ideas. It is the night sea journey, the lone fisherman on a tropical sea with his nets, and you let these nets down -- sometimes, something tears through them that leaves them in shreds and you just row for shore, and put your head under your bed and pray. At other times what slips through are the minutiae, the minnows of this ichthyological metaphor of idea chasing. But, sometimes, you can actually bring home something that is food, food for the human community that we can sustain ourselves on and go forward."

Tomorrow, I hope, we shall keep moving forward through myth and art together ... slowly, perhaps, but steadily onward.

Recommended reading: "Animal Allies: Healing and Empowering Children" by Brenda Peterson (author of Wolf Nation, Build Me An Ark,etc.); and an interview with Robert Macfarlane on his new book, Underland.

Tilly looks up at Herbert the Blackbird

Tilly in her dan


That Tilly is such a doll. I hope you are better soon.

Sending prayers and good thoughts to you. I hope you feel better quickly.


I wish you a return to health and energy.
(And I love that photo of Tilly under the bush.)

I have a den like Tilly's; I keep crates of beer and secret stashes of chocolate there. Sometimes I can be gone for days until search parties are sent out and I'm found in a delerious, sugar-induced trance, under layers of empty bottles and torn chocolate wrappers while singing to the fairies....

(Please disregard the previous statement. When I become Prime Minister I shall deny I ever posted it!)

Thanks for the recommended readings! Please, feel better soon.

P.S. AM I the only one who thinks Tilly looks like Churchill in the first Photo?

To A Friend Out of Spoons

I have ransacked the cupboards
for spoons to send you.
It's a mixed bag,
Some are silver,
though perhaps not the weight
or quality you desire.
One is an old pewter,
a bit wobbly around the bowl.
The old ones are like that.
I thought I had a gold spoon,too,
but remembered I buried it
in the back garden
with some of David's ashes.
A major bush has grown around it,
blossoming with white flowers.
I am loathe to disturb it.
So that's five spoons in all.
I WIll keep looking.
Right now I don't need this many,
so am sending a clutter
in the overnight mail.
When you're well enough,
let me know they've arrived.
No need to return them.
Pass them on.

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I'm the only one then.

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