If I were to try to write about the inner landscape of the last week, I'd first have to know where I've been. Someplace, it seems, between breaths. Waking, maybe, but with the lead head of a hang over. Stumbling, drunk on the elixir of mental illusion and attachment. Little deaths and big ones, little lights and false light. Swirling with stars only at night to guide me.
I am screaming, crying, and silent often. So is the road of transmutation.
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Living River Blog is a chronicle of my path along the banks of life and my submersion into the deep waters of personal inquiry. Through my contemplations and writing, I reflect on the sacred process of transformation that exists as the wellspring of all true healing.
