What you do makes a difference,
and you have to decide what kind of difference you want to make.
– Jane Goodall
Today is World Book Day/Night. Although I’m smack dab in the middle of one already (The Mythic Journey: The Meaning of Myth as a Guide for Life) I picked up another one at the library this morning: Raids on the Unspeakable.
I’m so thoroughly enjoying The Mythic Journey that I may have to purchase my own copy.
The Mythic Journey
IntroductionMyth is the original self-help psychology.
One of the great healing functions of myth is to show us that we are not alone with our feelings, fears, conflicts and aspirations. We learn from myth that sibling rivalry is as old as time; that Oedipus is alive and well and is not limited to the psychoanalytic couch; that the eternal triangle is indeed eternal and has been written about since human beings first learned to write; that beauty, talent, power and wealth bring their own forms of suffering; and that in the darkness of loneliness, failure and loss we have always discovered light and new hope.
‘Kayso, I’m at the library returning books and checking out the one when the lady at the front desk and I get into a conversation about a book I’d returned (Fear of the Animal Planet: The Hidden History of Animal Resistence) which segued into us talking about the plight of Nature. While totally agreeing with her, I also wanted to share some Light. So I told her about the Concrete Jungle and the Bewick’s wren fledglings that were using it as their playground.
She shared a story about watering her yard the other day and finding two doves in the way so she watered around them. Every time she got a bit close they’d sidle away from her but never flew away! I said, “They trusted you.” That made her smile. Me too.
One more thing that happened this morning was discovering our dear neighbors are moving. I saw the wife standing outside with the movers and stopped to chat. I told them we’d miss them very much but wished them great happiness in their new place. Suddenly a Monarch butterfly flew by and stuck around! It fluttered around a nearby bush, even though said bush contained no flowers. I told her, “That’s a good sign.” Then she said this morning she had a conversation with a Canada goose that was standing on the roof of the covered parking area. (I heard it’s loud honking so I knew it was somewhere close.) We both beamed. I gave her a hug.
In the midst of all the self-centeredness and just plain HATE (Ya’ll know to whom I’m referring.), there are more decent people in the world than THEY would have you believe. Let us not be THEM, let us be the decent ones. Sharing fun stories seems like a good place to start.

Unravelling the Symbolism and Spiritual Significance of the Monarch Butterfly
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