Tag Archives: Paradox

Such Stuff That Dreams Are Made On

Reaching the threshold of seven decades is daunting. I had imagined this post to be full of self deprecating humor about crumbling teeth, sinus pain, and VANITY ~~ there’s still time for that. Caught in Goya’s Saturn grip, a dismembering … Continue reading

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Lydia, Oh Lydia!

“The Paradox of life and death ¬†returns in a new form¬†at each new spiral of growth. If we accept this, we are not torn apart by the opposites.” ~ Marion Woodman Lydia came to us with her name. She was … Continue reading

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