What the Muses Leave Behind

-for my sons Give up on everything, and snatch back the meat that matters - this journey only requires skin. You inherit a convoluted path built on generations of dreams, carried all along in the palm of your hand. Free will is destiny when you follow it, luck is the family hound leashed on Ariadne’s thread – The minotaur waits in your belly. If heart lead your feet, best walking is slow – moment brings moment. Your quest, living this labyrinth can feel like trudging shoeless into winter, working naked through June – you’ll make mistakes but say yes, it’s the right answer.

for my nieces enter matrimony Wide eyed how delirious love may start hold Spring in your belly keep summer in your Heart sleep with earth and heaven what fills the space between? your lightning and your thunder or the Satisfying rain? making Mate a Mirror we see what we project the lake looks up into the sky the clouds and sun reflect remember Ariadne who held Tightly to her thread - tethered it to Theseus to help her Keep her head somewhere in the Middle a monster greets his kin you’ve dreamt this Passage countless nights met the ancient one within it’s not the pink and comfy times that give us fullest measure bonds born among Insufferable days – emerge like Sacred Treasure and any woman who’s labored long to have the sweetest child knows deep love comes of Beastly times when hearts ring out so wild - Maybe marriage is a maze indeed a risky venture - so pearls come from irritant and honey fruits from labor With some luck – you find your Self the golden apple from the start there is