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I’m digging deep dark down. Mining for gold…for something to write. Somewhere a geyser of words awaits, somewhere Vesuvian vitality pulses.

Catching an archetype as it acts within one’s own consciousness builds more consciousness. The reward is increased choice, greater freedom, and deeper connection to oneself.

A visit with my friend Don leads to conversation about the word ‘futile’. Philosopher by training and temperament …

Christmas comes and I pray. May I be present for the deeply holy, twilight emergence of a manger-ed babe. May I, like Mary, hear and obey angelic commands …

Friends talk about their brains, relieved to learn the acclaimed organ accommodates change–even in older age.