The last two/ three? months have stagnated me along with this blog.
This blog is my life-breath. It is my soul. It breathes my life into other souls.
Truth. I am reading Paulo Coelho's The Witch of Portobello. I was curious about Athena's many facets as seen by the many who knew her and I was drawn to someone taming a restless spirit. Or managing a restless spirit, as we say in the corporate world. Athena has begun to leap up the paths of new ageism and I have begun to feel fear even greater than that which I felt when I read Nietzsche's The Anti-Christ and I felt that God was going to strike me down to dust for even looking at the book.
My passion, it appears, has stepped back for another passion: venturing into the world and easing my thirst for discovery and adventure. Of course, gastritis has struck me low at this particular moment, but three months' hence I might be in the original Mayfair, Bath, Cornwall.
Two niggling questions:
1. How does one continue one's passion's path while seeming on other paths?
2. How does one retain a semblance of integrity and decency in a large corporation and still move places? How does one avoid being razed by it all?
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I wish you will take me with, if you are on a quest for adventure. I make a good sidekick. And i always have olives so we shall never roam hungry.
ReplyDeleteNot to mention wet wipes.
BY THE WAY *sotto voce*
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On my MOBILE.