We are the children

of stones. - Dr. Cline


In Ovid's Metamorphoses, Deucalion and Pyrrha are attributed with repopulating the earth. Much like the later story of Moses, Deucalion and Pyrrha were married and deemed the worthiest of the mortals. Jupiter decided he'd had enough of the wayward world and decides the flood the place. The two were spared, but when the flood waters receded, Deucalion was like, "Oh shit! We're the only people left! And it's still fucking cloudy! We gonna die!" But then Themis the goddess was like, "Cool it, I got you. Just throw yo momma's bones behind you as you walk, then some shit's gonna go down." Then Pyrrha snapped her fingers, "How the hell I'mma find my momma? I don't know where the hell we are, and she's probably floated out the projects by now." Well, Deucalion was no fool. He figured out that the bones were rocks on the ground. That the earth was their true mother. As they threw the stones behind them, the clouds cleared up and trees and people sprung up where the stones landed.



The stone a seed. The earth a womb. Physical children of man and woman, spiritual children of rain and earth.

Perhaps that's why when the wind blows, my breath must go too.

The mind is willing

but the flesh is weak and spongy. - Zap Brannigan



I've been feeling lost of late. Unsure if the path I'm taking is the correct one that's going to lead me to the place I want to go. I know I seek. But I've no gate-keeper to unlock the correct door.

There are a few Gnostic blogs that I check, well, religiously, and I immediately devour whatever morsel they throw at me, tucking it away in my head and heart like a precious heirloom. But I can't help wonder what started them on their journey. I mean really started them. Since there is no parish nearby to aid in my search of knowledge, I feel almost abandoned. It may just be conditioning, though, that leads me to think that I need a priest or minister to detail my religious activities. But with such a plethora of Gnostics with such varying views on practice, I seem to be at a loss.

I jokingly looked through the religious section in Border's the other day, hoping to find The Gnostic Workbook: A detailed guide into your soul. But, unsurprisingly, it was not there.

I know that the Gnostic path called me for a reason, but I've yet to find the gate to walk through.


I am a fountain, You are my water,
I flow from You, to You.
I am an eye, You are my light.
I look from You, to You.
You are neither my right nor my left,
You are my foot, You are my arm as well.
I am a traveler, You are my road,
I go from You, to You.
- Zeyneb Hatun

All I know

is that I know nothing. -Socrates


There was an unusual call to happiness this morning. I live right on a busy street on the poor side of town, and all too often I wake to the sound of someone's subwoofers shaking things off my shelf. But today it was a sparrow, perched neatly on my window sill, that not even my cat could scare away.
Sometimes I wonder of these things are blessings, a gift from some divine parent. Like when my parents would surprise me with breakfast on a Saturday morning. It refreshed the spirit, even this morning when, for all intents and purposes, I should be on the bathroom floor in the fetal position after last nights libations.
I know I believe. But the hardest part is beginning that dialogue with the Divine. In the Baptist church I grew up in, you just had to tell Jesus you were sorry for everything you'd ever done. Or not done. But I think that's unfair. Nothing I've done, I've done with the intention of hurting another person. And to me, that's the only true sin. And even then, it's for that person to forgive me, not the onlooker. If you bump into someone's car, you don't apologize to the other people at the scene.

To what, then, must we aspire? This, and this alone: the just thought,
the unselfish act, the tongue that utters no falsehood, the temper that
greets each passing event as something predestined, expected, and
emanating from the One source and origin.
-Marcus Aurelius

The longest journey

is the journey inward.

I've found myself at an interesting point in my life; I'm a year from college graduation, which is something to be both celebrated and feared. There are many avenues that I could travel once I've graduated, though I'm not sure any of them would correspond with my Classics degree, and having my heart and mind agree on one will, most likely, be the toughest decision I've made.

I've begun filling out the massive application to the Peace Corps. I think that experience is hardly one I could pass up, even in light of the recent death of a Peace Corps operative in the Philippines. But what happens after my 2 years are through? I come back to the States a 27 year old with a bachelor's degree in classical culture and $6,000 to start a new life? I don't know if that's the best way to start my 'real life'.

There's also Teach for America. Though I would be placed in an underprivileged school, and most likely deal with kids that are, well, hard to deal with, I would end up with a Master's in education. And it goes without saying that that provides me with more opportunities. But, from what I understand, TFA is rather selective, and I'm not sure that my accomplishments throw me at the front of the line.

On top of these rather monumental changes, I've recently been doing a spiritual overhaul as well, looking at new/different religions that might suit me. Christian Gnosticism has most of my attention right now, lending itself to many of the ideas about God that I already had, which is rather exciting for me. And that, too, could lead to a future, as the specific church I'm looking into has a vocational path into the ministries.

Perhaps I'll just continue working at my pharmacy and come home every night to my cat and a glass of milk.