Here in the nightstand drawer no Gideon's Bible, but The Golden Bough.
Oh Carl! The curtains wear Mandalas, the Peyote tea's the finest.
In the bathroom with its tiled echoes and metaphoric plumbing our reflections come back to us mask-like, above a sink that is a vortex of all the mythic rivers of the dreamworld.
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I have so often wanted to comment but can't get through. This time I am commenting as other-I do hope that this works. I loved Jung's hotel. I could feel the patina of time in the ancient plumbing, the equally ancient tile.
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."
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I have so often wanted to comment but can't get through. This time I am commenting as other-I do hope that this works.
I loved Jung's hotel. I could feel the patina of time in the ancient plumbing, the equally ancient tile.
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