The Ceremony of Innocence
The Hero's Journey, and Why Thanksgiving Matters
Yesterday, I walked Loki, our little dog, out of the house in the country where we are spending Thanksgiving.
It was a grey, blustery November day. The turning of time was manifest around us. Our neighbor had hunted and killed a beautiful stag. The animal was hung upside down, for processing, on a cross-bar that our neighbor has erected on his property …
