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    Higher Living Reflections

    My Barbaric Yawp

    The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me—he complains of my gab and my loitering. / I too am not a bit tamed—I too am untranslatable; / I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. Walt Whitman, Song of Myself, Verse 52 The visual and auditory imageries arouse and astound the senses—spotted, hawk, swoop, complain, gab, loiter—enlivening the feeling of being ecstatically alive, acutely attuned to the sights and sounds of life. Then, I am not a…

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  • Higher Living Reflections

    Song of Yourself

    Following one’s bliss sets one on a course from which, once begun, there is no turning back. The trek is usually started on after a soulful review and finding one’s life…

  • Higher Living Reflections

    Solstice Lament and Hope

    A thought from Joseph Campbell: Mythology begins where madness starts. A person who is truly gripped by a calling, by a dedication, by a belief, by a zeal, will sacrifice his…