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Coming up this Month
- Wednesday Journeymen meetings, January 2, January 16 , 7 pm at Jim Brossard's house: 13507 14th Dr SE, Mill Creek, WA 98012.
- Second Saturday Gathering, January 12, from 8 to 11:30 am (open to all men) at the American Legion Hall in Woodinville: 21920 Hwy 9 SE, 98072 (just south of Travis's). Theme: "Beginning Again" Call Gene (425-931-4311) if you need directions.
- Third Saturday Sweat,January 19th at John Thompson's in Tulalip, first door at 10 am. All are invited (men & women). Please bring a little food to share afterward. Call Gene if you need directions: 425-931-4311
Mosaic’s Living Myth project seeks to bring the enlightening, transforming and healing power of mythic imagination to a world facing global problems that include both radical changes in nature and massive disruptions of culture. Given the scope and complexity of the problems, there can be no single idea, specific political movement or patented belief system that can save us. Rather, there is a growing need for diverse ideas, inspiring narratives and life-saving practices.
At the heart of Living Myth is the idea that each person has come to life with gifts to give and something meaningful to contribute to a world in crisis. By living out the story set within our souls, we discover creative ways of serving both the healing of nature and the re-imagination of culture. Creation wishes to continue, yet can only work through the souls of those alive at a given time.
Podcast - "Loss of Truth"
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost (1923)
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though,
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.