I’ve studied both the art and the craft of writing for decades but everything I’ve read and/or written boils down to one single Universal Truth.
THE HERO’S JOURNEY.
This is the meaning of life. To live that journey.
Joseph Campbell was a great mentor via his books. Robert Graves too. And Myth & Legend. And the Tarot.
Everything in our lives is predicated on The Journey and how we choose to travel.
This journey ALWAYS starts with THE FOOL. The blithe young soul wearing the motley, with a bindle on his shoulder, the rose of love in his hand and a faithful dog at his heels as he steps over the cliff into the unknown.
The Journey always ends with The World. A circle. A Naked Woman and the Tetramorph (the four elements or the Four Evangelists or…)
It is a completed cycle.
Within this journey we face so much. So many trials. The Magic. The Spirit. The Love. The Strength. The Forward. The Backward. The Death. The Rebirth. The Devil. The Angel. The Destruction. The Rebuilding. Justice. Judgement. Light. Dark. Hope. Failure. Loss. Gain.
George Lucas wrote Star Wars based on Joseph Campbell’s Hero With a Thousand Faces.
Luke is the fool. The little man with a strange voice (Obi wan?) is the Magician. Leia is the High Priestess. Darth is just one letter away from DEATH. And Vader is an anagram of RAVED.
I see this within my own life. Though – I just keep going back to The Sacred Fool (Heyoka) and Death is a given.
But it is HUGE part of my literature/history/hidden journey.
Allegory can be as confusing as eff.
The Romance of the Rose was written in two stages by two authors. In the first stage of composition, circa 1230, Guillaume de Lorris wrote 4,058 verses describing a courtier’s attempts at wooing his beloved woman. The first part of the poem’s story is set in a walled garden, an example of a locus amoenus, a traditional literary topos in epic poetry and chivalric romance. Forty-five years later, circa 1275, in the second stage of composition, Jean de Meun or Jehan Clopinel wrote 17,724 additional lines, in which he expanded the roles of his predecessor’s allegorical personages, such as Reason and Friend, and added new ones, such as Nature and Genius. They, in encyclopedic breadth, discuss the philosophy of love.
I’m a rose grower. I have about 20 rose bushes in my garden. All but 2 planted by me.
A ROSE by any other name etc…….
Oh. And. DO NOT get onto the book to the left of Romance of the Rose. Delta of Venus by Anaïs Nin.
I must’ve been “Gay” all my life and never knew it.
That’s a bummer.
I’ve done ALL that Rowan describes, all of my life.
OK. That’s me out of the wardrobe.
I AM OFFICIALLY A GAY FEMALE& SLIGHTLY QUEER TOO!
I’m also a huge Agatha Christie fan and she uses “GAY” to mean happy & “QUEER” to mean strange.
BTW : When I was 6 years old and we had to live with Nan for a while before moving to Scotland, I gathered all the fallen petals from her roses and squished them into a jar of water – to make rose water.
We once lived in a flat, my parents, me, one toddler brother and one baby brother and the grown ups knew exactly how to keep me quiet and occupied for hours. All it took was a scrapbook, some Victorian pictures, scissors and a glue stick. I’d be parked at the dining room table but always found that too confining so ended up on the floor surrounded by “stuff.”
I’ve gone back to this just recently with Sarica as my guide and mentor.
The Traveler’s Notebook is now being used as both a planner and a journal. I’ve thrown away the amazing Ryder Carroll system. Again – far too restrictive.
My journal has two sentences hand written on the cover. The one in the title above because this process is incredibly peaceful and meditative. The other is a quote from Hamlet…
WORDS, WORDS, WORDS.
Simple. Childlike and something that can be done as and when.