Homer has more knowledge than anyone of what it takes to write up an Odyssey. Approaching Some Thing Great that is not a thing requires a Great Thing to Approach to write an Odyssey, I think.
Every Odyssey requires an Ablution. Most people hire priests or magicians for this purpose. I prefer a simple washing up from the Heart. The Offering need not be grand. It must be Some Thing vested In Time with Meaning. Then an Odyssey is Ready.
I lived in a castle in the South of Spain. From the ramparts on a clear day I looked down on the Pillars of Hercules. These are the Gates to the Ancient World. Here the Alchemy of Time transforms itself into history. My Emotional Intelligence writes its own version of history. None of us are Truth’s twin.
Erin took me back for Poles from Rory in the Wilderness. It’s been a team effort. Black Hattitude Alan left the market as I arrived. Grandmother Memory is standing outside the General Store 
at the foot of the mountain. She must be pushing 90 now. Time is like that. Runs together Some Times.
The Odyssey is what happens between the Offering and the Arrival Home. Great Odysseys require great sacrifice of the Heart. No sacrifice of the Heart is Great unless I am Alive. It is not painless. Time does not Heal all wounds.
Odysseyean Arrival Home is always tough. On the Eastern Border, Queen of Everything at Wind Mountain. On the Western Border, King of Nothing at Beacon Rock. Stories fade to Past Time. Everything Else changes. It can break your Heart.
On the Port Gamble – Taleetna Trail, we invest regularly In Time. When Things Change that are not Things, we have a little Time to Work on Things that are not Things. Contemplation and Approach give and take. Week 18. Seventy Six Weeks to Get Ready to Go.
