New trails to run in this new year.
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I listened to Hamilton while I ran today. I normally listen to podcasts or books, but today I wanted music and poetry. And if you know me, you’ll know I have my core albums that bring me back to myself for one reason or another. I let the songs flow through my mind and body, bathing me. Scrubbing all the messy parts away. I love Hamilton because it’s a damn good musical but it’s also poetry. The soul of it is poetry.
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Anyhow, one quote jumped out at me toward the end of navigating an unfamiliar trail: “And when my prayers to God were met with indifference, I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverance.”
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I have a quote on the mirror in my bathroom. It’s from the book Circe. (Possible spoiler ahead if you haven’t read it) She goes to retrieve a weapon to use against the Gods to protect her son. It is the poisonous tail of an older God — ancient and wise— old as the universe itself. She laments, as she is thinking about the corrupt and foolish world in which she lives; a world with so much suffering and wastefulness and regret and death, that she cannot bear it any longer. And the Wise One responds “Then child, make another.”
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Isn’t that what we do–when we can? Try to make another world. A better one. Maybe.
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Maybe we do. Maybe we can. Maybe we can write our own deliverance. I’ll start…
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Love to you, always.
Charly Slipp 