This is the next obstacle for our pilgrims on the trail to the Western land. The canyons of the Furies! These ancient goddesses will chase you mercilessly with their fetid breath and their hooked beak and their talons. You think they’re chasing you, but really they’re in front of you calling you to their cave.

The Jenga tower of your psyche is the way it is because that’s how it had to be to get you out of your childhood. You may as well learn to love it, cause you are the only you you’ve got!

I did not realize that the name of this Uncle Rema story was also a racial slur until after I put it up and got some comments on TikTok. This is my response!

Sometimes the idea that no one else can understand our suffering turns out to be the stickiest baby of them all. 

What could I have been, if only all of this hadn’t happened? That’s my own private tar baby. The only answer? What happens in life is what happens in life. Nothing else happened. What happens now in this moment is all that matters. Every moment in my life lead me to now, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Some ideas are very, very sticky to your mind. Some of those move along the path, and some keep you stuck right where you are. Those are the tar babies.

Every time you escape the Grail woods in your own life, you learn a little bit more about yourself.