Do you hear the drums sounding?

We live in an age of loss. Men and women have lost their fathers and their mothers. Sons and daughters have lost their parents. Seemingly nothing but shadow is left for us. Muddy beaten trails that lead to a cemetery where all the graves are empty. Not even the bones are left in the graves, and the bones in our bodies have grown brittle with frost. It is time to rediscover fire.

Special thanks to Robert Bly. He is a man of warrior spirit. He's shown me grief and I am thankful.