The Cove

By Cynthia Richards

He suggested, look into the mirror and fi nd what changes might placate the gods and make this journey a bit easier. But the mirror was theirs, the gods of mediocrity and the status quo! Loki certainly knew this was wrong. Loki, the god of change who could wreak havoc, knew this would be a superfi cial ploy, at great cost. Thoth, the Ibis, the moon god, the tongue and speech of Ra would go dead silent in her. Although the path might be smoother, she would lose herself. They could never embrace her but would struggle to catalogue her to support their faltering edifi ce. So she thought melancholic extraordinaire, confi ded in Ibis of the crescent moon and believed suffering had meaning. With her Ibis guide, books and guitar, the music in her head, and the symphony of the spheres of the cosmos, she covered her cowlicks with her hat, often looking back to fi nd the elusive meaning to it all but never to placate the gods of mediocrity and the status quo. She was subversive in that way.

Disclaimer: all animals, creatures and beings are metaphors, not real entities. It would be hoped that none were harmed in the writing of this statement but some may have been in the mixing.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 12, 2012
• ISBN: 9781479747641

Cynthia Richards

Cynthia Richards, MD, a child and adult psychiatrist, collaborates with others on this journey, some in foster care, incarcerated, labeled with autism, RAD, PTSD, severe and complex medical problems and other struggles of the human condition. He suggested, “look into the mirror and find what changes might placate the gods and make this journey a bit easier.” But the mirror was theirs, the gods of mediocrity and the status quo! Loki certainly knew this was wrong. Loki, the god of change who could wreak havoc, knew this would be a superficial ploy, at great cost. Thoth, the Ibis, the moon god, the tongue and speech of Ra would go dead silent in her. Although the path might be smoother, she would lose herself. They could never embrace her but would struggle to catalogue her to support their faltering edifice. So she thought "melancholic extraordinaire," confided in Ibis of the crescent moon and believed suffering had meaning. With her Ibis guide, books and guitar, the music in her head, and the symphony of the spheres of the cosmos, she covered her cowlicks with her hat, often looking back to find the elusive meaning to it all but never to placate the gods of mediocrity and the status quo. She was subversive in that way. Disclaimer: all animals, creatures and beings are metaphors, not “real entities.” It would be hoped that none were harmed in the writing of this statement but some may have been in the mixing.

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Copyright © 2012 by Cynthia Richards M.D. 125537-RICH

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Contents

Dedication

Truth and Reality

The Cove

Is this Fear?

A Pull Across

An Ear to the Sea

A Faint Light

The Breaking Waves

Looking Down

Gone Under

Another Perspective

A Passage to the Interior

The Canopy

Something Always Grew

The Deep Coldness

Above the Trees

The Canopy

Far in a Dream

The Beautiful Words

Dedication

"People, help the people, and if you’re homesick, give me