The other day a co-worker recommended I read Huckleberry Finn, and I said: “Oh, yes, what a good idea” and ran out of the room screaming inwardly. If only he knew what my to-read book pile looks like, or just how fantastic it is.
The books to which I so desperately cleave
For example, today I went on a delightful picnic with Mr. T in Nango Park Hayama and he went off to walk Star the dog (after whom this site is dedicated) meanwhile I was relaxing in the log grass reading the above. The weather was perfect, there were actual butterflies of several different types fluttering around with very loud and delightful bird-song and not a single person came by. It was all totally idyllic. Maybe that’s why I almost had tears in my eyes as I read the above. Anthropology, shamanism, journeying, dreaming, healing, you could say it’s got it all. Plus which Robert Moss has a couple of cracking websites with newsletters you can subscribe to HERE and HERE.
PS: You know at the beginning of this post I mentioned Huckleberry Finn? The top post at the moment on Moss’ blogspot blog which I linked to above is about Mark Twain. I’m totally serious.