For the benefit of my readership s mythological knowledge, I decided to start posting a myth every now and then. Not every myth impresses me though, so the choices will be subject to my feeling captivated by a particular myth (thus posting it), or my utter neutrality regarding another (which would result in my not posting it).
For as long as I remember stories have captured my imagination.
Myths are exactly that; stories. They never cease to amaze and perplex me. I am presently reading a book titled World Mythology .
Its general editor is Arthur Cotterell. I found the myths of the Arctic peoples especially bloody. Here s one:
As punishment,her father married her to a dog and they went to live on a nearby island. Sedna was lonely in her exile and longed to be reunited with her people. One day,when her dog-husband was away from home, a stranger appeared in a boat and called to her to join him.
Sedna seized the opportunity to leave the island and stepped into the stranger s boat.
Sedna was now afraid and wished she could escape from her new husband. Sedna s father in the meantime had been searching for his daughter. Eventually he succeeded in finding her, hidden behind some rocks, and waited for the petrel to go fishing.
To save himself,sedna s father had no choice but to throw her overboard into the sea.
As they hit the water, Sedna s fingers were transformed into seals,whales and narwhals. Before Sedna slipped beneath the waves, her father poked out one of her eyes. Sedna descended to the lower world at the bottom of the sea, where she became mistress and keeper of the sea mammals which had once been her fingers.
Sedna s father reached his village and lay in his tent, while the tide rose and swept him away. He now lives in Sedna s house and her dog guards the entrance.
I think it will take me around 13 hours since it s a direct flight but add to that the time I should spend at the airport beforehand and you will easily get some 19 hours or so. Tragic,I know.
It s funny how much I miss some seeminlgy insignificant bits of my life in Amman.
I do miss my family friends,that goes without saying. But I also long for my mom s superb cooking, and for the olive trees. Weird?
One would think I wouldn t miss that since I m in a place noted for its beautiful nature. I am literally surrounded by trees and lakes and I still miss the blessed olive trees. I haven t seen not one olive tree during my entire stay here and I tell you it s just not perfect without olive trees.
I came across a brilliant site the other day that is basically a gallery (or galleries) of pictures taken in Jordan. I had to cage the tears in my eyes and I enjoyed feeling close to my corner of the world once more. Here s the link to the site :
The person behind the lense knows what he s doing and he does it right.
Two thumbs way up! And since we re at it, I would like to share with you the featured picture of this entry, a picture I took tonight of a toy sheep that I seated on a little chair. (It sounds more twisted that it really is).
I should note that I will not be able to add any entries during the coming few days simply because I will not have access to the internet.
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