Wandering Love
The life of a householder.....a way of existing, that is at odds with the life of an occultist. Tis a constant tension for me....there is always some part of my heart that desires stability and routine, but my 1st love is the path. Lately, I've been thinking on the life of Paganini, widely acknowledged, as the greatest violinist ever. He drank, gambled, womanized and died in his 50s.......yet was also an absolute master of his craft and untethered from norms. The Devil's Violinist.....it's a powerful and romantic vision, a way that calls to my heart. Most famous writers live a similar way.....deeply flawed.....yet equally devoted. The dream of a wanderer drenched in his craft....it's something to meditate upon. I've still yet to finish Casanova's memoirs. Living this type of liminal life.....it's important to be able to drop everything at a moments notice. It occurred to me, that I should never own a house, in a way that is burdensome. Meaning that if I...