HeyJaredPersephone
Persephone’s underworld: eros, sovereignty, and the descent that makes us whole.
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PART 3: LET THE CHILD DRIVE (opens the original)
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Part 3 of 3. The last dispatch from Malpais.Day 6Last night, something broke free in me.This morning: no hostage negotiations. Only kindness. Thoughts came and my inner child said, nope. You promised. The thoughts were cloud-like. I wasn’t forcing anything, or attaching shame for not.nocent — and asked how I could have said all of those things to her. How I could have passed off so many insecurities to this child before she’d had a chance to form her own identity.I knew the answer. These were in
The Gods must be jealous (opens the original)
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I used to wonder why the Gods fucked with us.Treated us like ants under a child’s magnifying glass —burning for spectacle,not for spite.Then I learned about rats.That they’re smarter than we give them credit for.That a rat will help a fellow ratbefore it helps itself.That reframed something in me.Maybe the Gods look at us the same way —not with contemptbut with the particular awereserved for things more alive than you.I sat in a hospital room oncewhile they cut my son open.I looked at the machin
I Did My Best (opens the original)
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I am mad at my parentsfor placing their baggage on my backso that when I started the race,I was already behind.And it wasn’t even being behind that made me angry.It was watching myselfdo the same thing to my kids.Yeah, they had less baggage with me.I broke some cycles.Couldn’t escape others.But my kids deserved everything.And I gave them less than.Because less than was all I had.All I knew.And yet —I love my parents.Because they broke cycles too.They did better than their parents did.<b
PART 2: MAYBE I DON’T LIKE THE BEACH (opens the original)
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Part 2 of 3. Picking up where we left off.Day 4HRV high 40s. Recovery in the green.Yup. That’s what I needed. See girl — when we don’t rage against our body, it tells us what it needs. The only thing we need to be raging against is the machine.Seriously. No cap. No sarcasm. You’ve practiced this in controlled conditions, and now you’re doing it in real time — traveling, alone, in a foreign country. I’m proud of you.The flood wanted to start the moment I had my wits. The mail I brought with me. T
PART 1: HURRY UP AND WAIT (opens the original)
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A note: This is the first of three dispatches from a scouting trip to Malpais, Costa Rica. I went looking for logistics. I found something else.This Substack is reader-supported. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.<div class="fake-input-wrapp
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