A New Chapter

My curiosity has never neatly fit inside of a single discipline and for much of my life it has been a point of contention. Why can’t an artist also be a geologist and a mystic also an astronomer? In college, a science professor argued that an art student couldn’t also get a degree in the sciences because the curriculums diverged drastically. At the time, I thought the obstacle was my education. Looking back, I realize it was the assumption that reality could be divided as neatly as our institutions. Academic departments are human constructs; experience is not.

I was constantly encouraged to choose a lane. Was I an artist? A scientist? As though curiosity alone required specialization. Rather than choosing, I continued pursuing both science and art, eventually building a life that made room for each.

We inherit disciplines, but we experience the world as a whole. The sunrise doesn't distinguish between astronomy and poetry. A crystal doesn't know whether it belongs to geology, chemistry, or sacred geometry. Human experience has always crossed these boundaries long before universities divided them into departments. It took me years to recognize that I didn't need to resolve this tension. I needed to understand it.

I recently wrote a poem. When I finished the poem and read it back to myself, I realized something I hadn't consciously intended. It moved fluidly between geology, astronomy, mythology, ritual, and spirit. For years I had treated those interests as separate parts of myself—as though they belonged in different rooms. But on the page they weren't competing with one another. They were completing one another. Understanding the Earth has never made it feel less sacred to me. If has only deepened my reverence for it.

I am beginning to understand my work was never meant to fit inside a single discipline. It was meant to follow curiosity wherever it led. Scientific inquiry and sacred imagination ask different questions of the same reality. One investigates mechanisms and patterns. The other explores meaning, relationship, and experience. This realization has helped me reframe the intention behind Divinities of Light. I don’t see these ways of knowing as separate conversations, but as different perspectives capable of illuminating one another—not by asking either to surrender its integrity, but by deepening our experience of the other.

I'm interested in the moments when science, art, and myth stop speaking past one another and begin revealing different dimensions of the same world.

Divinities of Light is not an attempt to collapse science into spirituality, nor to explain away mystery through science. It is an invitation to remain fluent in more than one language of wonder—to recognize that careful observation, artistic expression, and sacred practice all arise from the same human desire to encounter reality more deeply. Each offers a different way of participating in a world that is richer than any single discipline can describe.

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Sometimes enlightenment arrives in unexpected ways. I didn't set out to write a manifesto for Divinities of Light. Looking back, however, this poem quietly answered the questions I had been asking for years. Rather than separating geology from mythology, astronomy from ritual, or science from spirit, why not let them coexist as they do in nature?

Mythology, Religion, and Ritual are birthright
A thread to our ancestors
Their beliefs and practices are tethered to the answer
Why we are here 

Light travels in waves
It has a frequency
A pulse
Yet it requires no medium 

It is energy
It is warmth
It is life 

Sunna drove a chariot carrying the sun
Silibo Nouvavou bathed in sunlight
White Buffalo Calf Woman gave us peace
Hulda gave Odin Hugin and Munin
And Gullveig was a phoenix 

The First Law of Thermodynamics states
energy cannot be created or destroyed, just transferred.
If we are spirit and spirit is energy,
we are simply recycled energy on the flip side. 

Center is everywhere
Circumference is nowhere

Ravens are our messengers
Coyotes -- loyal companions
Sun is source
Entropy is the arrow of time.

Triclinic • Monoclinic • Orthorhombic • Tetragonal • Hexagonal • Rhombohedral 

Elastic rebound along a faultline
reverberates with seismic waves.
The heart beats with a frequency
also measured in waves. 

Lightning is the electrical pulse of the heavens
Nerve endings, alluvial fans, tree leaves
All render the same dendritic pattern 

The wonder beyond the yonder
We are more than our bodies,
We are spirit
simply inhabiting a temporary shell. 

Everything is sacred.
Death is always incubating new life.

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