Hadestown: Any Way the Wind Blows

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Any Way the Wind Blows

The next song is only on the Broadway album.  Any Way the Wind Blows really gets us attuned to Eurydice at this moment in time- her struggles, her perspectives, her desires.  The song is sung by Eurydice and The Fates.  On first glance it is obvious that Eurydice is a climate refugee (as is apparent in an earlier version of this song from Anais Mitchell that was adapted for Hadestown), the “wind blowing” being unnatural weather patterns making work unpredictable and needing to “hit the road” for survival.  But then upon reflecting on the “wind” from an elemental perspective of “mind” or “thoughts,” and remembering from the previous song that the fates are “always singing in the back of your mind” I pick up on a deeper level in this song, of how impossible it is to escape or transcend our negative thoughts.  The fates sing this song *with* Eurydice, but remember that their function in the musical is an “internal monologue.”  The song, in most other musicals, really would be a monologue .  But in this format, we can really investigate and ponder the difference between Eurydice’s intrusive thoughts versus beliefs.  And by paying special attention to when we hear from the fates may help us track Eurydice’s mental wellness.  (A deeper level of investigation that I absolutely love about this musical!)

Note: I want to elaborate here that part of my analysis for this song and many others in this series will include some “elemental insights” (as in “Air, Earth, Fire, Water”) as well as some Tarot connections.  I am a curious and new student to Tarot and want to help build my relationship to the tarot archetypes and patterns by connecting it to my ongoing passion of Hadestown.  My hope is that I will gain a much deeper understanding of *both* and that some greater awareness will emerge by stretching myself to relate them with one another.  Feel free to add any insights in the comments! 🙂

Okay, so let’s look at the lyrics while we listen!

“Oooooo” : (The fates are singing an “oooo” melody together, which *is* the wind, physically and mentally).

Hermes:  “Eurydice was a hungry young girl, a runaway from everywhere she’d ever been.  No stranger to the world, no stranger to the wind.”

Eurydice: “Weather ain’t the way it was before, ain’t no spring or fall at all anymore, it’s either blazing hot or freezing cold, Any way the wind blows.”

Fates: “And there ain’t a thing that you can do when the weather takes a turn on you …. Said go hurry up and hit the road any way the wind blows

Wind comes up…”

Eurydice: “Do you hear that sound?  Move to another town.  Ain’t nobody gonna stick around”

Fates: “When the dark clouds roll. Any way the wind blows”

I will interject quickly here, my love of the lyric “a runaway from everywhere she’d ever been… no stranger to the wind.”  The Tarot card that comes to my mind is the 8 of cups:  Eurydice is disappointed, escaping, abandoning her past lives.  Again, notice that she is simply noticing the weather, but the hopelessness comes in when we get a glimpse into her thoughts via the fates “there ain’t a thing you can do…”  The key phrase I sit with here from Eurydice herself is the belief that “ain’t nobody gonna stick around.”  My reflection on this is that Eurydice has either been abandoned before, or is deep down seeking connection with someone (and of course, both are true for her).  Either way, she is that person in the 8 of cups, with “flight” as her go-to trauma response.

Hermes:  “You met the fates, remember them…always singing in the back of your mind.  Wherever this young girl went, the fates were close behind”

This just brings to my mind the 6 of swords so beautifully.  In those times when we try to move past some troubling situation, but past baggage (the swords in the boat) and in Eurydice’s case- intrusive thoughts come with us.  Healing can’t come from trying to escape some external situation, but from unpacking our internal anguish, that wherever you go, there it will be.

Meanwhile, Eurydice has the lyric “Anybody got a match?” and Orpheus comes up to her with one that she grabs from him. As I suggested, Eurydice is not just searching for literal heat, but also that archetypal “fire” of purpose, a passion for living life.  We are introduced to this downtrodden Eurydice who is bereft of Spirit energy, but encounters an eager Orpheus, happy to be her spark.  So for now, let’s remember that Orpheus is serving up some Ace of Wands energy.

Eurydice: “People turn on you just like the wind, everybody is a fair weather friend.  In the end, you’re better off alone…anyway the wind blows.”

Fates: “When your body aches to lay it down, when you’re hungry and there ain’t enough to go around. Ain’t no length to which a girl won’t go…any way the wind blows.  Wind comes up…”

Eurydice: “And sometimes you think, you would do anything just to fill your belly full of food.  Find a bed that you could fall into…where the weather wouldn’t follow you.  Wherever you go… Any way the wind blows.”

OOOOF!!  We see that Eurydice is clearly feeling some abandonment wounds, and is dealing with insecure attachment (because we see that she flees from connection, for the sake of the argument let’s say she is “avoidant”).  She believes that she is better off alone, because people can’t be trusted.  This is heartbreaking, 3 of swords energy (I am also picking 3 of swords because there are three fates and it sure seems that their function in Eurydice’s life is keeping her down!). 

Also, we know that *materially* speaking, Eurydice is financially struggling, isolated, worrying about how she can provide the basic requirements of her own survival (Earth element).  I have selected the 5 of coins tarot card for Eurydice here.  Notice how the fates first mention food and rest, and Eurydice then reiterates that same message preceded by “and sometimes you think” (I just love how we are already privy to what she is about to say because the fates allow us to “read her mind”) but Eurydice maybe doesn’t know that, because she is also telling us that she would do anything to eat and rest, AND **quite notably** go “where the weather wouldn’t follow [her].” 

Again, on first pass we hear how Eurydice is just aching for the weather patterns to return to their natural state so life may be more easeful, but when we remember that the fates are that “wind,” that mental anguish, those intrusive thoughts, we see that Eurydice is already contemplating suicide (which of course, is absolutely interconnected with Eurydice’s difficult life).  And in case that isn’t enough foreshadowing, we hear Hermes on the outro…

Hermes:  “Now Orpheus was the son of a muse, and you know how those muse’s are… sometimes they abandon you!  And this poor boy wore his heart on his sleeve, you might say he was naive to the ways of the world… but he had a way with words, and a rhythm, and a rhyme, and he sang just like a bird up on a line.  His mother was a friend of mine, and I liked to hear him sing, and his way of seeing things…so I took him underneath my wing…And that is where he stayed until one day….” 

So yeah, we have your basic “boy meets girl” meetcute, right?  We have Eurydice, full of abandonment wounds and attachment injuries, who is no “stranger to the world,” who meets Orpheus who is “naive to the ways of the world” and was abandoned by his own muse of a mother, and is a muse himself and we are told quite explicitly that we are going to witness another abandonment of sorts because it’s what muses do, right?!?!

Personal Reflections on “Any Way the Wind Blows”

I am reflecting on just how much despair Eurydice feels due to being so isolated, the very response to her abandonment trauma being the very thing that keeps her feeling hopeless.  In biology, this is referred to as “positive feedback” where the end product amplifies the cycle that produces it.

What are those thoughts and patterns that may have served a purpose, but no longer support my thriving??

After beginning therapy, I am really beginning to cherish time alone with myself.  By gaining secure attachment with myself, I am less demanding of others to have my attachment needs met, but/and/also what is my relationship to being in relationship with others if it is no longer grasping and clawing for my needs to be met?  My goal is no longer “acceptance” so I no longer need to engage my fawning people-pleasing habits.  I used to feel lonely in group settings because my anxious attachment was very sensitively worried about being “too much” or “never enough,” so how can I condition my nervous system to allow for safeness and security to seep in?

How attuned am I to how my body responds when with others in community vs when by myself?

How can I bring an awareness to, and separate from mySELF, my intrusive thoughts and harmful patterns?

How can I “lay down my swords” and travel lightly (calling back to that “6 of swords” card… those thoughts/patterns that travel with me) and just BE with mySELF in COMMUNITY??

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Shit on “Should”

I am in the constant work lately of analyzing my inner monologue.  So much has already been said by meditation/psychology/spiritual/self-help folks on this subject (I have heard and read a decent amount of it), but on a very personal level I am finding myself analyzing my word choices.  Specifically, I am reorienting my relationship with the word “should.”  I have tagged it and red flagged it, like some pre-emptive “replace all” function with the word processor of that running voice in my head.


The primary definition (thanks, Google!) says: “used to indicate obligation, duty, or correctness, typically when criticizing someone’s actions.”

 To me, it implies some judgment, or hierarchy on how I 
*should* spend my time/money/resources, 
*should* feel, 
*should* relate to others, 
what I *should* value. 

*Should* I even be writing this when I *should* be cleaning the bathroom?  Okay, fine, I can do what I want, but I definitely *shouldn’t* post this on internet/social media, because what if people take it the wrong way, or think of me in a way I don’t want them to?  (As if I have this control!)

*Should* robs me of my autonomy, as if I don’t have agency over my life to make alternative choices.  

I mentioned to Kevin once that “I have been shoulding all over myself this morning” implying that I was wrestling with my conditioned tendencies.  I noticed immediately, upon saying it out loud, how it evoked the sound of another particular four-letter “sh” word.  Upon noticing that, I saw the wisdom in that noticing— that living in the energy of *should* leaves me dirty, unwell, ashamed.  If I were shitting all over myself some morning, I would want to, at a minimum, immediately change and wash my clothes, take a shower, and get clean!  Probably would also want to see a doctor, to investigate if I am sick or need to evaluate my diet.  Me “shitting all over myself” would be a sign from my body telling me I am unwell, and I am noticing that my “shoulding all over myself” is a sign from my mind/spirit that I am unwell (++See below++)

So I sit in it, when I am noticing the *should* energy creeping in I ask what the *should* is trying to teach me, and how it is challenging me to heal.

What do I actually want?  What do I feel?  What do I need? Where do I hurt?  Can I see this *should* as a red-flag marking a conditioned tendency, some habit that has historically served me in some context?  How can I resource myself to make a different choice?
How can I REFRAME my *should* to be more honest and more compassionate?

So much of my grief in my final months of teaching was around all that I thought I *should* be teaching my students, ways I *should* be conducting and pacing my class, etc.  But now, I see that that “should” was an attempt to hide, to not be noticed, to not be caught “doing it wrong.”  

I often thought:

“I *should* really catch up to the other Biology teachers” 

  In hindsight and further reflection, that *should* was really saying:

 “I am feeling a lot of physical tension in my body around the fact that there is content we have not yet covered in class.  The teacher that I am growing into is not the teacher that my preparation program churned out, and emotionally that feels overwhelming, confusing, isolating, and also very necessary.  Additionally, I am perceiving social scorn from the comments and behavior of other teachers as well as students around how I conduct myself and our class.  No part of me believes that what I am doing is “wrong” yet I am struggling with processing all the complexity that my transformation is bringing up.”

Since starting sabbatical, I have been “shoulding all over myself” with a chorus of:

  “I should really figure out what comes next!”  

That I am noticing is really saying: 

 “I am feeling untethered and scared that I am not (in the words of @PeoplesOracle) “selling my labor for currency.”  Being conditioned by capitalism, which values production so highly, I am struggling to feel worthy if I am not producing.  Deep down, I value the spaciousness and possibility of this time, but even deeper down, I struggle to “land safeness” and satisfiability (thanks, @CarmenSpagnola) to actually fully enjoy it.”  

And yet, there is some guilt I still hold here. Through radical self-care I don’t believe I “deserve” a spacious sabbatical anymore than anyone else!  So I think:

“I “should” be content with less than I have, I *should* just give it all away!”


I am feeling intense discomfort that I bought into the lies that more money would bring more ease.  As a white-bodied person conditioned into whiteness, I have not tempered and conditioned my nervous system enough to be able to metabolize the discomfort upon discovering that I am not yet living in integrity with my values, or in alignment with abundance.  I am noticing an urgency to seek relief from the discomfort rather than take the time to heal the wound causing it.  Yet I know I am called to explore what is “enough” (thanks, Toi Smith!), and believe deeply in the words of @peoplesoracle that “abundance is shared enoughness” so that to live abundantly, I need deep community.  Yet I feel alone and ashamed that capitalism lied to me and I fell for it.

I am feeling tired, yet there is still so much more to say.

“I really *should* find a clever and/or cute way to wrap this up! End on a good note!”


“I learned in school that we need a good conclusion to “grab” the audience and be “effective.”  But I am not in school, nobody is grading me, and I am really only writing this for myself.  I have gotten out of this what I needed, so I am going to choose to end it here.


++Hot Tip!  Thinking of “should” as “a four-letter word” helps me discern when I can quickly reframe it as a “need”… if the energy behind it is “oh shit!” then I simply rephrase is as a “need.”  This happens in those “adulting” moments such as:

“I should do the laundry”  (Oh shit, no more clean underwear!)  —->  “I need to do laundry”

“I should make dinner”  (Oh shit, it’s dinner time and my kids are hungry)—> “I need to make dinner”

But notice how the above examples have a real urgency! Not all “adulting” is that way!

 “I should clean the bathroom (Oh shit, the bathroom is dirty)….I need to clean it!!”

“I should tidy the family room (Oh shit, the family room is messy)….I need to tidy it”  etc etc

Those “needs” not being immediately met aren’t going to threaten my family’s hygiene or have us go hungry!  Can I invite in some choice here?  Can I think of a time or manner where I may be more enthusiastic or motivated to complete that task?  What are my preferences in *this* moment?  Is that perceived “should/need” distracting me from some deep yearning I am afraid to reach for?  Do I feel safer to stay in some autopilot of “I should/need” rather than creating the conditions necessary for it to be a little more enjoyable?

Samhain 2022- Tracking Grief

Altar of our Beloved Dead, 2022

Last year was the first year I attempted an altar for the beloved dead, a sort of “Day of the Dead,” celebration that I felt conflicted about because it is not a part of my lineage, but nonetheless was the most accessible container to hold the ritual I wanted to practice.  Since then, I have really been connecting with more of my own ancestral practices and learning how ancestral reverence at this time of year *is* actually a part of my lineage, if I just go far enough back to my pre-colonial ancestors (thanks to @carmenspagnola as I eagerly await my copy of @thespiritedkitchen).

Last year, we celebrated by eating doritos and peanuts in the shell (my dad’s favorite snacks), green beans (his favorite vegetable, and now also the favorite of my (oldest) 6 year old child), and washing it all down with some diet coke (his favorite drink…mine mixed with a little E&J, his favorite libation). On the surface, it seemed as though it was a typical snacktime for my kids, until my oldest climbed onto my lap and said, “I really wish I could meet Grandpa Clayton” and proceeded to cry for about two hours.  Not sobbing the entire time, but definitely feeling the loss of what another grandparent would have meant in their life.  Over the last 12 months, this grief of theirs has come up regularly though not frequently, and their go-to lament lately has been: “I miss your dad more than you do, you got to meet him and I never did.  It isn’t fair!”  My kid makes this out in sobs, and I have nothing to offer other than a validation of my own 24-year long cry of “It isn’t fair…” and all I can do is hold my child and say, “You’re right, babe, it is so unfair….”  

It is unfair and it is HARD. As a parent, I want my children to know about my dad.  Even more tenderly, I don’t want them to fear death.  I heard death doula Rachel Rice say that “Death is only taboo in death phobic cultures” and I don’t want to hide the reality of death from my children so I have to face it for myself.  And I no longer want to conflate the absence of grief with a joyful existence.  If “joy” requires ignoring or bypassing pain, it isn’t joy at all, it is loneliness. So I am sharing on social media this year, not to broadcast my pain, but in the hopes that anyone reading this will feel less lonely.  I see you, too.  I am with you.

Despite my eldest’s emotional displays, I only cried briefly during our celebration last year.  It was while we sang “Home on the range” (a song I remember my dad singing often, can still hear him sing, and I think of him every time I hear it) and lighting the candles.  I felt proud that I was able to “keep it together” for the kids.

This year, my tears started flowing as we were assembling the altar.  Through my unfolding grief practice these last 9 months, I wanted to allow them to come– knowing that my tears are a metabolization of my grief and an offering of my love that no longer has anywhere to go.  And yet, I still felt discomfort.  I found myself feeling that I had to dismiss myself and cry privately, not because I desired privacy, but because I worried about how my children and partner might feel or respond.  But I stayed, I stood by the half-completed altar and let the tears flow.  My partner noticed, took a break from cooking dinner, and held me.  My eldest asked me why I was crying, “I really love him and miss him” I said, and they held me, too.  I feel proud that I let myself “fall apart” and allow my family to hold me and care for me in that moment.

I am not going to hide my grief, I can’t protect my kids from grief or death, nor do I even want to anymore.  I will model for my kids the most human of emotions and I can normalize how we can hold it, be with it. Together.

Hadestown: Come Home With Me

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Come home with me

Okay, so funny story… I started my preliminary work for the next song, because this track really serves more as an introduction to following song (because “come home with me” is **NOT** a song)… but I was really resisting going past that first phase of writing and then when listening to the soundtrack this song started playing and I realized just how significant this part of the show is for introducing us to Orpheus, because it is him introducing himself to Eurydice.  So I want to give it its own moment and not lump it with “Wedding Song.”

It starts off with Hermes, who remember, is a godfather type figure to Orpheus and I love that he is his “wing man” (get it, because Hermes is the messenger and has wings!) in this scene, and it really seems like he is jumping into the story in order to tell it, he asks Orpheus…

Hermes:  “You wanna talk to her?

Orpheus:  “Yes?”

Hermes:  “Go on!….Orpheus?”

Orpheus:  “Yes?”

Hermes:  “Don’t come on too strong”

(to Eurydice)

Orpheus:  “Come home with me!”

Hermes gives Orpheus that piece of advice, because he knows that Orpheus is “all about the wands energy,” and understands that Orpheus is a little “much” for some. 

But I really like remembering that this is a story Hermes has had to “sing again and again” so, he likes to add a little flair in the retelling of it.  Like all those epic stories of our lives we like to tell, and find that little embellishments go a long way in making those stories compelling.  Either way (and it can be both) that little detail just livens up the moment so much, I love it!

Eurydice: “Who are you?

Orpheus:  “The man who’s gonna marry you! I’m Orpheus.”

Eurydice:  (to Hermes) “Is he always like this? (Hermes: Yes)  (Back to Orpheus) I am Eurydice”

Orpheus:  “Your name is like a melody!”

Eurydice: “A singer! Is that what you are?”

Orpheus:  “I also play the lyre”

Eurydice: “Oh, I liar and a player too!  I’ve met too many men like you”

Orpheus:  “Oh no, I am not like that!” 

This is so much of that typical rom com scene in a bar, right? That super charismatic guy with his pickup line…but with Orpheus it is *OBVIOUS* that he is “not like that” because the whole exchange seems so heavy on earnestness and very light on the cockiness.  I love Reeve Carney here, as the most earnest of all three Orpheus (Orphei??) among the three albums.  (This track is only on the Broadway album).  But yeah, it has that “Knight of Wands” energy (above) in proclaiming that he is going to marry her, but the earnestness of the Page of Cups. 

He still clearly needs some assistance from Hermes, and is less driven (knights) by his emotion (cups) but is so curious and earnest to develop those romantic feelings, I am going to say he really is embodying both energies here.

Hermes: (to E) He’s not like any man you’ve met.  (To Orpheus) Tell her what you’re working on.

Orpheus:  “I am working on a song.  It isn’t finished yet, but when it’s done and when I sing it, spring will come again. 

Eurydice: “Come again?”

Orpheus:  “Spring will come”

Eurydice: “When?  I haven’t seen a spring or fall since, I can’t recall” 

Again, I think it is cute how we see Hermes as the wingman/narrator, again perhaps it is one of those “they keep reliving this so many times, let’s just speed it up.”  

I also just love the cleverness of how Orpheus and Eurydice share the lyrical line of “spring will come again, come again spring will come.”  Orpheus is singing of a returning to the “natural” order of things, of cycles certainly, but specifically spring.  And spring is, on a spiritual level, about transformation, about the hope that there will be new life and regeneration after that “long, dark, night of the soul” and also quite literally food growing on trees and such.  And of course, we know from the previous song that Eurydice is mourning the collapse of climate, and hopes of this rebirth with her loose reference to “ain’t no spring or fall at all anymore” from the last song.

This moment is bringing some “3 of wands” and “3 of pentacles” energy. Orpheus is *embodying* the knight of wands and page of cups, but this song he is working on has such potential (wands), and knows it can restore balance on earth (pentacles) if only he can complete it!

Orpheus:  “That’s what I’m working on.  A song to fix what’s wrong, take what’s broken make it whole.  A song so beautiful, it brings the world back into tune, back into time, and all the flowers will bloom.  When you become my wife!

Eurydice: “Oh he’s crazy!  Why would I become his wife?

Hermes:  “Maybe because he’ll make you feel alive…”

Eurydice: “Alive…that’s worth a lot.  What else you got??”

Orpheus I believe here is encompassing “The World” in his universe, and “The Fool” in Eurydice’s.  He has this hope, this knowing, this prophecy of how the world could be and his role in fixing it and making it whole again.  He has done the work to know what needs to be done, and now just has to do the dang thing, demonstrating the cyclical nature of the major arcana from the World and back to The Fool. And Eurydice seems like she is intrigued by this Orpheus who claims to be able to restore the cycles of the world, and return spring. We have the budding romance of the 2 of cups in her playful engagement of “What else you got?”

Personal Reflections on “Come Home With Me”

I am reflecting on just how true that reflexive “He’s crazy!” can be, how easy it is to disregard someone’s imagination of a better world and choosing to instantly negate it, pointing out how it would never work, the obstacles, etc.  

The People’s Oracle defines liberation as “collective imagining,” and when we refuse an invitation to the collective imagining of what a better world could be, we are rejecting our own liberation.  I am reminded of once in my college years when I was engaging in some anti-capitalism rant, (something about how it would be great to pay teachers a living wage and that CEOs, celebrities and athletes shouldn’t be earning so much more, pretty basic stuff, really…) I was written off disdainfully by one of my friends at the time for being “so naive.”  This person was smart, and I felt small by their comment. 

Are the dreamers naive when they imagine a better world?  

Aare the negators naive for not being able to envision this collective liberation?

What is wrong with being “naive” anyway?  

The essence of “the fool” in tarot is exactly that! The blank slate, that naivete, the beginning of that hero’s journey.  Our naivete is not a problem if we just don’t know, unless we are also unwilling to learn.  Naivete is not a problem if we are unable to see or hope for something better, unless we are unwilling to try.

Orpheus is embodying the “be the change you wish to see in the world,” the wisdom in seeing what could be, and the vulnerability in hoping that it is all actually possible.   Like Eurydice, we want to be alive, to be a part birthing something better.  And what is at stake if we don’t?  (Spoiler alert: Nothing Changes).

Hadestown: A parable of hope during collapse

Hadestown is a poignant, collapse aware, attachment-focused, spiritually enlightening, music(al theatre) masterpiece.  All three available album versions are stunning: the folk opera of the wonderful Anais Mitchell, Justin Vernon (Bon Iver), and the one and only (idol of my adolescence) Ani Difranco is fantastic, and was my entry point into obsession with Hadestown.  But as Hadestown transitioned from a folk album to multiple tony-award winning Broadway Musical, we are lucky that the Original Cast made an album in *addition* to the official Broadway cast.  Three versions of the same story, same characters.  They all have their own flavor, their own slight twist on the themes.  

Themes of hope and despair.  Of Insecure and Secure attachment.  Of collapse. Of the honorable harvest.  Of faith, and hopelessness.  Of oppression and inequality triggered by capitalism.  Of climate change.  Of the spiritual and physical realms (and how we can’t spiritually manifest when there is oppression in the physical realm).  Of Addiction. And of course, Mythology: Orpheus and Eurydice, Hades and Persephone. 

Critical Note: The themes I free wrote above are topics in which I am not an expert, but I am an enthusiast and forever student.  I will try to provide the best information that I am aware of at the time of writing, but this blog is a process, quite literally my continued processing of art that has truly touched me and changed me for the better in ways I want to sit with and learn from.

Hadestown is a prophecy, telling the truth of this present moment.  It doesn’t shy away from the full magnitude of human emotion, and it does so in a way that leaves me feeling hopeful, enlivened, joyous, and energized every time I listen.  

And dear reader, listen you must.  These posts are meant to be interactive so when I link a song, I hope you will take the time to listen.

Road to Hell

The story begins with the “Road to Hell” and the sauciest intro to any musical.  The folk album does not include a version of this intro, but this song appears on both musical albums as a way to set the stage and introduce the characters.  We learn the setting is in “the world of gods and men,” and that this story we are about to experience is “an old song from way back when, we gonna sing it again,”  “a sad song, a tragedy, and we gonna sing it anyway.”

We learn of the “the fates,” who are to me *such* an interesting role because they are not “characters” in the traditional sense because the song tells us that they are “always singing in the back of your mind.”  They function as a sort of “inner critic” in addition to their role as enforcers of destiny.  (Again, any mythology knowledge on these characters beyond the scope of what is in the musical is beyond the scope of my writing at this time.)

We meet the narrator, Hermes the Messenger God, able to travel between the world of the living and the dead, a psychopomp who can “help you reach your final destination”– very fitting for him to be in the narrator role.

Hermes introduces us to Persephone, who travels on this train (“on the road to hell”), with a “suitcase full of summertime”– As the myth goes, Persephone’s return at the end of winter announces the arrival of spring, and likewise we learn in Act 2, she brings some intoxicants of springtime to make life more bearable for those in the underworld.

In the original cast version, all we learn about Orpheus is that he is a “young man on bended knee” evoking a vulnerability, and eagerness, perhaps even a desperation, which seems more evident in the Broadway version, that instead informs us that he is the son of a muse (who was also a friend of Hermes’) who is “working on a song” and that he was “touched by the gods themselves.”  (Which is an understandment, as we soon learn that Hermes is a godfather character to Orpheus). One lyrical thing that always struck me as odd while listening to the Broadway cast version is that Hermes announces Orpheus’ name twice (“Let’s give it up for Orpheus!! Orpheus.”) But I recently read (since I haven’t yet seen the musical) that we see in the stage blocking that Orpheus doesn’t hear Hermes introducing him, so Hermes needs to say his name again to get his attention. This shows just how wrapped up Orpheus can be in his passions and also serves as a foreshadowing device.

We also meet Hades, who lives “where the sun don’t shine, at the end of the line…he is the king of the mines.”

I also love that we are introduced to the ensemble, and we learn that the setting is “hard times in the world of men” (*ahem* you can SAY THAT AGAIN!).  But it is cool, there is a dance break, a joyous amping up of energy that this intro has to really set the stage.  It is also worth noting that throughout the musical, dance breaks only happen on, let’s just say, “this side” of the old railroad line.  The underworld of Hadestown is not a joyous place.  We also are briefly introduced to Eurydice as “A young girl looking for something to eat.” 

And to be clear, this introduction is a great contrast between an upbeat song, rhythm you can’t help but sway to, and that sassy trombone throughout, that feels like a celebration, yet we are reminded time and time again: It’s a sad song, It’s a tragedy, We are gonna sing it anyway.  It’s an old tale from way back when and we are gonna sing it again.  The beauty of holding that contrast between lyrics invoking tragedy and music invoking joy, right from the start is absolutely breathtaking.  

The Broadway version has Hermes adding: “Someone’s got to tell the tale, whether or not it turns out well, maybe it will turn out this time”  which I love that it has a hopefulness to it as well as the obligation to be a bearer of bad news, a singer of sad songs, that there is value in experiencing pain or disappointment.  The original version has Hermes end with “A love song that never dies, about someone who tries.”  

This musical makes it clear from the intro song that the ending is not a happy one, but that there is a lesson in doing the hard thing, that sometimes we can only see the battle ahead, and even if “success” is futile, there is hope in trying.

Personal Reflections on Road to Hell

The open admission of how this story is a sad one, *and we are going to sing it anyway* is really quite profound, and the “maybe it *will* turn out this time” lends such a hopefulness that is hard to grasp in these times of collapse.  

Where do I hold sadness in my body? 

What would it take to actually allow myself to have a “somatic completion” by allowing myself to feel it, not resist it?  

Perhaps it is by acknowledging where I am stuck in sadness that I will find the key to joy, that a life of happiness isn’t one where we choke our tears back, but we let them flow freely in grief and praise of a full life well-lived.  

How might our world change if we didn’t resist the uneasy, quiet the sadness, and hold back from speaking hard truths?  

What would it look like if we could dance while singing a sad song?

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Recovering Teacher

It is a paradox.  In my passionate unlearning to become a better teacher, I found myself no longer passionate about teaching.

After 10 years of teaching Biology in the public school system, I realized that I couldn’t do it anymore. To say that the last two years (2020-2022) have been challenging would be an understatement, and I finally succumbed to the burnout.

I will also add that I started therapy 18  months ago (I am an HSP with anxious attachment style, a wounded daughter working towards becoming a healed mother (#motherhoodraisedme), and I am only beginning to reckon with my collapse awareness and learn to regulate my nervous system.)

Since leaving teaching, I have been (un)/learning a lot: Embodied Social Justice and the Framework for Liberation (rev. angel Kyodo Williams), trauma responses and neurobiology, attachment/polyvagal theory and somatics, reconnecting with my ancestral roots and Collapse Awareness (Carmen Spagnola), and Rewilding.  I enjoy the person that I am becoming, and I have no idea what that person’s next vocational venture will be (or, as People’s Oracle says “How I will be selling my time and labor in exchange for currency”!)

“Pursuing social justice by increasing equity in education.”  I still believe in it.

Stepping away from the profession is such a hard hit to my identity and perceived purpose in life.  I used to wear the title of “public school teacher” like a badge of honor, where everyone who knew me would think “oh look at her, she is a good person!  She is a teacher!”  And personally, so much of my life’s mission statement and purpose was found in being a teacher, “pursuing social justice by increasing equity in education.”  I still believe in it.

During the summer of 2021, I was excited at the opportunity to harness the upheaval of the pandemic and make some of the changes that I saw necessary to truly “nurture and enhance the spirit of our communities” and live up to our newly adopted mission statement.  I realized that I needed to drastically change how I teach!  But more than anything, I realized that I had a lot of un-learning to do before I could put myself back into a teaching role.  It is a paradox.  In my passionate unlearning to become a better teacher, I found myself no longer passionate about teaching.

I have no interest in teaching Biology as it is dictated by the standards

How might we be less likely to exploit, extract, pollute, and destroy natural resources if we also viewed them as living?

I love Biology, science is amazing! But it has its limitations.  I don’t want to be a biology teacher right now.  Robin Wall Kimmerer’s book “Braiding Sweetgrass” was still resonating as I was preparing my “Characteristics of Living Things” lesson for fall 2021. For 10+ years, I have never flinched teaching the “requirements for life” (cell-based, requires energy, etc). But learning that many traditional indigenous cultures think of water and rocks as alive, it made me question how that definition frames our perception of and relationship to the earth.  How might we be less likely to exploit, extract, pollute, and destroy natural resources if we also viewed them as living?  Put another way… I started really unpacking a lot of assumptions I made through my scientific upbringing that perpetuated the “imperialist white supremacist capitalist patriarchy”  (thanks for the terminology, bell hooks!).  And, if “the role of the colonizer is ‘I have everything to teach and nothing to learn,’” it is time I roll up my sleeves and challenge my colonial mind by unlearning a lot of what I thought I knew!  

I have a lot of *internal* work I need to do before I can return to the classroom

Education has been training us for hyper individualized capitalism and I am done with it.

Sadly, old habits die hard…and as much as I wanted to disrupt the “imperialist white supremacist capitalist patriarchy” within my classroom, I recognized just how deeply engrained many of my thoughts and behaviors really were, and much of the wounding underneath.  For example: I graduated top of my class in high school, but I (like many of our “high achieving” students) was successful because I learned how to exploit myself at the expense of my wellness, sacrificing the well-being of myself as an individual in relationship to the collective for my individual academic output. As a teacher, I would see how my idea of “success” had often been “blowing that trauma” (Resmaa Menakem) through to my students and exploiting them in turn (Because “Hey, I had to ____ so they need to also!!”).  “Students aren’t learning if they aren’t producing, right??  And they must prove their learning on their own!!”  Education has been training us for hyper individualized capitalism and I am done with it.

The Rubber Meets the Road; How The Gradebook Gave me Anxiety Attacks

So  I focused on Restorative Circles and classroom community building (that I realize I never utilized before the pandemic made me teach via Zoom and then I vowed to myself I would never go a day of teaching where I didn’t invite every student’s voice to be heard upon our “Arrival” time at the beginning of class).  I yearned to move away from the “transactional” approach in my classroom (“redo ___ and then turn in ___ and then you will get a ___%”) to “relational” teaching and learning (who are you/we? What matters to you/us? What are you/we learning, why does it matter, what questions do we have now? Etc).  But the gradebook is inherently transactional, and ultimately was my downfall.  I would get such anxiety putting grades in (it was almost the end of Q1 before I put anything in!). I literally would freeze when I would try to assess my students “objectively” because they are all so different, with different skills, desires, interests, privileges, challenges, etc. 

I yearn to embody *relational* instead of *transactional* in a classroom setting 

 I asked my students to grade themselves: create their own rubrics and goals, and I realized how any attempt I tried at dismantling the status quo in my classroom was met with lots of skepticism in my students.  The engrained “transaction” of school was already alive and well in my juniors, many who still couldn’t trust that I wasn’t just pulling out hoops for them to jump through.  It felt like so many of my students had such a deeply dysfunctional relationship to school, and how can I support them in the unlearning of that dysfunction if I haven’t unlearned it in myself first?  I was still carrying the trauma I carried in being a straight A high school student.  (Transacting “if I just get through the — unit by —-, then I will be a good teacher!” vs, the relational “If I can just hold a space for us to cultivate compassion, curiosity, and creativity then I am in right relationship with my students”). 

The trap of contagious negativity

It is hard to turn over a new leaf on old stomping grounds.  Old patterns and behaviors die hard.  In my 11 years at my district, I had experienced the leadership of 3 superintendents and 5 principals. I had been a building union rep on and off.  

I have also been a magnet for negativity, because:

– it is addicting (doom scrolling, anyone!?), 

-binaries feel coherent (good vs bad, us vs them, etc), 

-and I believe that I created and fueled negativity in order to seek belonging

Wanting to start fresh and transmute that constrictive negativity into expansive possibility is *really* hard when I have cultivated a culture around me that really held space for negativity and negating.  I perfected the “yeah…but….” (“yeah we need equity, BUT THE STANDARDS!”  “Yeah ___ had a good point in the meeting/email, BUT THEIR TONE!!,” etc) that I had been dealing out “yeah buts” as tokens to help foster a sense of belonging.  I am throwing myself under the bus in order to share that under my negativity was rage and beneath the rage was and is grief.  Both grief and rage need containment and release, and I resisted both.  My negativity spilled out into every conversation and yet I never *actually* allowed the release of the underlying emotions.

I cry more now so I can rage less

Not a week goes by now that I don’t cry, and I attend a monthly grief vigil to weep in community.  It has been very healing, because the negativity stops looping once it is released from the body (stress hormone cortisol exits the body through tears, y’all!).  I have a lifetime of grief I am beginning to metabolize now, and I believe it is the work I have to do before I can gain any clarity or confidence around what comes next for me.  But I am sorry for the ways that I did not make the space for possibility and positivity, for paradox and multiple truths, and for how I blew my trauma onto my beloved students and coworkers.

To my students

I love and miss you dearly.  I think of you often.  I want to say “sorry, I wish I could have done more for you.”  I wish I had been more healed, more whole for you.  There was so much community I wanted to build, trust I wanted to cultivate, imagination I wanted to facilitate, and purpose I wanted to watch you ignite in yourselves and each other. 

 I wanted my classroom to be a space where we could focus on collective healing from and critical interrogation of the imperialist white supremacist capitalist patriarchy “status quo” while dreaming up a different way of being by embodying it together.  

I wish I could have taught you about traditional ecological knowledge, but I was never taught that, and still have so much to learn before I can facilitate learning in a way that is in alignment with my values. 

 I wish I could have engaged in a conversation with you about the nuances of cannabis use (it is a plant medicine, after all!) and not felt too scared about the repercussions.  I wish I could be comfortable being 8 weeks “behind” the other classes, because I would want to stop class to discuss the biology of reproductive health and abortion, wanting you to know that there are simple and safe medical ways to end a pregnancy.

“You taught me so much by all that you did NOT have to unlearn, and I thank you.”

 I wish I could have facilitated a collapse-aware classroom, teaching, noticing, and modeling nervous system regulation to better survive the long descent of human civilization as we know it (*lets out a moan, looks left and right, brings on arms and legs*).  I was proud of the work we were doing every day, arriving together, often in circle so we could come together as a class.  In 7 classes a day (of 45-50 minutes) 5 times a week during a/several pandemic(s) was simply too much for me too quickly.  I burned myself out.  My inner critic (“yeah, it would be cool to hold space for your students in this way…BUT THE GRADEBOOK!”) fried my nervous system to the point where anxiety attacks were a frequent occurrence.  I hope that you will be able to make the same choice if you ever must choose between your wellness and your perceived obligations.  It is my prayer that the privilege of choice, and of rest, will become more and more widely available as we fight against capitalism, and control by an elite minority that benefits from our dis-ease.  It gives me hope that so many of you had wised up to the b******t indoctrination of “education,” you taught me so much by all that you did NOT have to unlearn, and I thank you.  

I don’t yet have the stamina to be the teacher I want to be.  That you deserve.  That I want my own children to have.  I honestly am not even sure that there is a school that will want me if I ever even come close to “arriving” to the elder that I want to become before I can be in the classroom again.  But I hope we never stop (un/)learning.