Cynthia Richards 
The Cove [EPUB ebook] 

He suggested, look into the mirror and fi nd what changes might
placate the gods and make this journey a bit easier. But the
mirror was theirs, the gods of mediocrity and the status quo! Loki
certainly knew this was wrong. Loki, the god of change who
could wreak havoc, knew this would be a superfi cial ploy, at
great cost. Thoth, the Ibis, the moon god, the tongue and speech
of Ra would go dead silent in her. Although the path might be
smoother, she would lose herself. They could never embrace her
but would struggle to catalogue her to support their faltering
edifi ce. So she thought melancholic extraordinaire, confi ded in
Ibis of the crescent moon and believed suffering had meaning.
With her Ibis guide, books and guitar, the music in her head,
and the symphony of the spheres of the cosmos, she covered
her cowlicks with her hat, often looking back to fi nd the elusive
meaning to it all but never to placate the gods of mediocrity
and the status quo. She was subversive in that way.
Disclaimer: all animals, creatures and beings are metaphors, not
real entities. It would be hoped that none were harmed in the
writing of this statement but some may have been in the mixing.

Circa l’autore

Cynthia Richards, MD, a child and adult psychiatrist, collaborates with others on this journey, some in foster care, incarcerated, labeled with autism, RAD, PTSD, severe and complex medical problems and other struggles of the human condition.
He suggested, “look into the mirror and find what changes might placate the gods and make this journey a bit easier.” But the mirror was theirs, the gods of mediocrity and the status quo! Loki certainly knew this was wrong. Loki, the god of change who could wreak havoc, knew this would be a superficial ploy, at great cost. Thoth, the Ibis, the moon god, the tongue and speech of Ra would go dead silent in her. Although the path might be smoother, she would lose herself. They could never embrace her but would struggle to catalogue her to support their faltering edifice. So she thought ‘melancholic extraordinaire, ‘ confided in Ibis of the crescent moon and believed suffering had meaning. With her Ibis guide, books and guitar, the music in her head, and the symphony of the spheres of the cosmos, she covered her cowlicks with her hat, often looking back to find the elusive meaning to it all but never to placate the gods of mediocrity and the status quo. She was subversive in that way.

Disclaimer: all animals, creatures and beings are metaphors, not “real entities.” It would be hoped that none were harmed in the writing of this statement but some may have been in the mixing.