Avaggdi is the one nobody writes about. No transformation. No redemption. The cauldron brewed for him gets stolen, his home poisoned, and he ends up feral on a battlefield. Other traditions give us Ashtavakra — the crooked sage whose ugliness resolves into wisdom. We like that one. It's safe.
Avaggdi just remains.
The line about your nervous system on edge after the fire — convinced you'd always be the one who ruins things — that's the most honest sentence I've read in a long time. Most people skip straight to the transformation. They become the shapeshifting Taliesin and leave Avaggdi in the valley.
Walking among the suffering without turning away isn't a resolution. It's a different kind of courage. The kind that doesn't look like progress.
I’ve been meaning to read your piece on the lowest of lows, its top of my list for this week. I’ve been there too. I really enjoy your perspective and embodied writing. You definitely presence your reader in a very special way. Your insights are greatly appreciated.
I feel like this piece helped me lay the pain down for a while, at least for now. Have you found something resting now that you’ve shared your story?
Some rest, yeah. Writing it didn’t fix anything. But naming a thing and carrying a thing aren’t the same. I’d been hauling this one around for a while without knowing what it was. Now I know. That part helped.
Glad it gave you somewhere to set it down, even just for now. That’s what I’m after with this kind of writing.
Not resolution. Just a little room to breathe.
Love to hear what you think when you get a chance to read the piece.
Avaggdi is the one nobody writes about. No transformation. No redemption. The cauldron brewed for him gets stolen, his home poisoned, and he ends up feral on a battlefield. Other traditions give us Ashtavakra — the crooked sage whose ugliness resolves into wisdom. We like that one. It's safe.
Avaggdi just remains.
The line about your nervous system on edge after the fire — convinced you'd always be the one who ruins things — that's the most honest sentence I've read in a long time. Most people skip straight to the transformation. They become the shapeshifting Taliesin and leave Avaggdi in the valley.
Walking among the suffering without turning away isn't a resolution. It's a different kind of courage. The kind that doesn't look like progress.
Good piece. The kind that lingers.
I’ve been meaning to read your piece on the lowest of lows, its top of my list for this week. I’ve been there too. I really enjoy your perspective and embodied writing. You definitely presence your reader in a very special way. Your insights are greatly appreciated.
I feel like this piece helped me lay the pain down for a while, at least for now. Have you found something resting now that you’ve shared your story?
Thank you for that. Genuinely.
Some rest, yeah. Writing it didn’t fix anything. But naming a thing and carrying a thing aren’t the same. I’d been hauling this one around for a while without knowing what it was. Now I know. That part helped.
Glad it gave you somewhere to set it down, even just for now. That’s what I’m after with this kind of writing.
Not resolution. Just a little room to breathe.
Love to hear what you think when you get a chance to read the piece.