Today I invite you to ponder a version of the Greek myth of Clytie and Apollo that was written in Ovid’s epic poem Metamorphoses. I have drawn from content on these 2 pages https://tamedwild.com/a/blog/the-myth-of-clytie-and-apollo and https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clytie_(Oceanid)
Who or what is your endless love for which you shed all protection and denounce any nourishment in your devotion?
How does this love transform you?
What does your gaze trace as a circadian rhythm?








