A Plea to Wingmakers and Wingbreakers Too


Icarus, you fool

Didn’t your father, the wingmaker

The Da Vinci of his day, tell you:

Not too high, not too low,

But in the middle go


And you, Daedalus, Perdrix wingbreaker

Dynamite, enlighten me,

What knowest thou of the golden mean?

Thy mighty path was not the right direction

Didn’t you know your son’s fatal attraction

To light


Daedalus, did you know

The new invention you heralded:

The bug zapper?

For no Daedaluses of brainchild ever tire

Icaruses, in rapturous atonement now retire

The prankster


Leave my father alone, you know-it-all

I am no partridge

My extra-ordinary flight was never fall

I seek the sun behind the sun

I am no moth to a flame

The hidden light is my delight

My compass is the Absolute

Not the sun, not even moonlight

I never drowned

I coalesced


Fathers of greatness and mothers too

This I beseech of you,

Give your sons and daughters

You illuminated lunatics

A break

Happy Heuristics


Bruegel_IcarusShe opened the coffee table book and stopped at the reproduction of Bruegel’s “Landscape with the fall of Icarus”

He: Found something interesting?

She: Is it sunset or sunrise?

He, from the corner of his eye, handing her tea: More like sunset. What’s the difference? Who cares anyway?

Who Cares

The self-absorbed ploughman ploughs the bountiful soil

Expensive ship cruise the rocky shores: life’s at its height

The bemused shepherd muses: perfect day, no spoil

No one can care less when Icarus reaches twilight

The selfish fisherman lounges to fish on the sea shore

End of a journey: the sun does not shine so bright

Icarus’ legs clown like the legs of Belmer’s whores

Daedalus’ stellar son was not prepared for such a flight


Who Cares

The fantastiKarus must fall



He, taking the book of her hands and She not opposing resistance: You’re so absorbed!

She: Why doesn’t the fisherman fish him out?

He, dismissive: ’cause he’s long dead: heart attack, I guess

She: Broken heart

He: Suicide

She: Unbridled enthusiasm

He: Casualty of youth

She: Burnt out

He: Another idiot

She: Engulfed

He: A fool

She, vanquished: Who cares?

He, drying slowly a tear down her cheek with his index: Yes, the show must go on.


Who Cares

The seashell fragile Icarus must wreck


Wind beneath his wings, Icarus,

For a flash of enlightenment:


Flew so close the counterfeit sun

Downfall: the price for such a willful sin

Rebel without a cause, the reckless son

Must drown forever

The Fisher King watches the ship wings full blast

The benign sun smiles its anemic rays in the distance

Good shepherd Abel counts his sheep till last

Picaresque souls pry around for instant happenstance

Ploughman Cain tills his soul with acrimony

None could care less if they’d live

In harmony


She, intense with tears: But… I care, I care, I care

He, hands flying above his head: women are so e.motion.all!

She, flying at the door, leaving: Who cares?

Happy Heuristics

The Fool Archetype

Resonance and Metaphoric cards

220px-RWS_Tarot_00_FoolThe fool is probably the archetype I most resonate with at present. It inspired me to write this blog, so it is only fair to give it a place of choice in it. However, not being versed in Tarot interpretation and not having any taste for divination, I do not use it as a tool in my practice; divination being antithetic to a happy heuristics stance. The constant probing of the future, prevents us from living our life here and now and makes us dependent on an outside source (usually the fortune teller or even the cards themselves),  rather than being present and responsible for seeking and finding our own answers within. I am therefore more interested in the evocative symbolism of the cards than it’s use for predicting or guessing the future. The roots of Tarot in kabbala, Neo-Platonism, Gnosticism, and other esoteric influences, nonetheless, contribute to its richness and are useful for teaching complex mystical concepts when needed. It’s all heuristics!
The Fool : the zero and the full-stop Continue reading

Pharmakos: Aaron Swartz

I did not want to start my Icarus Lessons on a tragic note, but the untimely death of Aaron Swartz stroke a cord in me. And below is the first post of this series.

An Unequal Combat

I did not know him before the announcement of his death, on a post left on one of the wordpress blogs, but he touched me deeply with his David and Goliath battle. Continue reading

Defining Success Part 2: Spiraling up


I could have fallen into a pit of bitterness and negativity with no chance of spiraling up, if I hadn’t joined in parallel to my business activities, a group coaching circle (it was not called coaching then), with a workshop called : Recover Your Creative Energy. This circle helped me make the fateful and salutary decision of closing down the business, I’d been putting off for the last 2 years.

My tribulations, during that time, were worthy of a picaro character or was it a personable but ultimately dead Icarus? Only penultimate Icarus: Just in time before complete burnout. Unfortunately, I revisited the lesson of overextending myself to near burnout twice more afterwards, until I find inner guidance and some subsequent measure of inner peace (See Icarus Lessons, in preparation). And that’s how I came to teach what I needed to learn, by becoming a coach. Continue reading

“Follow Your Passion, You’ll Make a Life”

The “Follow Your Passion” Fallacy

One of the biggest fallacies in the self-help department is the advice “follow your passion”, the implication being: “the money will follow”, the fallacy part of it all. My husband, in the know of my centers of interest, sent me an interesting article on the subject. http://www.inc.com/jeff-haden/worst-career-advice-do-what-you-love.html Continue reading