What the work might be

Minerva is a made-up occupation. Like any art. Like a full life.

I’d rather not describe what it entails because I don’t know the whole of it yet. I once had to explain the vision of what the work might become (to my baffled partner) and I called it secular priestess work.

I’m not sure what I meant at the time. I am unaffiliated with and uninterested in religious matters. But I think there are doorways into the infinite. Everywhere, doorways.

If I had the ability, I’d call myself Poetess and I’d hold a ring of keys to the word-doors and tree-doors and love-doors of the infinite. But this is not poetry. Poetry is more crafted, more careful than this. I pound on doors— easy doors with rusty hinges that might succumb to an eager fist.

This is all I know for now. The rest depends on who answers on the other side of the doors.

As with any made-up occupation, there is no accreditation and no authority but my own. These are my principles of work:

BEAUTY

Coming

CONNECTION

Coming

GENEROSITY

Coming

OPENNESS

Coming