Mythic Mentors
Lying in bed this morning I asked Jake, “Do you know anyone you’d call Mythic? I mean someone your own age.” “What do you mean by ‘mythic’?” he asked, putting on his belt. “Well, like Mr. Elms.” Mr. Elms was Jake’s grade 6 teacher who figures dramatically in Jake’s internal lore. “Steve Jobs.”. “No, I mean someone you actually know.” I’d just emerged from a satisfying dream that I was at the Minde’s house. As a teenager I spent a good deal of time at my boyfriend’s place. The