Pandora has been whispering to me for months now, but as I prepare for the Resurrecting Pandora workshop this Sunday she is especially present. Her proverbial box spills illness and disease, the flu epidemic threatening friends and loved ones. Greed and selfishness and ignorance abound in the collective: will we ever learn to play well with one another? I take refuge in the myth-how can I see Pandora as evidence of my mortality, memory of my divinity, and teacher of the mystery that is my life? If Pandora is rumbling under your foundation and beckons you to join us, we will make you welcome. Constant Contact registration is closed, but email me firstname.lastname@example.org if you would like to come along.