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Saturday, 31 January 2015

Constraint

An excess of constraint extinguishes the value of a personal existence.

Leslie Devereaux

Wednesday, 28 January 2015

Sleep

Sleep would steal me for its own,

eschewing day’s reality,

bearing me through wondrous dark,

infinite in possibility.

Ruth Davmor

Tuesday, 27 January 2015

Chaos

You need chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star.


Friedrich Nietzsche

Monday, 26 January 2015

Child

I am a child of the moon

being raised by the sun in a world

walked by stars and a sky

drawn by flowers

Zara Ventris

Normal

The pursuit of normality is the ultimate sacrifice of potential.

Faith Jegede

Sunday, 25 January 2015

Create

Since my early childhood I have always consider art and craft as magic, the magic of using your whole being for creating beauty that will change the world.

Emilie Elijah Bourdet

Stay


Saturday, 24 January 2015

Retreat

The world around me
continues in its wonder:
full and rich with
every blessing,
every lesson,
I could ever need.
But for this time
I retreat.
I embrace the silence,
the universe contained
within the rising of a breath.
My life is small today.
It is my sanctuary,
my temple.
Everything within it
speaks to me of love,
and I am safe
to dream,
to breathe,
to slowly grow,
until the time comes
when I shall re-emerge.
The world is forgiving;
lovingly it waits,
patiently ready to
re-embrace my joy –
when I return.

Ruth Davmor

Friday, 23 January 2015

Aware

Abandon words

Be aware

And you’ll find oneness

Mosiesa Lindenheart

Thursday, 22 January 2015

Word

words... rose up in the air and descended upon us like a fine mist, touching all five senses.

Azar Nafisi

Wednesday, 21 January 2015

Open

Her heart opens

The mysteries of darkness

A soul awakens...

Olga Denton

Monday, 19 January 2015

New

This sun I welcome

can never fulfil yesterday's lost promise,

nor tomorrow's hope.

Endlessly it returns,

yet always with a different now.

Each wave will fall, never to rise again.

In every moment

     I am

          newly

               made


Ruth Davmor

Sunday, 18 January 2015

Innermost

What is "the Conversation?"  It is what found me.  It is the marriage between the moving word and the waiting silence.  It is waking into the silent emptiness before dawn, and feeling a question form within you that only Reason can answer.  It is listening for the soft sounds of the woods, and the murmur of the spirit over the waters.  It is forever the first morning, again and again. 


Diana Lorence

End


Saturday, 17 January 2015

Waking

What to Remember When Waking

What you can plan is too small for you to live.

What you can live wholeheartedly will make plans 
     enough 

for the vitality hidden in your sleep.

To be human is to become visible 

while carrying what is hidden as a gift to others.

To remember the other world in this world

is to live in your true inheritance.

You are not a troubled guest on this earth, 

you are not an accident amidst other accidents 

you were invited from another and greater night 

than the one from which you have just emerged.

David Whyte

Horizon

Sky darkens.

On the fading rose horizon

Venus trembles.

Karen Meadows

Moral

The highest form of morality is not to feel at home in one’s own home.

Theodor Adorno

Friday, 16 January 2015

Now



My words, beautifully brought to life by

Emilie Elijah Bourdet:

http://emilieelijah.deviantart.com/

Thursday, 15 January 2015

Lost

And we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.

Friedrich Nietzsche

Wednesday, 14 January 2015

Instinct

If you let the fear of consequence prevent you from following your deepest instinct, then your life will be safe, expedient and thin.

Katharine Butler Hathaway

Tuesday, 13 January 2015

Monday, 12 January 2015

Thunder

Wind is blowing

Thunder in the trees

Silence follows...


Mosiesa Lindenheart

Sunday, 11 January 2015

Rapture

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, 
There is a rapture on the lonely shore, 
There is society, where none intrudes, 
By the deep sea, and music in its roar: 
I love not man the less, but Nature more, 
From these our interviews, in which I steal 
From all I may be, or have been before, 
To mingle with the Universe, and feel 
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.

George Gordon Byron

Thursday, 8 January 2015

Promise


Deliberate

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms.

Henry David Thoreau

Wednesday, 7 January 2015

Aurora

Dawn wind whispers
the song of the Aurora
birds graciously sing.

Olga Denton

Prayer

First bird calls to the promise of morning.
You are there.
The wind carries his message
and you rejoice.
All wisdom past,
all love to come,
meet in this moment.
As ancient stone calls to newest bud
we are one song, one breath.
All time sacred,
a living prayer;
we meet at the place of 
knowing and of trust.
All that is seen and 
all that is hidden
here join at the
meeting of worlds.
We sing your name in reverence,
Nemetona.

Ruth Davmor

Tuesday, 6 January 2015

In this land

It was never my plan to include standard text or videos here, but I am so thrilled with the work of my beloved friend and siStar, Olga Denton, that I had to share this. She has taken basic words and melody and created magick.

Discarded


Monday, 5 January 2015

Wild

Run wild through your life.


Kal Barteski

Integration

Wholeness is not achieved by cutting off a portion of one’s being, but by integration of the contraries.


Carl Jung

Sunday, 4 January 2015

Blossom

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk to blossom.


Anaïs Nin

Bloom


End

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.


T. S. Eliot

Saturday, 3 January 2015

Namaste

My soul honours your soul. I honour the place in you where the entire universe resides. I honour the light, love, truth, beauty and peace within you, because it is also within me. In sharing these things we are united, we are the same, we are one.


Source of definition unknown

Luminous


Friday, 2 January 2015

Drama


Night

While the moon her watch is keeping

All through the night

While the weary world is sleeping

All through the night

O'er thy spirit gently stealing

Visions of delight revealing

Breathes a pure and holy feeling

All through the night


John Ceiriog Hughes /
Edward Jones

Thursday, 1 January 2015