Both sides rush to the other with tears in their eyes
Hugging, grasping each other's shoulders, weeping, laughing
They see the error in their own ways, in each other's ways
But that's all over, trashed, the awakening was not only spontaneous . . . . .
I am the media. And the sooner I can put the emphasis on the verb - "i AM the media" - the sooner our legitimately frightened children will have a voice in the media they can trust.
All the young people in my life know this. They know my news is unquestionably raising the flag of genuine good will.
Sometimes style really is substance. The thought runs counter to the warts-and-all picture of reality easy…Continue
The hardest part about adding a blog post is letting go of everything else. Yesterday's song, last week's reactive state, the surrender to 5D - they come with this meditation and yet are not this moment. Instead, this is an open diary. For a few minutes this meditation is the formation of words, a sudden extroversion out of a solitary life.
And you are the readers who understand this. We all lead solitary lives. Solitude is definitively hermetic, and Tao and Wicca. Beloved TI…Continue