January 30, 2010


when you have come to the edge of all light that you know and are about to drop off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen:

there will be something solid to stand on
or, you will be taught to fly
 (ref: Patrick Overton)

Fear not


January 23, 2010


Night time sharpens,
heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses

Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Turn your face away from the garish light of day
Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light
And listen to the music of the night

Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams
Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar
And you live as you've never lived before

Softly, deftly, music shall caress you
Hear it, feel it secretly possess you
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness that you know you cannot fight
The darkness of the music of the night

Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world
Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before
Let your soul take you where you long to be
Only then can you belong to me

Floating, falling, sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in
To the power of the music that I write
The power of the music of the night

(Andrew Lloyd Webber)

January 22, 2010


"As part of our journey of discovery, investigating the whole of life... We can confront the demons in our soul, scream the energy of transformation, dance with the dead and disappear into parallel worlds that make no sense to this one. We can find the child within us, the wizened mage, the clown, the freak; we can be ourselves, tender, beautiful and free..." (ref: Restall Orr)

January 17, 2010

the dark moon

"...the dark moon...is the most powerful time for organically unfolding soul-searching. The inner-self starts to grow in power and make its presence known. Ideally you can listen, integrate and set intentions that will bring you into harmony with yourself during the waxing moon."


"There's a historic pattern of fearing the dark and denying death. But it is a fact of nature, and if embraced, can be met as a winding down before the next growth period." (ref: astrology.about.com)

"...it is the fear that cripples and, if we were to lose that fear while allowing reason to walk with us all the way, life would be very different indeed." (ref: Restall Orr)
Faraway Tree, here I come

January 15, 2010


"As with every long journey the starting out is hard, but it is eased as we acknowledge the turning tide and adjust to its flow. As we stride forward, it is eased still further, though strangely so til we stop, now and then, to listen more closely... There is music and laughter drifting through the trees in the heat and stillness of the early afternoon, and then across our path sometimes there passes a wild free soul, with dancing eyes, who shares with us some weird old tale, or throws us a riddle like a shining fresh apple, or skips with a rhyme that makes us spin. At times the music is so enchantingly sad our path starts to blur in the mist of our tears. At times it gives us a rhythm so fast we can barely walk for dancing..." (ref: Restall Orr 1998)

The shift begins again

January 14, 2010

which way?

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
(Robert Frost, Mountain Interval, 1916)

January 12, 2010


"We have extraordinary experiences and, less than two hours later, we're trying to convince oursleves that it was the mere product of imagination."
(ref: Brida, Coelho)

January 10, 2010

into the night

They all crept down stairs and out into the dark, silent garden. An owl hooted nearby, and something ran down the garden path. Beth nearly squealed.

"Ssh! It's only a mouse or something,' said Joe. "I'll switch on my light now. Keep close together and we'll see where we're going."

In a bunch they went down the back garden and out into the little lane there. The Enchanted Wood loomed up big and dark. The trees spoke to one another softly.

"Wisha-wisha-wisha,' they said. "Wisha-wisha-wisha!"

The children jumped over the ditch and walked through the wood, down the paths they knew so well. The wood was full of fairy-folk going about their business. They took no notice of the children. Joe soon switched off his light. Lanterns shone everywhere and gave enough light to see by.

They soon came to the great dark trunk of the Faraway Tree.

(ref: The Magic Faraway Tree, Enid Blyton

January 7, 2010


"It can be unpleasant to realise how tense or self-defending we are, how broken, blurred or scarred...

The awareness of how we protect our intimate space sheds light on a great deal, and we can follow through with shifting attitudes and clear intent...

The nemeton that is healthy shimmers with life in all the colours of our truth and experience. It is utterly flexible, a magical bubble."

(ref: Restall Orr)

January 1, 2010


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