At a certain season we grow tired of legs walking, eyes seeing, mouth eating and, yes, of ‘I being I’. We want to sleep, to dissolve, to dream of some sweet stream singing its peaceful song. As this is the season now, and the month is January, I connect this feeling strongly with the period which Christians refer to as Epiphany.
Love is evolving us! Or are we evolving from love... either way, maybe this is known to most people. But I felt as if I had an epiphany of this comment that here I pose.
Oh yes, the synchronicities have done nothing but enhanced, and my dreams more alluded into my day.
Thoughts of a bookshelf,
had been in my dream
just as this love,
and to me what it seems.
"Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we have been waiting for." — Hopi elders
