I want to be courted by the truth. Let the stories that are telling our lives spin out in long multi-coloured threads. Don’t tell me too much, too soon. Don’t hide anything. Tell the tales of your heart, offer them like perfect pearls coming up from the depths of the sea to be strung together, each gently clicking against the other, luminous and iridescent as they roll out of the moistness. Ten years from now I want to hear a story of your childhood I have never heard before and know the delight and on-going awe of seeing each other for the first time, again and again. Give me each picture slowly, so I can sit with it and find you, and the glimpses of me, and the foreshadowing of us there in the details. I want to talk in seamless conversation all night long and find ourselves able to hold the silence together for days, our intimacy sharpened by shared solitude.….Oriah Mountain Dreamer
living large and bold and deep in the red of our own truths…..where chaos is tunneled out into light and the smoky debris of pain and despair fan the flames of deeper equanimity…..
Underneath all the drama, the restlessness, the hopes and fears, behind the narratives we weave about ourselves, and even before we’ve thought of ourselves as ourselves, lies a simple, unadorned awareness. It’s not even a thing—just an event that happens, a little burst of knowing, deep in the center of it all……Andrew Olendzki
Until you make the unconscious conscious,
it will direct your life and you will call it fate.