We create and are created by our attention.

Pray for us sinners.

We expected a fun and engaging performance. What I did not expect was a spellbinding and profound experience.

Render unto Caesar the things that are Caesar’s, and to God the things that are God’s.

“We’ll mock the devil right back into hell…” V. Stamper

A reincarnation of my ideas, my creativity, and my intellect into becoming an indwelling human being.

It was now about noon, and darkness came over the whole land…

I love the ease of their full throated laughter. I strive to be an old woman such as these.

Balance is a fleeting thing…

I have known with certainty that something interior can appear to be exterior, and that something exterior can appear to be interior.

Tap into this…

Reclaiming the cosmic image.

The dancers themselves dance for us all.  They unwind the certainty of our endeavours.  They turn willingly though not naively toward the dark.

Surely, we have individual souls, but, the tribal soul has us.

The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom…

Even at the summit of Mt. Sinai, there is a Voice in the clouds, in the burning bush, in the tongues of fire.

Love consists in this…

We get glimpses of this other dwelling in our dreams, in our reveries, in our walks in the wintry woods.

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

How do we meet the archetype of the wise old man and receive his blessing?