“Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter.” Yoda
It’s a treasury of heroic stories it’s joy unfolding lessons in forgiveness love incarnate.
from the stars we came unraveled by the knowing that our bodies slowly fade.
We write these pages as a memoir, to remind us of who we are becoming, though jaded and exhausted by the times we live in we still speak in song *we skip the light fandango and turning cartwheels across the floor” our imaginations alive with wonder!
our stories are real bloodied impressions of who we want to be, we discard our excess flesh “peel off our dragon skins”
to one day turn into vessels of pure light drifting in a universe of color particles of wonder stretched across the galaxies never be parted again
we are souls afloat in a sea of flesh, experiencing contrasts of light and dark…
we crave reunion!
I long to meet you on silent shores beyond this time far from present danger, to gab about many things like “why the sea is boiling hot and weather pigs have wings!”
and sink into the knowing that we are so very loved.
Can connections ever fade like yellowed pages of a book? Have we written these stories in invisible ink to be forgotten or will we return?
when we look through this hour-glass of time the clock ticks loudly reminding us of our frailty we feel the weight of separation. yet we are given courage by our ancestors by Time Lords to stay the course….
Eight years ago, I was visiting family in Eastbourne, it was my sister’s birthday and we had a family reunion like has never been seen before and probably will not be seen again. So much has changed since then and I let my imagination stretch across the miles to bring to life these memories…
*A straightforward, literal interpretation of these lyrics: We skipped the light fandango. Turned cartwheels ‘cross the floor. Skipping is a way of hopping and running at the same time. It’s the sort of thing a happy child would do.
References… A Whiter Shade of Pale by Procol Harum The Voyage of the Dawn-treader(the un-dragoning of Eustace)by CS Lewis The Walrus and the Carpenter by Lewis Carroll
“Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?” ― Danielle LaPorte
You made me feel like a girl again a butterfly child so free and so wild wearing flowers in my hair and love under my skin…
I was intoxicated by the music and suddenly the sun broke through in one of those moments nothing really mattered…
I felt free once before the world changed me. I had dreams that I’ve buried deep. Sometimes a deep disillusionment hangs over me. A sage once told me to allow the experience, to sit in it. Then slowly I learn how to find that girl again, so free and so wild...