Though the snow has only recently melted, I desire to see green hills & trees. Spring is starting to arrive & with it comes the new hope for the year. While at New Years we often make resolutions, to me – it seems easier to have a sense of hope & energy to achieve your goals in the springtime. With new life budding all around us, undertaking new endeavours feels good. So dust off your list of goals & zero in on one of them. Something you want to achieve before the Summer Solstice. Something that will move you along your existential path. Something that will be fulfilling.
I have already chosen mine. I want to complete the final stages of production for my recently recorded album. That is my goal this spring.
What is your goal? What would you like to achieve before the start of summer? Leave me a comment below & inspire the rest of the world.
Until next time, Blessed Be.
- Behind every Door is a possibility.
- Behind every Fear is a crutch.
- Behind every Spirit is a desire.
Behind every Choice is a reason.
Five more to face.
Five more to bear.
Five more to suffer.
Yet we must acknowledge that there is Suffering & move on…
Four times ten plus three times two & an extra two…
Illusions upon a stone wall…
I see this.
Yet I Choose to accept their Validity.
I give them Authority over me.
Yet I still have my Will to Power…
Fresh air & grasslands await me.
I will return Home.
I will be where I am meant to be at the moment I am meant to be.
I just need to take that next step…
The Journey never ends. Every new corner simply opens up more possibilities.
“I am the lord of hearts, slaying the heart. I live in right and truth, I exist in it. I am Horus pure of heart within the pure of body. I live in (or “by”) my word, existeth my heart.”
from The Papyrus Of Ani (The Egyptian Book Of The Dead)
Have you ever sat near a waterfall, closed your eyes and just listened. What do you see in your mind’s eye? What does the rushing water instill into your consciousness? Does the mist wash your soul as it washes your body? Have you ever felt the eyes of a sprite upon you as the power of the water rushes forth over the gorge? Have you ever stood under that torrent & exalted in the power of the water as it showered down upon you? Have you ever plunged deep into the vortex at the base of the waterfall, envelloped in the power & the primal feeling of being completely surrounded by this amazing elemental manifestation? Have you ever pondered the mysticism of the Waterfall, the Gorge & the River and how they are beautiful Symbols of our own journeys along our existential pathways?
I was driving home from work tonight & was amazed by the waning quarter moon that was begining to descend to the horizon. Its sight instilled awe, wonder & a great energization throughout my being.
And then I got to thinking about how long it had been since I had howled at the moon.
Anyone who knows me, knows that my biggest addiction is Music. Even those who only “know of me” are aware of this fact. Music has always been part of my life & I cannot conceive of it not being part of my life. So it should come as no surprise to anyone here that I am today musing upon the glorious frequencies & their connection to metaphysics.
If I may, I’m going to start with a quote from one of my favourite song writers (coincidentally, I am listening to his “Eulogic Album” at the moment – Temple Of The Dog)
words and music – My only tools
lets fall in love with music
the driving force of our living
the only international language
divine glory, the expression
the knees bow the tongue
the lord of lords, the king of kings
words and music – My only tools
from Man Of Golden Words
Mother Love Bone
Music has been an integeral part of our Spiritual & Religious experience from time immemorable. Hymns, chants, &c… are present in just about every Spiritual Path & Religion known to humankind. But why is this? What is it about Music that helps us connect to the greater Spiritual presence? Continue reading
Taken from the Welsh, here are some Triads to get you thinking about Wisdom.
3 Virtues Of Wisdom
To Be Aware Of All Things
To Endure All Things
To Be Removed From All Things
At the best of times, a deluge of inconsequential thoughts forced upon it by mundane responsibilities & distracting sensory input clouds the mind. This over-powering absorption of input takes away from the Individual’s ability to focus – especially the ability to focus on what is Truly important in one’s life.
The challenge of focusing is made that much more difficult when one’s body is in the throws of sickness. Whether one is sick from a cold, flu, chronic pain or some other ailment – it is that much harder to concentrate & keep one’s goals in the forefront of one’s mind. As such, when the Individual is sick – especially if she suffers an ongoing condition such as cancer or chronic pain – the Individual must work even harder to stay on her Life’s Path.
The day out on the island was hot & muggy. Time was spent meeting new scouters & sharing our experiences & woodland skills. Meals were shared as were many stories. A good time was had by all & I think we all walked away with new knowledge.
But as the sun began to lower itself in the sky. My companions all left – one boatload at a time. Until I was left alone with my thoughts & my own woodland lore. My first task was to recce a spot to sleep for the night. Upon studying the map of the island that hangs in the cabin, I picked an area on the north shore – near what is referred to as “Skinny Dip Beach” (because Scouts of old would skinny dip at this spot). And so, I set forth along the trail – watching for poison ivy which riddles some spots on the island – seeking out a spot to bed down for the night. Once selecting a spot with a view of the lake, I returned to the cabin & hiked my gear in. Then I setup my camp, enjoying the solitude & the faith I have in my own skill.
The night was still hot – for as I sat next to my small fire I felt as if I was sitting in a sauna. As I ate my supper, I contemplated the beauty & serenity that surrounded me. The sun was setting, as too was the crescent moon. The silver sickle following in the path of the golden disc… a potent image.
The night was quiet. The lake was calm. Peace, paradise & serenity filled me. A perfect moment.
The next morning the weather turned. The winds blew strong from the south & with it came cooler & wetter air. The rain fell, soaking my tent. It wasn’t much fun striking camp – but something you get used to if you’ve ever spent a lot of time outdoors. I made it back to the cabin & began to plan my solo canoe trip back to the mainland. Listening to the weather on the emergency weather radio in the cabin, I watched through the window as the rain slowed & then stopped. A glimmer of sun poked through the clouds for a moment – an omen foretelling me of my only opportunity to cross the lake without rain.
As quick as I could, I loaded up the canoe & paddled for shore. The wind was with me as I left the dock next to the cabin. However, as I rounded the north point of the island – passing my campsite from the night before – I turned into the wind. I made short sprints from island to island – using the granite shores that rise up out of the water as a windbreak. At last, I reached the landing, unloaded my gear – put the canoe in its berth – & returned home.
The adventure, the moment, now in the past.
Tell me about your own adventures – either in the wild or any other journeys of solitude you might have undertaken. What did you learn about the world & about yourself? Please leave me a comment below.
Until next time…