A few kindred spirits, prone to people space "with life and mystical predominance," will perceive a light within the Grecian Temple. For such I have written it. To minds of different mold, who may think an apology necessary for what they will deem so utterly useless, I have nothing better to offer than the simple fact that I found delight in doing it. Lydia Maria Child – Philothea 1802-1880
Saturday, 6 June 2015
She is Ancient........
She is ancient, steeped in wisdom and able to walk hand-in-hand with shadow on one side and light on the other; neither holding power. She is the blade of Truth who uses that dissonant tension to pierce through life's illusion. Her words can hit like shards or stroke like the brush of a gentle breeze.
Others see her; they duck and dive, wriggling free from her gaze; free from self-discovery, safe in illusion for another day.
When you meet her, notice your reactions and name them. She has what you need but what you need isn't always what you want and life isn't a bowl of avoidance, despite your comfort wishes.
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