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There’s a time for each of us to sift through what we have, taking the best bits of our past and (as for the rest of it) knowing what, and when, to let go. Now is probably that time!
Sharing a story of how this has come up for me this week… Continue reading →
We need a spirit of adventure and possibility on the inside to effect this gear-change, the colourful imagination to hold whatever preferred reality we choose as a way finder “up ahead” in our sights, plus the sheer determination to never give up. If this sounds so very hard to pull off, it’s a measure of just how far we have been separated from our most intrinsic “higher” human qualities by a false narrative. Continue reading →
We are all absolute at the core of our cells; in that void of pure potential that has yet to take shape as the matter we more familiarly know as the substance of life. So, the more we wake up … Continue reading →
Repeatedly bumping into one or two people that you feel that you know and yet never saying a word to them (except with your eyes), knowing that they feel it too…these are the kind of clues to your own experience that present through the layers of Glastonbury. This along with so many signs and synchronicities that it is is quite possible to feel like you are entering a theme park dedicated to all of your own thematic threads, which gives it an air of detachment from everyday life that starts delivering as soon as you arrive. For this reason, I suspect, Avalon can only really be found through the portal of your own heart-journey, not somebody else’s route, so be prepared to give yourself up to this as fluidly as your timetable allows (preferably, having no such schedule). For my own part, I was struck by my choice of a week in October; an interesting choice, just before All Hallows and yet, I already suspected, going there when Somerset’s dark-pagan underbelly was closest to the surface was part of what was held in store for me…and it was.
Sharing an exceptional few days of pure alchemy working with the ancient landscape of Glastonbury…. (read on). Continue reading →