Our sacred stories tell us the truths we believe about ourselves, the ones that feel like freedom and lightness of heart. They are the ones we miss when we have lost touch with them.
The matter we are made of is as old as the universe, our lives a part of the dragon of change, like waves in the waters of an ancient sea, rolling forward with a momentum not our own.
A poem to the mother of all living.
Alchemy: level the furnace, add the ingredients, prepare the catalyst and the harmonizing agents, seal the cauldron…and then begin the firing process. These are the demands of the work, and once begun, timing is everything. The work itself is volatile, but that’s why the results are transformative.