Our lives are the story of how we remember. It is the dance that was woven into the fabric of our being from the beginning. The presence of the Great Mystery is always with us. I only have turn my face toward it and it is there- as a voice beneath the sound of the pale grey waves crashing on the shore, as a touch of the unseen on the back of my neck that makes me pause and turn as I cut carrots on my kitchen counter, as a kiss that lingers as I come up out of dreams in the mist of dark mornings. ~Oriah Mountain Dreamer from THE DANCE tinyurl/kh426c5 May we be open to awareness of the Mystery where it touches & speaks to us today.
Posted on: Tue, 27 May 2014 13:00:00 +0000
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