Ace of Cups, Llewellyn Worldwide
There was a time when a traveller, if he had the will and knew only a few of the secrets, could send his barge out in the Summer Sea and arrive.. at the Holy Isle of Avalon; for at that time the gates between the world drifted within the mists, and were open, one to another, as the traveller thought and willed.
~Marion Zimmer Bradley, Mists of Avalon
The October of the 13 Epiphanies In late 2003, I experienced several months of a spiritual and emotional awakening that arrived without any sort of warning. I don't even recall how it began.. there was just a sudden shift around me of these Great Mysteries. A close friend was preparing for the birth of her first child, while my mother lay dying. The days were filled with raw emotion, intense experiences of full-on forgiveness, sleepless nights of writing down the things my soul suddenly needed to express. I wrote letters of forgiveness to everyone I felt had ever wounded me, and although I never mailed them, I know in my heart they were received.
The catalyst had been a brief encounter with a person whose existence was a beacon of light to me in that dark time. This was a man who was a living embodiment of all that he valued in life. He had perfectly aligned his relationships, his work, even the place he called home, with his love of people and for the planet. His kind, generous spirit was then, and still is, one of the greatest examples in my life of what we are here on earth to do. Though our connection was brief, the legacy of what I learned remains.
~Marion Zimmer Bradley, Mists of Avalon
The October of the 13 Epiphanies In late 2003, I experienced several months of a spiritual and emotional awakening that arrived without any sort of warning. I don't even recall how it began.. there was just a sudden shift around me of these Great Mysteries. A close friend was preparing for the birth of her first child, while my mother lay dying. The days were filled with raw emotion, intense experiences of full-on forgiveness, sleepless nights of writing down the things my soul suddenly needed to express. I wrote letters of forgiveness to everyone I felt had ever wounded me, and although I never mailed them, I know in my heart they were received.
The catalyst had been a brief encounter with a person whose existence was a beacon of light to me in that dark time. This was a man who was a living embodiment of all that he valued in life. He had perfectly aligned his relationships, his work, even the place he called home, with his love of people and for the planet. His kind, generous spirit was then, and still is, one of the greatest examples in my life of what we are here on earth to do. Though our connection was brief, the legacy of what I learned remains.
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