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The Door

The door to the invisible must be visible. Rene Daumal in Mount Analogue (John Duncan – Sleeping Princess) ~~ Saturday: The sun is shining, the dog is asleep on the porch, and the house empty again from visitors. I sit listening to music and writing away on the Turf as Mary flutters in and out of the room. I look out the window, and the sun plays across the bamboo. Let me know if you can think of something better…

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The Celebration Of Spring

Where man sees but withered leaves, God sees sweet flowers growing. ~Albert Laighton (Paolo Veronese – Venus & Adonis) ~~ Since I celebrate the old calendar, (much to my families dismay of having to hear me going on one more time about the new fangled calendar we live with) I do not celebrate the Equinox as the beginning but to the middle of spring. Colour me peculiar, and rightly so, but I will stick with the old reckonings just the…

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Io! Io!

(Jean Fran├žois de Troy – Pan & Syrinx) Hope this finds you well. Spring is upon us, and with that, my thoughts run to the nature of it all. The buds are on the the trees, the weather is wild and beautiful and I can feel the ancient quickening in my heart and limbs. This edition is all things PAN, and it easily could of been many times longer. Perhaps another one soon. Enjoy, Gwyllm ~~ On The Menu: The…

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Conspiracy

‘Life’ is the leaves which shape and nourish a plant, but ‘art’ is the flower which embodies its meaning. (Charles Rennie Mackintosh) (Nouveau – Gwyllm Llwydd) Conspiracy: There is a conspiracy within consciousness, to awaken itself from it’s slumber of matter and dreams. It conspires through acts of love, through every act of kindness, of every moment of awareness. Everything seems to want to merge with something greater, to enter into the great marriage that has been promised. We catch…

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