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Occasionally I wandered in where I was not wanted and gave truthful answers.
Sometimes I even did it deliberately. A little disruption now can prevent disaster later.

Nature's touch

This is a page from the third version of Technopagan Yearnings. There are some formatting differences. Originally published at www.neowayland.com/C188389413/E20090824170830

…and your Journey

So why do I spend all this time writing about the outdoors?

Even when I am short of sleep and don't do it particularly well?

It goes back to the Journey and the Story.

Someone else tells you the Story.

You experience the Journey.

When I talk about rain in the desert, or an Arizona lightning storm at night, or the windsong through the canyons, or all the millions of shades of green that smash into my eyeballs when I leave my desert, I am telling you about an emotional peak experience.

It's about as peak as you can get and still remain passive.

It's Nature with a capital N, a Divine Aspect that plays your nerves in harmonies and rhythms you could never imagine.

All you have to do is open yourself up and you will feel Her come to life inside of you.

And then you take a step into the unknown… That's when you make it active.

Catch a Smile
Catch a Song
And we'll fly beyond the rainbow
To a land of enchantment
Escape till the Dawn

And though morning will come
And take away the rainbow
You'll still hear the echo of my song


Hmm, that didn't quite do it.

How about this?

There's a light in the forest
When the moonbeams filter down
There's a mirror in the greenwood
When the dew is on the ground
Every branch and every blossom
Every root and every leaf
Drink the tears of the Goddess in the morning.

Well, the sun was her lover
When the twilight came around.
He said, "Lady, I'll protect you
'Til the world stops turning round."
And she danced in his brilliance
While the forest people slept,
And she whispered in his ear the word, "Remember."

And the owls sang her song
And the crickets sang along,
And the people were soothed in their sleep.
Where her feet touched the earth
Midnight orchids sprang from nothing,
And the forest grew thick with her dreams.

That's it.

Bright & Dark Blessings, all.

Posted: Mon - August 24, 2009 at 05:08 PM
Voice From A Dream by Joyce Eiler
New Forest by Gwen Knighton © 2002

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