Tuesday, December 22, 2020
Monday, December 21, 2020
Elizabeth Prettejohn - the woman who lived alone in an abandoned Devon village for 47 years
She led an incredible existence in the ruins of the village, living off her chickens and whatever the sea could provide
Winter Solstice (by Wendy Andrew)
Feel Me now as Mother
of Air.
Mine are the limitless
skies and endless stars.
I am bird woman.
I lift your imagination
and carry it on soft,
feathered currents to
otherworlds.
I am bone woman.
I am the stillness
between death and rebirth.
I am the stillness
between breathing out and breathing in.
Rest in that pause.
Feel My presence
I am peace.
Sunday, December 20, 2020
A new book by Brian Clark - coming 2021!
Can't wait for this to be published! Still reeling from the last one 'Soul, Symbol and Imagination'.
From Brian's (astrosynthesis.com.au) monthly newsletter:
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The blessing of the morning light to you, may it find you even in your invisible appearances, may you be seen to have risen from som...
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Joy does not arrive with a fanfare, on a red carpet strewn with the flowers of a perfect life. Joy sneaks in, as you pour a cup of c...
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By denying science, the medical profession is committing some of the worst moral crimes in modern times. It must end . What is a woman? ...


