May the darkness be your light.

Thinking about my dancing friends who are just about to embark on an amazing moving adventure. I thank T. S. for these poignant words. May they provide graceful support. I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing. Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning. The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry, The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony  Of death and birth. T.S Eliot

Wanderland

Wanderland
I am so grateful that I am allowing creativity in many forms into my life. I am humbled and am following intuition. Its fun travelling at the speed of Grace. May you find your own voice too :)