It is a forgotten pleasure, the pleasure of the unexpected blue-bellied lizard skittering off his sun spot rock, the flicker of an unknown bird by the bus stop.
The gift of the present moment The gift of fresh recognition of the power of intention The gift of befriending our pain and the great mystery it brings us The gift of our solidarity with all our relations The gift of an immensity of time, our true age
You have been telling people that this is the Eleventh Hour, now you must go back and tell the people that this is the Hour. And there are things to be considered…