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Once the soul awakens, the search begins and you can never go back. From then on, you are inflamed with a special longing that will never again let you linger in the lowlands of complacency and partial fulfillment. The eternal makes you urgent. You are loath to let compromise or the threat of danger hold you back from striving toward the summit of fulfillment.

 

John O'Donohue, Anam Cara, A book of Celtic wisdom

 

 
This is an advanced follow-up programme that requires a personal ongoing commitment to inner-transformation.
 
Exploring the sacred in our daily lives, our connection to 'What IS' arising from the present moment and how we co-create our lives will be our guideline.
 
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As we enter the path of transformation,
the most valuable thing we have working in our favor is our yearning.
 
Cynthia Bourgeault
 
'Stand still. The forest knows
 Where you are.'

 

"Stand still.

The trees before you and the bushes beside you are not lost.
 

Wherever you are is a place called Here,


And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,


Must ask permission to know it and be known.


 

The forest breathes.

Listen.

It answers,
 

I have made this place around you,


If you leave it you may come back again saying Here.


 

No two trees are the same to Raven.


No two branches the same to Wren.


If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,


You are surely lost.

 

Stand still.

The forest knows


Where you are.

You must let it find you."

 

David Wagoner


 

Poppies on the Wheat

 

 

Along Ancona’s hills the shimmering heat,
A tropic tide of air with ebb and flow
Bathes all the fields of wheat until they glow
Like flashing seas of green, which toss and beat
Around the vines. The poppies lithe and fleet
Seem running, fiery torchmen, to and fro
To mark the shore.
                             
The farmer does not know
That they are there. He walks with heavy feet,
Counting the bread and wine by autumn’s gain,
But I,—I smile to think that days remain
Perhaps to me in which, though bread be sweet
No more, and red wine warm my blood in vain,
I shall be glad remembering how the fleet,
Lithe poppies ran like torchmen with the wheat.
 

Helen Hunt Jackson

 

Heartfelt thanks to Cathy for her beautiful page cover picture!

 

 

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The first thing you discover is

a kind of emptiness,

a silence,

a presence which doesn't seem to have content to it,

like looking up at a limitless sky. 



 

That boundary-less place

inside you

is your own consciousness,

your awareness. 



 

When you relax into it,

you realize that it's also full -

it is everything. 



 

You realize this presence is

what you really are: Love.


 

Arjuna Ardagh

 

 

 

For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.

T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding

 

 

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