The first breath of anything is a whisper of what it will become. But the moment of birth is pure, and powerful. Something immense and memorable that happens all the time. Like the moment you feel yourself start to laugh, or the breath where you know you can no longer hold back the tears, and its a relief.  If there is something to be said for saying something, then perhaps more would lift their voices to discuss something worth saying. But at least you and I can talk here with one another.

A dream asking questions about a dream within a dream. 

Who is it that would be reading this? Where are we headed from here?

Exploration of the mind body and the super-natural connection between those, and between all of creation. As a scientist and a poet, a healer and a dancer somehow I have gained some stories, and some are still waiting inside of me, like this

one

unfurling like the languid limbs of a fern. 

And oh so primal. Something we can all learn is the sound of our voice. 

It comes from the inside, out ward. It is meant to give thanks, and praise.

And when we choose to participate, in humility and kindness, with the world we are confronted with, we can raise our voices in a shared song. A song for all that is. We write the music with our lives, as we learn from one another, the dance grows more complex. If somehow we could invite everyone to the party, we could all have such a good time. 

But first they have to have clean water, and food, and the proper tools to learn and they must be healthy. So this is our real work; to speak and work a transformation into reality so that all beings are fed and that no one should thirst for the water of Life. By the conscious use of language is there a way to heal the wounds and build a bridge? By the application of enthusiasm into practical group action can we incite something beautiful? Reader, if two or more agree, in the name of Love, it can be done. So come with me and see what there could be ... check back with my blog again~! Peace be with you.