Enchanted Rock
What is it about these places that inspires a sense of awe. No wonder the first peoples named them as sacred.
Dereliction and Reflection.
‘An old skin sheds no longer needed,
a way of good belonging now
outdated, letting go its grip I
find my orbit round a greater force.’
Arriving in Magic – Revised
I have realised that my life in this magical world is about serving not grasping , about apprenticeship not mastery, about owning my own shadow and accepting the gracious loan of my creative faculties. Anything more is inflating and removes me from the extraordinary ordinariness of the green flame in the bud.