Posted by Emese Grace Stewart on May 02, 2006 at 11:01:05:
In Reply to: is this from indigo gold? posted by Emese Grace Stewart on May 02, 2006 at 10:49:21:
also, there is something quick about a sound, a smell.
Something quick, deep in the air, not on the surface, but a deep knowledge carried by the very laws of nature held and carried by the air and in the air.
Loud and quiet sounds of disturbance and harmony.
Indigo Gold recovers in the altar of harmony, sacred space, sacred incense of natural flowers, the singing of the birds, and hopefully not the roar of a too close lion.
Enough of the pandering to society, culture, the oddity and discomforts sounded and scented around the city. Back to the sacred alter, home, honing back in with natural grace, homing, true home.
A bird does not lie, a circket heals... slow the sound down enough of the crickets and hear an entire opera of feminine vocal sounds... sped up in the cricket, sounding its truth to bless the fields, bless the earth, the sounds carried by the wind deep into the sweet loving centers of each cell in my body being brought back, no longer such a stranger, welcomed back in.