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March, 2006
I dream that the small gifts, the whispers of spirit which move
through me find a voice and that I, the carrier can learn to trust
the tenor of that expression.
On Tom Kenyons’ Serpentine Grid Meditation
A vision exists within this matrix of being, human, being held within
the context of a role as mother, lover, daughter, friend, teacher,
this energetic awareness of my ancestral selves. The possibilities of
other lives lived does not have to be believed to understand that
what we hold as flesh and blood is an energetic formed eons ago from
star matter and earth matter and spirit. We do not exist solitarily
or solidly. One only has to look beyond the outward context to see
within the eyes of another, the endless possibilities of our
beginnings. To see ourselves, our world, our history reflected back
upon the other as an imagined story that begs to be deconstructed.
The more I see, the less I know, the more I become. This
boundlessness, this context dematerialized, this body loosening its
dream-like grip becoming the earth, the stars, becoming the universe
once again. This imagined self as simply a reflection, a glimpse of
light lighting.
Kate DeChard, March, 2006
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