Through the life-sustaining blessing of the Sun, she becomes the young Mother Earth.
With the wondrous rhythm of love moving through them they danced.
Billbo’s Blog 01/06/2019 This week on Billbo’s Blog comes a video from Billbo’s Wondrous Journey. Chakra 4 A young girl looks within and discovers the world within and around her. I created this video, which features Mariko, several years ago for Jon Anderson (YES),. I have loved and been inspired by Jon Anderson’s music since … Continue reading Chakra 4
Deeply Missed Sparkle in sunshine Dew-drop from a leaf Oh fair elfin princess Under what stars do you now dwell Sweet song drifting through the valley Fresh breeze softly through your hair Gentle footsteps now silent What forest do you wander? Our beloved woodland sprite Laughter on the wind Carefree, joyous giggles … Continue reading Deeply Missed
We all have a story. Whether you write it for yourself or allow it to be written for you is a choice we all must make.
Standing on the rim of the Grand Canyon is like standing on the edge of the world and seeing the story of its creation unfold before your eyes.
Though a stranger, I felt your pain
It weighed heavily upon my heart
Both exhausted and exhilarated from the steep climb I sat near the peak of Mount Shasta with my best friend Loren looking out over the world. The snow we had been traversing was frozen over in a sheet of ice, making each step a struggle, stomping our crampons into it to keep from sliding back … Continue reading Beyond the Mountain
Her room was filled with the things from childhood. The little girly things a teenager holds onto as she transitions into becoming a young woman.
The fading sun softly outlined her form with a delicate glow. A solitary tear emerged in the corner of her eye.
Anger is like a hot coal that you throw at the object of your anger. You may or may not hit the object, but you will always get burned.
You simply cannot fully experience the Yamuna River flowing lazily past the Taj Mahal at sunset unless you are standing upon the white marble yourself.
Perhaps the Tuatha de Danann with their god-like powers once roamed these hills and maybe still do.
As his armies feasted on the horror that is war, conquering all that would stand in his way, he began to hear a faint and distant cry within...
... these are the same days in which the stories of the night sky have become lost and untold.