Sorority Intiation Blog

Solstice

Finally I went to the Hill Pond, the source of Madonna Eye.

Arrival from the road opposite the church, off the car ... , and I'm a sinistra (come alla Madonna del Fiore) e gli occhi vengono catturati da un'edicola. Non ci vado subito, prima c'è una "teca" con una riproduzione dell'edificio ed altre cose, scatto due foto in fretta e mi dirigo verso l'edicola. C'è una statua in pietra... il cuore batte... è Lei, la Signora di Montovolo dove ho trascorso la Piena del Sagittario con le Sorelle. Sono convinta: è lei anche se non c'era scritto da nessuna parte.

(Signora di Montovolo, ormai sbiancata)

Ero incredula e felice... La Signora chiama e tutto si incastra alla perfezione, by showing that the path is right .

Then home ... to some 'Eye of spring water in a small cup of my altar and I realize that I put in the middle of the Lady of the pin Montovolo ... just the other day, after I had forgotten in portamonete.Perchè I put them? Boh. Inspiration:)

Meanwhile eyes everywhere, everywhere Peacock's Eye. I see only one eye.

S. John Janus and Cardea and approaches will open doors for us.

Dalia Mogahed Biography

think back to the full in Sagittaria.

I think back to the Sisters and Brother Lupone:) I think back to the wind

and I feel him, the sunlight glinting on the leaves.

we have passed through a gate and over a sea of \u200b\u200bgreen, two arms wrapped together like snakes of a caduceus. Vertigo looking up, I was going I was a child, the feeling of watching the sky fall.

Love, warmth, warmth, although the wind was cool.

insects that danced around us, thousands of colors more real, more alive.

perception a bit 'abnormal, the noise from the conference and putting.

Nobody disturbed us, and I wonder if we have seen, apart from the lovely lady who was passing at the end.

A sacred place that wakes up with us. Giving and receiving.

And the cross of the Sister of the Wind is floating in my garden recalling, remembering, remembering ...

that we walked across the threshold but we never left.

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Marguerite Porete

burned at the stake 1 June 1310

What a sweet transformation be changed to what I love more than me. Are so transformed as to have lost the love for my name, I know so little love, is love, which are transformed, because I love nothing more than love.
( from The Mirror of Simple Souls annihilated, Margaret Poret