Claude Monet - Les Glacons - The Ice Floes
Dark and cold we may be, but this
Is no winter now. The frozen misery
Of centuries breaks, cracks, begins to move;
The thunder is the thunder of the floes,
The thaw, the flood, the upstart Spring.
Thank God our time is now when wrong
Comes up to face us everywhere,
Never to leave us till we take
The longest stride of soul we ever took.
Affairs are now soul size.
The enterprise
Is exploration into God.
Where are you making for? It takes
So many thousand years to wake,
But will you wake for pity's sake!
Christopher Fry
From "A Sleep of Prisoners"
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Alex Noble: If ever there was a year to "wake up," this is it. Though we may feel we have insurmountable challenges, though we may look all around us and see nothing but a vast wasteland, though suddenly we may feel alone in a way we have never quite felt alone before, though dreams we had cherished for years may have fallen through or vanished like phantoms, though friends may betray and enemies slander, though we may feel as though we have lost everything and and have to start all over again...
If ever there was a year to wake up, this is it. This is the year to wake up to our inner child and outer angels. This is the year to discover our oneness with galaxies and star fields. This is our year to open our souls to the Muse. This is the year to dance to the drums of the Great Spirit. This is the year to practice the creative YES! to life, and to all that is good and useful and kind and loving. This is the year to practice the creative NO! when confronted with anything that would suggest we are not the dearly loved children of a caring and powerful God.
So are you ready to start over, if that is needed? Are you ready to revision your life, if that is required of you? Are you ready to leave your old baggage in the dumpster, and walk into the Unknown with only your courage, hope and desire to build a better life for yourself and others?
Write Now! Take notes on what it feels like to wake up, even if you think you are still asleep. Take notes on what you want to wake up to. For it is the spring of your life, and the spring of our planet, and the spring of our galaxy. The Mayans knew this, and left messages for us everywhere. And now is the time of fruition and cosmic opportunity. It is in us, beneath us, above us, around us. The divine Cosmos can no longer be denied as us. We ARE the world, and the stars spinning in their courses too! Write a poem, a story, a song, and sing your song until you believe it in your DNA. GO!
Monet
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