PathWalker
Lesson 18 - Meditation
"This is the summer country - the land of the spear.
I have let go of all the saddest and lost moments of my life; I cannot change them now, and it has no benefit to dwell on them. They are gone into the flame and smoke.
I keep the bright pictures; the face of the beautiful child, the arms of the mother that I was, the face of the lover I am glad to be. These I weave into a new tapestry, a bright threaded path of how I wish it could all have been - with the promise of future days to walk this new way. Glorious colours and gold and silver threads, something new.
It flies as a flag over the Spear Castle.
I don't know how to carry the spear, or what work it does, but I pledge myself to the task, and the beautiful summer country."
June 2012
"This is the summer country - the land of the spear.
I have let go of all the saddest and lost moments of my life; I cannot change them now, and it has no benefit to dwell on them. They are gone into the flame and smoke.
I keep the bright pictures; the face of the beautiful child, the arms of the mother that I was, the face of the lover I am glad to be. These I weave into a new tapestry, a bright threaded path of how I wish it could all have been - with the promise of future days to walk this new way. Glorious colours and gold and silver threads, something new.
It flies as a flag over the Spear Castle.
I don't know how to carry the spear, or what work it does, but I pledge myself to the task, and the beautiful summer country."
June 2012