The Orchard ODEs #3 of 12
March 2016 – Sebastopol, CA.
the air is humming with honeybees and the blossoms are falling like snow. My eyes are having a hard time adjusting to all the minute stirrings. The orchard has all the makings of a dream.
That’s how these sessions unfold. We wander through the leaves like sleep-walkers. There are petals in our hair and on our clothes. This is a mysterious process of camouflage and revelation, of standing out and blending in.
I don’t know what I’m doing, or what Amy might be hoping to get out of this. But I trust the process.
It’s spring again and the air is charged with resurrection. Objects come into being and transform. But there is no death. This is but a journey of frequency and waveforms. All is merely a shift in vibration. We change the station, that is all.
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