Echoes of the Universe - The Book of The House Within - Shade

Where once I wandered aimlessly in the endless wasteland, unseeing, unfeeling, I am surrounded, no – consumed by riches and bounty beyond my wildest dreams.

Nothing, nothing is more comforting than to nestle in the arms of my roots, my being, my tree of life – and bathe in its antiquity, its intimacy, its familiarity – so I may greet the world from all my source, to take it unto me.



Echoes of the Universe - The Book of The House Within - Mushrooms

The smallest things within my consciousness burst forth from time to time with precious gifts where once only emptiness abounded.

I sometimes muse, a pixie sits atop my finger and for a prank, waves his wand. Strange thoughts appear as though from spores, they germinate and blossom, mushrooming into brilliant color to dance to my amusement.

Echoes of the Universe - The Book of the House Within - Touch

From my seat of being, I cannot rest and be whole without striving, ever striving to receive the gifts offered up to me.

To find my center, my seat of being – to be complete within myself I must reach out to all things – to understand – to fold them in to – me.



Echoes of the Universe - The Book of the House Within - Touch

From my seat of being, I cannot rest and be whole without striving, ever striving to receive the gifts offered up to me.

To find my center, my seat of being – to be complete within myself I must reach out to all things – to understand – to fold them in to – me.

Echoes of the Universe - The Book of the Hose Within - Brambles

To stay the course upon the path –that is the goal, the aim for which to strive. And call upon my vast resource to make my footsteps sure.

On this day of solitude I shelter my mind and my essence in the embodiment of the bramble – the wild flower of passion, of pilgrimage, of obsession that strays never from the roadside but passes by in delicacy, and righteously delivers the last blow to the midnight sun. On this day of solitude I shall never feel alone.