The feather flew, not because of anything in itself but because the air bore it along. Thus am I, a feather on the breath of God. –Hildegard of Bingen Introduction: Holotropic […][…]
Like a silkworm weaving her house with love from her marrow, And dying in her body’s threads winding tight, round and round, I burn desiring what the heart desires. Cut through, O Lord, my heart’s […][…]