

Remembering our Descendants
The day comes when you realize you are not young anymore, at least not in the way you thought you would stay~ though the heart leaps always with the coursing of the eternal spring. The wheel turns~the circle widens and you now occupy a simpler place~ the circle of your importance dissolving, until you see that you are more a field of light than the flaming arrow that once burned a hole through the sky. And in this harvest, we feed the world with our offerings, fully given. An


Remembering our Descendants
The day comes when you realize you are not young anymore, at least not in the way you thought you would stay~ though the heart leaps always with the coursing of the eternal spring. The wheel turns~the circle widens and you now occupy a simpler place~ the circle of your importance dissolving, until you see that you are more a field of light than the flaming arrow that once burned a hole through the sky. And in this harvest, we feed the world with our offerings, fully given. An