I do not think seventy years is the time of a man or woman, Nor that seventy millions of years is the time of a man or woman, Nor that years will ever stop the existence of me, or any one else.
Traditionally we are taught, and instinctively we long, to give where it is needed - and immediately. Eternally; woman spills herself away in driblets to the thirsty, seldom being allowed the time, the quiet, the peace, to let the pitcher fill up to the brim
It's live music, primarily, and I think that live music is always going to float above water, and people will always be drawn to it. I think people do get tired of things being packaged for them. I think people do grow tired of being spoon-fed, and if it's not every generation, it's sort of every couple or every half-generation. I feel like people go "I don't want to be told what's cool. I want to go and find out for myself." I mean, sure, we want to hear people be smooth and look cool, but not all the time. You also just want to go get your head blown off by something that will never happen again.
You can call it nostalgia, I don't mind Standing on that windswept hillside Listening to the church bells chime Listen to the church bells chime In that magic time...
Mid-December is thus one of the most positively magical times of the year. Things are possible during December's darkening days that are not even dreamt of at other spokes of the Wheel of the Year. We should use this magic as a vehicle for deepening our awareness of the world around us and preparing our souls for the ongoing pilgrimage of our lives. A seeker of Wisdom in the thrall of Winter's Solstice should consider their celebrations as a spiritual pilgrimage or even a quest, during which, through the disciplined use of the spiritual imagination, he or she may encounter one's own truest self along the way and in communion with Spirit.
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