Nurture Is Like Psychic Wheaties.

Solitude Is Not An Absence Of Energy Or Action, As Some Believe, But Is Rather A Boon Of Wild Provisions Transmitted To Us From The Soul. In Ancient Times, Purposeful Solitude Was Both Palliative And Preventative. It Was Used To Heal Fatigue And To Prevent Weariness. It Was Also Used As An Oracle, As A Way Of Listening To The Inner Self To Solicit Advice And Guidance Otherwise Impossible To Hear In The Din Of Daily Life.

What Is That Which Can Never Die It Is That Faithful Force That Is Born Into Us That One That Is Greater Than Us That Calls New Seed To The Open And Battered And Barren Places So That We Can Be Resown. It Is This Force In Its Insistence In Its Loyalty To Us In Its Love Of Us In Its Most Often Mysterious Ways That Is Far Greater Far More Majestic And Far More Ancient Than Any Heretofore Ever Known.

Though Fairy Tales End After Ten Pages, Our Lives Do Not. We Are Multi-volume Sets. In Our Lives, Even Though One Episode Amounts To A Crash And Burn, There Is Always Another Episode Awaiting Us And Then Another. There Are Always More Opportunities To Get It Right, To Fashion Our Lives In The Ways We Deserve To Have Them. Don't Waste Your Time Hating A Failure. Failure Is A Greater Teacher Than Success.

Some Say That Sudden Knowledge Of Mystical Matters Is Accomplished Only In Complete Quietude, Or That Creator, In One Of God's Many Forms, Appears Only In Orderly Ways That Are Beauteous And Picturesque, Or That The Mystical Appears Only In Completely Silent Ways. All Are True. Except For The 'only' Part.

Long Ago The Word Alone Was Treated As Two Words, All One. To Be All One Meant To Be Wholly One, To Be In Oneness, Either Essentially Or Temporarily. That Is Precisely The Goal Of Solitude, To Be All One.