A common space for harmonic peacemakers
Whenever I come upon a pure talking stone, a bird’s feather, a shell from the surging sea, I take it up, I lift it up, I say the word-sound Hey-ya-tah-ho.
I do not know if this is a word from one of the many languages of the Earth. Surely that is possible, but I do not know. Arising from my soul, honoring relationships, in my…Continue
Added by David Sparenberg on June 14, 2012 at 7:46pm — No Comments
Hey, turn around! If you want to know who I am, look and listen.
I no longer want to hear only what everyone is hearing. I no longer want to see what everyone else only sees. I wan to hear the primal voices, the ancient whispers, the songs and silences, ignored but waiting—sustained by heartdrums in choral…Continue