Spirit Night Ramblings The awakening of the heart begins in this questioning silence. What is the call? And where is it coming from? There is just this awe filled awareness. Where I am going is someplace different now. How am I to live this particular,unique person that I am? What are my gifts, my strengths, my experience and my skills? What ignites my passions and turns my ideas loose to soar? What do I commit? All of me or just the bits and pieces, only parts of me? What do I risk giving up? What do I risk dying for? The answer begins with me, with these inner stirings of the heart that will not let me sleep. I alone am responsible,'not my brother, not my sister, but it's me', Oh Yes! It is me and none other. This question, which I alone can answer, takes 'me' beyond me. The journey is the task, not the outcome. I have become the huntress of the soul and it is all an offering, not for myself but for all who share this awakening of the heart. The place is here. The time is now. This piece of earth upon which I walk. Here I stand! There you stand! Here We stand together! I can only live this moment. The past is a memory. The future is not yet. We find ourselves fighting the river, the collective logic, the cultural illusions, the dogmatic prisons of the spirit that would force us back into the darkness of conformity. What is it that keeps us immobilized with fear? Oh where are the safe harbors? Where are the shelters? Where are the companions of the Spirit? What are the sacrifices I will need to make to retrieve what it is that I have never had? Who and what are the enemies with which we choose to sleep? Those seductive snipers of the spirt that offer false promises of security? But yet I must continue on. The awakening of the heart has begun. I must follow the call that is coming from the night. I cannot avoid the question:What is the destiny of my soul? I will find the passage through the night! ....the wordweaver