And there is a place . . .

And there is a place, where we drum and dance and sing a new reality into being. We are “out of time.” (And some feel as if we are running out of time, as in it’s almost too late, hurry, hurry, rush, rush. But, (never start a sentence with And, or But) it is a failure of language, a glaring example of it’s limitations, because what it actually means is that we are in a place outside the realm of time, a place where “time” does not exist, or is perhaps best described as simply irrelevant. And, oddly enough, the more mundane “out of time” meaning is not really “untrue” either.)

We stand at the threshold and realize that we must go through the door together. We must all go through the door together. All means all. We can sense the quickening, the flutter of new life. And the gathering (together) has begun. The gathering has begun . . .(And perhaps this is also known in some circles as “Shift Happens.” ;-))