December 2006

 

 

Greetings of the Season to all our friends of the Yurt  News .
 

    Having just returned from a fortnight plus in Europe, the magic of the season had already begun with ancient traditions being celebrated once again with Christkindlmarkts in every square of Zurich, Leipzig and Berlin. The beauty of Bach's Weihnachtsoratorio in the Berlinerdom,  then the famous St. Thomaskirche where he was director of music, the famous Gewandhaus where Mendelssohn brought the sound of the St. Mathew's Passion to light once more, were all in all, a musical pilgrimage of awesome grandeur and reverence.

 
    Added to that was the five day  dance institute experience in Switzerland with Friedl Kloke.
 

    As the protege of Bernard Wosien who brought Sacred Circle Dancing to the Findhorn Community, she carries on the vision he held for dance as a vehicle for personal expression as well as transformation. You will be seeing a weekend workshop in the new year so that  these beautiful dances may be shared.

 
May the Inner Light that so blesses this season be with you, dear hearts , throughout the coming year.
May peace be in our hearts and so prevail  more and more on our beloved Earthome.
From all of us here at CorUnum,
Louise, Jennifer, Christopher, and Ianine
Stephen, Master of the Web in Shawnigan
 
 
T'was The Night Before Yuletide
C.C. Williford '

T'was the night before Yuletide and all through the glen
Not a creature was stirring, not a fox, not a hen.
A mantle of snow shone brightly that night
As it lay on the ground, reflecting moonlight.

The faeries were nestled all snug in their trees,
Unmindful of flurries and a chilly north breeze.
The elves and the gnomes were down in their burrows,
Sleeping like babes in their soft earthen furrows.

When low! The earth moved with a thunderous quake,
Causing chairs to fall over and dishes to break.
The Little Folk scrambled to get on their feet
Then raced to the river where they usually meet.

"What happened?" they wondered, they questioned, they probed,
As they shivered in night clothes, some bare-armed, some robed.
"What caused the earth's shudder? What caused her to shiver?"
They all spoke at once as they stood by the river.

Then what to their wondering eyes should appear
But a shining gold light in the shape of a sphere.
It blinked and it twinkled, it winked like an eye,
Then it flew straight up and was lost in the sky.

Before they could murmur, before they could bustle,
There emerged from the crowd, with a swish and a rustle,
A stately old crone with her hand on a cane,
Resplendent in green with a flowing white mane.

As she passed by them the old crone's perfume,
Smelling of meadows and flowers abloom,
Made each of the fey folk think of the spring
When the earth wakes from slumber and the birds start to sing.

"My name is Gaia," the old crone proclaimed
In a voice that at once was both wild and tamed,
"I've come to remind you, for you seem to forget,
That Yule is the time of re-birth, and yet . . ."

"I see no hearth fires, hear no music, no bells,
The air isn't filled with fragrant smells
Of baking and roasting, and simmering stews,
Of cider that's mulled or other hot brews."

"There aren't any children at play in the snow,
Or houses lit up by candles' glow.
Have you forgotten, my children, the fun
Of celebrating the rebirth of the sun?"

She looked at the fey folk, her eyes going round,
As they shuffled their feet and stared at the ground.
Then she smiled the smile that brings light to the day,
"Come, my children," she said, "Let's play."

They gathered the mistletoe, gathered the holly,
Threw off the drab and drew on the jolly.
They lit a big bonfire, and they danced and they sang.
They brought out the bells and clapped when they rang.

They strung lights on the trees, and bows, oh so merry,
In colors of cranberry, bayberry, cherry.
They built giant snowmen and adorned them with hats,
Then surrounded them with snow birds, and snow cats and bats.

Then just before dawn, at the end of their fest,
Before they went homeward to seek out their rest,
The fey folk they gathered 'round their favorite oak tree
And welcomed the sun 'neath the tree's finery.

They were just reaching home when suddenly it came,
The gold light returned like an arrow-shot flame.
It lit on the tree top where they could see from afar
The golden-like sphere turned into a star.

The old crone just smiled at the beautiful sight,
"Happy Yuletide, my children,"
And she whispered. "Good night"
 
 
 

The Gift
 
 This day I was given a beautiful gift. But a gift that I cannot share. And I wept with both sadness and joy.
 While reflecting upon unconditional love, I knew that to make you happy, I would gladly give you the world. But that is only a material thing.
 I would, with joy, give my life for your well being. But that is only my physical existence in a moment of time.
 To support your spiritual growth, I would honour your freedom, realizing the perfection that you already are. I would honour your journey.
 And I would be who I Am. I would be unconditional love.
 And as I considered this, I was given the gift. The gift was understanding.
 To be Who I Am, I may have to endure the fires of hell, whatever my hell might be. To purify body, mind and soul. To be the best I can be.
 
 I then appreciated what the Masters have done, in order to flood our world with light.
 I knew why the Angels support us with their love and light.
 Why we are given opportunities, by those who love us, to experience both joy and pain.
 I realized the purpose of each journey, each soul, each flame.
 To experience the Divine in all that is. That all is really One.
 And I knew that only one being could give this beautiful gift.
 The Almighty God that Is.

 I accepted, with true humility, this gift of understanding. The understanding of Who I Am.
 This gift from myself.
 From the Beloved Spirit that I Am.
 I then felt my eyes sparkle and the tears flow again.

Because eyes that smile when the heart is filled with love, can only cry tears of joy.
 
 
 
Oh Divine Parent of Our Being
 
May each treasured Light, those Beautiful Souls that have Graced CorUnum this year,
Feel our appreciation, our gratitude for their Presence in our little world.
 
For they truly are the Lovers that shall gift our Earth Mother and Brother Humanity with their Light.
And as our little world expands to include theirs
Knowing that it is Love embracing Love brings joy to our Hearts.
 
Thy Light is Awareness
May that radiant, shinning Glory bless us All.
May each realize that we are not just the Lovers honouring the Divine within
WE Are the Love.
 
May our World
Be filled and thrilled
with
The Light of Eternal Love.
 
I Am
your
Stephen
 
 
 
 
 

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