
My body clock makes me a lark rather than an owl but today I was awake and up much earlier even than usual and found myself at the cusp between dusk and dawn as owls sailed home and red kites and buzzards stretched their wings, the skies bathed in this mysterious light which was the combination of sun and moon, night and day. I have witnessed the transition from day to night or night to day many times but today was different: it was as if time had stood still and the betwixt-and-between period was eternal, and every sound and sight had its own enduring magic. Even the temperature was neither hot nor cold - all was even and constant, measured and timeless, perfect in its peace.
Something came together this morning. There was a fusion and completion as if an important piece of a jigsaw had been put in place and I felt has if the great Plan of God of which you and I are a part had moved closer to realisation. As the lunar halo mingled with the solar rays I saw, in them, the union of the Divine Feminine with the Divine Masculine not just on our beautiful planet but throughout the solar system and far beyond.
There was reassurance and validation in what I saw and felt, as shadow wars are fought in the Middle East and the values of our global society are (rightly) being challenged at every level: it was reminder that our cares and pre-occupations are, essentially, nothing and that nothing matters, for all, indeed, is well.]]>