Suddenly I heard the sound; it was the sacred whispers. The whispers come to me from the land, the sky and the sea, and often they urge me to be still. Above all, the whispers signal change.
Frequently we do not leave the past behind. We clasp on to it. We dissect it, and let fears for the future, tempered by the past, unconsciously prevent us from taking up the task eternal.
~ from EXPLORING CELTIC SPIRITUALITY by Ray Simpson
