you turn the cover of this book, think of it as a window you've
just thrown open wide. A window within the home that is your
own body, mind and spirit.
Imagine the time
to be the midnight hour of Winter Solstice - The Eve of Christmastide.
Unable to sleep because
of all your excitement thinking about the wondrous gifts lying
beneath the holy tree of life - newly brought into your home
from the wild forest outside - you throw open this window
of your dream-time place to catch some sense of the night's
Outside, in the crisp,
cold, cobalt-black sky, thousands of stars twinkle in gay
profusion amidst pale green, red, blue and yellow flashes
of the aurora borealis. Dazzled by their brilliance and mystery,
your thoughts begin to wander as far out into space as they
Suddenly it's as
if you all at once are visited by the spirits of the past,
present, and future - Your past, present and future
- each offering up flashes of your life: as youth; as adult;
an elder; and finally as one standing before the open grave
that somewhere awaits.
Each fleeting image
represents some ultimate truth of life. Some truth's bright,
happy, expectant ones. Others dark, sad and foreboding. All
nevertheless seeking to aid you in either the reclamation
or redemption of some aspect of yourself.
Each, in turn, now
patiently awaits you to gaze - to venture - ever deeper inside
and outside the window's view here.