All across the world I traveled to places I thought I'd never seen before. All sorts of people I met I thought I never knew before. But I know them all and I've been everywhere. And the journey was because I needed to remember. So I came Home....and Home....and Home. These heartwords come from light years in the life of an elf. What a delight to re-discover the garden and everybody still playing in it.
One Christmas Eve night I was honored to be the carrier of the children's stockings. They were asleep beneath the Pine tree beside the Lake. I took the twinkling green garland all hung with little bells and 2 red hearts, and tip-toed in the dark warm wind, draping it about the branches, that the two red hearts might hang close to their Christmas morning eyes. All through the darkness the faerie bells played, filling the night air with magic. And in the morning there was the Shared Heart. And from that tree the garland spread, weaving and winding around the Earth, meeting entwining, back and forth, until the whole world was a netweave of green.
The whole thing about hearts is that they cannot bear to be alone, nor ever were meant to be. And if you cloak them around for fear of hurt, they hurt like hell. The Shared Heart, in contrast, is like unto a fullness such as you have only dreamed of.
The whole thing about dreams is that they are real, and so all you ever dreamed of in your wildest soaring delight is as real as elves. And I'm proof of them.
So to all you faerie folk who taught me how to smile again I bring my S-elf. And great gratitude that you dared. See you in the forest. Love
This night happened in New Zealand and when I landed in the States I discovered the sense I had had of a weaving . I connected with a couple in Colorado who had 'felt' me coming since that night and I said to them in amazement "Do you realize we are 'planetweaving'. Sometime later I found myself in San Francisco, connecting with a German man who needed a name for his healing space/visionary retail store on Haight Street. After a city-wide contest failed to bring the right name in for this special store, I was prompted to suggest 'PlaNetweavers Treasure Store'. This extraordinary project has grown over 10 years and now has a second location in the Castro. Those of us who were involved in the beginnings are now scattered across the continent and around the globe but we all wove this 'PlaNetweaver' quality into our identities and it has kept us very much alive to each other.
Corrina Cop Rain McFarlane
A Christmas Truce
All Across the World
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