The Becoming

Love is worry and joy together.

Men.” Morena cupped her chin in her hand. “So often a pain in the arse. Too often so bloody sure they know the best of things, so we have to take the time and trouble to show them they don’t.

Where there’s love, there’s worry. Worry walks hand in hand with joy on love’s path,

There’s magick in cooking, Breen, as you put your intent into it, and your work, and your love as well.

... it hasn't changed you. It's revealed you.

will, so mote it be.” With a little

feel like there’s something I need to find or be or have, that I just can’t see yet. Can’t reach yet. And I don’t know what it’s going to mean if I do see it, do reach it.

To believe only possibilities, is not faith, but mere Philosophy. —Sir Thomas Browne

Throughout the span of time, the worlds of Man often believe themselves singular. Those who believe and accept they aren’t alone in the vastness tend to consider themselves superior to those who share the vastness.

You’ll dance with others, as you should, and you’ll enjoy. But I’ll ask you don’t look at any of them as you looked at me. I want that for mine.

Because you can end up taking beautiful things for granted if you get too used to them.

Your gift, your power comes from your heart and your belly as much as your mind. Your belly holds the anger, your heart the compassion. Your mind the will.

Be true to yourself, Marco,’ he said, ‘and anyone who tries to make your truth a lie or shameful isn’t worth a single one of your thoughts.

No, I mean extremists. People who choose to belong to some insane, twisted cult because somehow it makes them feel good, feel superior.

I blurted it out, like a big announcement. ‘I’m gay!’” She laughed a little, stroked Marco’s cheek. “What did he say?” “He said he hoped one day, when I was grown and ready, I’d find a man worthy of me, and not to settle for less. ‘Be true to yourself, Marco,’ he said, ‘and anyone who tries to make your truth a lie or shameful isn’t worth a single one of your thoughts.

As the wheel of time turned, there came those who pushed aside the old gods for the gods of greed, for the lust of dominion over the land and the sea, for the glory of what some deemed progress.

Breen wrapped him in a hug, sighed out happiness. Then murmured in Brian's ear, "Hurt him, and I'll turn you into a pig and roast you for dinner.

IN THE LIGHT LIVE THE BRAVE.

... it hasn't changed you. It's revealed you. - Sally

Does the smell of pumpkin pie piss you off?

I fed a dragon a fruit tart.

Would it be normal if she slipped some rosemary and crystals under Marco’s pillow to ensure he had a peaceful night’s sleep? Her normal, she decided, so she’d see to that.

What the hell do we do now?” she shot at Keegan. “Get out of the fecking rain, to start.