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Audio: Readings by the author
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Me and My Shadow:
New Year’s Eve 1999, I sat by the fire and considered what the new millennium may hold for humankind. I combined my hands to form the shape of a butterfly, then rotating my wrists I created its mirror image, an eagle, a configuration remembered from childhood when casting shadows on my bedroom wall.
A voice communicated:
‘The Butterfly and the Eagle … this is the lesson.’
I pondered - we can choose the way of the butterfly or the way of the hawk, and that choice is literally in our hands.
New Year’s Eve 1999, I sat by the fire and considered what the new millennium may hold for humankind. I combined my hands to form the shape of a butterfly, then rotating my wrists I created its mirror image, an eagle, a configuration remembered from childhood when casting shadows on my bedroom wall.
A voice communicated:
‘The Butterfly and the Eagle … this is the lesson.’
I pondered - we can choose the way of the butterfly or the way of the hawk, and that choice is literally in our hands.