Come into my lap and sit in the center of your soul. Drink the living waters of memory and give birth to yourself. What you unearth with stun you. You will paint the walls of this cave in thanksgiving. — Meinrad Craighead Copy Share Image
In an old song the Mother sings: 'My sleeping is my dreaming, my dreaming is my thinking, my thinking is my wisdom.' She is the bed we are born in, in which we sleep and dream, where we are healed, love and die. In her wisdom we remember day's broken images and carry them down into dreams where their motions… — Meinrad Craighead Copy Share
To recognize that mystery, we must go down deep into ourselves, into that place where the walls of our being are layered with our… — Meinrad Craighead Copy Share Image
Come into my lap and sit in the center of your soul. Drink the living waters of memory and give birth to yourself. What… — Meinrad Craighead Copy Share Image
I am born connected. I am born remembering rivers flowing from my mother's body into my body. — Meinrad Craighead Copy Share Image
