Sunday Dance Wave

Invitation: Into the Dreaming Here, under Winter's waxing Cold Moon, The Long Nights invite with a lullaby croon. Archetypal Self stirs and rises with the summons, and Here now, into the Dreaming we come.

Invitation: Into the Dreaming Here, under Winter's waxing Cold Moon, The Long Nights invite with a lullaby croon. Archetypal Self stirs and rises with the summons, and Here now, into the Dreaming we come.

Invitation: The Power of Music I think music, out of all that we can do, at least artistically, is the great indicator that something else is going on, something unexplained, because it allows us to experience genuine moments of transcendence. — Nick Cave In an early version of the myth of Eurydice, she is the wife […]

Invitation: The Power of Music I think music, out of all that we can do, at least artistically, is the great indicator that something else is going on, something unexplained, because it allows us to experience genuine moments of transcendence. — Nick Cave In an early version of the myth of Eurydice, she is the wife […]

Invitation: The Place Between Light and Dark The trapeze swings out and you have to let go. In between can be a hard place, meant to teach you to trust in something more than your own mind. When your hands slip from the bar— do you see the one whose wrists you can grasp flying […]

Invitation: The Place Between Light and Dark The trapeze swings out and you have to let go. In between can be a hard place, meant to teach you to trust in something more than your own mind. When your hands slip from the bar— do you see the one whose wrists you can grasp flying […]