Forbidden Graces, Book One: Beginnings
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Carol Inc. Bridges. Forbidden Graces, Book One: Beginnings
The Setup
The Tent
The Meeting
Sorrow
Morning
Nearby
Back Then
Kate-Aimee's Morning
Grandmother's Kitchen
The Ideal
The Conversation
The Heart Tent
Union
At the Grave
Entering the Garden
The Temple of Love
By the River
Nature's View
Receiving the Call
The Little People
Saffi's Walk
The Bond
The Shock
The Message
The Kiss
The Keepsake
Back at the Hill
The Class
Tastes
After Breakfast
Flight
The Rest
The Portal
Time
The Road
Arriving
Dream
Regrouping
Primal Walk
Evening Story
Places
Preparations
Seeing
Moving
Communing
The Campus
The Call
The Sale
New Territory
The Journal
The Steps
Years Later
Teachers
The Circle
Death
Intention
The Teaching
Tha's Message
Rain
The Spell of Feeling
Uprooting
Tribal Ways
Grandmother’s Meditation
The Cave-in
Freedom
Stuff
The Work
Serendipity
The Hunger
The Changes
The Invitation
The Sleep
The Dawn
Breakfast
About Joy
Starting the Fire
All the Comforts
Road Thoughts
Winter
Mr. Nickolas
Nimi's Vision
Nimi's Visit
Winter Pages
The First Warm Day
First Bread
Entrance
Mother Rest
Father Rest
Running
Content
Opus
Velocity
The Storm
Mornings After
Unfolding
The Sense of Years
The Monks’ Discussion
Letter from Roan
Boundaries
Soul Entry
Soul Paths
Lifting the Veil: The Plan
The Tent at the End of What Was
The Chosen Place
The Chalice and the Gong
Preliminary Actions
Further Conversations
Chewa's Talk
Kalden's Instructions to Hartford and Nola
Jampa's Instructions to Wren
Chewa's Teaching to All
All of a Sudden
Grandmother's Nap
Home
Encounter
Tent Ritual
At Grandmother's House
The Next Morning
Let the River Flow
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In the end, they began to recognize each other. Long had they wearied under the weight of the mask, each his own making from the broken shards of Paradise. There was Yaro, quite handsome with a lean, limber showing, eyes that wondered and a voice set sure. There was Reuban, wrapped in a dancing whirl, red-haired and bearded, balanced on the edge of ecstasy. Flutes laughed and sang when he touched them.
There was Roan, princely by stature, rosy-cheeked and kind. There was Wren, finely-tuned and purposeful. Each one worthy of kisses and nearly worship. Except, of course, they had come to take on a plague, to taste a poison, and to dissolve it in their heart chalice where it would have to be mixed with an elixir of woman's love.
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And Saffi hugged their child in the way only a mother can, for a long time, and let her sorrow slowly melt into the cauldron of awareness. The child was, indeed, himself, luminous and whole. There was no need in him. No longing in her. They were complete.
She saw him blend into the trees and sky and ground becoming at once part of it all and, yet, his own soul. She was satisfied. Love radiated from all things and she could tell no difference between them save the colors and sounds for every creature equally rested in God’s bliss. Even the tea.
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