What is truth? Is there a universal truth that holds for all things for all time? Or is each person's perception of what the truth is based upon and shaped by the sum of their own unique life experiences? Are there a thousand shades of the One Truth, just as there are a thousand intricate shades of blue in a summer sky?

I see a blade of grass, and in the depths of another thousand shades of color I see life renewed, the breath of the Earth solidified, the Promise of Spring. I see a feather that wafts in a gentle current of warm wind and see the tender breath of the Goddess breathing life into us all. The trickle of chilled mountain water that flows across a rocky stream bed speaks ot me of healing and cleansing and transformation.

Perhaps my vision is what my heart feels and my soul hears. But it is mine, and no matter how hard another may try, or how deeply they may condemn, my soul and heart and Truth will always remain mine.


Bright Blessings,
Niamh Mahal
March 20, 2002