Golden Light in Them Thar Hills
Our visit to Kathleen Quigley's temple in a forest
Forgotten Language of the Heart
Kathleen Quigley is one of those people who sees visions and then makes them real.
She reminds me of Jeff Bezos in this regard, a comparison which might give her hives. Bezos more than once in his startling career has seen something new—the Kindle, the Alexa voice assistant—and directed his engineers to make it happen.
Kathleen’s latest vision flowed from the golden light of the sun on a stream at Mount Shasta, California. She connected it to plasma, which is a golden color in the body before exposure to oxygen.
One thing led to another, and now she hosts retreats at the A-frame house and round yurt that she created on a steep hillside in Pisgaw Forest, North Carolina.
Darlene, Sophie, and spent Wednesday night at Kathleen’s home. Before dawn, we joined her in the yurt for breath practice and silent meditation. It’s an amazing space for getting centered, a true temple.
As dawn arrived, a circle of light appeared at the top of the yurt, a skylight. Just right.
Darlene and I knocked on 50 doors in a residential area north of Charlotte, Virginia, this morning. Just a few people were home. We left a lot of Kamala Harris’s brochures rolled under door handles.
On the way out of town, we stopped at a church, the United House of Prayer for All People, for a very fine fried chicken lunch with green beans, pinto beans, cole slaw, and pineapple pound cake.
Darlene was still wearing her name tag from our canvassing. The ladies serving the meal called her Miss Darlene. Since I’d taken mine off, they called me Mr. Darlene.
Pebbles is finishing up at a Supercharger here in Orangeburg, South Carolina. Next stop: Charleston.