So many mysteries surround the hour that separates one day from another. It is death and new birth simultaneously. The end and the beginning. As it is with everything created. Actually one can see the beauty in it, the spiritual significance. The midnight hour has had songs written about it, and rituals for good and evil were performed at the stroke of it. Billy Preston said he would wait for the midnight hour for his love to come tumbling down :-)
I suppose that's why I associate it with the rare beauty of the mysterious orchid, under a titanium white moon. This Blog is like the Midnight Orchids, as you can be completely anonymous if you like. (Although I suspect many of you have guessed my alter ego's identity). I sure hope you will share be it the very deepest of thought, or shallow comments, humor, observations, and anything you'd like. This Blog is by invite only so please feel free to share with like minded spirits. The more the merrier. Let's enjoy.
Indea
