We’re not fighting, we’re learning. When we gain the knowledge that’s been hidden from us for centuries, we begin to see the power of our true selves. There is no fighting, only knowledge of how all systems flow by the … Continue reading
Our festive trimmings to welcome autumn days made their debut when a little someone who adores the extras decided it was time for swathing our nest in seasonal drapings. Talk of such things occurred well before time of harvest for … Continue reading
Sweetest trimmings of the night. Even I would stand on these steps singing for sweets. No one startling or repelling anyone here, Only verdant windowsills, strung with cheerful mini lanterns to admire.
Despite the enthusiasm for Halloween horror or kitsch by my youngest Halloween enthusiast, we kept our surfaces simple and bright. Our sugar pumpkins will most likely stick around for some time until I’m pressured to swarm the nest with Christmas … Continue reading
I see things glow. It’s happening now. Learn from Indian and African peoples…despite the attempts of dehumanization and extermination…never stop singing, dancing, lighting fires and rejoicing around the glow. Resist through delight and nature will never let you down for … Continue reading
Someone left the hatch open in the firmament so I stood waiting for the gumdrops. Everything that is going on now has been carried out…more of us are more consciously aware of it now and see rainbows and gumdrops.
I went to bed at a decent hour for once. Not for long though. I woke, gratefully so, to the thought that I didn’t get the eggs out for the hunt in the morning. Now that I’m up I might … Continue reading
I’ve been listening to my little muse lately. I’ve mentioned before how intuitive children play and communicate and how we should take heed of their cues. I bet if you take note of their ideas and follow through, you’ll find … Continue reading
In my heart, a song. In my step, a lightness. In my depth, a spirit that won’t die. At the brink, prophecies hindered. A force, devoid of love, extinguished. New growth and swift strides during a clamorous winter. Forsaken honeypots … Continue reading
Can you hear the murmur of our unconditionally loving mother on this silent winter’s eve? We will be gifted with a white winter by tomorrow. The previous snow melted completely leaving us with bare and monochrome long lines that stretch … Continue reading
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