or is it? I have to give the architect here some kudos for the intent of the design of this abode tucked away in the woods is spacious with an intimate feeling, from whatever angle, whatever floors, we see, hear … Continue reading
I spot them everywhere within Red and even out here sky beams delightfully dancing upon her redwood planks whilst dazzling me with their seductive saltation. It just takes a few minutes of gazing to become mesmerized, besotten and immersed deeply … Continue reading
Half a century of memories seems like a blink of an eye, or a stroll down the road like this ole fella recently did (to read about her escapades scroll down twenty squares ago.) I look at this photo and … Continue reading
But now,summer skies and firefliesfluttering in the North NodeNo one is worthier than anyone else in this world,merely reflections of you, divine emanation of you.All equally titled; let’s boon and declareunder the red light of that giving starflowing simultaneously from … Continue reading
If you would like to escape from prison you must realize that you’re in prison, if you think you are free escape is not possible. – G.I. Gurdjieff is infamous for this wakeup call. What an effigy…far-out, isn’t it?
Cleopatra The thing about gaslighting is it works unless you sneak a peek behind the curtain and spot the level of distractions on que to blast out at you when you ask questions or have any critical thought. When I … Continue reading
On the surface it may have seemed like there may have been a lot to handle within myself, a previous je ne sae quoi of I am here and I don’t know why? Such a demeanor emanates bewilderment for all … Continue reading
Same baby girl, same. Supple and flexible—moving through tension with grace, that’s my girl showing the world.
It’s going to take beaucoup amounts of daydreaming, for we are not the ensuing thought. We are the field of awareness watching the thought arise and recede—a pendulum swinging raucously to the tune of anger or sweetly to a lullaby-like … Continue reading
No question whose country it is out yonder. City slickers have a whole lot of words these days. Words create separation. Good thing there aren’t many out this way, only a beating heart to be heard. Nothing else instructing it … Continue reading
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