☆☽☆´´¯`•.¸¸.☆ Lay back and stretch as you gaze out into the stars that light the background of our nights. The moon conducts the symphony of twinkling lights that dapple the pathway into our minds eye. Let us capture your imagination and produce "aha" moments. ☆☽☆´´¯`•.¸¸.☆Ponder the sites, chew on the words and laugh if the feeling moves you.*¯`•.¸¸.☆ ~☽~
Monday, March 31, 2014
Marianne Williamson
"Our
deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are
powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens
us.' We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and
fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing
small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so
that other people will not feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine,
as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within
us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone and as we let our own light
shine, we unconsciously give others permission to do the same. As we are
liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates
others."
Marianne
Williamson
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~Chinese proverb
If
there is light in the soul there is beauty in the person.
If there is beauty in the person, there will be harmony in
the house. If there is harmony in the house there is
order in the nation. If there is order in the nation
there is peace in the world. ..°°°♡..
If there is beauty in the person, there will be harmony in
the house. If there is harmony in the house there is
order in the nation. If there is order in the nation
there is peace in the world. ..°°°♡..
~Chinese proverb
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I Picked You Red
She draws up into her
arms long stems,
silkened petals,
but it was
the red that
caught her eye.
She tugs at the earth.
The roots let go and give into their destiny.
She gathers them close to her and scampers clumsily
with purpose towards her momma,
visible out of the
corner of her eye.
Look momma... I picked
you red.
but it was
caught her eye.
She tugs at the earth.
The roots let go and give into their destiny.
She gathers them close to her and scampers clumsily
with purpose towards her momma,
corner of her eye.
.
In the Morning Fog
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In the morning fog a cloak is tossed over the common and known. Shapes dance and weave guiding onlookers further down a hidden path . Each step is revealing, comforting as the glimpse of what is familiar rises above the unknown. The thrill of uncertainty, the dance of the fog...not just an ordinary morning.
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
When You Believed in Everything
Belief is less an action word and more a state of mind.
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~ See the Stars
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Courtesy of Alanna Chasin, aka The Dog Buddah |
Amoungst the Greys
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Thursday, March 13, 2014
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
The Night Sky Is Painted Pink
The night sky is painted pink. The light from the highway has made its way between the clouds and cloaks the moon with a mellow glow. It is just cool enough to entice me to linger outside. The air is still but the crickets and cicadas play loudly. The fountain babbles like a background singer to this nocturnal score. The air conditioner rumbles awake from its sleep...disturbing the quiet. My cool cotton sheets are waiting for me, but I linger. ~ymd
Sunday, March 9, 2014
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