tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50499142827704664302024-03-04T20:03:14.266-08:00All True Butterflies are FreeJennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279114842441889758noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049914282770466430.post-1581732308374361062009-10-03T13:36:00.000-07:002009-10-03T13:52:44.802-07:00Renunion of Fae Souls Celebration<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbiwJv407RKzgwu3fvbeh0Tj9ewAF2ZxuVJT_hZu_lTQ7aZ7KtKm4Lt_dST9hPVklzsN0Zfm53GCBrfYMBg82MUK_ULlA6-iV3L1u3l3pIE3rgd6zsM6Rp5S_vfvbLNZdcJdxMKrt-Xmo/s1600-h/fantasy-fiction02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbiwJv407RKzgwu3fvbeh0Tj9ewAF2ZxuVJT_hZu_lTQ7aZ7KtKm4Lt_dST9hPVklzsN0Zfm53GCBrfYMBg82MUK_ULlA6-iV3L1u3l3pIE3rgd6zsM6Rp5S_vfvbLNZdcJdxMKrt-Xmo/s400/fantasy-fiction02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388477005807166066" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">It is joyful, it is freedom, we fly high above our secret castle in the sky that is above even the earth bounds ~<br /><br />How lucky we are ~ we have called for a meeting of all the Fae Souls in joyful gathering to put forth our plans ~</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Treats will be served and much festivity will take place amongst lotus and rose petals that took flight as well ~ come come join us !</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Listen to the gentle sounds</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">caress your Souls ~</span><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RIUhh9c0eMM&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RIUhh9c0eMM&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279114842441889758noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049914282770466430.post-50459684780103381302009-10-02T11:33:00.000-07:002009-10-03T13:36:37.944-07:00Healing Harmonies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQQ6WKYphbT63KZospsTsZ0LpcYYiCwo5RrF_k3KDHGgbCPPBmZSZubXuJvedsLebGwrbbQ0uSLd_LlYhnLm6zuViZ8ybK6R8RMNYiXBzSP_CocXSMWWy4b2Bv5_vujXrOt5kbgkeIuus/s1600-h/Magicalfairy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQQ6WKYphbT63KZospsTsZ0LpcYYiCwo5RrF_k3KDHGgbCPPBmZSZubXuJvedsLebGwrbbQ0uSLd_LlYhnLm6zuViZ8ybK6R8RMNYiXBzSP_CocXSMWWy4b2Bv5_vujXrOt5kbgkeIuus/s400/Magicalfairy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388076449804031458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">And we Thank the Great Spirits that our gentle but strong properties are once again restored.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">This is a gentle chant that we use ~ notice the healing waters that are intented with great love.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Song: Peyote Healing by Robbie Robertson<br /><br />Lyrics:<br />Wani wachiyelo Ate omakiyayo (Father help me I want to live)<br />Wani wachiyelo Ate omakiyayo (Father help me I want to live)<br />Wani wachiyelo Ate omakiyayo (Father help me I want to live)<br /><br />Atay nimichikun (Father you have done this)<br />Oshiya chichiyelo (Humbly have pity on me)<br /><br />Wani wachiyelo Atay omakiyayo (Father help me I want to live)<br />Wani wachiyelo Atay omakiyayo (Father help me I want to live)<br />Wani wachiyelo Atay (Father I want to live)</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6z-eyG8xVhk<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6WEBLOWs3Kg&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6WEBLOWs3Kg&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /></span>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279114842441889758noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049914282770466430.post-56831862661583359832009-09-29T19:00:00.000-07:002009-09-30T19:03:10.432-07:00The Chrysalis Experience<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ5LpdzFraoGgKNV0KOG7yg6uAiUtGVyFnoDCo3oQhFGcQVutQy_KBKBHykY7Krr78-Zpiby79UEavijK3mvt4ufSqcUPWpNUOr_0-SKEr1wIcD9ep8aAKRCCiSZdNr-G6qEZQks1awDg/s1600-h/16cc62e0894eb5cd.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ5LpdzFraoGgKNV0KOG7yg6uAiUtGVyFnoDCo3oQhFGcQVutQy_KBKBHykY7Krr78-Zpiby79UEavijK3mvt4ufSqcUPWpNUOr_0-SKEr1wIcD9ep8aAKRCCiSZdNr-G6qEZQks1awDg/s400/16cc62e0894eb5cd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387075310257325794" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />So as you may see although us butterflies look the ultimate of perfection and beauty which of course we are: we had to earn this and very often in a very hard way.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Whether we are bound to Fae or Fae bound to us the lessons are just the same but those human kind, well, they often overlook the fact that the simplest of things have a great deal of work beneath the surface.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">It all depends on how the humankind see or for the most part do not.<br />They just seem to take so much for granted.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I Was Born To Be Victorious</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> By Clyde E. Gumbs</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I was born to be victorious</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">That is the birthright offered me</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">But when deep in life’s illusions</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">That is not what I could see</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I was born for wondrous purpose</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Inspiring to both great and small</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">But I lacked crucial awareness</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">To see what now is clear to all</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">For so long it seemed so hopeless</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">No matter what I’d do or say</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I was a soul lost in the wilderness</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Without hope I’d ever find my way</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">In the depths of deep confusion</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Acting out insanity</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">At odds with all I’d ever dreamt of</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">At odds with my own destiny</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I was a fraud and an impostor</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">That is what I had thought of me</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">So undeserving and unworthy</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Is all I thought that I could be</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I didn’t strain and sweat and struggle</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">As the worthy always do I said</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Therefore my gifts and genius had no value</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">At least not to me within my head</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">So much failure and disappointment</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Scattered all across my path</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Shame, guilt, despair and resignation</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">All of life’s humiliating wrath</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">But I could never truly be defeated</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">The Angels always stood with me</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">No matter how far I’d ever fallen</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">After every time you’d still see me</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I was born to be victorious</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">That is what I was born to be</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">After I surrendered all the pretense</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">A vision was all that I could see</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">A world of only those inspired</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Inspiring others constantly</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Passionately living lives of purpose</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Each fulfilling their own destiny</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">An instrumentality of purpose</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">That is what I was born to be</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">A demonstration of the vision</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">That is what is really me</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I am exultant and inspired</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">To be what I was born to be</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I was born to be victorious</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I was born merely to be me</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">The Miraculous Fulfillment of Potential</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">(http://inspireddestiny.com/iwasborntobevictorious.html</span>)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Our poems promote inquiry, illumination, acknowledgment, awareness and transformation as an access to inspiration, excellence and fulfillment.</span><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JbCEQHfDvWk&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JbCEQHfDvWk&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><table style="width: 8px; height: 5px;" printlinktext="Show a print version" printoption="noPrint" tlxclass="table_template" class="table_d2e23 usertable area_b_table" border="0" bordercolor="#ffff99" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td class="user area_b"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table></p>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279114842441889758noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049914282770466430.post-79921593286985744442009-09-26T11:37:00.000-07:002009-09-26T12:15:18.366-07:00Dust in the Wind<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_LosIP-73tJ2D5hWT71QFOiqOinJPqHuSafU83b9q7s3RSWo-Ju00Ly6PsVlVe1TvcT5NVKCJKV8hU6urWaTekoc4AeFbjq8cyW11hZ1oeTqFLJvgcRHc5DLic0pU82RiDM1fdQFutI0/s1600-h/tattoo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_LosIP-73tJ2D5hWT71QFOiqOinJPqHuSafU83b9q7s3RSWo-Ju00Ly6PsVlVe1TvcT5NVKCJKV8hU6urWaTekoc4AeFbjq8cyW11hZ1oeTqFLJvgcRHc5DLic0pU82RiDM1fdQFutI0/s400/tattoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385851985624074114" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><br />Sometimes, us Fae.........well when we get a little<br />earth bound or man made bound or spend too much time in what humans call a civilized world.<br /><br />And....well we loose some of our special inherent qualities like our wings might fail to thrive.......a sure sign something is wrong.<br /><br />Humans get all sorts of funny things they go and make a fuss about but our kind well if you knew us you would know.<br /><br />We start to take on other forms, animals might like to creep into skin and take on a life of their own, our flaxen hair might even start to look like a beautiful red fox's coat.<br /><br />Its a funny experience to experience and not bad once in a while because it reminds us of who we truly are and where we come from and where we must go back to.<br /><br />So in this going back process ~ another tansformation ~ we have to silently sip nectar from honeysuckle and just await our fragile wing growth before we can take flight again.<br /><br />While we do this we dwell a little on our lessons learned.<br />Humans call it a Karmic thing.<br /><br />We have a lovely song to the dist in the wind brings us to soothe us while we wait.<br />I have even heard some human ears have heard this angelic voice too.<br /><br />If you come across it in your dreams or travels be sure to take note that something is about to happen in your life ~ for the wind is a messenger of all kinds ~<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I close my eyes<br />only for a moment<br />and the moment's gone<br />all my dreams<br />pass before my eyes a curiosity<br />dust in the wind<br />all we are is dust in the wind<br /><br />Same old song<br />just a drop of water<br />in the endless sea<br />all we do<br />crumbles to the ground<br />though we refuse to see<br />dust in the wind<br />all we are is dust in the wind<br /><br />Now, don't hang on<br />nothing last forever<br />but the earth and sky<br />it slips away<br /><br />And all your money<br />won't another minute buy<br /><br />Dust in the wind<br />all we are is dust in the wind<br />dust in the wind<br />everything is dust in the wind<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dXr4LIFTudU&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dXr4LIFTudU&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279114842441889758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049914282770466430.post-73262454010080891772009-09-15T08:36:00.000-07:002009-09-15T08:46:21.396-07:00Woods and Snow<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW09Ulzko9AGwPKJpmsmEjcHC1EVDiUBPjHUi4utmZxzvj-Z1uALVLW1hXq52ZVB8xFirfZTtW7CA8Urau0RMGVyJTeuittbaVdCC9qnLyXOwqad2WZMJLTOK3R0D-7aWzIhXuMtyo0BE/s1600-h/chanceencounter5qo1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW09Ulzko9AGwPKJpmsmEjcHC1EVDiUBPjHUi4utmZxzvj-Z1uALVLW1hXq52ZVB8xFirfZTtW7CA8Urau0RMGVyJTeuittbaVdCC9qnLyXOwqad2WZMJLTOK3R0D-7aWzIhXuMtyo0BE/s400/chanceencounter5qo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381718660622514962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Whose woods these are I think I know.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">His house is in the village though;</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">He will not see me stopping here</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">To watch his woods fill up with snow.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">My little horse must think it queer</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">To stop without a farmhouse near</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Between the woods and frozen lake</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">The darkest evening of the year.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">He gives his harness bells a shake</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">To ask if there is some mistake.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">The only other sound's the sweep</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Of easy wind and downy flake.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">The woods are lovely, dark and deep.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">But I have promises to keep,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">And miles to go before I sleep,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">And miles to go before I sleep.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost</span><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ElfkUk_bRY4&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ElfkUk_bRY4&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279114842441889758noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049914282770466430.post-18042709798041988522009-09-14T16:54:00.000-07:002009-09-14T17:02:07.821-07:00Karmic Footprints<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP-CvNErDkrOFtrY1qja_QHb2cY1EQsnvOFQOI568s1IE35hq14VNY-sNFnTobnH9n6G2HcB7ETRPKLjBRdZX65GHhtviABbcyiTnF738DWO21T3mPz_ybtCOGmY_XaReIM4iC3tVWoGQ/s1600-h/pink_girl_with_the_blues.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP-CvNErDkrOFtrY1qja_QHb2cY1EQsnvOFQOI568s1IE35hq14VNY-sNFnTobnH9n6G2HcB7ETRPKLjBRdZX65GHhtviABbcyiTnF738DWO21T3mPz_ybtCOGmY_XaReIM4iC3tVWoGQ/s400/pink_girl_with_the_blues.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381476021107669282" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Treat the earth well:<br />It was not given to you by your parents; it was loaned to you by your children.<br />We do not inherit the Earth from our Ancestors; we borrow it from our Children.<br />Native American Wisdom</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> ~</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> taken from youtube.<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_V6dO4b9NxQ&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_V6dO4b9NxQ&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /></span>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279114842441889758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049914282770466430.post-3325125535159188432009-09-14T05:56:00.001-07:002009-09-14T17:03:36.821-07:00Transformation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxqzTJdzeRgCZzd7CYc6eL4c6ZfLdfijvj_g0ARoKXJjukySytzsiwbVGpA58rs1WHG89-wVdqIBPS7x4aW1e2Vx9SFAKIxDsSHaskpQH9RJGINb7kfdvq7H08MBjk-QxAcZc9-5ksfLE/s1600-h/FairyBlue169.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxqzTJdzeRgCZzd7CYc6eL4c6ZfLdfijvj_g0ARoKXJjukySytzsiwbVGpA58rs1WHG89-wVdqIBPS7x4aW1e2Vx9SFAKIxDsSHaskpQH9RJGINb7kfdvq7H08MBjk-QxAcZc9-5ksfLE/s400/FairyBlue169.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381385071234693394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br /><br />And so it was the beautiful soul whose life was trapped by a mirror became renewed;<br /><br />She was no longer held prisoner to it or four walls but could fly over the land she loved and longed to be part of ~<br /><br />Free, in fresh air and unhurt.<br /><br />All her sadness slipped away during her transition as she was granted a new winged life of love and freedom she had never experienced before.<br /><br />And perhaps so it is with us; As there is death in life so there is life is death.<br /><br />No endings only renewed beginnings ~<br /><br /></span></span>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279114842441889758noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049914282770466430.post-31072393369337472492009-09-13T15:52:00.000-07:002009-09-13T16:34:25.147-07:00The Lady of Shalott<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAKBUcnHhmPkbl7LfZmuHB6PWeoPuoP-_WmtTxFuxuVSIA447aU0tYhhqYiWNWCh3RWbyRWLnAsnIN4mlnkBmuJkt9RIh-u5qyJRwmW0ojqDJW0nVZgu1rEQ9StF0hoIRQEiFlj2e50F0/s1600-h/TheLadyOfShalott.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAKBUcnHhmPkbl7LfZmuHB6PWeoPuoP-_WmtTxFuxuVSIA447aU0tYhhqYiWNWCh3RWbyRWLnAsnIN4mlnkBmuJkt9RIh-u5qyJRwmW0ojqDJW0nVZgu1rEQ9StF0hoIRQEiFlj2e50F0/s400/TheLadyOfShalott.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381091344753249746" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MU_Tn-HxULM&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MU_Tn-HxULM&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><p><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Some Butterflies unknown to the outside world seem destined to a different end to find their peace.</span></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">The Lady of Shalott.</span></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">On either side the river lie </span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Long fields of barley and of rye, </span></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">That clothe the wold and meet the sky; </span></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">And thro' the field the road runs by </span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> To many-tower'd Camelot; </span></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">And up and down the people go, </span></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Gazing where the lilies blow </span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Round an island there below, </span></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">The island of Shalott. </span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Willows whiten, aspens quiver,<br />Little breezes dusk and shiver<br />Through the wave that runs for ever<br />By the island in the river<br />Flowing down to Camelot.<br />Four grey walls, and four grey towers,<br />Overlook a space of flowers,<br />And the silent isle imbowers<br />The Lady of Shalott. </p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">By the margin, willow veil'd,<br />Slide the heavy barges trail'd<br />By slow horses; and unhail'd<br />The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd<br />Skimming down to Camelot:<br />But who hath seen her wave her hand?<br />Or at the casement seen her stand?<br />Or is she known in all the land,<br />The Lady of Shalott? </p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Only reapers, reaping early,<br />In among the bearded barley<br />Hear a song that echoes cheerly<br />From the river winding clearly;<br />Down to tower'd Camelot;<br />And by the moon the reaper weary,<br />Piling sheaves in uplands airy,<br />Listening, whispers, " 'Tis the fairy<br />Lady of Shalott." </p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> There she weaves by night and day<br />A magic web with colours gay.<br />She has heard a whisper say,<br />A curse is on her if she stay<br />To look down to Camelot.<br />She knows not what the curse may be,<br />And so she weaveth steadily,<br />And little other care hath she,<br />The Lady of Shalott. </p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> And moving through a mirror clear<br />That hangs before her all the year,<br />Shadows of the world appear.<br />There she sees the highway near<br />Winding down to Camelot;<br />There the river eddy whirls,<br />And there the surly village churls,<br />And the red cloaks of market girls<br />Pass onward from Shalott. </p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,<br />An abbot on an ambling pad,<br />Sometimes a curly shepherd lad,<br />Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad<br />Goes by to tower'd Camelot;<br />And sometimes through the mirror blue<br />The knights come riding two and two.<br />She hath no loyal Knight and true,<br />The Lady of Shalott. </p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> But in her web she still delights<br />To weave the mirror's magic sights,<br />For often through the silent nights<br />A funeral, with plumes and lights<br />And music, went to Camelot;<br />Or when the Moon was overhead,<br />Came two young lovers lately wed.<br />"I am half sick of shadows," said<br />The Lady of Shalott. </p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,<br />He rode between the barley sheaves,<br />The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,<br />And flamed upon the brazen greaves<br />Of bold Sir Lancelot.<br />A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd<br />To a lady in his shield,<br />That sparkled on the yellow field,<br />Beside remote Shalott. </p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,<br />Like to some branch of stars we see<br />Hung in the golden Galaxy.<br />The bridle bells rang merrily<br />As he rode down to Camelot:<br />And from his blazon'd baldric slung<br />A mighty silver bugle hung,<br />And as he rode his armor rung<br />Beside remote Shalott. </p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> All in the blue unclouded weather<br />Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,<br />The helmet and the helmet-feather<br />Burn'd like one burning flame together,<br />As he rode down to Camelot.<br />As often thro' the purple night,<br />Below the starry clusters bright,<br />Some bearded meteor, burning bright,<br />Moves over still Shalott. </p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;<br />On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;<br />From underneath his helmet flow'd<br />His coal-black curls as on he rode,<br />As he rode down to Camelot.<br />From the bank and from the river<br />He flashed into the crystal mirror,<br />"Tirra lirra," by the river<br />Sang Sir Lancelot. </p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> She left the web, she left the loom,<br />She made three paces through the room,<br />She saw the water-lily bloom,<br />She saw the helmet and the plume,<br />She look'd down to Camelot.<br />Out flew the web and floated wide;<br />The mirror crack'd from side to side;<br />"The curse is come upon me," cried<br />The Lady of Shalott. </p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> In the stormy east-wind straining,<br />The pale yellow woods were waning,<br />The broad stream in his banks complaining.<br />Heavily the low sky raining<br />Over tower'd Camelot;<br />Down she came and found a boat<br />Beneath a willow left afloat,<br />And around about the prow she wrote<br />The Lady of Shalott. </p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> And down the river's dim expanse<br />Like some bold seer in a trance,<br />Seeing all his own mischance --<br />With a glassy countenance<br />Did she look to Camelot.<br />And at the closing of the day<br />She loosed the chain, and down she lay;<br />The broad stream bore her far away,<br />The Lady of Shalott. </p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Lying, robed in snowy white<br />That loosely flew to left and right --<br />The leaves upon her falling light --<br />Thro' the noises of the night,<br />She floated down to Camelot:<br />And as the boat-head wound along<br />The willowy hills and fields among,<br />They heard her singing her last song,<br />The Lady of Shalott. </p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Heard a carol, mournful, holy,<br />Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,<br />Till her blood was frozen slowly,<br />And her eyes were darkened wholly,<br />Turn'd to tower'd Camelot.<br />For ere she reach'd upon the tide<br />The first house by the water-side,<br />Singing in her song she died,<br />The Lady of Shalott. </p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Under tower and balcony,<br />By garden-wall and gallery,<br />A gleaming shape she floated by,<br />Dead-pale between the houses high,<br />Silent into Camelot.<br />Out upon the wharfs they came,<br />Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame,<br />And around the prow they read her name,<br />The Lady of Shalott. </p><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Who is this? And what is here? </span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> <br />And in the lighted palace near </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">died the sound of royal cheer;<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">And they crossed themselves for fear, </span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> All the Knights at Camelot; </span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> <br />But Lancelot mused a little space </span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> He said,<br />"She has a lovely face; </span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> <br />God in his mercy lend her grace, </span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> <br />The Lady of Shalott."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">by Alfred Lord Tennyson</span><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Fw5xcDey2U&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Fw5xcDey2U&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279114842441889758noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049914282770466430.post-25061260171236735772009-09-10T11:33:00.000-07:002009-09-10T11:37:41.247-07:00The Real Meaning of Ancient Blessings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhnu4Cby-x-GJENWqmH-edrzezpbNy-zaW02kFtdCYosrqFyCTt9IMT7r-9psgyqwY9aviUgsPVxQNB7A1E5E-o3q6UdwRRVYDv587_clnc6ZXYeGDmSD-LakBBzZ2tFm2Y_jZh6PpSeA/s1600-h/lotusinpink_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhnu4Cby-x-GJENWqmH-edrzezpbNy-zaW02kFtdCYosrqFyCTt9IMT7r-9psgyqwY9aviUgsPVxQNB7A1E5E-o3q6UdwRRVYDv587_clnc6ZXYeGDmSD-LakBBzZ2tFm2Y_jZh6PpSeA/s400/lotusinpink_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379908894075736642" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YcgNJ7cgDVs&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YcgNJ7cgDVs&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279114842441889758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049914282770466430.post-50010740753303901022009-09-08T17:45:00.000-07:002009-09-08T17:59:25.303-07:00Going Zen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVSGpKnbt21aB3LPBoRvSoSF64Wf6EsnIeHAGfC7Y6vUR7qg8NnTjoRrSPMIbafBE0KiaTj7HDAy0li_RKWF8xwr3bIX7dC3etgYT_zQBqbEsWc7aXxQbd93of9GTR3gQ4Y2kQHcJt66I/s1600-h/917a63fa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVSGpKnbt21aB3LPBoRvSoSF64Wf6EsnIeHAGfC7Y6vUR7qg8NnTjoRrSPMIbafBE0KiaTj7HDAy0li_RKWF8xwr3bIX7dC3etgYT_zQBqbEsWc7aXxQbd93of9GTR3gQ4Y2kQHcJt66I/s400/917a63fa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379262643689734930" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />These videos encompass a great deal of what Zen means to me in a brief</span></span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">but very lovely summary of music, words and images.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XK_4Z5DZcNM&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XK_4Z5DZcNM&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uy1TdKG_eE0&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uy1TdKG_eE0&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /></span>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279114842441889758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049914282770466430.post-87889562867783538392009-09-08T15:42:00.000-07:002009-09-08T15:46:21.799-07:00Rumi<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtUVpJ8lKFknePdcaU98xheP5Rjk5R3lWII0W_nRGYCJeReKfB2dkfHeSb-jMiJv-eK0ZLss1dJ7y2NGRLkj9wUlekGuabgZo1zzXCgmIWUrc2bwr-bGrpcMxMZheVLEys4DJFVQfK0QE/s1600-h/rumi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtUVpJ8lKFknePdcaU98xheP5Rjk5R3lWII0W_nRGYCJeReKfB2dkfHeSb-jMiJv-eK0ZLss1dJ7y2NGRLkj9wUlekGuabgZo1zzXCgmIWUrc2bwr-bGrpcMxMZheVLEys4DJFVQfK0QE/s400/rumi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379230791848371858" border="0" /></a>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279114842441889758noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049914282770466430.post-82350915343294749852009-09-07T07:52:00.000-07:002009-09-07T08:19:33.889-07:00Rumi : Sufi Poem<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QqVBGv2hpQ4&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QqVBGv2hpQ4&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Rumi's poems elegantly and consistently touch our inner being and inspire us to go beyond our limitations towards the Divine.<br /><br />The music:<br />The credits do appear at the end of this video, but it is by the composer, Eleni Karaindrou, and is the theme music called "Eternity and a Day" from the movie, Aggelopoulos.<br /><br />A note on the music:<br />This entire video was constructed in silence-only the poem and the images were put together without my knowing what music would be the right one.<br /><br />The music is so important to the interpretation of these poems.<br />Rather than reading them, the music is my voice.<br />When I 'laid' this beautiful piece of music over the video it fit perfectly.<br />Few edits were made to accommodate the images to fit the music.<br />They seem to be made for each other.<br /><br />Note for those who overlook the message and want to 'claim' Rumi as their own (country, nationality, language) they've missed the point completely and these comments will be deleted. ( from youtube )<br /><br /><br /></span>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279114842441889758noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049914282770466430.post-16771943606473391982009-09-07T07:25:00.000-07:002009-09-07T07:51:21.750-07:00Lost and Found are all Returned<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlLRLFrTyvnVj4Q9MiFxUhrHvz3e_dZZhnqyw0ysiqzJszW8jmRpQuqEje9CBdnqEqlX_xG2NKgGFEecTA-SCCnb-SM1zGdHkBrFI8Iin9GF73MnsxJ7AruYPUqECLbQl826t7yyPFrRo/s1600-h/butterFLIES_by_wildheartfreesoul-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlLRLFrTyvnVj4Q9MiFxUhrHvz3e_dZZhnqyw0ysiqzJszW8jmRpQuqEje9CBdnqEqlX_xG2NKgGFEecTA-SCCnb-SM1zGdHkBrFI8Iin9GF73MnsxJ7AruYPUqECLbQl826t7yyPFrRo/s400/butterFLIES_by_wildheartfreesoul-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378738131132668914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Sophia’s Lost and Found</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">In Sophia’s lost and found: </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">treasures</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">some underwater,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">some underfoot,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">some afloat in midair.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">For Sophia, nothing is lost.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Gifts return and return and never lost return</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">again and again as</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">ores, minerals, seeds, bones.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Gold washed down to the sea, silver and copper</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">lost and found again there.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">These bones that carry me</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">shall return as minerals to Earth and water.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">These rare blue clays,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">these grasses and moonflowers, fishes and</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">animals with knowing eyes,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">made of potsherds flow</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">from Sophia’s lost and found.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Taken from poems from Above and Below<br /><br /><br /></span>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279114842441889758noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049914282770466430.post-70377379252096761522009-09-07T06:18:00.000-07:002009-09-07T06:32:17.354-07:00A World of Butterflys Formations<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIdRbltNQiU1G_eIi3HWJL92jT2EJv8eY28ANEBp3i2D7V7_X15OmpmWai1JeS3w6MWOmlTP7PaxhIQqGlGUhFLG7DwIrcxPEGEh2Xk3v0zBKxv-83mJnXyq6JXHy0jnrKSutJM9RFyA8/s1600-h/1507218wnjwxnbyg5.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIdRbltNQiU1G_eIi3HWJL92jT2EJv8eY28ANEBp3i2D7V7_X15OmpmWai1JeS3w6MWOmlTP7PaxhIQqGlGUhFLG7DwIrcxPEGEh2Xk3v0zBKxv-83mJnXyq6JXHy0jnrKSutJM9RFyA8/s400/1507218wnjwxnbyg5.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378717694271151730" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mp8oOHzTPE8&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mp8oOHzTPE8&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279114842441889758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049914282770466430.post-60846981893151917642009-09-06T18:10:00.000-07:002009-09-06T18:12:59.292-07:00No matter how Dark One can Always find Light<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsjnRstaBrifO-LE4ti2L4HuZ-HfcBD3XEI7HG3rLLbpu4ced_G-SIJ-wgu9mbaDByLgGFVU1Gv2_ffowfYdHbtzCnOZq4RHdFZ8sC93LUYxMYXfRRpGVh_uCyO9xPdq7aqHYB4VW7I7w/s1600-h/Light_the_Way_by_lucias_tears-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsjnRstaBrifO-LE4ti2L4HuZ-HfcBD3XEI7HG3rLLbpu4ced_G-SIJ-wgu9mbaDByLgGFVU1Gv2_ffowfYdHbtzCnOZq4RHdFZ8sC93LUYxMYXfRRpGVh_uCyO9xPdq7aqHYB4VW7I7w/s400/Light_the_Way_by_lucias_tears-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378526843301918562" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FDIpH98C1BM&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FDIpH98C1BM&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279114842441889758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049914282770466430.post-16589054408266655872009-09-06T17:59:00.000-07:002009-09-06T18:02:33.536-07:00The Magic of Re-Birth Wisdom of the Eagles<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">"All is flux; nothing stays still."<br /><br />The Legend of the Eagle may be a myth, but it is one that gives insight.<br /><br />Many times in our own lives, we also have to face hard decisions that lead us to the need of a rebirth process.<br /><br />To embrace challenges and changes is never an easy assignment.<br /><br />Sometimes we have to learn how to detach ourselves of traditions, concepts, addictions and old costumes.<br /><br />Even old memories can hold us from flying higher in our lives.<br /><br />The tales regarding Eagles and Humans are very similar; both have tough choices to make during their lifetimes.<br /><br />Those decisions will determine the height and the magnitude of their flight and existence.<br /><br />The transition from one state to another is rarely effortless.<br />Sometimes, it is very painful.<br /><br />But without this change, we would not grow and become who we are meant to be.<br />Freedom is a conquered state of mind.<br /><br />Humanity Healing©2008<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6S-EX8QJZ0k&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6S-EX8QJZ0k&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /></span>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279114842441889758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049914282770466430.post-52387717170164582382009-09-06T17:53:00.000-07:002009-09-06T17:54:41.539-07:00How do you tell the Light from the Darkness ?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7th-5UUlJPPJExCflEma74DO8VxjmMLrJNKkEhoqLOOFwvCwhyOCog5OZBWWfg1n7TeAmSi84c6WDvTvII70Al9C_FcnKkMd6yRRm9zF1ckvk0zxByar0AKLhyIuY7Fb696AN20k_li0/s1600-h/130338ijhg28flk2-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7th-5UUlJPPJExCflEma74DO8VxjmMLrJNKkEhoqLOOFwvCwhyOCog5OZBWWfg1n7TeAmSi84c6WDvTvII70Al9C_FcnKkMd6yRRm9zF1ckvk0zxByar0AKLhyIuY7Fb696AN20k_li0/s400/130338ijhg28flk2-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378522571866438578" border="0" /></a>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279114842441889758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049914282770466430.post-88714587048809556652009-09-06T17:41:00.000-07:002009-09-06T18:14:19.466-07:00In Time We Will All learn this Lesson<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GKykX6CoC40&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GKykX6CoC40&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279114842441889758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049914282770466430.post-72236458477650245452009-09-06T17:31:00.000-07:002009-09-06T17:33:46.103-07:00On Art and Life<span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />I would love to have a talk with each of you,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">on Art and Life.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It is in our uniqueness,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">that for each, 'The Dance' is different.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It is in this uniqueness,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">that we each, are an expression of 'The Wholeness,'</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Whatever meaning, you wish to ascribe to this...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I would love to know...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The joy is in the sharing.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Each one of you I sense are Lights.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">On This Journey... this parenthesis in Eternity,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">We call' Life'.....</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">We needs, bring all the light, we can, to this way.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Whether you perceive your journey by foot or by boat,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Whatever locomotion moves you,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I would love to know....</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Whatever metaphor, brings Your Journey to meaningfulness....</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Whichever tributary you choose,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">In this moment to take You...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Back to Source.........</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I would love to know...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What brings you to that place in Creation?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Where the dance begins; and from deep within,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">a fountain of living water, bubbles up.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Unfolding in ever new, and more beautiful ways.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I would love to know..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I would love to know..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">That we might share our understandings,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">walk in each others shoes,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">grow in love and empathy for our brother/sisters position,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">whatever and wherever that is..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">from a place of unconditional Agape and non judgement</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And share the Joys of this most profound and moving</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">experience that we call Life.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I would Love to know...I would Love to know..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Each one of you better</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">That I may truly call you Friend,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">and in Divine Time,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Know You, even as You are Known.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What a Dream...... Who has the courage...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">To Share..........</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I would Love to Know.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">All the Blessings of life to each of you,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wherever you are on the Journey.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Alasdair<br /><br />( words from YouTube )<br /><br /></span> </span>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279114842441889758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049914282770466430.post-79151973083967232852009-09-06T17:29:00.000-07:002009-09-06T17:31:04.302-07:00Art and Life or is Art Life ?<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pOd1M-m2c80&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pOd1M-m2c80&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279114842441889758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049914282770466430.post-10821849170996640732009-09-06T17:16:00.000-07:002009-09-06T17:17:33.635-07:00Frailty of this Angel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLZfDwtDx-FHGheTIL6fG_qBpc6GuEnABek2tMDb65RWRyjpwkULUMpJnDe1jbgz7O7WEHgx54P2I_y8RhNZncPcd0PuvNTT7EF87WXk2BKwbChQ6bP4zm3H8RdCs_ZloyPVgzJlCfyr4/s1600-h/a-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLZfDwtDx-FHGheTIL6fG_qBpc6GuEnABek2tMDb65RWRyjpwkULUMpJnDe1jbgz7O7WEHgx54P2I_y8RhNZncPcd0PuvNTT7EF87WXk2BKwbChQ6bP4zm3H8RdCs_ZloyPVgzJlCfyr4/s400/a-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378512875737358578" border="0" /></a>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279114842441889758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049914282770466430.post-26247114031037109472009-09-06T17:12:00.000-07:002009-09-14T16:47:45.208-07:00Peaceful we go into the Light<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiicEq7pBDwEspYTutjYh09E-DZc-iDT2Rir-zJZ1VCaWzvfuAkSzgTTDOa6sbbl73dRMShQaE-ybi0FlYy-pB5qMFzDQ3slkdIga2Tvg7zSSVwnBt64HQc8MB35FINbgxsxyQCGMMCHLI/s1600-h/bflytree.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiicEq7pBDwEspYTutjYh09E-DZc-iDT2Rir-zJZ1VCaWzvfuAkSzgTTDOa6sbbl73dRMShQaE-ybi0FlYy-pB5qMFzDQ3slkdIga2Tvg7zSSVwnBt64HQc8MB35FINbgxsxyQCGMMCHLI/s400/bflytree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381473416987733698" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Mystic Forest ~ Alashram DVD ~ Teachers of Light 7<br /><br />- VID Below -<br /><br />This video is presented with the music of snatam kaur and is designed to bring peace and rest to the mind.<br /><br />It is on dvd 7 of the Teachers of Light series - there are no words other than the singing - Alashram means soul family and our soul family is located at<br /><br /><a bitly="BITLY_PROCESSED" href="http://goldring.wetpaint.com/" target="_blank" title="http://goldring.wetpaint.com" rel="nofollow" dir="ltr">http://goldring.wetpaint.com</a><br /><br />- join us -<br /><br />Mystic Forest Alashram DVD Teachers of Light GoldRing rysa5 enlightenment abundance music and video creation beauty art soul family spiritual alignment ascension wayshower.<br /><br />( all text taken from YouTube )<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MSu_2R-TVQk&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MSu_2R-TVQk&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /></span>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279114842441889758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049914282770466430.post-13685601372008201562009-09-06T12:54:00.000-07:002009-09-06T13:04:17.634-07:00Two Well Known Little Fae's of Mine<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br /><br />PITTYPAT AND TIPPYTOE</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">All day long they come and go--</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Pittypat and Tippytoe;</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Footprints up and down the hall,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Playthings scattered on the floor,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Finger-marks along the wall,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Tell-tale smudges on the door--</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">By these presents you shall know</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Pittypat and Tippytoe</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">How they riot at their play!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">And a dozen times a day</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">In they troop, demanding bread--</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Only buttered bread will do,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">And the butter must be spread</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Inches thick with sugar too!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">And I never can say, "No,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Pittypat and Tippytoe!"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Sometimes there are griefs to soothe,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Sometimes ruffled brows to smooth;</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">For (I much regret to say)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Tippytoe and Pittypat</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Sometimes interrupt their play</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">With an internecine spat;</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Fie, for shame! to quarrel so--</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Pittypat and Tippytoe!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Oh the thousand worrying things</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Every day recurrent brings!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Hands to scrub and hair to brush,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Search for playthings gone amiss,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Many a wee complaint to hush,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Many a little bump to kiss;</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Life seems one vain, fleeting show</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">To Pittypat and Tippytoe!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">And when day is at an end,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">There are little duds to mend;</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Little frocks are strangely torn,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Little shoes great holes reveal,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Little hose, but one day worn,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Rudely yawn at toe and heel!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Who but you could work such woe,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Pittypat and Tippytoe!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">But when comes this thought to me:</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">"Some there are that childless be,"</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Stealing to their little beds,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">With a love I cannot speak,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Tenderly I stroke their heads---</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Fondly kiss each velvet cheek.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">God help those who do not know</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">A Pittypat or Tippytoe!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">On the floor and down the hall,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Rudely smutched upon the wall,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">There are proofs in every kind</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Of the havoc they have wrought,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">And upon my heart you'd find</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Just such trade-marks, if you sought; </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Oh, how glad I am 'tis so,<br />Pittypat and Tippytoe!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Eugene Field<br /><br /><br /></span>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279114842441889758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049914282770466430.post-37142948775966297622009-09-06T12:23:00.000-07:002009-09-06T12:46:42.514-07:00Believing in Fairie World<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI4Wi8hKFEmZiC3yVmP1BABNtMkbpNtvpEyQYZ07YDDHhd4odv8zMgCLoZEn2rgu7KNhjB1yIYWSvrYj3c1nLO_o1TK0JhboiDFdoyvt2GLm4fAEEJKlLdQaMQpR7o99lasUIzbLSmBK8/s1600-h/The_Butterfly_Pool_by_Saimain.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI4Wi8hKFEmZiC3yVmP1BABNtMkbpNtvpEyQYZ07YDDHhd4odv8zMgCLoZEn2rgu7KNhjB1yIYWSvrYj3c1nLO_o1TK0JhboiDFdoyvt2GLm4fAEEJKlLdQaMQpR7o99lasUIzbLSmBK8/s400/The_Butterfly_Pool_by_Saimain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378441008437689458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Because it's as real as life... </span><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YGkr6WTcyPQ&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YGkr6WTcyPQ&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279114842441889758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049914282770466430.post-69031613377800007142009-09-06T09:59:00.000-07:002009-09-06T12:22:21.549-07:00True Fairies are Free in their Thoughts<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0xJYw8K6ymcS97gOZWD9TFu7liV4P8M27dW1Q7cAfy2h4x3rl2Kh2RDZbG-j68SIVXB887uVxxDgCsHLy6fyr0OZPhZu50WaIClNciz5ylntZfqPlwa_yJgubQ7eQTEkZZF6HD-Dk3iQ/s1600-h/fairy-8-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0xJYw8K6ymcS97gOZWD9TFu7liV4P8M27dW1Q7cAfy2h4x3rl2Kh2RDZbG-j68SIVXB887uVxxDgCsHLy6fyr0OZPhZu50WaIClNciz5ylntZfqPlwa_yJgubQ7eQTEkZZF6HD-Dk3iQ/s400/fairy-8-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378400376886869538" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Anyhow although it is good to be aware of change I still live in the<br /><br />" Old Winnie Time "</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">That is my choice and I doubt it will change.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I am very rested under this large oak and quite content to stay here awhile, it is after all kind of magical ~ and we fairies absorb as much of the magical as we can !<br /><br /><br /></span>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279114842441889758noreply@blogger.com0