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Garden 2012 by Drea Jensen
The most beautiful art can be found flourishing in nature…or your very own garden.
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The Summer Day
by Mary Oliver

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean—
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down—
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

We celebrate a bright star today, it is our friend's 13th birthday.
We are blessed to have you in our lives.
You have taught us how to love and how to let go...

Diversion 2012 by Drea Jensen

Confusion can often divert our original paths. Keeping a level head is a must to stay as close on course as you can.

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“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Painting Honey by Drea Jensen
May the divine feminine bless us all with her honey bees!

Honey At The Table

It fills you with the soft
essence of vanished flowers, it becomes
a trickle sharp as a hair that you follow
from the honey pot over the table

and out the door and over the ground,
and all the while it thickens,

grows deeper and wilder, edged
with pine boughs and wet boulders,
pawprints of bobcat and bear, until

deep in the forest you
shuffle up some tree, you rip the bark,

you float into and swallow the dripping combs,
bits of the tree, crushed bees – – – a taste
composed of everything lost, in which everything lost is found.

~ Mary Oliver

“Believe it or not, the notions of free will and destiny are not mutually exclusive.

Predestination is the universal framework of limits (based on natural physical laws) placed upon us.

Free will is our infinite ability to make choices within that framework.

Because the universal scale is so great—and most of it constitutes an undiscovered frontier—our choices are only limited by our knowledge, our abilities, and out imagination.

To put it simply, the world is such a huge playground sandbox that we will never run out of sand or reach the faraway safety fence of destiny.

So go out there and play!”
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

“You Don’t Have to Be Pretty. You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked “female”.”

~ Diana Vreeland

“I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right, temporarily defeated, is stronger than evil triumphant.”

- Martin Luther King

By Allison Giles Tannehill

May 11, 2013

As I sit and stare!
Stare into the darkness.
So many thoughts but really none at all.
You will never be back in this physical world.
NEVER!
The truth fucking sucks.
To understand that my heart can not.
It does not understand this truth, this pain,
this misfortune.
Why?
Why you?
I want to know why?
Why you were chosen?
Why did you have to leave me?
My truth knows why but
my heart will never understand.
I LOVE YOU.
I MISS YOU.
I want you here with me.
Our bond was like no other.
Our love complete.
Two hearts beating together.
Loving one another
forever.
Your heart failed you
but your love out grew you.
Time was cut short
and your flight was taken.
I want this empty space to leave and fly with you.
To the beyond. To freedom.
To a world past any comprehension of my worldly mind.
I want to soar in the afterlife with you.
I want our love to ride through eternity.
Connected.
FOREVER.
You are light, peace, and healed.
I am done, broken, and empty.
Wrap your loving lightness around my darkness.
And fill me back up.
Only you can help me find my way home.
Thank you
for our love,
our perfect oneness.
Thank you for allowing me to feel.
Thank you for your heart, smile, and love that only you could share.
You are my shining star.
My full moon,
my perfect wave.
With that perfection I can conquer all.

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Here is a wonderful Dr. Seuss book and preview of a DVD.
Happy Birthday Dr. Seuss!

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