I miss my Grandpa Sol(omon). Happy Father’s day salute to him. Photos from his life. My mom is one of the twins…
Closing one ring of the circle with Court where it all started. Grounded. All white.
Throat Chakra Light. Whoa. Hannah took this photo of my last autumn when we met in New Paltz for a day with her and her girl. I sat at the piano and she pressed buttons on her camera.
Susan. One of my dear friends, mentors, and inspirations for home and garden beauty.
Ash is the biggest snuggler.
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“So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.”
“Foolish is the one who doesn’t listen to her advice.” Continuation from prior post…
“A girl with sharp intelligence that loves life and to hike between trees and in nature. She loves her inner silence. She is very spiritual. Knows tomorrow and is able to silence it. She is focused on making new changes in the near future to seek a field and it will open up to her.” -words written by a drawing analytic/intuitive for me from about two years ago.
I’m too young to resonate so intensely with this poem I’ve been seeing in the subway almost daily…
I am because we are, the five-toed,
the elegant-fingered, the ones
whose brains flower like coral
whose dreams span earth and move out-
I am because we animals
love to rub and huddle, because
our tongues love to lick skin,
nuzzle and enter each other’s
mouths, clean milky young,
taste sweat from necks and slick
fur flat, lap water from clean pools;
because we love to swim, sleep, eat,
lie in the sun, move to the shade;
and because we are the fish
flying in ballets through the shallows
and deeper, where the ocean floor
hollows and darkness begins;
I am because of centuries of thoughts
and centuries of dream, because of poetry,
grass, music, growing corn,
because of wine from grapes
and bread from flour,
because of a million hands,
because of cave paintings
and the true line drawn,
the bison on the wall,
doe in the clearing, because
of shooting stars and sudden floods,
ships going out, footprints,
because of men and women
coming together, lying down
together, coming, again and again,
because of father, mother, brothers,
lovers, children, everyone making
enough love, because of skins, eyes, hands
and words, because of closeness,
because of breath. Because
of the touch in the night
the surgeon who saved me
because of intelligence
because of care
because of enough people
loving enough people
for those centuries
for ever, I am. We.
Maori healers that come from New Zealand and do body work on us are different than typical body workers because they are in touch with ancient wisdoms that connect to spirit. They can see the deceased ones we love in our energy and work the deepest parts of ourselves. And when it gets just a bit too intense for our threshold, they pull out ukeleles and sing healing songs. Ancient songs passed down… This is the message at the end of one such song that was posted on Youtube…