The Sound of Longings

This was the Rook (Corvus frugilegus) chick that me and my partner raised last year. We dubbed him Bran (after both the raven god and Game of Thrones XD ) This was taken not long before he was rele...

If I cried out, who would hear me up there, among the angelic orders? Rainer Maria Rilke

We reach for words to speak in a voice that is both intimate and majestic on the mysteries of human life and reveal our attempt to translate the angels language….. to use our self-consciousness to some advantage…. to transcend, through our art and the imagination, our self-deception and our fear.

There is no gentle here, but oh how it longs to be tender, and oh how it yearns to be soft.

All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.

I’ll take this soul that’s inside me now…. like a brand new friend I’ll forever know…

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The Voice of Bones

“I am always trying to convey something that can’t be conveyed, to explain something which is inexplicable, to tell about something I have in my bones, something which can be expressed only in the bones.”
― Franz Kafka, 
Letters to Milena

Bones hold in their marrow..shapes and sounds

Evidence of gravity-bound Beings…

Soul touches the remembering of the courage bones are made of…

As the Bones speak with their “inside” voice… saying…

“Never the same again”

“For the discovery of self we have to overcome the fear of self, so as to find the marrow ‘within’ and disclose our ‘true’ self.”  ― Erik Pevernagie

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Receive Your Self

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“There is a God part in you. The consciousness. The pure Self. Learn to listen the voice of that Power.”
― Amit Ray, Nonviolence: The Transforming Power

Love yourself..

Applaud your SELF with every single step you take toward truth..towards the blooming of your true power….

You fell asleep dreaming..and awakened…alive…

Cling to your faith.
Roll your spiritual sleeves up and get to work.

Use your energy wisely.
Transmute all anger, panic and fear into light and empowerment.

No more drifting through life without your higher-self in complete control of your mind.
Awaken….fully. Activate….now. Don’t lose sight. There is still a higher plan.

“Dare to love yourself
as if you were a rainbow
with gold at both ends.”
― Author-Poet Aberjhani, Journey through the Power of the Rainbow

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Blind Spot

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“Our perception could either be our path to nirvana or an invisible cage that bottles us up.” 
― Pawan Mishra

Those that tried to hide in our blind spots…

Find no shade for their comfort…..

the light has expanded…to the edge of tomorrow…

allowing one to see with the karmic intelligence of the Soul….

consciously….

we are

bookmarking  “time” …

There are eyes everywhere. No blind spot left.

What shall we dream of when everything becomes visible?

We’ll dream of being blind.

Paul Virillio


Namaste




Merrily Onward

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So…

The picture on my main blog page….taken by me.. was part of my..”once upon a time” garden.

I still miss that house..and then…

I take a breath…

And don’t.

I have a lovely Jasmine making its own mark upon my heart these days…and new roses have thrived here at…

THE BUNGALOW

Yep….a baker’s dozen of months, since the unexpected…unrehearsed move….into a home that we did not want to buy…but did….

Yes..I have continued living..

even though..we both fell off the world we knew…

We realized..we had to leave…to find our way

Well..once awakened…it’s all a horrible relief anyway…..but I digress…

With every moment consciously pressing to the sight of myself…I balanced my smile better……..

I got into the rhythm of acceptance…I stopped carrying sad words….

And replaced them with the now common phrase that echoes daily in our home….still….

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME NOW..”

I said it so much that for my birthday this year..

My hubs had a license plate made for me….yep

“RUKDNME”

He has a sick and contagious humor…..

On May 27th this year, we started prepping our bungalow, for the exterior painting….and finally…on June 29th we were ready to put paint to roller and brushes..and begin..

This coming Sunday..we will be taking the final pictures of the completed works..where again we are reminded..why we both love to dance together…

We took a day, this past weekend..to NOT paint and drove to our local fruit barn and took Miss Beans..our Mini Whippet girl… in her stroller and we bought fruit and nuts..and fish food..to feed the Koi in their pond…Miss Beans loves the fish..

She will be 6 in November and she grew up feeding these fish every spring and summer…

They come right up to the shore and Miss Beans talks to them..little whisper barking..and tail wagging..

She was 8 weeks old..when she first met them… time does go merrily by…

Yes…we drove past the old house..that day too….for the first time since… the move….

We got to the house and my glorious garden…was gone….completely taken away as if it never existed..and bare dirt was left,…nothing growing..nothing thriving….and the house seemed sad…there was no rose garden for the birds to gather in…the emptiness was deafening

I have a picture, from 2014…as I was coming down my stairway..of a perfect rose bud…peaking through the top window at the entry..

I took a picture of its blooming..every day..each morning, with the sunrise…and then….one day..it became whole and gloriously happy….

It bloomed whole..the day we learned my hubs was cancer free….

Deep breath..a lot of life happened..at that house..

it was a glorious summer that year….

Letting go is always an awakening within itself…

We got back to THE BUNGALOW…… gloriously grateful…to be

Home…….

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The Voice of Water

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“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. 
I am haunted by waters.” 
― 
Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through it 

Leave the road..and memorize….

the life that passes by…

carry this voice..

through the light years…

left to go….

We are each a river….

The ocean is our goal….

Our strength and courage polish our life..

Where everything goes the rivers’ way…

As life empties itself…into the tide of Being….

We must leave the shore…to find our way..

Not to search….just to flow….

“May what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back”― Rainer Maria Rilke

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The Weight of Perception

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“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” 
― W.B. Yeats

The most powerful question, one can ask..when observing the distance or the closeness of life….is…..

“What else could this mean”?

There is no one else that has access to the world you carry within you…you are the portal…you are the entrance….

When one opens themselves up to every perception…things create their own focus….

“You are one of the rare people who can separate your observation from your preconception. You see what is, where most people see what they expect.” 
― John Steinbeck, 
East of Eden

These tricky optical illusions fool 97 percent of the population. Can you guess them all?