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being present for the present
The above picture was taken in a moment of just allowing myself to wander and be present for the present, the GIFT of the moment. Read on… I haven’t been writing here much because I’ve been so SO busy lately. not always busy with “work” but sometimes just with BEing. It’s true that i have…
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for the sake of love
A Bridal Song I. The golden gates of Sleep unbar Where Strength and Beauty, met together, Kindle their image like a star In a sea of glassy weather! Night, with all thy stars look down,– Darkness, weep thy holiest dew,– Never smiled the inconstant moon On a pair so true. Let eyes not see their…
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Sunday afternoon. Almost the New Year. Thinking …
Sunday afternoon. Almost the New Year. Thinking about the regrets of the last year (NONE!) and all of the promise that exists in 2003. Working on my website. Making the most of the resources available to me and FINALLY letting go of relationships, situations and stuff that no longer serves my highest good. Oh, the…
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balance [or listen to the whispers]
we must T R U S T in ourselves in our process in our journey in the whispers that brush on the edges of our hearts asking for a voice if only we will listen balance will come keep going stay with it it’s worth it you’re worth it
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"Depth" for Illustration Friday
“You shall always find what you created in your mind, for instance, a benevolent God or an evil Devil. Between them are countless facets. Therefore, concentrate on the depth of your consciousness and on what you consider to be positive and good.” -Hans Bender May we all realize the power of our words and thoughts…
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The Love of One's Own Reflection
“Blue Mood” self-portrait When I was a young girl, I looked in the mirror constantly. My dad and stepmother teased me endlessly about my fascination with my own face. My desire to gaze at myself was clearly uncomfortable to them. Once I reached adolescence, my innocent fascination was replaced by self-criticism. I picked my face…
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