tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44318849962491994322024-03-19T03:01:24.842-07:00Wandering MomentsNot all who wander are lost.Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13227887035727833457noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431884996249199432.post-38165253219797332702017-02-05T08:06:00.000-08:002017-02-05T08:06:08.685-08:00Sunday Thanks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13227887035727833457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431884996249199432.post-61789547849438320312017-02-04T20:16:00.000-08:002017-02-04T20:16:37.426-08:00The Universe At PlayHaving access to that formless realm is truly liberating. It frees you from bondage to form and identification with form. It is life in its undifferentiated state prior to its fragmentation into multiplicity. We may call it the Unmanifested, the invisible Source of all things, the Being within all beings. It is a realm of deep stillness and peace, but also of joy and intense aliveness. Whenever you are present, you become "transparent" to some extent to the light, the pure consciousness that emanates from this Source. You also realize that the light is not separate from who you are but constitutes your very essence.<br />
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You are not just a meaningless fragment in an alien universe, briefly suspended between life and death, allowed a few short-lived pleasures followed by pain and ultimate annihilation. Underneath your outer form, you are connected with something so vast, so immeasurable and sacred, that it cannot be spoken of - yet I am speaking of it now. I am speaking of it now not to give you something to believe in but to show you how you can know it for yourself.<br />
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Being is not only beyond but also deep within every form as its innermost invisible and indestructible essence. This means that it is accessible to you now as your own deepest self, your true nature. But don't seek to grasp it with your mind. Don't try to understand it. You can know it only when the mind is still. When you are present, when your attention is fully and intensely in the Now, Being can be felt, but it can never be understood mentally. To regain awareness of Being and to abide in that state of "feeling-realization" is enlightenment.<br />
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The word enlightenment conjures up the idea of some superhuman accomplishment, and the ego likes to keep it that way, but it is simply your natural state of felt oneness with Being. It is a state of connectedness with something immeasurable and indestructible, something that, almost paradoxically, is essentially you and yet is much greater than you. It is finding your true nature beyond name and form.<br />
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Identification with your mind creates an opaque screen of concepts, labels, images, words, judgments, and definitions that blocks all true relationship. It comes between you and yourself, between you and your fellow man and woman, between you and nature, between you and God. It is this screen of thought that creates the illusion of separateness, the illusion that there is you and a totally separate "other." You then forget the essential fact that, underneath the level of physical appearances and separate forms, you are one with all that is.<br />
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Many expressions that are in common usage, and sometimes the structure of language itself, reveal the fact that people don't know who they are. You say: "He lost his life" or "my life," as if life were something that you can possess or lose. The truth is: you don't have a life, you are life. The One Life, the one consciousness that pervades the entire universe and takes temporary form to experience itself as a stone or blade of grass, as an animal, a person, a star or a galaxy.<br />
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Teachings of Eckhart TolleBriannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13227887035727833457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431884996249199432.post-54080327599955968422017-02-04T18:18:00.000-08:002017-02-04T18:18:08.132-08:00No Words<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13227887035727833457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431884996249199432.post-70695167690011469562015-02-01T15:50:00.002-08:002015-02-01T15:56:46.928-08:00Kahlil Gibran and Trevor Hall"Then a ploughman said, "Speak to us of Work”.<br />
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You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth. For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life's procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite. <br />
When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. <br />
Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison? <br />
Always you have been told that work is a curse and labor a misfortune. <br />
But I say to you that when you work you fulfill a part of earth's furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born, <br />
And in keeping yourself with labor you are in truth loving life, <br />
And to love life through labor is to be intimate with life's inmost secret."<br />
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And what is it to work with love ?<br />
it is to weave the cloth with threads from your heart , even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth .<br />
It is to build a house with affection , even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house .<br />
It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy , even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit .<br />
It is to change all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit .<br />
He who works in marble , and finds the shape of his own soul in the stone , is nobler than he who ploughs the soil.” <br />
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-Kahlil GibranBriannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13227887035727833457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431884996249199432.post-88971155704636208112014-03-31T08:57:00.001-07:002014-03-31T08:57:17.722-07:00Good MorningNamaste.<br />
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Peace.<br />
BrianneBriannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13227887035727833457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431884996249199432.post-22172877017296067192012-01-29T10:18:00.000-08:002012-01-29T10:18:44.387-08:00Rumi I, You, He, She, We<iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pfY4iw5__Yc?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="459" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13227887035727833457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431884996249199432.post-421596495600262722012-01-04T10:40:00.000-08:002012-01-04T10:40:01.946-08:00Medicine Wheel<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/277323289523751835_o6UZSmch_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" rea="true" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/277323289523751835_o6UZSmch_c.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>I have always been about protecting my home. <br />
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Every nook and cranny. <br />
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From the doorways with the Torans as we enter to the window frames painted blue. <br />
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I am going to make a medicine wheel with material from the home. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">"When your eyes are tired the world is tired also.<br />
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When your vision has gone no part of the world can find you.<br />
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Time to go into the dark where the night has eyes<br />
to recognize its own.<br />
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There you can be sure you are not beyond love.<br />
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The dark will be your womb tonight.<br />
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The night will give you a horizon<br />
further than you can see.<br />
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You must learn one thing:<br />
the world was made to be free in.<br />
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Give up all the other worlds<br />
except the one to which you belong.<br />
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Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness<br />
to learn anything or anyone that does not bring you alive</div><div style="text-align: center;">is too small for you."<br />
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- David Whyte<br />
"House of Belonging"</div></div>Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13227887035727833457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431884996249199432.post-70066519945622881232011-10-25T10:04:00.000-07:002011-10-25T10:04:31.305-07:00Slowly I Dance Behind You<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha3ILnsDLS9JEvwV73COCQQXQei1OvYKz3l2RAkEEO_0VdmkNPoTzU-jf8uveYZBQkesydJxS2Af9h3Jl4XCdEaM6FEXpO70VnboMwNzGlWWn-hl9GfuqPwFnYsn858JUA72iURCtG-hA/s1600/20111023_5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha3ILnsDLS9JEvwV73COCQQXQei1OvYKz3l2RAkEEO_0VdmkNPoTzU-jf8uveYZBQkesydJxS2Af9h3Jl4XCdEaM6FEXpO70VnboMwNzGlWWn-hl9GfuqPwFnYsn858JUA72iURCtG-hA/s320/20111023_5.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>In the forest, on our walks, <br />
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I still follow behind. <br />
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Slowly.<br />
Slowly I dance behind you. You hear my beating feet along the ground. Maybe a little less strong upon the earth.<br />
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I notice, though, that your beat has slackened. <br />
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I don't say anything to you about it. You are my strength, my guide. Tom. My guardian. Our slower dance allows us to experience light in a different pattern.<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">Yesterday, Tom, we joked how the velvety soft undersides of my "old lady" arms are so comfortable to lay your old man shoulders and head within. Lay your troubles down. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">We are spinning and dancing together. Age may allow us to dance just a little more slowly, but still with glee and wonder and glory and sometimes like these quite moments in the forest and woods. Love is the chorus line.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Peace.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Brianne</div>Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13227887035727833457noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431884996249199432.post-18716438747443221262011-07-14T19:04:00.000-07:002011-07-14T19:04:38.725-07:00Shahram Shiva performs "Love Said To Me," Rumi poem<iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bHro2SgLy9Q?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13227887035727833457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431884996249199432.post-56583288208206151522011-05-24T10:24:00.000-07:002011-05-24T10:36:27.142-07:00Moon over the Gulf<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXDDd1fu8Qw9C69nexr96zQ8sOeoWO-629jzmfd7UkTdwIrhUYOs9S3Cemd_JV5XxHXAysQfTpHsheDpEwlFMxKT9j1-fpshAeV3L8TT9_idxV9MlaKeqS3Ofk9gV7_rH0V019D8vMlKM/s1600/20110522_25a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXDDd1fu8Qw9C69nexr96zQ8sOeoWO-629jzmfd7UkTdwIrhUYOs9S3Cemd_JV5XxHXAysQfTpHsheDpEwlFMxKT9j1-fpshAeV3L8TT9_idxV9MlaKeqS3Ofk9gV7_rH0V019D8vMlKM/s320/20110522_25a.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="size12 Helvetica12" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">There is some kiss we want with </span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="size12 Helvetica12" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">our whole lives, the touch of </span><span class="size12 Helvetica12"> </span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="size12 Helvetica12" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">spirit on the body. Seawater</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="size12 Helvetica12" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">begs the pearl to break its shell.</span><span class="size12 Helvetica12"> </span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="size12 Helvetica12" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">And the lily, how passionately</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="size12 Helvetica12" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">it needs some wild darling! At</span><span class="size12 Helvetica12"> </span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="size12 Helvetica12" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">night, I open the window and ask</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="size12 Helvetica12" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">face against mine. </span><span class="size12 Helvetica12"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black;"><i>Breathe into</i></span></span></span></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="size12 Helvetica12" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><i>me. </i></span><span class="size12 Helvetica12" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">Close the language- door and</span><span class="size12 Helvetica12"> </span><br />
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In my world · There are the bells from the clanks · Of the morning milk drums,<br />
And a wagon wheel outside my window · Just hit a bump<br />
Which turned into an ecstatic chorus · Of the Beloved's Name.<br />
There is the Prayer Call · Rising up like the sun · Out of the mouths of a thousand birds.<br />
There is an astonishing vastness · Of movement and Life<br />
Emanating sound and light · From my folded hands<br />
And my even quieter simple being and heart.<br />
My dear, · Is it true that your mind · Is sometimes like a battering · Ram<br />
Running all through the city, · Shouting so madly inside and out<br />
About the ten thousand things · That do not matter?<br />
Hafiz, too, · For many years beat his head in youth<br />
And thought himself at a great distance, · Far from an armistice · With God.<br />
But that is why this scarred old pilgrim · Has now become such a sweet rare vintage · Who weeps and sings for you.<br />
O listen - · Listen more carefully · To what is inside of you right now.<br />
In my world · All that remains is the wondrous call to · Dance and prayer<br />
Rising up like a thousand suns · Out of the mouth of a · Single bird.</span></h6><h6><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">-Hafiz (translated by Daniel Ladinsky)</span></h6></div>Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13227887035727833457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431884996249199432.post-66534812808975142552011-04-18T15:23:00.000-07:002011-04-18T15:23:04.407-07:00DeVotchKa - "100 Other Lovers"<iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Uj1aCSu3Z48?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13227887035727833457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431884996249199432.post-4081208964202113902011-04-11T13:37:00.000-07:002011-04-11T13:37:46.294-07:00the bee myth<iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CsVL22dIdKw?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13227887035727833457noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431884996249199432.post-55803192990817273372011-02-27T12:05:00.000-08:002011-02-28T03:57:29.003-08:00A Bell Ringing in the Wood<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1eMj26BhDxamE-BG4xCvT3z0NkkNw33N4wgi77xVIdS9d0u5f0kweZdIABxDlCpf444z-GaY4SOK7v1VEUahUyYp9S_idBE7remLVWz0_E70MifY-9E7GpXOol4667fsKQPZpXEAkQSM/s1600/ballerinamariec.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; height: 151px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; width: 102px;"><img border="0" height="200" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1eMj26BhDxamE-BG4xCvT3z0NkkNw33N4wgi77xVIdS9d0u5f0kweZdIABxDlCpf444z-GaY4SOK7v1VEUahUyYp9S_idBE7remLVWz0_E70MifY-9E7GpXOol4667fsKQPZpXEAkQSM/s200/ballerinamariec.jpg" width="145" /></a></div>Audrey, the bell rings throughout the woods. It is time for learning to begin. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Peace.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Brianne</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13227887035727833457noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431884996249199432.post-84879561791383043852011-01-27T18:10:00.000-08:002011-01-27T18:11:45.405-08:00Russian Fairytales<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://ts1.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=400479164952&id=d78c3003491739fe58aa95e1403df1c7&index=ch1&url=http://ullam.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c683453ef0111689faedd970c-800wi" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" s5="true" src="http://ts1.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=400479164952&id=d78c3003491739fe58aa95e1403df1c7&index=ch1&url=http://ullam.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c683453ef0111689faedd970c-800wi" /></a></div>When I was little I loved fariytales. I loved to be read a story. I especially loved to have a bed time story read. <br />
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My favorite was The Snow Queen, and I listened to it night after night: "Love. What is stronger than love?" <br />
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I found these verbal Russian Wonder Tales from Toast's website. I think that Toast is a department store in the UK. How nice they put together webspace to send out holiday greetings in the form of these stories.<br />
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These are wonderful winter tales. If you have some time; or if you'd like to have a bedtime story read to you, these are PERFECT. But, just remember, they are from Russia.<br />
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<strong>This is the link to Toast's page with the wonder tales.</strong><br />
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Peace.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13227887035727833457noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431884996249199432.post-28711239103236721062011-01-20T20:20:00.000-08:002011-01-20T20:20:00.121-08:00Fairies for AudreyI am inviting fairies to my house. I really have never done it before. I don't even think I did this as a girl. I wasn't a fairy child. But, for Audrey, I am asking the fairies to please come. I know they are around the house. They show up in the photographs. The little flashes of light. The spheres of lights that sparkle in the ferns and in the oaks when I take the pictures at dusk. <br />
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</tbody></table> I hear the cardinals talking to them. They chase the hawk away from the baby birds. Yes, I know they are around the beautiful yard I tend. But, I never have invited them to meet. I have never looked for them. Until now. Fascinating, how really ethereal but "dirt beneath the fingernails" they are. I must say, my kind of folk. I am putting together some semblance of them for a "Cooperative Schoolhouse" that Terri's sending out as her affirmation through her blog Artful Affirmations.<br />
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</tbody></table> The cooperative must have some books that the fairies will use.<br />
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</tbody></table> Sometimes it is hard to tell if it is a fairy or a faire creature.<br />
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So, I wished to see the costumery that I have heard so much about. Especially that which is worn by the ladies.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, dear Audrey, for you the fairies come. They come to show me a world they want you to know. And, yes, me too. So, I allow the muse to carry me and I will have fun and journey joyfully into this place for this time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A thought to set up a tea-party on the roof just came to me. Which fairy told me to do that? I will project an umbrella, small and bright into the universe. I will put it on the roof, Audrey, so the sun won't spoil the tiny cucumber sandwiches.</div><br />
Well, I will keep thinking of the fairies. And, because I am open to them, I am sure they will come visit me. And, I will dream of being in a bed fit for my fairy self.<br />
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BrianneBriannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13227887035727833457noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431884996249199432.post-39792317841099253502011-01-07T22:47:00.000-08:002011-01-07T23:42:01.154-08:00Dreams of SummerThis will be complete analogy. <br />
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And as I type I have the old guy - not Tom - but, Ganesh, is curled within the crook of my arm. It seems this is where all the old ones come. Shadow. Gabby. Ganesh. They first come to sleep at night, and then they come find me here whenever I come to lay down to read or write or rest. Then, I find them here. All the time on the bed. Waiting for me. In the end of days, their lives evolve between the bedroom and the food/water and litter box down the hall. They only go outside occasionally to roll in the sunshine on the patio; and then they go out only when I take them. I have been here before. <br />
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But, back to the analogy. Here is my dream.<br />
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I found a Heart of a Wizardness website. I liked her feather meditation. I will cocoon and dream of feathers to guide me on my flight. I can be cold. The foliage can be in hibernation and seeding for spring. I will know that this too shall pass. Embrace the magic of this time of year. Embrace the kiss of the North as She sends them to me on Her breezes. To be alive is to feel the cold as well as the heat. To be alive. Alive. <br />
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Peace.Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13227887035727833457noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431884996249199432.post-71895826776014515012010-12-29T16:05:00.000-08:002010-12-29T16:08:25.774-08:00Where You Love From<div style="text-align: center;">Look inside and find where a person</div><div style="text-align: center;">loves from. That's the reality,</div><div style="text-align: center;">not what they say.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Do not</div><div style="text-align: center;">give attention to form, the right </div><div style="text-align: center;">and wrong ways of professing belief. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Grow instead in universal light.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Rumi</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>This is from the chapter from, <u>Bohemian Manifesto: a Field Guide to Living on the Edge</u>.written by Laren Stover. I am somewhat shocked that Laren has so adamantly stated that no part of her book be represented in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including storage and retrieval system. So, I hope you would buy her book or check it out from your local library - better yet! That would be more bohemian. I wanted to share with you parts of the <u>Bohemian Manifesto</u> on this site, but feel that would be in violation to Laren. Although, I thought that<em> Manifestos</em> were supposed to be read, and shared and discussed and made notes upon and argued against. Not kept locked in a book. But, maybe I'll contact Ms. Stover and see if she'll let me share this Manifesto with my, oh, so many readers.<br />
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But, for now, I wanted to just - from memory - tell you of the remarkable manifesto, or enlightenment I found, when reading the chapter on Dust. The Bohemian, Ms. Laren states, sees adversary to dust as an analogy to the inability to accept aging, and death. To want to have the household always "dust free" is to try to keep aging, death at bay. The Bohemian, on the other hand, readily accepts death, aging and DUST. Dust in the corners, under the couch , on the shelves, and between the pages of books! It is not necessary to pick up item after item to dust under, over or between. There are other more important things to do with that space of time. Allow the dust to settle, like - may I please say it Laren - "cosmic confectioners' sugar." <br />
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Ashes to ashes. Dust to Dust. <br />
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“We say we are earthlings, not waterlings. Our blood is closer to seawater than our bones to soil, but that’s no matter. The sea is the cradle we all rocked out of, but it’s to dust that we go. From the time that water invented us, we began to seek out dirt. The further we separate ourselves from the dirt, the further we separate ourselves from ourselves. Alienation is a disease of the unsoiled.” Tom Robbins<br />
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So the next time when you enter a home that has dust upon the shelves or on the nick-knacks, think that this person may have a strength that our society may not have. That the dust that lies there may be a statement that says, " I am OK with aging and my inevitable death. Today, I am going to do something for joy. I am not afraid or horrified of dust, it is of the Earth as I."<br />
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Peace. <br />
BrianneBriannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13227887035727833457noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431884996249199432.post-25863200328704272632010-12-25T14:57:00.000-08:002010-12-27T09:37:28.515-08:00Dancing Moons<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga1BSVbYd3u2VBi1BcJI86VR9IXiopbCobbdldKOWECm6y0IUI7f_LDtgeQeYe5kzE-kundg_HGl9kIV-BXoZK4jAUZlsrH7Lts7w5G8p-AYwkR-SxcHmwVCf3s8SQJfqeNXwnDk607xw/s1600/20101225_45.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga1BSVbYd3u2VBi1BcJI86VR9IXiopbCobbdldKOWECm6y0IUI7f_LDtgeQeYe5kzE-kundg_HGl9kIV-BXoZK4jAUZlsrH7Lts7w5G8p-AYwkR-SxcHmwVCf3s8SQJfqeNXwnDk607xw/s1600/20101225_45.JPG" /></a></div>This is a prototype art photograph for the card I'm developing to put on each piece of the series of moon "sculptures" and accompanying art pieces that I want to create for each moon. This is the picture of January's moon. Ice moon, Moon of Solitude, Cold Moon.Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13227887035727833457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431884996249199432.post-8273290468947706312010-12-24T09:08:00.000-08:002010-12-27T09:36:43.217-08:00First Wandering<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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"When the mystery of the connection goes, love goes. It's that simple. This suggests that it isn't love that is so important to us but the mystery itself. The love connection may be merely a device to put us in contact with the mystery, and we long for love to last so that the ecstacy of being near the mystery will last. It is contrary to the nature of mystery to stand still. Yet it's always there, somewhere, a world on the other side of the mirror a promise in the next pair of eyes that smile at us. We glimpse it when we stand still. <br />
The romance of new love, the romance of solitude, the romance of objecthood, the romance of ancient pyramids and distant stars are means of making contact with the mystery. When it comes to perpetuating it, however, I got no advice. But I can and will remind you of two of the most important facts I know: <br />
1. Everything is part of it. <br />
2. It's never too late to have a happy childhood." <br />
— <a href="http://www.blogger.com/author/quotes/197.Tom_Robbins"><u><span style="color: blue;">Tom Robbins</span></u></a> (<a href="http://www.blogger.com/work/quotes/1105809"><u><span style="color: blue;">Still Life with Woodpecker</span></u></a><br />
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Peace.<br />
BrianneBriannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13227887035727833457noreply@blogger.com0