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- dressed in waters
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- all the way
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Saturday, July 31
impossible made possible
We began to think of IMPOSSIBLE things, although he told me NOTHING is IMPOSSIBLE. We came up with: a blue elephant who eats peanut butter and black olives, a soft helicopter made of jellyfish, a usable material that recycles in water and sunlight, a pencil that writes through thoughts...
Then I suggested a MOTHER to all of the planet's orphans and he replied, "That is beautiful, is that who you are?"
Friday, July 30
coral dream
Thursday, July 29
Wednesday, July 28
beauty & miracle
Tuesday, July 27
waiting
Monday, July 26
my full moon
mother moon reminds us to play...let us greet her tonight
The child's wonder
At the old moon
Comes back nightly.
She points her finger
To the far silent yellow thing
Shining through the branches
Filtering on the leaves a golden sand,
Crying with her little tongue, "See the moon!"
And in her bed fading to sleep
With babblings of the moon on her little mouth.
Chlid Moon - Carl Sandburg (1874-1967)
Sunday, July 25
everything...only because I love
Saturday, July 24
yes, another self-portrait
Friday, July 23
el arte es aire
Thursday, July 22
excerpt from a letter
Wednesday, July 21
creativity
Tuesday, July 20
she who heals
what needs to be healed in your life?
who do you need to forgive?
who needs to forgive you?
She Who Heals:
Mother, sing me a song
That will ease my pain,
Mend broken bones,
Bring wholeness again.
Catch my babies
When they are born,
Sing my death song,
Teach me how to mourn.
Show me the Medicine
Of the healing herbs,
The value of spirit,
The way I can serve.
Mother, heal my heart
So that I can see
The gifts of yours
That can live through me.
- Jamie Sams
Monday, July 19
Sunday, July 18
Saturday, July 17
dressed in waters
Friday, July 16
Thursday, July 15
Wednesday, July 14
Tuesday, July 13
Monday, July 12
Sunday, July 11
Antioco y Maruca
"Papa-Coco y Uca" beloved Grand ParentsToday is their wedding anniversary. With those sparkling blue eyes and that unforgettable voice Antioco plays his guitar and serenades his beautiful and beloved Maruca...
[original lyrics by Consuelo Velázquez 1917- 2005]
Bésame, bésame mucho,
Como si fuera esta noche
La Ăşltima vez.
Bésame, bésame mucho,
Que tengo miedo a perderte
Perderte después.
Quiero tenerte muy cerca,
Mirarme en tus ojos,
Y estar junto a tĂ.
Piensa que tal vez mañana,
Estaré muy lejos,
Muy lejos de aquĂ.
Bésame, bésame mucho,
Que tengo miedo a perderte
Perderte después.
[original lyrics by Consuelo Velázquez 1917- 2005]
Saturday, July 10
dream
Friday, July 9
all the way
when I love, I love all the way
When somebody loves you
It’s no good unless he loves you - all the way
Happy to be near you
When you need someone to cheer you - all the way
Taller than the tallest tree is
That’s how it’s got to feel
Deeper than the deep blue sea is
That’s how deep it goes - if it’s real
When somebody needs you
It’s no good unless he needs you - all the way
Through the good or lean years
And for all the in between years - come what may
Who knows where the road will lead us
Only a fool would say
But if you’ll let me love you
It’s for sure I’m gonna love you - all the way,
all the way
- Sammy Cahn (1913-1993) & Jimmy Van Heusen (1913-1990)
do you believe in loving all the way?
When somebody loves you
It’s no good unless he loves you - all the way
Happy to be near you
When you need someone to cheer you - all the way
Taller than the tallest tree is
That’s how it’s got to feel
Deeper than the deep blue sea is
That’s how deep it goes - if it’s real
When somebody needs you
It’s no good unless he needs you - all the way
Through the good or lean years
And for all the in between years - come what may
Who knows where the road will lead us
Only a fool would say
But if you’ll let me love you
It’s for sure I’m gonna love you - all the way,
all the way
- Sammy Cahn (1913-1993) & Jimmy Van Heusen (1913-1990)
do you believe in loving all the way?
Thursday, July 8
believe in YOU
Wednesday, July 7
powerful beyond measure
let the liberating light shine
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
- Marianne Williamson (b. 1952)
I woke up with this quote...
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
- Marianne Williamson (b. 1952)
I woke up with this quote...
Tuesday, July 6
Frida
Monday, July 5
on dreams
how do you nourish dreams into realities?
He asked me how I kept my dreams alive...
I give my dreams time and room to grow, stretch and develop. I go for walks and contemplate the sacredness of a stone, the miracle of a wildflower. I dance and dream. I laugh and cry with my dreams. My dreams keep me alive...truly alive...my dreams nourish and sustain me.
excerpt from one of my journals
He asked me how I kept my dreams alive...
I give my dreams time and room to grow, stretch and develop. I go for walks and contemplate the sacredness of a stone, the miracle of a wildflower. I dance and dream. I laugh and cry with my dreams. My dreams keep me alive...truly alive...my dreams nourish and sustain me.
excerpt from one of my journals
Sunday, July 4
swim in the wildness
Saturday, July 3
fire
he dances with me in the midst of the fire
excerpt from the book The Invitation by Oriah Mountaindreaming:
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
© Oriah Mountain Dreamer, from the book The Invitation, HarperSanFrancisco, 1999
excerpt from the book The Invitation by Oriah Mountaindreaming:
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
© Oriah Mountain Dreamer, from the book The Invitation, HarperSanFrancisco, 1999
Friday, July 2
dance
Thursday, July 1
poetry of flesh
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