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Thursday, April 09, 2009

Full Moon Dreamers ~ Pink April Moon

Thursday, April 09, 2009
Full Moon Dreamboards ~ a creative way to express what we wish to manifest in a particular month. Each month has a name, a this becomes the theme or inspiration for the dreamboard. For more on Full Moon Dreamboards, visit Jamie's site.

Full Pink Moon - April - This name came from the herb moss pink, or wild ground phlox, which is one of the earliest widespread flowers of the spring. Other names for this month's celestial body include the Full Sprouting Grass Moon, the Egg Moon (the full moon before Easter), and among coastal tribes the Full Fish Moon, because this was the time that the Shad swam upstream to spawn.

Pink ~ the colour of fresh, young skin; the colour of deliciously broiled Wild Sockeye Salmon fillets; the colour of White Zinfandel (a favourite of mine); the colour of the tartest, most refreshing Pink Lemonade; the colour of bitter and juicey Grapefruit flesh; the colour of sunrise skies, also of sunset skies; the colour of the sun on a lazy and sultry summer evening; the colour of magnolias and Cherry Blossoms; (in Feng Shui) the colour of universal love.

Pink emits a soothing energy. Designer use pink to convey softness, tenderness, playfulness. Both bold and gentle could describe pink. Pink expressed joy, hope, and gentle vibrancy. I entered this world through my mother's pink door, just as my sons entered this world through my own pink door. Ahhh, pink ~ portal of life, as in the pink canal.**

As the Full Pink Moon approaches, my spirit stirs to embrace life more vibrantly, taking courage to hold hope closer to my heart, and remembering the plethora of joys that bless me in my life. I feel also, a stirring in my soul to work toward spreading hope to others with the smallest of gestures, and to embrace transformation with my whole being.

** credit to my husband, Martin, for coming up with this interpretation of and metaphor for PINK**



~ all photos taken by yours truly;
I created this mosaic at BigHugeLabs~



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Saturday, March 21, 2009

Sacred Life Sunday:A White Stag ~beauty, pursuit, quest

Saturday, March 21, 2009



Various legends exist regarding the white stag … for example in the UK just about every village has a tavern named The White Hart. The loveliest legends and stories about the white stag make him a messenger, a creature that eludes capture by humans, and even a creature which guides the souls of the recently deceased to the other side.

The white stag eludes our capture because he represents our quest for spiritual knowledge and also our capacity to overcome our challenges and difficulties. The accomplishment lies in his pursuit … not in his capture. The white stag seems, to me, a vestige of beauty … a metaphor for our pursuit of life and living.

The many wondrous gifts of living trickle upon us as we journey through this life. I don't see life as a treasure hunt ~ I see life as the treasure. Each challenge I face, each difficulty I overcome becomes a gift to me, a lesson. I've begun to see that I should run toward the challenges and difficulties that present themselves before me, as opposed to running away from them.

The gift of life and spirit lie in their pursuit, not in their capture and imprisonment.



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Monday, June 02, 2008

mute monday ~ beauty

Monday, June 02, 2008





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Monday, October 29, 2007

broken winged birds

Monday, October 29, 2007


I finally figured out a way ...! to get one of my flash movies uploaded to youtube! My flash movies are now uploaded to my youtube site ~ link here. So, yeah, that's what that is ~ my favourite one ... maybe a little macabre. But, as she says dead birds sort of provide a metaphor for the fragility and finitude of life, existence.




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Tuesday, October 02, 2007

a heart glows in the misty darkness

Tuesday, October 02, 2007
thanx to the dearest k9 i know, i find myself listening to 12 byzantine rulers. très interessant! really. i've downloaded the full series of podcasts via itunes, but the computer i'm using now does not have itunes ... so there's an alternate link site. i'll stop being delinquent and return previous comments and write emails. for now ... expand the post to see what's on my mind today.

HINT: its visual ....

CLICK THE IMAGE TO VIEW THE ORIGINAL, MAXIMIZED VERSION

For all the time we are apart
I'll light a candle
In my heart




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Friday, May 18, 2007

the stag lives tonight

Friday, May 18, 2007

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Saturday, May 05, 2007

a breathtaking dance

Saturday, May 05, 2007
... for chickory - a kindred spirit ...



[pssst FYI - the music is 'mummer's dance' by loreena mckennitt, who happens to originally come from morden, manitoba - a small menonnite town just an hour or two from my hometown]

pssssssst - if you go to the original youtube page and view this in full screen, you will see the complete magic of this clip. enjoy it ...!

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Sunday, February 18, 2007

the sacredness of birds

Sunday, February 18, 2007
i have a sort of quiet, hidden passion for birds. really. why? they have wings. wings that take them to heights, views and places that we can only imagine. close to the heavens their wings take them. the knowledge their wings afford them gives them a sort of sacred place, i believe. and i have always sort of mythicized that birds are somehow linked to the spiritual world - carrying or guiding souls to their next destination. i feel this in my heart and soul. tho you may think me absolutely INSANE.


so ... here is are some shots i got with my cell phone last week, when i was sitting in the park, smoking a spliff. a gander came out of the pond and walked right up to me, flared his wings, opened his beak and began to honk @ me. just before he could make any sound, i spoke to him in a firm voice - told him he would not bully me. told him to lose the attitude. he closed his wings, stopped honking.


a retreat, of sorts. he lingered by me a little and these shots i got as he began to walk away.

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