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I have permission to be quiet and still
to lay vertical on the earth below
allowing the song birds to sing me
into sweet reverie.

Swirling, I begin to dance
Flushed cheeks covered in thought kisses
from others I've tucked away
for moments like these.

I fall to my knees thanking him
for the hurt I allowed him to bring me,
and her, for the behind the back slurs.
I weave them into the blanket of lessons
I wrap around my bones,
giving myself comfort of the golden jewels
that were only wearing the masks of misfortune.

I choose Thanksgiving.

A moment from my heart, prompted by Liberated Lines.  Join the movement here.  #liberatedlines


The other day I received a love package from a sweet soul sister.  It was one of those unexpected packages that nearly brings you to tears, it was filled with so much love.  My heart was swollen thinking of the connection that I have with this dear friend, and missing her so much.  The pretties she sent were way to beautiful to not share.  They are all trinkets she found along her journey from Oregon, New Mexico, Scotland and the ocean. 

The beautiful vintage necklace below she found in Astoria Oregon.  I think its one of the most amazing vintage necklaces Ive ever laid eyes on, the way it opens up.  She put in pics of me and James and our sun signs.  So thoughtful and special.

This book below blew my mind with its beauty.  Written in 1971 in San Francisco, and beautiful illustrated with line drawings for each herb.  It has very interesting descriptions of the herbs histories, and what they were used for throughout the ages.  She got it for me after reading that I was going to be taking an apothecary class this next year.  It could not be more perfect, or feel more like home to me.  This is a book I will treasure for a lifetime, and pass down to my children.  Here is a peek at some of the loveliness inside...

One other thing she included in the package was one of her favorite poems she had written out.  The title of the poem 'river' is a special bond between us, from Joni Mitchell.  This poem is by Carol Ann Duffy, and its beautiful.  I hung it on my special wall that is next to my computer, where I can see it often.  Right under my mama.

by Carol Ann Duffy

Down by the river, under the trees, love waits for me
to walk from the journeying years of my time and arrive.
I part the leaves and they toss me a blessing of rain.

The river stirs and turns, consoling and fondling itself
with watery hands, its clear limbs parting and closing.
Grey as a secret, the heron bows its head on the bank.

I drop my past on the grass and open my arms, which ache
as though they held up this heavy sky, or had pressed
against the window glass all night as my eyes sieved the stars;

open my mouth, wordless at last, meeting love at last, dry
from travelling so long, shy of a prayer.  You step from the shade, 
and I feel love come to my arms and cover my mouth, feel

my soul swoop and ease itself into my skin, like a bird
threading a river.  Then I can look full in the face, see
who you are I have come this far to find, the love of my life.

I am following along Marissa's Grateful Project, and even though I have not been consistent with it, I would say this is a big one for me.  Im so grateful to have a handful of friends in my life that I have such a deep soulful connection with.  Although we dont see each other very often, the love is always there, and I am so grateful for it. 

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A New Blog for my Words.

This morning I created a new blog. Do you see the image of this book on the left sidebar? You can click on it anytime to view the blog, or you can follow it, since it is its own entity...

I have always loved writing, I used to write alot more when I was younger. Here and there it comes back to me. I was given this beautiful book by my friend Renea who turned it into a journal for me, and I have began filling the pages. And I decided to open up the book to you.

I know alot of people choose to keep their lives private. And of course, there are things I choose to keep private as well. But for the most part, I am an open book. I believe that is the only way to really connect with people. To truly get to know someone, not just the outer appearances of who you think someone is. That is not knowing them. And once you start opening up to people, you will always find similarities in trials and triumphs, all over the world, all walks of life, we are all human, and experience the same emotions.

So, for those of you who care to just read and not look at pictures... here is another side of me. A more inner side, one that truly connects with my surroundings and the unknown.