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about me
me? am here. my goal is this: always to put myself in the place where i am best able to serve. wherever my gifts and qualities find the best soil, the widest field of action. and to wake up each morning and from the depths of my heart thank god for goddess.
MUTO by blu
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I had a friend who was an artist and was exhausted by emptying the penny jar to pay the bills. His art was raw. It peeled off the societal blanket and expressed a taste for the vitality of existence. The life of one who stood on the edge of a c...
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heart fire
(blog entry)
the clouds split open
bearing their silver breast
a shiver running up her spine
i look into your smiling eyes
and laugh at our pretend
to think each time we meet
we itemize this new day
this new way
once again
here we are
learning
b...
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great goddess mother mansa
(blog entry)
To yerba mansa and the medicinal people that carried her spirit:
"mother dancing before the beginning,
mother dancing through the end.
by seed, by root, by stem give birth.
mystery mother of the dark waters,
beautiful mother of the green ea...
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Canyon Whispers and Our Songs
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The other day, I lay above a precipe that dropped down to the Colorado river. The great canyon walls loomed above me and I wondered how it was that it still seemed like a photograph, a dream - and yet here I was melting into the red rocks with th...
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Park Tales from "Here to There" Prescott
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There is something about the harshness of the desert that can breed a certain type of society - also stemming from the days of old where everyone and everything (man, woman, child, scorpion, snake, and cacti alike) take up arms against any and all...
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I had a friend who was an artist and was exhausted by emptying the penny jar to pay the bills. His art was raw. It peeled off the societal blanket and expressed a taste for the vitality of existence. The life of one who stood on the edge of a cliff with the bitter wind rushing against his bare chest. And I wondered then how his artistic genius had been affected by that penny jar.
I thought of my friend when I viewed the following animation made in Buenos Aires - check it out:
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the clouds split open
bearing their silver breast
a shiver running up her spine
i look into your smiling eyes
and laugh at our pretend
to think each time we meet
we itemize this new day
this new way
once again
here we are
learning
becoming
the truth within.
thank you
thank you
thank you
Sun, April 20, 2008 - 9:55 AM
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To yerba mansa and the medicinal people that carried her spirit:
"mother dancing before the beginning,
mother dancing through the end.
by seed, by root, by stem give birth.
mystery mother of the dark waters,
beautiful mother of the green earth.
all your dance mother,
all your song great goddess.
great water mother;
all flowing, all pervading.
great earth mother;
sustaining, supporting.
great air mother;
vastness beyond all bounds.
great fire mother;
our warmth, all live.
by ...
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The other day, I lay above a precipe that dropped down to the Colorado river. The great canyon walls loomed above me and I wondered how it was that it still seemed like a photograph, a dream - and yet here I was melting into the red rocks with the roar of the river pounding at on my chest. I smiled at the morning sun as it warmed my frozen fingers. A bird circled above - a flash of light in its eyes as it cocked its head towards the ground. And is it possible to love the earth as I loved i...
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There is something about the harshness of the desert that can breed a certain type of society - also stemming from the days of old where everyone and everything (man, woman, child, scorpion, snake, and cacti alike) take up arms against any and all strangers. On my early morning walk past lowered pickups with tinted windows and gunracks, pitbulls, razor edged fences, empty liquor bottles, the occasional honk, whistle, and staggering drunk, I made my way to a whimsical little creek in the park...
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