patience is a virtue..

Tongva Creation Story

Shena — Fri, 27 Jun 2008 22:23:28 GMT

By request: the story told at the land blessing at Alma. The Tongva are the indigenous peoples of Catalina island. Tongva means ‘the people of the earth’, because they understand the way of creating harmony with the earth. ------------------------------- In the Tongva creation story, like all creation stories, in the beginning there was chaos. From this chaos emerged the one god, Quaoar. He was sorrowed by the emptiness in existence and began to dance, whirl, and twirl all about while he sang the Song of Creation. Out of this melody began to form other beings - first was the god of sky, Weywot. Next emerged Chehooit, who became Goddess of the Earth. These two new deities joined in the dance and created the Grandfather Sun and Grandmother Moon, Tamit and Moar. Together the 5 gods danced and sang, and as each unique divine being joined in, the song became more complex and intricate. Soon the Goddess of the Sea, Manit, and the Lord of dreams and visions, Manisar, were created; and when they joined in the Bringer of Foods and Harvests, Tukupar Itar, was manifested, and then Tolmolak, the Sky Coyote, and finally Shishongna, the Goddess of the Underworld, joined in the singing. These divine beings danced and sang together, creating everything else into existence: they furnished the world with hills, mountains, trees, and rivers. They sang into existence the plants and animals, and finally the first man and the first woman to walk the physical plane. This story of creation, manifested through song and dance, is like the tree of life, which begins with one seed and branches off, fractals into fractals, into more unique and specialized beings. This can be seen in creation stories of all cultures, like the Kabalah tree of life, with branches descending into lower and lower vibrations from heaven until they hit the physical plane and are able to manifest life on earth. This is the portal we create when we align our bodies with heaven and earth - and like each branch of the tree, though we are unique and specialized, we each at all times possess an inner connection to each other, and to the source. And the Tongva are referred to not only as the people of the earth, but the dancers - because they understand that dance is the way of creation, the way of creating harmony with the earth, of aligning ourselves with the heavens, of dealing with sorrow, with new beginnings, and of celebrating events. ---- * picture: i love this one, we all feed each other the fruit of life, through our offerings!

Prepare to clone yourself...

Shena — Mon, 12 May 2008 04:33:31 GMT

cause as sick as that lineup looks, i just saw the workshop and Temple of Consciousness schedules, and they are insane! Can I please be everywhere at once? ~Calm in the midst of lightning stands the cause of lightning!~

The water blessing is on its way

Shena — Mon, 05 May 2008 17:50:41 GMT

the rivers will clear the fire will be lit

Green Party

Shena — Fri, 02 May 2008 03:14:54 GMT

http://www.lime.com/live_change/story/19736/green_party ~ wow, that party sounds pretty cool! ~ -------------------------------------- LIGHTNING IN A BOTTLE May 23-May 26, 2008, Santa Barbara, CA Headcount: 4,500 Fave Five: Yard Dog’s Road Show, Lucent Dossier Vaudeville Cirque, Stanton Warriors, Bassnector, West Indian Girl. The Vibe: A user-generated fest to the fullest, don’t expect to be a wallflower at this psychedelic summer camp weekend of art, music, dance, organic eats and camping amongst the trees. Don your most fabulous finery, and get ready to meet your new big green happy family. Unique to LIB: Through solar art, eco-workshops and stages constructed from bamboo, rattan and recycled materials, LIB makes eco-awareness an interactive process that leaves visitors with new methodologies to integrate into daily life. This year, they’re especially stoked about their Free Water Initiative, enabling festival-goers to eschew disposables and fill up for free. Check out the Green Ticketing package which includes an LIB Kleen Kanteen, carbon offsets for transportation, and automated grouping into carpool forums based on your zip code.

Where I work, what I do, my bosses...

Shena — Wed, 30 Apr 2008 02:44:57 GMT

http://link.brightcove.com/services/player/bcpid1480107384?bctid=1520957139 I <3 my job and my bosses.

Coachella sneak preview...

Shena — Wed, 23 Apr 2008 05:54:11 GMT

iz good. very very good. I love sweatin' with my family, packed together in our McMansion tent ghetto - its where the party's at! How do these creations just keep getting more and more amazing? It's the ramp up for LIB, and I'm just realizing I barely had an inkling just how explosive it's gonna be... cockadoodledoo sunrise bamboo, orange moonrise and steamroller surprise; docking space stations on our vegetable patch - plus we all get to sort our own damned trash! bascetti 'n eggs 'n 2 minute yoga legs grass between my toes as the leaf pod grows, hella long poles hella tight holes ripped seams dream machine sake sunset friction forklift stitch stretch screw set sweat sit smoke smile ... onion bloom, dark side of the moon; a moment of pause as the heated sun withdraws - Day 1 for the Do ... k, yeah. i'm ready for part two.

Winter Solstice

Shena — Sun, 23 Dec 2007 11:20:08 GMT

cold creek / saddle peak ~ shena ~ reigns forbs unseen over mountain top made invisible with a winter storm a winter rain now in the river tail twitching of autumn memories constant companion I see spring warms my lap by David

gratitude

Shena — Fri, 23 Nov 2007 07:00:53 GMT

Is it just me, or is this thanksgiving totally out of control amazing and full of love? It has been so intense for me all day, sometimes I felt the need to just turn away from locking eyes or seeing a beautiful face because it was so overwhelming in emotion. Tonight someone was looking at me from across the prayer circle as we gave thanks, and I felt like she could see straight into my soul, the very core of my being, and recognize who I am. That deep remembrance... it was everywhere. it's so present. Just a look and I fall apart. Reality is powerful. I am so thankful for all the gifts my friends have given me today, and for the moments people have shared with me as they too shed their tears, all in gratitude of community. Connection. It is everything. I am awestruck by its omnipresence and its potency. I realized two days ago that my friends, my community, gives me everything. Everything I want, and more importantly, everything I didn't even know I wanted. To live the dream, all I have to do is live. How is it that I keep receiving? I can't really attribute it to something about me, but only the amazing being of those that just keep giving to me for some crazy reason. Giving is scary. Giving emotionally and unconditionally for five years has left me feeling depleted...yet I know I have so much more. Infinite. Giving tangible things is also scary when you constantly have to make the trade off - between the 'other' and the 'self'. I look at these beautiful flowers next to me ...a gift... A decision. This next year I'm going to give tangibly, every time I think of something without letting fears of cost, budgets, or time hold me back. What if I want to give someone something and I run out of time for myself? What IF I keep wanting to buy things for people and don't even have any money left to eat? What if? But what if I didn't.. You can never know how much you have until you try to give all you've got. And how could I live my life without knowing the depth of my riches? And all that from just the beautiful gift of a flower.

..and some more thoughts on the thrush and Dia de los Muertos

Shena — Fri, 02 Nov 2007 16:57:17 GMT

Dying is an art; a beautiful, difficult skill to learn. We must practice dying throughout our lifetimes so that when the time comes, we are ready. Dying is one of the most important (if not the most important) moments of our lives, and thus we should never jump into it unpracticed and scared, not knowing where we are going, what it's going to be like, what to do. This is why monks spend their entire lives meditating about death, envisioning the release, practicing the feeling of letting go of attachment and coming into warmth and freedom. This is why in indigenous cultures the elders know when they are going to die, and know where they are going to die, and when the time comes they set off into the hills or the cave or wherever it is that they know is the place for them to die. Because they have practiced it and meditated on it their entire lives - they envisioned these beautiful places and went through the steps of walking there, releasing from their body, and smoothly letting go and into the light. If unpracticed, the soul will get scared and lost and possibly trapped between realms, unsure what to do. This is why we go through the battles we do in our lifetimes, experience loss and change and transformation. Because the more we must deal with it the more practiced we get at embracing it, feeling the warmth from it, walking steadily forward toward whatever is beyond even though something severely tumultulous and confusing, possibly disheartening, just occurred. We must visualize and feel beautiful surroundings in these moments, envision the place where we will go to die, so that we don't die in sudden, horrid places - knowing where we will die will allow us to go to that beautiful mountain or stream on the day that we have prepared and allow it to manifest in a beautiful way. And today on the Dia de Los Muertos we help the souls who were scared and didn't know which way to go and maybe had gotten trapped, to feel warm and comforted and secure in taking a strong step toward the light - and embrace the unknown. We're going to have a little ceremony and procession by the Hopi circle to honor those that were lost, and practice walking to that other realm - practice feeling warmth and purpose and no fear, only love, when we take those steps.

the finch and the spotted thrush

Shena — Fri, 02 Nov 2007 16:53:24 GMT

Today I was sitting at my desk and looking out the window at the ocean, and saw some wings flutter past and heard a loud sudden thump. I went to the door and a little brown and white spotted thrush was lying unconscious on the ground. I hoped he was just in coma and would get up, but could feel his soul escaping. I sang to him and put my hands around him to heal him like with the finch, but it felt like air escaping, then empty. I said some words for him and asked the earth to take him into her, and for him not to be scared as they once again became one. I went out to the garden and dug a hole in the compost and put him inside. I sang with some of the attendees - a blue jay, a snake, a lizard and a few other chirping birds. It was amazing how light he was when I brought him over to bury him. Air. Just beautiful colorful feathers and his now empty shell, which just moments ago was full of life as he was flying over the mountain. The end of life is so sudden. With a loud thump. But at least at that moment he was soaring in the blue sky, free and happy. I told Eric about it and he said he had found two other thrushes on the ground that morning that had flown into their house. Very strange, startling. If the omen of the lost little finch last week brought the fires, I wonder what this means... hopefully it is just a continuation of the theme of transformation.. albeit a bit more intense. Today I am grateful that I am still breathing after my own neck broke with a sudden thump. The veil between life and the after life is so thin. **photo: earth vs. fire, the arbitrary burn line on the land where the fire stopped and vegetation prevailed

A Rain Dance Reminder

Shena — Thu, 25 Oct 2007 14:56:04 GMT

This is a Sioux legend which reminds me what i've forgotten to do when asking for rain, which is what i am best at - being silly and happy dancing around the fire! I find it interesting if you use 'fear' interchangebly with 'fire': There once was a time when it did not rain for a great many months. The Prairie turned brown from the Sun, and the Great River that nurtured the land began to dry up. The Plants struggled against the dry Earth to breath and grow, while the Animals became weak and could not hunt. All the while the People waited, looking towards the sky and wondering what they had done to bring such misfortune upon themselves. While the People waited, Fear grew. This Fear grew so quickly that in a very short time it began to spread across the entire Prairie, choking out everything and everyone in its path until at last it covered all but one very small place in the Prairie where only the Children and the Old Ones would sit and play together. When Fear came to the place where the Old Ones and the Children sat playing, it stopped. One of the Children looked up from where it had been playing and asked, "What is this thing that has come to visit us?" "It is Fear," said one of the Old Ones. "Does it want to play?", asked the Children. "Fear has forgotten how to play," said the Old Ones. The Children were very sad to learn that Fear had forgotten how to play. They began to talk amongst themselves about how this could be dealt with. Finally, the Children decided that if they were to have a Great Dance then perhaps Fear could learn how to play again. They went to the Old Ones and asked if the Old Ones would teach them the songs that Children should know if they were going to have a Great Dance with Fear. Because the Old Ones had once been Children themselves, they knew that it would be impossible to try and talk the Children out of Dancing with Fear. Besides, they were happy to be useful once again, and it was good to sing their songs and hear young voices learning the melodies and words. At some point in all of this teaching, no one is really sure quite when, the Children and the Old Ones began their Dance with Fear. The sounds of the Singing and the Dancing echoed across the empty Prairie. Soon the Wind carried these songs to the homes of the People. Little by little, the People made their way across the dying land until they came to the place where the Children and the Old Ones were Dancing. When the People arrived, they could not believe what they saw. The Children were Singing and Dancing in a Great Circle and the Old Ones were Singing and Dancing in an even Greater Circle around them and in the center of this Circle they saw Fear. The Children and the Old Ones called out to the People, "Come join us, we are Dancing with Fear!" One by one the People joined the Great Circle. Soon all of the People were Singing and Dancing. Fear could no longer keep still. As Fear started to Dance, Tears began to pour out of its eyes and laughter began to live in Fear's heart. The Children and the Old Ones and the People all began to Cry along with Fear. The Wind heard all of the Singing and Dancing and Crying and came to see what was happening. Soon the Wind joined the Great Circle and all of them were Singing and Dancing and Crying together. The Wind carried the Singing and Dancing and Crying back out across the Prairie to invite all of the Plants and Animals to come join in the Great Dance with Fear. Soon these Tears were falling down like rain all across the Prairie, filling the Great River and giving Life back to the places where Fear had once walked. As long as the Great Circle remains unbroken, there are those who know that there will be a home for the children of Fear, and a place for the Rainmakers to play.

Please take a moment to pray for rain

Shena — Mon, 22 Oct 2007 23:59:05 GMT

The beautiful pictures I took of the deer standing by the hopi circle on the Wright ranch just a few days ago... I pray that it will all be in tact in a few days and we can all return to our homes and I have a job and my office family has their beds. The reality of it all is too close, the actual possibility of the universe knocking me on my ass with no home and no job. I don't know what I'd do if the Wrights lost their home, it would be too devastating to comprehend. I think about the finch and Charlie and wish I had heeded them more when they were freaking out, knowing that it was coming. I wish I had the perception the animals have, I wish we could all communicate with them and understand what they see, and take care of them. I see the house on the hill above the Wright land on the news right now... and our main client's place on Rambla Pacifica. Be calm.. be still.. I ask fire to halt right here... and think of the hundreds of places and people for whom it is already too late. All I can feel is that I don't want my family to be those people. I don't want my beautiful little shack to be one of those homes.

Red Winds Here

Shena — Mon, 22 Oct 2007 03:47:19 GMT

It's eerily quiet out there once again. Warm, and the wind is blowing really hard. No cars on the road, most have made their way out of the canyon. I don't hear any of the critters except the crickets... I wonder where the coyotes will go. Where has Charlie gone? Looks like no work tomorrow... the fire trucks are staying there overnight, I hope they hold it. The cycle of death continues... I heard of 3 more deaths today. The vegetation is burning and renewing. Hungry for transformation. Packing my stuff now and making it down the mountain. Gonna find someplace to sleep. Love.

Red Winds A Comin'

Shena — Fri, 19 Oct 2007 21:46:45 GMT

"..those hot dry winds that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen." **************************************** ~photo - sunset at the office~ Since I moved into my shack in the canyon and started working at the top of the mountain, I've not only come to better understand and become much more connected with nature - the semi-forced separation has sort of turned her into my best friend and my teacher. She teaches me a lot; often when I have something that is bothering me, as I drive up the spine of the dragon from home to work in the morning, the stunning beauty speaks to me and it is in these moments that I have 'aha' revelations, and visions which solve the problem and tell me the direction to head in. I've learned to talk to her out loud. As I drive through the mountains I tell her how utterly beautiful she is - she looks completely different every day, and it's always a new spectacular show. I tell her 'wow, you are *so* beautiful today', incredulous how every day she impresses me more than the last. While freezing in the mud during the lucent film shoot I huddled to the earth and thanked her for being warm, and then when I could get out, ran to the sun and stood there so relieved, saying 'thank you sun! You're the best, you're soo warm and you come every day, reliably, always on time - forever! You are so good to us.' The little frogs hang out with me in the shower and I'll come in and say hey little guys, and they chill with me as I soap up, and we chat. The coyotes howl a lot and I say hi to them and the foxes as I drive by, the raccoons come to my bedroom door and climb on my car, the tree squirrels wistle at work, and Charlie the deer and his friends come to eat in the orchard while we eat lunch. Even the bobcat hangs out on his rock to come visit us, and we warn the bunnies and they all scatter. I find that while animals used to be scared of me, they'll just come right up to me now for a little visit. Or maybe it's the other way around - maybe I get them more and they know I'm no longer afraid. She also teaches me to trust. When I first moved here a few months ago and could feel her craving, how dry it was, I needed the water so bad. I asked for it to rain, and as my skin felt like it ached to be nourished and Charlie and all the critters would come down looking for water, I worried that it would not rain - that I was too little and powerless for my request to have any effect. I waited a few days, and I woke up one morning *knowing* that it would rain. I felt the message. I did a rain dance that night, but the next morning when I awoke it had not rained. I was disappointed that I was so wrong, something that I thought I *knew* - she told me it would rain, how could i be so wrong about the messages? Maybe I am fooling myself and indeed just a little She. After all it hadn't rained for seasons. That night she told me to Trust. She said it with a capital T. I wanted to trust, but was scared that I could still be wrong. The next day I let go completely. An exhale, surrender, exhaustion - and as I looked out the window at the ocean in this moment of acceptance and thought how beautiful she looked, a rain drop fell on the window. And I cried. And it rained. So two nights ago when I woke up in the middle of the night to my doors open and creaking, and warm wind blowing in my room, I trusted my feeling - something is up. It was like someone new had come into my room. Everything was just a bit eerie and offbalance. I stepped outside to shut my doors and it was the warmest night I'd ever felt in Topanga. Warm and quiet. No coyotes, no raccoons. The Santa Anas. It sort of explains the whole deer slaughtering episode I unexpectedly witnessed out my window, looking up the hill with the fog rolling in and I see the people I live with dragging a buck in by his antlers, hanging him by a tree, flashes of knives in the moonlight and some murmuring.. then slicing him down and ripping his guts out, arms bloodied up to the elbows. It was like I had changed channels by accident and ended up in a different time and place. And when the fog cleared and sun rose it was back to normal again. Then I came into work this morning and a bird was waiting for me on my desk. I don't know what it was, but it had the taste of another eerie foreshadowing, and he went kinda crazy on me as I helped him get outside. After lunch I walked toward the door and saw a yellow finch standing by the door waiting. I opened the door, stepped out and said hello, and he didn't fly off. Strange. I came closer and he kept looking at me expectantly, mouth opening and closing like he was trying to talk but had no voice. I asked what was wrong and sat with him, put my hand out - he looked me right in the eyes trying to tell me something. He was scared, and although I knew I wasn't supposed to touch him, I started stroking him and to my surprise it actually calmed him right down. I sang to him and stroked him, and then held my hands out around him and looked past his eyes, right into his soul. I showed mine to his and tried to connect, tried to send healing love. I would gather it up inside and then shoot it out my hands, and to my utter astonishment each time I shot it out my hands, his eyes would roll back and close for a second, each time more and more, as if I were actually touching him, stroking him to calmness. Soon he closed his eyes completely, hypnotized, and I stood there softly singing and holding my hands there as he healed. Unfortunately someone came up behind me just then and his eyes flared open, he looked wildly around and tried to fly away, hitting the deck roof over and over. I knew it was time for him to leave so I guided him out and he flew out to the mountain... and I wondered where he was going. The critters around here are all going a bit cuckoo, getting scared, preparing for some strong dry winds. It feels electric to me. Eerie, but exciting... I'm looking forward to it.. whatever happens..

NEED LIB SUSTAINABILITY PICS!!!

Shena — Wed, 03 Oct 2007 19:57:11 GMT

I have zero. It's awful. Anything that has a good pic of sustainability initiatives, workshops, the stage decorations, anything to do with nature, the creek, a picture of a tree or even a blade of grass. I'm seriously lacking in the documentation department. Anyone seen any? Please point me to any links or send me files!! shena@thedolab.com

Equinox in Balance

Shena — Thu, 20 Sep 2007 23:46:27 GMT

"This is a time whent he world hangs in balance. Now day and night are equal, in perfect balance, and we give thought to the balance and flow within our own lives. We toast the good seasons which have gone,a nd the good seasons yet to come..." As always the timing of the earth is in perfect timing with the rhythm of my life. I've been through a whirlwind of change, uproot, awakening, inspiration, and planting of the seeds of the future. I look fondly at the past but stand poised on the axis, balanced at this moment of calm , just before it tips and flows to the future filled with creation from inside, me, Ix, magic, and blooming of the earth. To my friends who have asked and would like to attend, the Equinox Celebration on the Wright land is this Sat. the 22nd, details as follows: 5-9pm, ceremony just before sunset at 6:30 at the medicine wheel, potluck following ceremony. Please bring: favorite food dish to share, warm clothing, musical instruments / drums, $10-20 donation, please leave pets at home If you can't make it I look forward to seeing your beautiful face in the near future. *Photo: Equinox sunrise, Loughcrew Cairn, Ireland

Making biofuel from your car emissions

Shena — Wed, 25 Jul 2007 17:27:50 GMT

This is awesome, driving around and the pollutive emissions from your car are captured to create more energy! Extremely encouraging... http://www.treehugger.com/files/2007/07/how_to_make_biofuel.php

trust.

Shena — Tue, 24 Jul 2007 04:46:45 GMT

and then it rained.

Standing on My Mountain

Shena — Mon, 11 Jun 2007 02:11:26 GMT

Made up my mind to make a new start going to California with an aching in my heart. Someone told me there's a girl out there with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair. Took my chances on a big jet plane - never let them tell you that they're all the same. The sea was red and the sky was grey, wondered how tomorrow could ever follow today. The mountains and the canyons started to tremble and shake As the children of the sun began to awake. Seems that the wrath of the Gods got a punch on the nose and it started to flow; I think I might be sinking. Throw me a line if I reach it in time I'll meet you up there where the path runs straight and high. Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams, Telling myself it's not as hard, hard, hard as it seems

Heading for the Clouds

Shena — Wed, 30 May 2007 03:37:06 GMT

Falling down, but the world is upside down. Yesterday a friend was talking to me about my past journeys... massive wealth and world influence at my fingertips working in nuclear and petroleum, relationships with power and verbal promises of always being taken care of...severing those sleezy ties to settle for just pretty good wealth and an influential job... to spending all of that money towards achieving my position now, and the next step - zero wealth, no security, and just me and the tipi and the mountain. He stared at me and said... 'i dont understand. why? why would you ever do that.' I honestly have no better words of explanation and feeling than the ultimate hypnotizer and lullaby composer, Muse: Birds flying high Sun in the sky Reeds drifting on by ~You know how I feel ;-) Fish in the sea River running free Blossom in the trees You know how I feel Dragonfly out in the sun Butterflies all having fun You know how I feel Stars when you shine Scent of the pine ~freedom is mine~ It's a new dawn a new day a new life for me *And I'm Feeling Good*

Green Bytes of the Day

Shena — Wed, 23 May 2007 04:29:39 GMT

The Good: - A pretty cool solar skyscraper in Dubai called 'The Lighthouse': http://www.treehugger.com/files/2007/05/the_lighthouse.php#1 - Interactive oil depletion Atlas (only a few more years to go!): http://www.lastoilshock.com/map.html - What scientiests think trees in the first forests EVER looked like: http://www.livescience.com/environment/070418_first_tree.html -California's better than France (or at least greener): http://www.livescience.com/environment/070521_green_policy.html - People are willing to pay 5% more for green energy: http://www.latimes.com/news/science/environment/la-fi-consumerbriefs20.4may20,1,3749588.story?track=rss -NYC taxis are going hybrid by 2012 (i guess its a good first step): http://www.livescience.com/environment/070522_ap_green_taxis.html The Bad: -1/6 European mammals on the out and out, 1/4 marine mammals: http://environment.newscientist.com/article.ns?id=dn11905&feedId=earth_rss20 -Arctic melting faster than models predicted: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/sci/tech/6610125.stm -Recent CO2 rises are worse than the worst-case scenario: http://environment.newscientist.com/article.ns?id=dn11899&feedId=earth_rss20 The Ugly: - Leaders are so excited to blow all our money on nuclear: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/politics/6681377.stm

Only a day or two more to vote!

Shena — Wed, 25 Apr 2007 14:07:19 GMT

LIB poster contest http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=85954680&blogID=257042465&Mytoken=D8CE58D6-C8E5-4756-9D96615F802ABB8C37727932

Got an extra seat to LIB from SF?

Shena — Tue, 24 Apr 2007 14:32:29 GMT

I finally convinced my bff from high school to come to LIB! This girl has known me since i was 4 feet tall, and is one o f the main sources of my spazziness. I am soo excited for her to meet all you beautiful people, it's exactly what she needs since she's been stuck in Armenia for the past two years on a depressing Peace Corps mission, that has sucked all the childlike energy and wonder out of her. She needs a ride down and back from SF, and I wanted to check here before posting on the LIB forum bc I want her to go with someone that I know will m ake her feel at home straight away. Anyone coming down from SF with an ext ra seat, or know anyone coming down? She can leave thurs. night / fri morn ing but has to be back in time for work mon. morning.

and enter the Green Central Castle of Enchantment

Shena — Mon, 16 Apr 2007 14:23:49 GMT

that... was... ridiculously perfect and beyond words... sacred sacred sacred... holy mother of FUGg.. thank you REGEN. thank you for those who shared that sacred space and experience with us... every second pure mind blowing magic. Gratitude to the fire, sky stick, rain drop blessings, sun kisses, dandelion fractals, love shacks and tree homes. Wisdom I will keep forever... more pics http://shena.smugmug.com/gallery/2719697#144243789

It's all coming up goddess.

Shena — Thu, 12 Apr 2007 07:24:37 GMT

I FINALLY found out what my moon sign is! I never really felt like a Leo, and everyone always said 'what's your moon sign'? So i've been trying to find out forever, and my mother was finally able to find out what time I was born. My moon sign is Aries! Everything makes so much more sense now, I am such Aries. Wreckless, passionate, emotional, loyal, impatient, ambitious, active, 'take charge'. Aries and Leo....kinda scary combination. Watch out. http://www.astrology-online.com/aries.htm Aries LIKES : -Action -Coming in first -Challenges -Championing Causes -Spontaneity DISLIKES -Waiting Around -Admitting Failure -No opposition -Tyranny -Other peoples advice ;) What do you think? Aries in me?