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| Hoody (with or without Birch Twig) In Honor of the Reindeer Goddess who sheds her antlers after giving birth each spring |
Monday, January 12, 2015
Friday, September 7, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
effortless endeavor: A Harbinger of Peace
effortless endeavor: A Harbinger of Peace: "Hawks have gotten a 'bad rap' Doves are not the only bringers of Peace 'the peace that passes all understanding' does not only belong to o..."
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
fine lines...
Is there a 'fine line' that separates drawing from painting?
Is this a distinction that still exists today in the art world?
Is there an art world?
It dawned on me, that the whole of my life experiencing... is immersed in dissolving perceived boundaries
What is primary?
My burning heart's desire has, always been, always will be... to seek pure expression of IT. Directly, without concepts, theories and ideas .
What I "thought" I had imagined or devised... in my art play of the past, turns out Now, to be exactly that... made without any filters, limits, constructs...indeed, without thoughts!
Direct experience full-filled with marks
marks made with whatever medium available... honoring the sacredness of paper
When did your self, as child, become an adult? Is that imaginary line ever truly crossed?
Our essential nature is free to express its true love of Life!
through making our marks
:Doreen Connors
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| weaver of tides |
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
inwards
some reach for the road
and words or philosophies,
in the quiet, hidden moments of need.
some look at antique pastures,
cave paintings,
or silent soliloquoys,
some take time to reach
their hidden moments of need.
all things are equal in this world
said one to some,
said one to another,
we all melt the same
in the face of the fire,
or freeze, in the first of the snows.
some take a measure
at the days end
some more than others,
some turn the torchlight inwards
for what remains unseen
in the quiet, silent, hour of need.
~ written by les king
{see more of les king's poetry here }
and words or philosophies,
in the quiet, hidden moments of need.
some look at antique pastures,
cave paintings,
or silent soliloquoys,
some take time to reach
their hidden moments of need.
all things are equal in this world
said one to some,
said one to another,
we all melt the same
in the face of the fire,
or freeze, in the first of the snows.
some take a measure
at the days end
some more than others,
some turn the torchlight inwards
for what remains unseen
in the quiet, silent, hour of need.
~ written by les king
{see more of les king's poetry here }
Monday, May 30, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
living in gentleness
a deep sense of gratitude is held for 'the All' of lifetime experiences... from the moment of birth
the past is completely transmuted/changed...all the 'baby' steps taken (from the 'beginning of life' as a baby) moving in to one's life... are 'literally' changed/transformed...seen in a completely new light
only great fullness remains without any regrets or sadness
for me, to see that from the moment we are born....that Life *simply* happens to us... this was the doorway open for Gratitude to come in...
to see that from the moment we are born, every movement is without a choice...
the first lie told is not coming out of 'choice'....it is coming from a place withIn that fears the pain of 'love being removed'...so to speak...
we have no choice to remove ourselves from the environment/care giving situation that we find ourselves in... and so one automatic step leads to the next....and so on... in to our life situations... "building" our lives through the conditioning that is never anyone's choice... until awareness sets In!!
Holding the awareness of this through our heart...is crucial to resting in awareness in the field of Now
the grace of gratitude is the fuel that maintains the fire of awareness
the body/person/essence is in a constant resting place...In Love (the formless dimension)
Love is elevated way beyond the egoic sense of love... Love *Is* the Now
bit by bit the old story of the past is brand new
a tale of nothing but Joy to be told
(seems crazy to the mind, yet it is true)
the Heart takes over completely and runs the show...beautifully!
the child reclaims her eyes of wonder
she is re-born In her 'birthright' of unconditional Love
~ * ~
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Voice from the Heart: melding hearts
Voice from the Heart: melding hearts: "in truth/reality We forgive every human for its 'history' and current unconsciousness, insanity... from Now, the space of Being forgiven..."
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