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Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Please Come to Boston...

Stopped in to the Fish Shack for some

New England Clam Chowder & Fisherman's Brew.

Did you know that corgis LOVE clam chowder?

Oh yeah - they do.

Friday, January 25, 2013

Feeling Kinda Blue Today

In the studio all day today
playing with shades of
blue with white.

Partaking in a bit of bit of modern piecing,
art journaling, and preparing for PAQA's workshop,
"Navigation- Charting a Course to Your Soul,"
and drinking some Tazo.

Also spending lots of time looking out
the window... Waiting for the snow to start falling!!

They promised it was coming.
I keep waiting...
watching....
hoping.....

while stitching and listening to Dave Loggins "Apprentice."
such a great album. Please Come to Boston - such a great song.
There was a recent article about him in Blue Ridge Country magazine. I never knew he wrote "Pieces of April," (song by Three Dog Night) one of my favorite songs of all time. Reminds me of Cleveland. He is such a talented songwriter and his voice..... ahhhh... his voice. Take a listen....

I want to hide something from the humans until they are ready for it. It is the realisation that they create their own reality". The Eagle said, "Give it to me, i will take it to the moon".The creator said, "No, one day they will go there and find it".The salmon said, "I will bury it at the bottom of the ocean".The creator said, " No they will go there too".The buffalo said, "I will bury it on the great plains".The creator said, " No, they will cut the skin of the Earth and find it even there".Grandmother mole, who lives in the breast of Mother earth, and who has no physical eyes but sees with spiritual eyes said, "Put it inside of them".And the creator said, "It is done!"

Native American (Sioux) Proverb

Everything the Power of World Does - is done in a Circle....

The sky is round and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls. Birds make their nests in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours. The sun comes forth and goes down again in a circle. The moon does the same and both are round. Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing and always come back again to where they were. The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood. And so it is in everything where power moves.

Black Elk 1863-1950

Wednesday, September 18, 2013