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Tuesday, June 15, 2010

1,2,3 Like a Bird I Sing...

'Cause you've given me the most beautiful set of wings!!!

I don't know what the deal is - but I just can't manage to "sit still" long enough to do anything productive. I've been working on these dang birdies forever it seems. They were supposed to be done two weeks ago and I'm still sewing on wings! I did have to re-do them because I did not stuff them firm enough. Really firm stuffing makes all the difference in the quality. THESE BIRDIES ARE FIRM!!

I AM going to give one away - I haven't forgotten. I just need to finish it first. And because of the delay, I'm gonna add a few goodies to the prize! Giveaway will be posted Saturday night.

Besides that, life is - well, continuing. I'm finding myself in one of those "valleys" right now. Just gonna leave it at that. Hope you're enjoying "peaks" and that YOUR muse is singing!

"I'm so glad that you're here today,
'Cause tomorrow I might have to go
and fly away....... fly away......."

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

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

1,2,3 Like a Bird I Sing...

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