Maybe you had to be there but recently we had a huge wind storm. Everything was being thrashed about and I was hoping that my patio canopy would not fly away or tear. The next morning I was totally amazed because the blond ash tree on the other side of the house had distributed its many-leafed leaflets in an even pattern all over my garden. I was picking them up in accordance to the pattern instead of looking for them with my eyes as some of the leaflets were aligned with other plants so well that I wouldn't have seen them except for knowing about the pattern. My impression is that the wind storm was intelligent and knew it was putting a blanket on my garden, as it is designed to do.
On another note, sometimes I surf the web and read different (read weird) pages out there. Sometimes an idea will stick in my head and I can't shake it out. This is the one that wants to sprout in my brain and grow: When all of mankind decides to outlaw war, a free energy source will be revealed to help us propel creatively into the future without destroying our planet at the same time. I guess this is me being forward minded.
I'm painting a vortex on my round kitchen table with my left over paints. It's a reminder of the energy system that holds all of my dreams. May you receive the dreams you have placed in the vortex as well.
Let's have a love affair with planet earth and all of it's inhabitants. Then we would never poison it with chemical fertilizers, pesticides or fracking solutions. It can be healthy using natural means. Blessings to you and all.
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Saturday, January 21, 2012
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Someone Has to Hold the High Ground
I see a beautiful and healthy planet with happy and joyful people who celebrate their life in an ever-expansive creativity. All problems have been brought to the light and healed forever. What fun to be alive. How blessed we are, eternally.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Yearly Cycles

Thoughts germinate
From winter's mulled wine,
And light beams of the springtime sun
to multiply and divide,
until a full birth manifests
Our idea into reality.
Success is in summer fields
when we dance under shiny stars
to the music of our joy.
Divine results are obtained.
All is swelled and overrun,
Plenty stored and shared.
Swift cleans the place,
Soon time to drift and dream
Relax. drink wine, and start all over again . . .
Saturday, October 23, 2010
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