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jardim-noturno: Foto: Jorge LepesteurRainbow Gathering 2012

Wed, 02 Jan 2013 12:13:04 -0500

jardim-noturno:

Foto: Jorge Lepesteur
Rainbow Gathering 2012

Photo

Mon, 31 Dec 2012 13:33:50 -0500

Studying Witch: Definitions of Basic Essential Oil Terms (J-Z)

Mon, 31 Dec 2012 13:30:17 -0500

Studying Witch: Definitions of Basic Essential Oil Terms (J-Z):

studying-witch:

(No terms till N)

Natural- This should mean that the products contain only natural ingredients. This designation on a package label cannot be relied upon as it depends on state and national regulations.

Oleoresin- Extraction process, using selected solvents to remove vital components. Will…

Morgalynn's Murder: Detoxing herbs.

Mon, 31 Dec 2012 13:29:01 -0500

Morgalynn's Murder: Detoxing herbs. :

morgalynnsmurder:

Mangistha. To have a strong immune system, you need to clean the lymphatic system, which is the seat of our immune system. The lymphatic system is all over our bodies. It starts in our intestinal wall. It is also found in the skin and all of our organs where it acts as a toxic waste removal…

fire wheel burning in the air

Mon, 31 Dec 2012 13:28:36 -0500

fire wheel burning in the air

retrospect.

Mon, 31 Dec 2012 13:15:01 -0500

In 2012 I was given a ride….the ride of a life time. Every year I say this but this year exceeds them all as far as personal growth and healing. Many times I was given so much love and pure estatic joy from a single moment; only to be given a ride straight through the times I felt most alone and wounded. Confused and scarred, truly lost to what I wanted and what I needed….the life of those whom wander do this sometimes I am continuously told.

Either way I was given the chance to evolve and grow from my pain. To learn how I effect the entire spectrum of my own universe, as well as how I influence, manifest, and inspire those whom share this place and time with me. I feel the connection more than ever. I learned what my gifts are as well as my weaknesses, and how to pay them forward back to the universe….the gift of unconditional love and acceptance. I write this not for the reader but for myself (how all things of this sort should be written) it is my tool to remember all the laughs, songs, tears, and feelings 2012 brewed inside myself. A brew worthy of mention since today I stand taller and stronger than any previous year of my life. Traveling so far without actually physically traveling far away.

Here is my retrospect 2012….

I danced in the streets of Portland, Boston, NYC, fields of Ohio, middle of nowhere Pennsylvania, all over Vermont, and western Massachusetts. No matter whether the time was an up time or a down low moment I always found the ability to dance.

Furthur tour and all those magical moments spurring adventure somehow always out of a parking garage

Was given the opportunity to choreograph my 2nd hoop piece with my best friend and furthur given the chance to perform it on a beautiful mahogany stage with lights and a system, an audience and the whole sahhhhbang

Blessed to live in a house with my best friends, endless mountain trails, a waterfall, fireplaces, and never-ending and endless reminders of how special and beautiful life is

Slept beneath the stars and cracking embers of a loving fire countless times this summer. Endless kisses by the warm summer air. endless reminders of my connection with all through the moon, and sun kissed skin.

The way I gained strength from the wind, and how this element has so much significant meaning to me after this ride.

The self realization that I had wings, and that I could fly rather than crawl about the ground.

Lost my job, my house, my cats, my sanity, and every inch of catharsis and art I had ever created….only to realize this hard sad time was a blessing in disguise, and a new freedom was given out of it….think phoenix rising from the ashes with new life.

listened to crickets, owls, coyotes, deer, spiders, and all the other magic every night as it stirred wonder while I slipped into asleep

seeing first hand how much my friends and family loved me, and learning how much I loved them.

Understanding the power of dreams, and intuition

danced in fields of crickets and fog, endless rolling hills of mountain laurel, endless fields of love and straw. summer days, bluegrass music, and cowgirl boots

That day I was driving with Nikki and we just pulled over and ran through all those fields of flowers stirring up the pollen and making it seem like we were in some snow globe of spring…..

serenaded by my friends daily and their beautiful music, which I still haven’t found anything that even comes close to how beautiful they are.

hiking waterfalls and mountains like it was my backyard…..wait because it was our backyard.

learning natures secret magic on daily gathering with Tony. (Tony for reminding me how age means nothing, how to be free is to be free ahhh so many gifts you bestowed on me my dear friend)

finding my voice in chads basement surrounded by friends as they found the tones of their own voices (watching you all blossom into the beautiful love you are is amazing)

endless singalongs, beers, music, dancing, hooping, kitties, the music never stopped, jake obrien making me laugh beer out my nose hundreds of times.

being reminded how much having strong ladies around me could make the entire universe different….keep being the beautiful strong mamas you all are.

Finding this niche in a city I once loathed and finding inspiration and growth in even the weirdest places….think of dandelions growing out of cement and tar

Walking the warm sands of the ocean, drinking mimosas, sunrises and sunsets, and that feeling myself take that crazy leap that induces flight

Running through the flowers in the mediuns in NYC with Mwanase

Watching the flight of all my beautiful friends, and the chance to be apart of where we all came from.

Getting the chance to hula hoop for a living (still cannot believe that)

Meeting the kindred souls of a city which seemed hard for some reason….but seriously you guys are the reason I have faith in humanity. Coming from a place with such disconnection and for you to follow your soul to find this place of elevated love and compassion is so amazing.

Falling in love over and over and over and over again

starry nights and meteor showers, dogs running through fields, hula hoops, earth magic, soul music, guitars, art, dandelions, herbalism, permaculture, sean-ohs couch and the magic of that house, leveret and its different earth magic, GCC, providence, boston, Northampton all these things that have brought me here….so many things and moments all savored forever in my heart love to all of you whom shared with me these strange times as well as those who I haven’t met yet.

this is my retrospect 2012 thank you for all you have blessed me with.

may 2013 prove to be another year of breaking down walls and learning to fly

rivers and road rivers and roads rivers and roads till I reach you These simple words are...

Mon, 22 Oct 2012 09:34:14 -0400

rivers and road

rivers and roads

till I reach you

These simple words are engraved in my memory, as if a year ago we all magically brought their truth to our own lives. At a time when we were busy blasting our souls into the singing of them we somehow summoned them upon ourselves. The sweet harmonies we made and the lasting thought of us all together keeps me from drowning in these strange new times.

From the ride home from the Big up, when we ground scored a bag of pow pow and poured it onto our brothers hand. Haha we all sat around this empty field of a parking lot, blowing lines off the palm of our friend’s hand like birds sitting at a fountain to drink in the backyard. The whole ride back without a radio we played this song gladly and loudly on our little ukulele all windows down, warmth and sunshine reminding us of how sweet and amazing this life can be. ”A year from now we’ll all be gone” who would of known it was so true.

Sitting on C’s living room floor with the twenty so of us that basically lived together for the past year, with six guitars a bass and some drums. I have never sung quite as sweetly since then and it fills me with sadness knowing that I require that comfort and love to project this little voice….

-We’re not our skin of grime, we’re not our dread...

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 09:54:12 -0400

-We’re not our skin of grime, we’re not our dread bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we’re all golden sunflowers inside, blessed by our own seed & hairy naked accomplishment-bodies growing into mad black formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our eyes under the shadow of the mad locomotive riverbank sunset Frisco hilly tincan evening sitdown vision.

Allen Ginsberg

you are. can your thoughts collapse on me? seep thick into my pours with those honey coated...

Tue, 05 Jun 2012 16:03:55 -0400

you are.

can your thoughts collapse on me?

seep thick into my pours with those honey coated molecules

you can keep me awake until the moon goes down

get me drunk on the whispers of your wine soaked voice

can I remain entangled in between the spaces of your finger tips and your bed sheets

for just one more moment longer

let these thoughts of love

linger in the cracking of my soul exploding

soul vibrating with the hums of horns blasting triumph and joy

With winter’s nimble fingers used delicately against the spine of self And with soft touch bends...

Wed, 09 May 2012 11:15:25 -0400

With winter’s nimble fingers used delicately against the spine of self

And with soft touch bends this poor body down

To bend at the will of what is expected

I felt lost in a forest

that didn’t know my name

That was when I let the cold air in

Now in the tracing of the footprints in the snow

I find myselfLead back to a place where the green grass grows

I have found tumblr to be such a great release of words lately especially since I have more than I...

Tue, 03 Apr 2012 17:34:31 -0400

I have found tumblr to be such a great release of words lately

especially since I have more than I need and they seem to get me into countless amounts of trouble

so lets

crack the crust and let them flow on down

Lately I’ve come outta my funk

I’ve accepted that the world is scary, and lost and confused

I’ve just learned I don’t have to participate in that

I find myself kicking myself more than loving

and I also find myself so quick to be emotional lately

am I my own biggest bully?

is my cup so full its pouring onto the table?

who knows

lethargy is settling sediments at the bottom of this container

do I stay out of hopes that this love is golden and pure and that this is the last chance to hold my innocence in my own hands

or do I spread these beautiful wings and float on the air?

either way I am so unbelievable inspired and in love with the world both aesthetically beautiful and the not so pretty

all of life is sacred all of life was birthed from the dust of the cosmos and all of this life is...

Fri, 23 Mar 2012 13:53:00 -0400

all of life is sacred

all of life was birthed from the dust of the cosmos

and all of this life is but the most rare occurrence

a speck of sand in the desert

all of life is sacred

all of life is beautiful and rebounding

celebrate yourself

your cells ability to connect and create the walking ecology that is you

is so amazing

the connection and mutualism that coexists to create and be home to us all

love these steps of your they are yours

all of life is sacred

hum not the song of dimness but shine on in your own sparkle

in the sacred galaxy of light

and if you fear you are too late remember the phoenix and the rebirth

be grown and reborn through your ashes

all of life is sacred

watch this video if you or any girl or guy you know has ever...

Fri, 23 Mar 2012 13:50:08 -0400

watch this video if you or any girl or guy you know has ever felt they were not adequate or beautiful because they don’t look like the ridiculously fabricated women on runways, movies, and tv.

Tonight I spin fire hoop for the first...

Fri, 23 Mar 2012 13:45:32 -0400

Tonight I spin fire hoop for the first time……

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

The heart is pulled in two directions neither known by name nor clear by any means one calls from...

Mon, 13 Feb 2012 10:23:28 -0500

The heart is pulled in two directions

neither known by name nor

clear by any means

one calls from the stubborn pits of my physical desire

and the other is the spirit magic in the howl of mighty wind

both entities each a piece of all of me

how to learn to dance with them is still UN-found

My father told me inside are two wolves

one of good, pure, love and light

the other weak and full of jealous anger and envy

I asked which one was too survive

he told me whichever one I decided to feed.

today I think Im going to sit in a wide open space of earth

and let her tell me in her whispers what I am to do for her

for this cycle for us

my brain is just a jellyfish in the ocean of my head

Tue, 20 Dec 2011 16:23:59 -0500

my brain is just a jellyfish

in the ocean of my head

hear no evil speak no evil see no evil

Tue, 20 Dec 2011 16:05:37 -0500

hear no evil

speak no evil

see no evil

Photo

Tue, 20 Dec 2011 16:03:13 -0500

I don’t hate the cold any more, but accept it for what it...

Tue, 20 Dec 2011 16:02:23 -0500

I don’t hate the cold any more, but accept it for what it is….death.

Yet another unavoidable and beautiful part of life

because spring brings the reincarnation of the earth and restores her to all her majesty.

So embrace what you are and do not let it bring you down even though its freakin freazin! freakie freaky

heard this on my way to class today mmm I wish i could send you the finger picking too by: Bob...

Tue, 20 Dec 2011 15:56:31 -0500

heard this on my way to class today mmm I wish i could send you the finger picking too

by: Bob Dylan

Buckets of rain
Buckets of tears
Got all them buckets coming out of my ears
Buckets of moonbeams in my hand
You got all the love honey baby
I can stand.

I been meek
And hard like an oak
I seen pretty people disappear like smoke
Friends will arrive friends will disappear
If you want me honey baby
I’ll be here.

I like your smile
And your fingertips
I like the way that you move your hips
I like the cool way you look at me
Everything about you is bringing me
Misery.

Little red wagon
Little red bike
I ain’t no monkey but I know what I like
I like the way you love me strong and slow
I’m taking you with me honey baby
When I go.

Life is sad
Life is a bust
All ya can do is do what you must
You do what you must do and ya do it well
I’ll do it for you honey baby
Can’t you tell?