July 31, 2009

shines around me

across the universe

Composição: Lennon / McCartney

Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,
They slither while they pass they slip away across the universe.
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind,
Possessing and caressing me.

Jai guru deva, Om.

Nothing's gonna change my world,
Nothing's gonna change my world,
Nothing's gonna change my world,
Nothing's gonna change my world.

Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes,
They call me on and on across the universe.
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box,
They tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe

Jai guru deva, Om.

Nothing's gonna change my world,
Nothing's gonna change my world,
Nothing's gonna change my world,
Nothing's gonna change my world.

Sounds of laughter, shades of love are ringing through my opened ears,
Inciting and inviting me.
Limitless undying love, which shines around me like a million suns,
And calls me on and on across the universe.

Jai guru deva...

July 30, 2009

Bounty of the Harvest

Some people lovingly turn farm-fresh goodies into tasty, made-from-scratch delights that remind you of Aunt Bea in her Mayberry kitchen.

Others plant and nurture a garden, and enjoy the fruits of their labor with an intimacy that only comes from knowing your food since it was just a seed/ling.

I browse the worldwide web, and bring you these:

from NeoVintage -

from Boondock G -

olive oil soap: apple orchard

olive oil soap: blueberry sage

olive oil soap: pineapple cilantro

and finally, from Sudlow -

i want this
(it is almost my birthday!)

July 29, 2009

Window Shopping (or) "It's the Day Before Payday, and Lookin' is Free!"

soap, doggie-style

ladies who lunch plates

from makeyourpresentsfelt's etsy shop:

elvish egg cozies!

sheepish pebbles

sounds like summer: cicada pendant

flying sheep

dreaming of caledonia

and finally, because street art is always free - from the wooster collective:

"going green" - a new meaning

A Tempest in a Teacup

So there's this artist, and his little (tiny) girl is a precocious, out-spoken 4 yr old who has been throwing her (tiny) weight around since she learned to talk - at least, if not longer.

Instead of getting a big puffed-up ego about being bossed around by his (tiny) daughter, and hating that his (tiny) kid is mouthy and prone to tantrums, this very cool dad decides to document their exchanges. Lucky for us, he publishes it on his blog, Tiny Art Director.

They make a great team, even if she does hate most of what he creates, including this dinosaur with the Ugly Eyeballs.

I imagine that if my son ever has a daughter, she will be like this (tiny) tyrant.



Whatever you believe about life, love, death, god, please take a moment to read this message:

Anna, the mother of Elias, has asked that this be shared across the internet. You can help by passing it on. Thanks for the Love you have shown towards Elias. Anna is very grateful for each of you.


Elias has been in psychic contact on a spirit-soul level with a woman who knows him and I am going to transmit to everyone what he has said. I have decided that we will all call him Elijah now. She is a friend and is not paid. She started to get this transmission last night after our prayer vigil. She says she has been in contact with him ever since she heard about this, but he has been scattered like “shards of glass.” He had to process a lot of darkness.. But, last night, she says, she was able to get a clear communication with him for several hours, and while she was telling me about it he joined us while we were on the phone. The first thing he told her last night was that “the prayers helped me.” For those who don’t know, we had a powerful prayer and guided meditation vigil last night. And, I also said last night that Elijah was born into this world for a purpose, and that purpose is to teach love to humanity. So imagine getting this transmission today:

Elias says repeatedly that what happened was like an unfortunate accident. It shouldn’t have happened. The person involved needs compassion.

Elias is adamant that he wants everyone to react with love and compassion. He wants a circle of people, whoever is capable, to hold space at the same time every day for compassion meditation and to let him know what time that will be so that he can join us.

He does not want so much energy put on what happened. Put energy into love and compassion. People are digging, he says, seeking with too much frustration to find out what happened. Surrender and allow it to be revealed. Taking action is good, but don’t focus too much on seeking. [It is clear he is not against our search, but wants us to remain in control of our attitudes.]

The risks he may have taken have nothing to do with what happened. Extra drama can be created by grabbing at facts about his life, but isn’t needed. This can lead to people accusing each other. People should not dive in where it isn’t needed.

He says that this whole event is a lesson. He wants us to learn the lesson! If we focus on the wrong things we may not learn the lesson.

He wanted to let me know how much he loves me, that I touch his soul and that I was a wonderful goddess to come through. At this point he made the psychic look at roses in her garden!

He is grateful that I am open to allowing this lesson to be learned. He wants us to show love for all – not just him. And to have no vindictiveness. He wants there to be complete forgiveness.

[I said I am going to write this up and put it on the internet for everyone.]

Speak from your heart Mom. Write like a Sufi, and be my muse. Be my instrument. A lute. Start it with a Sufi poem. [But I will end it that way.] You will find the perfect poem.

All will be revealed. We must be patient. Be present with love and compassion. If we allow the truth to appear in an authentic way, it allows things to shift.

[I said I don’t want him to feel guilty for taking risks that might have allowed this to happen]. He said he does not feel guilty but he has had some frustration about attachments to do certain things, but it doesn’t matter.

[Is he giving up?] He isn’t giving up on anything!

It was ridiculous. It shouldn’t have happened but it happened for the lesson. It was necessary for it to happen. Sometimes we have to be taught extreme lessons. We can read books but not really understand.

Elias wants us to proceed with compassion every step of the way.

Emotions need to be released, to be honored and allow them to flow through like a stream, but don’t let them constrict you. So the key is to honor your emotions without holding them inside.

He wants to raise the vibration. Use less intellect. Keep returning to the love or we will miss the lesson. The lesson is about love.

Have compassion on someone who may have had an accident with Elias.

He wants me to nurture myself and be his muse.

Go find a poem and write from your heart.

A final reminder about the compassion circle.


A poem of Hafiz

The violin
Can forgive the past
It starts singing.

When the violin can stop worrying
About the future
You will become
Such a drunk laughing nuisance
That God
Will then lean down
And start combing you into
His Hair.

When the violin can forgive
Every wound caused by

The heart starts

Thank you, Elias/Elijah -SM

July 28, 2009

Serial Monogamy

I can't remain faithful.

To a blog, that is...

I start one, go full force for a couple years, then *poof* I'm over it, done, finished.

Just walk away. See ya!

Only, like, without ever saying goodbye...

I lj'd for a couple years here, but eventually abandoned it. I didn't shut it down, just stopped posting. There was another blog before that; I can't even remember the name. Now I'm trying it here, and I know I'm going to end up doing the same thing eventually... (and if you're reading this on facebook, don't be surprised when I abandon that, too!)

If you want to stop reading right now I don't blame you. I can't be trusted.

July 25, 2009

I believe it's time for me to fly...

Sometimes events conspire to create the perfect storm - bit by bit, pieces fall into place until suddenly (it seems, although it isn't, really) I'm overwhelmed by the urge to do something, change something, make a move.

Sometimes those urges pass unanswered.

Sometimes, big changes ensue.

Take a trip to Scotland, rich with rural beauty and long views of the sea, sky, and rolling hills. Add a wife who fills my inbox with photos of quaint homes on local acreage. Toss in my odd but unfulfilled longing for a clothesline, and a handful of barking JRTs who really need room to run...Let simmer for a few months, and you've got me, thinking it may really be time to move back to the country.

July 21, 2009

Who Am I?

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?'

Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."

~Marianne Williamson


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