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| Who has been a positive influence on your life? |
Blessings all.
.. . . In which a pig piñata project becomes a metaphor for life. If pigs could fly, it would be like a pigger pointing at the moon. This is not a place to collect sign posts. The pig as us!
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
You Cubed
Ahh,
The You Cube is complete. Final side. If you would like to see this and other You Cubes, I will post the location and dates when the art installation will be complete.
Blessings all.
Blessings all.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
You Cube!
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| Who Or What Has Been A Negative Influence On Your Life? |
Blessings to all!
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| What Is Your Biggest Dream Or Aspiration For Yourself &/or Humanity? |
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| Create A Self Portrait 1 |
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| Create A Self Portrait 2 |
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| What Stops You! |
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Fraser Today!
Fraser,
When you were three years old, i wrote a poem about you being my teacher. You were, and are still, in so many ways. Now at almost 18 (in August), you are graduating from high school. Even though sometimes, in the teen years, it is easy to forget the spontaneity and naturalness of a child, true you still shines through. You are curious! You are loving! You are kind! You are compassionate! You are a true friend! You are a thoughtful son!
Since very young, you have always had this uncanny ability to somehow "know" that you are the creator of your reality. This positive attitude has manifested in so much positive coming to you. As you move through your life, you will continue to learn that "Only infinite patience achieves immediate results." As you play with this reality and learn that how you perceive the world defines the world you perceive you will begin to relax even more in this cosmic game. Although it seems like small "i" is the creator, some moment you will truly know that this divine dance of greater self shines through you and all of us. Formless becomes form to play with and let go.
Play as you explore your higher purpose. Enjoy your young body and mind. Live every moment as precious. Always remembering that the only moment is now.
Wherever you go, there you are.
Love you forever,
Mom
When you were three years old, i wrote a poem about you being my teacher. You were, and are still, in so many ways. Now at almost 18 (in August), you are graduating from high school. Even though sometimes, in the teen years, it is easy to forget the spontaneity and naturalness of a child, true you still shines through. You are curious! You are loving! You are kind! You are compassionate! You are a true friend! You are a thoughtful son!
Since very young, you have always had this uncanny ability to somehow "know" that you are the creator of your reality. This positive attitude has manifested in so much positive coming to you. As you move through your life, you will continue to learn that "Only infinite patience achieves immediate results." As you play with this reality and learn that how you perceive the world defines the world you perceive you will begin to relax even more in this cosmic game. Although it seems like small "i" is the creator, some moment you will truly know that this divine dance of greater self shines through you and all of us. Formless becomes form to play with and let go.
Play as you explore your higher purpose. Enjoy your young body and mind. Live every moment as precious. Always remembering that the only moment is now.
Wherever you go, there you are.
Love you forever,
Mom
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
What's In An Old Teapot - Freshly Brewed Tea
What is the charm of this old teapot? This familiar style of teapot perhaps evokes memories of grandma's teapot. Or perhaps we see the bright, sunny yellow colour as uplifting. Maybe it's the emanation of heat, on a cold winter's day, when hands wrapped around it waited for the tea to steep. Or maybe you remember opening the lid to check on the tea, steam wafts out with the smell of freshly brewed tea, the bergamot of Earl Grey, the chamomile smell of Sleepy Time Tea...
What charms my senses is the beautiful lines in the teapot that only come with use. It is the lines that tell us of its age, well used, well loved. This is what beckoned to me in the thrift store. Often, i think about where a thrift store find came from. There are no chips in the spout or in the lid and it suggests mindfulness in its use. Perhaps, this tea drinker loved to have friends join her for a sip of tea. Maybe she served home baked cookies and dainty sandwiches. Maybe the contents of the teapot comforted her, uncomfortable in pregnancy or up late with a sick child. And why did the loved teapot end up in the thrift store? Perhaps the owner died and her grandchildren saw it only as Grandma's old teapot. It is that; it is also a receptacle that served and brought comfort.
The lines upon its beautiful shape are not unlike the wrinkles and lines on my face as i grow older. How i choose to grow my wrinkles, with laughter or frowns, is up to me. i want to wear my lines knowing that they grew from being well loved and loving well.
i lift my cup and sip to loving what is and who we are, wrinkles and all.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Breath by Breath
How To Make A Difference In The World Breath by Breath
Breathe and smileBreathe and accept a compliment
Breathe and accept a correction
Breathe and say thank you
Breathe and really listen
Breathe and offer a hug
Breathe and look deeply into someone's eyes
Breathe and say I'm sorry
Breathe and cry
Breathe and laugh
Breathe and sigh
Breathe when you want to hold your breath
Breathe when the pain feels unbearable
Breathe when you meditate
Breathe when you do yoga
Breathe and count each breath
Breathe in, breathe out, breathe the cycle of life.
Breathe! Fill up your nostrils, fill your lungs down to your belly, breathe into every part of your being and remember you have the gift of breath and you are alive.
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