Ari Voxx & The Sad Lads - Flamingo (Official Video)

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Quietly Expectant.

For the awakening that is to unfold… is unfolding

In all created things

In the early unfurling of sprout and bud

In the fertile damp soil that has been resting, quickened by past torrents, decay, even ice

In and throughout the discord of human hearts

in and through the seeming chaos that is creation

which belies the process, the wisdom, the LOVE that IS

FAITH

PEACE

LOVE, dear ones

LISTEN for the reassurance of "I know… I know, beloved. Gentle now. this is now. I am with you. always."

and "all shall be well.. and all shall be well… and all manner of thing shall be well…" *


I LOVE YOU



~anamnesis circe






*Julian of Norich

DON'T GIVE UP… PLEASE. DON'T GIVE UP.


Peter Gabriel  Kate Bush


Beautiful

Love to you

In Memoriam… I'm a day late...

I'm a day late, but they aren't. These tulips bloom right on time ever since the Virginia Tech massacre-- no matter the weather, no matter what else is going in the garden, they always bloom on April 16... Since that very first day-- before I knew it had happened. Before that, for many years, the Deer always got to them first, and I had no tulips in that part of the garden... thinking of you Reema "little deer"... Love Light & Prayers to you Mona, & all the Samaha Family.

My Virginia Tech Tulips… 2014

HAPPY SPRING!

No matter if hot house flowers, these~ nor if Sunday's snow has barely melted, neither that we may, in fact, receive more snow this weekend...SPRING HAS SPRUNG! 

XO to all... & all Spring's Gentleness I wish for you. : )

HORSES and BAYONETS the song by Studio Druitt Films

HORSES and BAYONETS... the Song.

by Studio Druitt Films
A bright young man I know composed this. Inspired by, in my opinion, the best Presidential Debate moment in recent history... Enjoy!

Hope in Summer. For Puanani

Twixt the coasts... and all else... between every morning and every night, there is so much.

Last Summer, we made a journey, both difficult and rewarding...

First to the Southernmost area of the West Coast, then to San Juan Capistrano, up the PCH, to my former home, North of Los Angeles, for my Brother's funeral. Each stop, day, moment, is etched in my mind in a different mood, light, hue...


Then the Journey both ended and continued, as we made an escape of sorts, to a last minute MUCH NEEDED vacation, just the four of us, to a place I'd always longed to go; the Pacific Northwest.

We flew into Portland, and explored our way in and around the area, over bridges, across state lines and back again, over and to and UNDER and from various bodies of water, between Volcanic Snow-topped mountains, through microclimates too close together to be possible. I am still under enchantment.  Long to go back. To be both comforted by family, refreshed by waterfalls


We ate at amazing restaurants, stayed in last minute, book as you drive hotels.

The images are the Columbia River Gorge. I keep the link to the US Forest Service Air Quality Images, which update the above image every 15 minutes, on my computer at all times the past several months. It gives me much needed pause, even refreshment. The one at the bottom should refresh itself for you, too.

Between grief and renewal, nostalgia and refreshment, comfort and newness, East and West, South and North, I found so much. Among my regrets-- that there is never enough time.


I wish I could have more time, with my brother, with all loved ones... I wish I could have done more on that trip... made more connections, one in particular, strengthened others.


But I trust.  That hearts are where they are best supposed to be whenever possible, even if bodies, schedules aren't.  It's all I can do at this point. Because, There Is Never Enough Time. Not Ever. But each moment is precious. Our value of moments and each other transcends time and space.


I'm counting on it.


XO XO My Dear Ones.



(On a lighter note, my kids wish we hadn't missed ComicCon by mere hours...! : P  Laugh when you can, whenever you can. Better Laughter than tears!)

SPRINGING SPRING; let's just say, there's a file in my cake.

Revival

by Luci Shaw

March. I am beginning
to anticipate a thaw. Early mornings
the earth, old unbeliever, is still crusted with frost
where the moles have nosed up their
cold castings, and the ground cover
in shadow under the cedars hasn't softened
for months, fogs layering their slow, complicated ice
around foliage and stem
night by night,

but as the light lengthens, preacher
of good news, evangelizing leaves and branches,
his large gestures beckon green
out of gray. Pinpricks of coral bursting
from the cotoneasters. A single bee
finding the white heather. Eager lemon-yellow
aconites glowing, low to the ground like
little uplifted faces. A crocus shooting up
a purple hand here, there, as I stand
on my doorstep, my own face drinking in heat
and light like a bud welcoming resurrection,
and my hand up, too, ready to sign on
for conversion.

"Revival" by Luci Shaw, from What the Light Was Like. © Word Farm, 2010. *Reprinted with permission. (buy now) *Read today on the Writer's Almanac by Garrison Keillor. Permission Granted to Writer's Almanac. But all credit where credit is due to Poet Lucy Shaw.

Today it snowed-- just minute flurries. And now the sun is out. Punxsetawney Phil declared on the second of February, "SIX MORE WEEKS OF WINTER!" Or so he was interpreted. Maybe he just doesn't like crowds. Or cold. Or bright light just after waking. I know the feeling. But I am now more than a little skeptical about this prediction...

The ants are back. They began in the kitchen over a week ago, now. Not just one lone ant on a warm day, with none to follow. We have had ant invasions.

When the hyacinth buds began clearing ground level weeks before, I was worried. At first. That the frost would get them, or more likely, hard ice... Frost they've handled. And then, the crocuses sprang forth like a turkish carpet in one yard. Some could say a fluke, but then again, they have been going strong for over a week and have been joined by daffodils, forsythia. Up north from here, where spring is oft delayed, even by only a few days or weeks, I witnessed snow drops quite early, aconites, and now, this week, fruit trees in bloom! We further South have not yet had our trees begin to bloom ! Though it's been almost a week since, arriving home one morning, the sun shining brightly on our burgundy front door, I spied another familiar sight and portent of warmer weather-- the acid green yellow of pollen velveting the enamel paint.

It's still quite chilly some days, especially some nights, dipping well below freezing.

But I choose to believe.

SPRING HAS SPRUNG.

May all our hearts begin the thaw they need... our faces turned toward the sun, our feet still in wool socks and boots to brave any weather that may yet come our way!

xo

For My Brother... January 3, 1943 - June 24 2011

BARN'S BURNED DOWN~

NOW I CAN SEE THE MOON.

Masahide

My Brother passed away in the night last night, after a very private battle with cancer. He refused conventional treatment for quite some time, and forbade his wife disclosing any of the struggles he was going through. Wednesday, she finally called a family member, as he'd been taken to the hospital by ambulance the previous Friday, but was not doing at all well. The sisters heard of this by Wednesday night. From then until Thursday night, from thousands of miles away, we from our homes, many hundreds of miles from each other, attempted to reach him by phone. Through sleeping eating resting and strong pain meds, it was a desperate tiptoe business to strive for what would turn out to be a final talk with him. I am, among many many other things, grateful for that talk, however brief, with my brother. While we had very little notice, some people have none. Thursday while in Trader Joe's this card jumped out at me... spoke to me. Of my brother. Of his mindset. Of his journey.Of his soul. Of his destiny.

Embrace those you love. Don't be distracted by anything. Strive for Peace, that which comes from God, which originates in the heart and nourishes the soul. Or is it t'other way 'round. No matter... the circle cannot be broken, is the same thing, pervasive, healing and undeniable.

Namaste

Peace, my brother. Peace

I love you.

xo

Happy Easter... a Spring Photo Journal

A photo journal of discovery, this spring, on my iphone... I hope you enjoy it.

TODAY @ NOON, WORLDWIDE REQUEST!

TODAY AT NOON, IN YOUR TIMEZONE, DR. MASARU EMOTO OF JAPAN IS REQUESTING PRAYERS FOR THE WATERS OF JAPAN, AND INDEED, THE WATERS OF OUR WORLD...

PLEASE READ HIS REQUEST BELOW.

IF YOU MISS THE NOON TIME FRAME, PLEASE SEND POSITIVE THOUGHTS OF HEALING ANYWAY AT THE TIME YOU BEST CAN....

A letter from Dr Masaru Emoto...

To All People Around the World,

Please send your prayers of love and gratitude to water at the nuclear plants in Fukushima, Japan! ...

By the massive earthquakes of Magnitude 9 and surreal massive tsunamis, more than 10,000 people are still missing… even now… It has been 16 days already since the disaster happened. What makes it worse is that water at the reactors of Fukushima Nuclear Plants started to leak, and it’s contaminating the ocean, air and water molecule of surrounding areas.

Human wisdom has not been able to do much to solve the problem, but we are only trying to cool down the anger of radioactive materials in the reactors by discharging water to them.

Is there really nothing else to do?

I think there is. During over twenty year research of hado measuring and water crystal photographic technology, I have been witnessing that water can turn positive when it receives pure vibration of human prayer no matter how far away it is.

Energy formula of Albert Einstein, E=MC2 really means that Energy = number of people and the square of people’s consciousness.

Now is the time to understand the true meaning. Let us all join the prayer ceremony as fellow citizens of the planet earth. I would like to ask all people, not just in Japan, but all around the world to please help us to find a way out the crisis of this planet!! The prayer procedure is as follows.

Day and Time: March 31st, 2011 (Thursday) 12:00 noon in each time zone

Please say the following phrase: “The water of Fukushima Nuclear Plant, we are sorry to make you suffer. Please forgive us. We thank you, and we love you.”

Please say it aloud or in your mind. Repeat it three times as you put your hands together in a prayer position. Please offer your sincere prayer.

Thank you very much from my heart.

With love and gratitude,

Masaru Emoto

Messenger of Water

THE EMPTY CHAIR THEATRE CO.

currently in production at The Empty Chair Theatre Co.: Twelfth Night, & Titus Andronicus.

I am encouraged and filled with pride... First by my nephew who directed/recently completed his first professional music video while at VCU (post and vid to follow subsequently) and now...The Empty Chair Theatre Company...



Empty Chair Theater Company was founded in 2007 by Julia Sears and Elizabeth Nearing both high school juniors at the time. The company was formed with the goal to give young artists a creative outlet and the chance to explore deeply layered texts while working with their peers to create innovative theatre.



Elizabeth is my sister's God-daughter... I remember her, spirited and contemplative in Easter dresses and Pre-Raphaelite curls... And more recently, a lovely compassionate self possessed young woman with an easy-going wisdom beyond her years. While now at Carnegie Mellon pursuing a BFA in directing, she continues as Artistic Director of The Empty Chair.



Here is a link to more about her, and co-founder Julia Sears:
http://emptychairtheatre.org/8.html



The Empty Chair was nominated for Best of DC, Washington City Paper. If you are familiar with them and would like to vote them among the best, the link is here:
http://www.washingtoncitypaper.com/bestofpoll/nominations/vote/77


We should always encourage the children we know... and so BEAUTIFUL when they in turn become an encouragement to us!

:,D

BRAVA!

BRAVI!
a la Septime Webre!

WHITE

The day began, at 4:40 this morning. Something awakened me... but what? The anticipation that perhaps there would be a delayed opening of schools, perhaps. The jolt I felt at being awake impelled me to the curtained window: WHITE. Only about an inch, but covering the road, not just the grass. I crept like a mouse downstairs to the television- the easiest way to check for closing information on the schools access channel. Zilch. Still. Now, at 4:45 I was too close to the witching hour to go back to bed right away. At 5:00, that magical time for children all over our County, the schools must post the inclement weather information for the day. And if no delay? Well, I'd have less than an hour to catch those last few elusive "Zzzz's" before becoming the family alarm clock, valet, personal chef, and chauffeur.

4:50. A sound approached. Like the Zamboni of the apocalypse. A snow plow coming nearer. Within moments it was traveling down our street, a cascade of sparks flying in a 2 1/2 foot arc around it and 8 feet behind it, though doing little to bend the ice coating our street to its will. PORTENT.

5:00. Nothing. 5:01 the familiar green banner appears across the screen. SCHOOLS WILL BE CLOSED TODAY.

Now, this afternoon, after little more than some icy rain and wet roadways, the anticipated storm is here. THUNDER CLAP!! And thus begins the hail. LIGHTENING. Dear daughter worries for any risk to her dear fish. Then all tensions abate; the possibility of a gathered snow cone cheer children's spirits, as they each put out their collection receptacle by the back door.








Small icy pills, like medium tapioca pearls, to be covered later by heartier amounts of truer white fluff stuff. Then more THUNDER!! LIGHTENING! THUNDER!!!! Right over our house it seems. And then, the snow that twas deemed to become HEAVY by local meteorologists, which is due to drop 3-10 inches by morning begins to blanket our area. I wish I could successfully snap a pic of it-- so eager, it is coming down in several directions at once!



We shall see, we shall see. Already these pictures seem paltry... we probably have 8-10 inches in just over 5 hours. School is out for another day!

Stay warm dear ones! Safe! And wherever you are, enjoy!








!

xo

Emergency Room Visit leads to a Double Date: MRI table for Two? Monday Night? No problem! We'll need to eat out anyway;KITCHEN CLOSED /FRIDGE in COMA

While its lovely to have Doctors say over and again,"you're so young" (ha relatively speaking) pertaining to the TIA symptoms I apparently suffered last week, I'd gladly have them call me an "old bat" to be rid of the trouble and anxiety (not to mention possible danger) that said symptoms have brought with them.

My spouse has suffered on a different front, different symptoms, different doctor... but incredible, we who rarely go to doctors, ended up with appointments both on Friday.

Well, after an interesting to say the least end to last week, dear husband and I are booked in for a double MRI session this evening! Hard to say, "HOW LUCKY!" but really, I guess we are. In that I would never have thought to try schedule mine with him to come with me, nor likely he the same. The place just round the corner could fit us both in "back-to-back" so to speak. TONIGHT. !!!! I must say I think neither of us believed we would get in this soon, nor were we prepared as such, emotionally. But, as long as we are precertified by then, off we go.

So now, as there's no time in my day now for contemplative meditation or any of the like, I must find another route to preventative health. I'll take my orange flavored baby aspirin. And I've dug out ENYA to listen to. Which is on the old iPod, but for some reason not on my phone. I need a little ORONOCO FLOW...

While I EMPTY THE FRIDGE AND FREEZER. You see, it seemingly melted down last week. Shortly after I replenished our larder for the week. While all this was happening last week it ceased to function. After a few days with an eerie 'CLICK' or ping sound whose location was indistinguishable, and which was audible, of course, ONLY to me... well now we know where it was coming from. Hopefully NOT the death throws of our very young NOT CHEAP fridge, of course, just out of warranty, but still young by refrigerator standards. I mean the term "runs like a refrigerator" means strong tireless and RELIABLE. Doesn't it?

Still, BETTER IT THAN US!

Mind there you go... healthy happy week, all.

I've laid the table for you and me, my friend...and it's Cezanne's Birthday. How PERFECT!

As I experience this winter, and feel myself reconnecting a bit. With the world. With my life. With this blog, the blogworld and those in it-- I feel a bit of a pang. I want more. To connect with you, all the more.

When I read what some of you have written, on your blogs, or to me, I am so touched. Blessed. By your words. Your presence. Your creativity. Your hearts.

But my desires can be simple, if not simplistic. I wish I could sit down with each of you. And share a cup of tea. We could talk. Or listen. Or just be. I can't tell you how my heart sings to think of it-- like a boiling kettle!

So when I brewed this pot, in my Hall's Superior teapot, a pretty and also sturdy, pleasing reliable workhorse, I thought of you. The many of you. But also just you. All the things that make you different, but then too all the connections we may share, and I appreciate that.

Even in the cold of winter, we may yet lay the table as if in the summer of our life, with perennial porcelain and tart tea towels sporting fruit and flower. And so it goes in our hearts as well.

So you may take your pick, whatever your preference. Reproduction Blue Calico transferware? Noritake turn of the century Selika porcelain? Fiestaware Harlequin Riviera, in the warmest most scrumptious yellow ever?

If you don't see one you like, I have others. Come on over and visit me. ;)

Warm Winter Wishes... while wishing to be a blessing back.

NAMASTE

Oh-- I forgot to ask! Milk or lemon? Vanilla Rice Milk is what I take in mine. ;)

xo

HAPPIEST OF HAPPY YEARS TO US ALL...

Some shots of the season, captured on my phone... May your path lead in the direction of your bliss, may your heart grow and soar, may your soul be replete...

HAPPY NEW YEAR

XO