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Air to the element of fire
What makes a water sign’s blood boil? It’s the use of Aquarian air in catalyst form to feed the fire sign. The need is for delicate balance that if too weak or too heavy could burn her bone dry or wet the flame right out. In contrast, too much air can blow the flame out without even a drop of water. Being a cusp and two days after the daughter, means the dynamics would need to shift if we blow at the same time. Is it evidence of its eventuality? Attitude of the razor’s edge could change the workload of making that happen in perpetual, kinetic energy mode. It could…
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White Noise
This white noise is that common place where minute by minute and day by day, we healed from our wounds both mental and physical. This safe place is where spiritual activity found its grounding and meditation opened doors into spaces we didn’t even know existed. In a way, we did this together. It was intimate and a sharing that later, here in our timeline of now, bonds us together better than any dating app could conceive of. This oscillating white fan, dirty and old, has now become gold to me, as a symbol of where we come from. 💙 And speaking of those golden eggs that never get old, take…
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Mystic and Van
Are no longer the pull New group and song That remind me of those long Ago mentors professing Simple man like Skynyrd You there with the Blue grassier Tones of truth, more humble Unperfect but also not refuting The complexities that have us right here Where view points are more like Color shades than flags We all wave. Woodworking, brothers With different mothers And this repeated mantra Of being lucky. We will dance to Van Sing along on the drive Knowing attitude change When we arrive (When we begin)
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Return the words
You can’t get your six “I Love You’s” in song form If you are too busy saying IT back (Even if just in your head) In the moment Drinking it all in The moon, the night air Sounds of the earth Tone and pitch inflection That is unique to you It is heard and learned With each time No waiting to say it back Say it first, mean it No waiting around Action and movement Even in NO movement “I love you” heard You know you want to Return the word For this new Unknown and few love Where the variables Are better sewn more From one side Than…
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Mindmapping…mindset shift
Employ your tools to change your ways of creating! You have all this technology, why not use it along with your brain? Here’s a thought: [below graphic]. Here’s another thought: [{CLICK it} for the step by step video of it] In my opinion, there is probably a better way to do this. But learners are gonna learn around here! WordPress is not as intuitive as I’d like it to be. I’m sure there’s a plugin for that. Find it. Run it. learn it. I’m on to other things. now #mindmap #Freemind #visualthinking #threatofthoughts #clickthelinkforthevideo
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Repost: Christmas Wishes – 12-18-2012
I do not know the whole Agatha. The whole Agatha, so I believe, is known only to God.
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Projects in the works
Have you ever noticed that when you have projects in the works that other bits of good things show up that need to be gotten down too? This is where these two came from and since I’m not sure what or where they go yet, I thought I’d just place them out here and see what the spam bots think of them! Ha! If you read and lurk, I’m just making jokes. There was a spambot earlier that was complaining about getting a bunch of emails. From who? You? Stop your own insanity! You have the power! and this is a great segue into this first one. Purpose Purpose…
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Bend and Soften
Brains, Advocates, vacations Hearts that mend When we bend and soften Get to the loft or you’ll be lost Hold on fast and don’t be chaste The time is now for single wow Make your vow and allow This who wish to be a dish And insist on a new creation A stair step to higher ground That will turn your frown With utmost care and to be fair You may need another lair Or just six more layers Blocks and chains and thistle To wet your glorious whistle With steep brewed coffee And comfort sweet heath toffee Get the walls up. The foundation is laid. The colors in spade…
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What are the Odds? – Poem and Reading
“What are the Odd’s?” It’s not fodder Don’t listen to the old tapes It’s time to scrape them out Once the [blue] spot is spotted Get out the broom before The loon’s set in To tell their opinion Spinning, Spinning to circle back To old tapes, new vibe If you let them “But what if they world was different?” “How do we set our imaginations to see?” Can we follow the bees To the hive where the secrets are kept? Have you slept through the lessons Of Science? The price of their lives Is ours and vice versa. Water the people so they will know. Fire, wind, rain, [drought] Time…
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Experiment – Harp – Listen and comment
It’s a lyre 10 string…and it’s tin sounding because it’s not the best mic… but. It’s what gina’s doing tonight. I’ll move to the other room next time or drag equipment in. Give a yell if you like it.
