Strength?
My Animus is in control,
Where is the gentle, the soft, the secret, the still...?
Buried in the process of doing instead of just being...
Tonight I watched a foot-long earth worm inch it's way across the pavement.
I picked it up and put in back amongst the plants and the soil,
Just like I used to when I was nine.
Because it mattered...
posted by Louise @ 1/12/2009
6 comments
6 Comments:
Oh, to hold you, nine again...and even then, you knew better, what mattered... I hope that in my lifetime, You could have learned as much from me as I have already learned from you....
Love you Forever,
Mom
XOXOXOXOXO.........
Child of my Heart,
This one filled me up...
I still pick up spiders on paper and drop them outdoors in the grass. You are such a beautiful soul, and I am so(but not in a pretentious way ;o)proud...
Love to you
Namaste
Dad
xoxo
Your parents are really great people, very kind.
I saw a fly in the house the other day. Are you planning on coming back to the rock?
hope so i want to listen to you play the guitar again. miss you.
be well, and happy, dp what makes you feel the most free not what people expect from you or what you might think someone expects from you. You are beautiful and beauty heals the world all on it's own.
peace
what to write?
I just signed up for a google/blogger account and want to see the difference when posting.
peace
To the light being that gave me my first REAL hug.
A hug I will always remember, it was filled with unconditional love. Oh what teachers you and your friends were to me. Your example of freedom showed me hope to find it in myself. I believe that I'm with my twin flame now and she reminds me of you. Her heart is so pure she even loves the flys that land on her. My transformation began with you and your friends and for that I'm eternally gratefull.
I would love to share with you again.
Dave (dumpster taxi)
to be...
stillness,
centered so deeply,
that wind, water, or wicked cold could not shake ones inner calm.
this is to be
when money, fame, pride, n projects fade in mist of breathing, living honestly, simply...
our inner child lives on
just being
love to hugh, lou
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