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WELCOME NOVEMBER…
There is something about November that says ‘keep going’.
We are not quite through the year, yet the finish-line looms.
We are plunged into darkness by Mother Nature.
We are faced with th
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SAMHAIN
Tuesday 31st October 2023
The leaves are falling and the life force is in obvious retreat. Nature is preparing for its winter sleep. The Sun God is dead and the Flower Goddess is mourning. But in the hidden depth of the underworld death
THE HALLOWEEN STARLIGHT BALL
On the eve of the day, of the thinning of the veil
The Fairies fly, over hill and dale
To meet in the halls, of the Old Oak Stump
On this spooky night, when things go bump
Some will travel, in pumpkin carriages draw
Art by Hana Jang
When I die
Give what’s left of me away
To children
And old men that wait to die.
And if you need to cry,
Cry for your brother
Walking the street beside you
And when you need me,
Put your arms
Around anyone
And give to them
What you ne
Friendships are important as friends help us along our way in life, some stay for a while and some stay for much longer, but each friendship has brought us something different that we learned or needed at the time. There are some that are deeper t
"Piglet?" said Pooh.
"Yes?" said Piglet.
"I'm scared," said Pooh.
For a moment, there was silence.
"Would you like to talk about it?" asked Piglet, when Pooh didn't appear to be saying anything further.
"I'm just so scared," blurted out Pooh.
"So
Bob Dylan:
Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that nev
Art: Brooklyn Swenson
“Something told the wild geese
It was time to go.
Though the fields lay golden
Something whispered,—‘Snow.’
Leaves were green and stirring,
Berries, luster-glossed,
But beneath warm feathers
Something cautioned,—‘Frost.’
All the
"The Pilgrimage" , (2019)
Mixed Media by Lisbeth Cheever-Gessaman
"I have heard from so many recently who are deeply and properly bewildered. They are concerned about the state of affairs in our world right now. It is true, one has to have strong co
Autumn
by Adelaide Crapsey
Art by Alla Tsank
Fugitive, wistful,
Pausing at edge of her going,
Autumn the maiden turns,
Leans to the earth with ineffable
Gesture. Ah, more than
Spring's skies her skies shine
Tender, and frailer
Bloom than plum-bloom or alm
The Wind And The Leaves
by George Cooper
Art by Maja Lindberg
"Come, little leaves," said the wind one day.
"Come o'er the meadows with me, and play'
Put on your dress of red and gold,—
Summer is gone, and the days grow cold."
Soon as the leaves h
The Tree
by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Art by William Stephen Coleman
The Tree's early leaf-buds were bursting their brown;
"Shall I take them away?" said the Frost, sweeping down.
"No, leave them alone
Till the blossoms have grown,"
Prayed the Tree, while
stove, Oh my God, did I leave the stove on? and today I have to go shopping, we have run out of flour. Of course, if this family only thinks about eating and eating, of course they ran out of flour. Oh, and I should buy Piquetta a birthday present
"An emotion is only an emotion. It’s just a small part of your whole being. You are much more than your emotion. An emotion comes, stays for a while, and goes away, just like a storm. If you’re aware of that, you won’t be afraid of your emotions."
~T
For all our jewish friends: Shana Tova!
May you be blessed with joy and peace in the coming year!
#compassion #WeAreOne #all #our #jewishholidays #RoshHashanah #shanatova #blessed #peace #joy
“Let the world call you lazy for not running around like a frightened ghost. Just be quiet inside yourself. Simply begin observing without prejudice, projections or desires. Notice how life flows of its own accord. Nothing here is a chaos, but a h
Art by Asako Eguchi
Picking Berries
by Margaret Sangster
Away to the hill-side on swift little feet,
Trot quick through the meadows in shadow and sun;
Broad brims and deep crowns over brows that are sweet,
And round rosy cheeks that are dimpling with
I am my mother's savage daughter
The one who runs barefoot
She looks for her omens
In the colors of stones
In the faces of cats
In the dancing of fire
In the curve of old bones
She sings heathеn songs
By the light of the moon
And dreams she can reac
~WHO KNOWS WHAT I'M ON ABOUT WITH THIS~
WARNING CONTAINS LOW COURSE LANGUAGE IN VENTING FORMAT:....
Every time I promise myself that I will work on people not controlling my actions, I always end up being looked at as if Im making a scene to someo
Life is a sacred gift. Every day is a blessing to be cherished. Every moment is a miracle to behold.
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Only when we stop worrying about the “what ifs” are we capable of appreciating what is. Allow yourself to be fully present. Forgive the yest
