masqua.ca
Paintings | Masqua's Art
https://masqua.ca/paintings
Acrylic paintings. photography and general musings. Moonrise – 61×91 cm. Sorcerer – 46×60 cm. Flying Shamans 46×60 cm. Climbing into the Underworld 43×60 cm. Phosphene Energy – 43×60 cm. Early Visions – 46×60 cm. Acrylic on canvas – 20″ x 24″. In response to http:/ www.abovetopsecret.com/thread/543697/pg1. I called her Annie in memory of my sweet mother. Reproduction from the Mezin Armband – 12×16″ – Acrylic on birch panel. Domnach Airgid border – Maze. Acrylic on birch panel – 16×20″. For those concerne...
blessedcursed8.wordpress.com
In Regret | Clarity
https://blessedcursed8.wordpress.com/2013/09/08/in-regret
September 8, 2013. In pursuit, I stray. In treading thus, I flee. In persistence, I surrender. Though guided, I am lost. It is not courage, but fear, which impels me. This entry was tagged creative writing. 10 thoughts on “ In Regret. September 9, 2013 at 4:35 pm. Oh my… this is beautiful. September 9, 2013 at 6:44 pm. Thank you so much! September 12, 2013 at 11:18 am. You’re welcome x. September 9, 2013 at 10:06 pm. It carries me through galaxies, even though my body is motionless. Thank you so very much.
toddgarlington.wordpress.com
The Truth According to Levi’s | Image(s)
https://toddgarlington.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/levis-denim-delusions
Mixed Messages in Media (and More). The Truth According to Levi’s. By Todd Garlington on August 30, 2014. Given the context presented by Levi’s, being true means being faithful to a romantic partner but also being faithful to reality. Reality tells us that beaches are not always sunny, but it also tells us that a pair of jeans and fidelity of character are two different things. Have we misread the message? Is sex itself the truth on offer? What does it really mean to be true? Which in turn became. Levi S...
maskednative.com
cats | Masked Native
https://maskednative.com/tag/cats
Graffiti in the Gazebo. July 13, 2015. Through my open study door, I can see the corridor. The cats, Geronimo, and Tabby Cat pass by, independent, yet needy, they choose to occupy my territory. The corridor leads in and out, the smaller exit perhaps, leading to other possibilities. Life, Love and the Universe. Follow Blog via Email. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 207 other followers. Blog at WordPress.com. Join 207 other followers.
maskednative.com
vessel | Masked Native
https://maskednative.com/tag/vessel
Graffiti in the Gazebo. Half-way Up The Mast. August 4, 2015. The companionship of like-minded beings, managing ropes, sails, decks, cleaning, maintaining, eating, sleeping, learning, contained in a vessel of awesome proportions. Half-way up the mast, the view is changed, the deck below much smaller than it seemed. Half-way up the … Continue reading →. Life, Love and the Universe. Follow Blog via Email. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.
maskednative.com
sails | Masked Native
https://maskednative.com/tag/sails
Graffiti in the Gazebo. Half-way Up The Mast. August 4, 2015. The companionship of like-minded beings, managing ropes, sails, decks, cleaning, maintaining, eating, sleeping, learning, contained in a vessel of awesome proportions. Half-way up the mast, the view is changed, the deck below much smaller than it seemed. Half-way up the … Continue reading →. Life, Love and the Universe. Follow Blog via Email. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.
andlavendercats.wordpress.com
poem one: if wishes were – kate's thirty poems in thirty days
https://andlavendercats.wordpress.com/2015/04/01/poem-one-if-wishes-were
Kate's thirty poems in thirty days. A NaPoWriMo / poem-a-day 2015 participant site). And now it’s NaPoWriMo 2014 time …. It’s NaPoWriMo 2013 time …. NaPoWriMo / Poem-a-Day 2015. Poem one: if wishes were. April 1, 2015. If only the ghost-tread. Of tyres on the road. If only the truth. Had a bouncing soul. Like my best pair of boots,. Steady in the onslaught. Oh, you pretty things]. If only I could be the pavement. Soaking up the rain, head. Too hard for hailstones. If only we understood. Tokoni O. Uti.
resonantvelocity.wordpress.com
An Intoduction | Resonant Velocity
https://resonantvelocity.wordpress.com/an-introduction
The poetics of Light. There is really no beginning to this story. My theory is that you can read the posts in any order… start in the middle and work towards both ends….or be selectively random…they are set up so you’d be reading them backwards anyways. I am grateful you have stopped by. It’s a story about a holographic reality in which you become the reality the more you learn about it. I’ve moved the dialogue to Resonant Velocity’s sister site Poetry of Light. 14 Comments to “An Intoduction”. Happy to ...
resonantvelocity.wordpress.com
Insight | Resonant Velocity
https://resonantvelocity.wordpress.com/2013/11/18/insight
The poetics of Light. By Jana H. White. I derive a great deal of insight from the comments made on this blog. It is stretching and maturing my experience of. Some relationships have been growing since the very beginning of this blog. Now and again a new voice appears. I’m deeply grateful to everyone. With this understanding it is becoming clearer that it is not only to our advantage but ultimately our personal responsibility to balance our thoughts and emotions. Into an integrated physicality. A Jungian ...
resonantvelocity.wordpress.com
The familiar ghost – part one | Resonant Velocity
https://resonantvelocity.wordpress.com/2013/10/28/the-familiar-ghost-part-one
The poetics of Light. The familiar ghost – part one. By Jana H. White. Tis the season of ghosts, hauntings, spirits and vampires. In the spirit of the season in the next few posts I’m going to seemingly contradict my last post. How can a person be haunted or “possessed” of a spirit, if indeed, energy at the sub-atomic level is self contained? I was sick that winter. A low grade fever would come over me every afternoon. I waded my way through making bread, hauling firewood, the chores of homestead...The f...
SOCIAL ENGAGEMENT