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angelbirdflies: flocking
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Sunday, February 1, 2015. When I experience the flocking patterns of birds and fish, I am overcome by a reverent quiet and humility. There is no leader, no overall control, no bickering or obvious negotiations; instead the flock's movements reflect trust and a collective response to the moment-by-moment navigation's of individual birds as they interact with: neighbors, wind patterns, predators and more. When I stare in wonder at the dance of birds in collective flight, I feel my perceived isolation acute...
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angelbirdflies: Loving the unloveable
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Sunday, May 3, 2015. How do we love ourselves when we are at our most unloveable? How do we open our hearts with compassion to our own ardent stupidity and love ourselves anyway? And not turn toward some unsuspecting OTHER in the hope that they will alleviate the pain associated with coming face to face with our own shadow? Or hide from it with our distraction of choice, meditation, exercise, do gooding or the host of others employed by humans across time? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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angelbirdflies: kindness
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Monday, February 16, 2015. No kind action ever stops with itself. One kind action leads to another. Good example is followed. A single act of kindness throws out roots in all directions, and the roots spring up and make new trees. The greatest work that kindness does to others is that it makes them kind themselves. I love that photo and I LOVE that quote. March 6, 2015 at 12:41 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Interesting question. I tend to prefer, "Where am I? View my complete profile.
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angelbirdflies: For Davey
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Sunday, April 19, 2015. Sure I'll make small talk. Discuss the ins and outs of a "typical" day. Pass the time lightly. I'm happy to tread surfaces with a smile,. Yet- when I look at you,. I know there are layers. Collections of ancient wisdom. Stories on stories on stories. This is where I light up. This is where I thrive. You can't be caged in a pool for long. Not when you're someone. Who wants oceans." -V. Erickson. Love, human touch and a sense of belonging. We need. I love Davey too. This blog is ded...
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angelbirdflies: Bloom
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Thursday, February 5, 2015. Do you think the flower delights in my attention as I bend, love struck toward her beauty? Does she feel the splendor of my love and turn toward it like sunshine? Is it possible that in our seeking to be loved we have relinquished the simple knowing that it doesn't matter. That what we already are has the power to stop someone in their tracks and cause them to bend, in wild wonder toward our own brilliance? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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angelbirdflies: enrealment
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Saturday, May 2, 2015. I am not interested in enlightenment,. If it means detachment from the emotional body,. The earth plane, the challenges of being human. I am interested in enrealment,. Because it means that my most spiritual moments are inclusive,. Arising right in the heart of all that is human:. Joy and sorrow, shopping list and unity consciousness,. Fresh mangoes and stale bread. Enrealment is about living in all aspects of reality simultaneously. We are not just the light, or the mind,.
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angelbirdflies: alone
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Wednesday, May 13, 2015. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Interesting question. I tend to prefer, "Where am I? And when I forget to ask altogether, I am astounded by the breathtaking possibilities. View my complete profile. This blog is dedicated to those everyday-ordinary moments that, when strung together, give life it's dimension and textural beauty, and to each of you. Nature and Child: Connecting Children with the Natural World. The Earth laughs colors on a wide horizon.
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angelbirdflies: intimacy
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Saturday, January 24, 2015. I have judged myself for so many years because I could not overcome my desire to unite, to connect. I have deemed it weak and flawed. I have exercised independence, bravado and a will power that astonishes even me at times. Still, I long to unite. With man? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Interesting question. I tend to prefer, "Where am I? And when I forget to ask altogether, I am astounded by the breathtaking possibilities. View my complete profile. It Felt Love By Hafiz.
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angelbirdflies: why I love my job
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Saturday, January 10, 2015. Why I love my job. So one day this week I got to play with kids and chickens and the next day the toddlers and I painted with pudding.I mean HELLO does it actually get better than this? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Interesting question. I tend to prefer, "Where am I? And when I forget to ask altogether, I am astounded by the breathtaking possibilities. View my complete profile. Nature and Child: Connecting Children with the Natural World. It Felt Love By Hafiz.
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angelbirdflies: This is one of my favorite poems…does this love exist? I dont know.
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Thursday, January 29, 2015. This is one of my favorite poems…does this love exist? The True Love by David Whyte. There’s a faith in loving fiercely the one who is rightfully yours. Especially if you have waited years and especially if part of you never. Believed you could deserve this loved and beckoning hand held. Out to you this way. I am thinking of faith now and the testaments of loneliness. And what we feel we are worthy of in this world. Years ago in the Hebrides I remember an old man. And any dark...
