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airtists

we celebrate new ideas, we exchange them joyously, we collaborate to blaze new paths, we dont know where it's going but we're driven like deer through the forest seeking berries water shelter. we go everywhere unafraid of spiders snakes bears. we pluck leeches off our ankles like they were wet oak leaves and toss them onto the moss where they shiver and slink away. we paint our faces to look like fire and watch the sun burn.  we melt into night, dripping from a silvery dipper, we seefeelhear things differently, we are creatures of creative sp-splendor deep and restless shhh can you keep a secret?

things are moving skyward, look for cloud paintings

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grace

oprah winfrey and deepak chopra held a 21-day meditation online, about finding grace through gratitude. as their programs and presentations are always well tuned and inspiring, i was expecting more of the same, but i tell you, this one was different.

similarly, i was going along as usual, observing things, rearranging things, bringing order out of chaos, binding threads into skeins, collecting every scrap of awareness fabric, for a quilt that would cover the bed, and the legs of the bed so no monster under there could get out when suddenly i heard someone saying the words "Just find 3 things to be grateful about right now." It was easy, because the flowers are so nice, wellness is spreading like wildfire, and there are mysteries i dont know about yet. When that was over I thought of 3 more, and so on. i'm grateful for the old tree, for my melon I'm having for breakfast, for the rose of sharon in bloom, for the coffee, for the windows, for friends old and new, it can go on forever

but it doesn't go beyond reverie if i dont stop long enough to feel it, really feel that strong almost overwhelming gratitude, it's like a direct line charge to the heart and it shoots out streamers, that grow and reach for the highest and thus connect via that chakra to higher intelligence, the holy trinity, buddhist non-attachment, krishna and a thousand women at once, it can go on forever
 

Just saying....

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dial 411 information

"we're going our separate ways," she said, "after 25 years, it's that we've become different people," she said, "we've grown in different directions."

how many cliches is that I wondered "well at least there aren't any kids" I said adding another one.

but what does it really mean? do you look across the breakfast table one morning

and say "Hey honey, I think it's over, our marriage bites the dust" and then you both laugh and say "Yeah OK, let's sell the house"? Or is it after horrific months or years of arguing, friction, lack of cohesion, unhappiness, silence, resentment, secrets, or maybe something in between - the anatomy of a good-bye? A good buy?

I know I know, it's a lot of questions, one after another. let's narrow it down to "what do you really mean?" the one allowable question of the day. if consistent and true answering/hearing were prerequisite one could expect to figure out how to achieve world peace by the end of the week.

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       there's so much yet to brush up on in my spare time, for instance i would like to better understand the material nature of physical goodies that come in boxes - how  they may actually be virtual since everything is virtual on the dreamline. and life is a bowl of cherries, sweet and juicy with pits and a drippy ruby color that stains your fingers. natures way of reminding that blood and wine stains the carpet but back in the day when they feasted in lean-to's on straw it didn't matter much what fell on the floor, branches swept it all away or it sank into the earth.

during a neanderthal lifetime i was a young female who collected little white round stones when i found them poking up near the edge of the river, and i grouped them into little circles on the floor of our cave.

"fifteen of us live in the cave. we had to flee suddenly one night when i was thirteen due to invaders wanting to kidnap my aunties and i risked my life to gather up my stones. it was super-important. i would oil-shine them on my furry fore-arms, they were beautiful, everyone said so. I wanted to string them together and wear them

around my neck but they were too clunky, i'm 19 now and currently looking for smaller stones with little holes going through. I get lots of oohs and aahs about the white stones, it drives some of the older guys crazy. but my two younger sisters are collecting stones now too, and everyone is getting curious, i think i might start collecting something else, like shells"

"uh huh, ok, now see yourself leaving that neanderthal lifetime and traveling forward on that same path that will lead you to another lifetime...."

"we're in the high hills of the alps, i have flowers in my shoes, i live with a kindly old couple and many lambs. i love flowers and it's a good thing because they are everywhere. one always hears the wind. we have a waterfall and a rushing stream

and a little boat we can float down with, all the way to the valley, but it's a strenuous walk back carrying the boat so we take the donkey with us and he carries the boat."

"hmmm, i am going to call you back to the present lifetime on the count of three...one, two. three. open your eyes. you're feeling fine, better than before, you're wide awake and aware. Now, tell me, do you remember what you saw?

"gathering stones, constructing shapes, floating downstream, the benefits of having a donkey"

"exactly. can you elaborate?"

"elegant things, useful shortcuts"

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