Manifest Dreams

The lovebirds are daily visitors now to the backyard garden. Apparently they get along just fine with all the other species of birds that feast with them. I just counted nine of them, among the grackles, finches, pigeons, and sparrows. Such a miraculous delight to sit and watch these cutie pies fly their colors around like a frenzied artist at work. It is just indescribable.

Pretty Birds

Turquoise tail flips and cute head nods

Soft and Sweet

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Looking forward to 2018, and to graduating from college. A goal that in my youth I thought impossible, Nothing is impossible. I just got the breakdown of my NES English exam, interesting, I did score well above the standard, but boy did I bomb in the poetry section. Meter analysis is just not my thing, I knew that going in to the exam lol, at least I know what I don’t know. I have studied it since the exam, and guess what? I still don’t, oh well.

I have a good feeling overall for everybody, and for world consciousness elevation. I still believe be the architect of your dream, build it, and it will manifest. Together we can believe an manifest the world of love, beauty, peace, creation, and harmony that we want to exist in.

Namaste

Art

Gwenn Seemel

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If You Ask Me

If You Ask Me                    

By

Sindy Simms

 

If you ask me, ask me who

Who would paint a butterfly blue?

 

If you ask me, ask me who

Who would hang red feathers from string

Who would hear the angels sing?

 

If you ask me, ask me who

Who would dream a fairy tale

And who would tell it very well?

 

If you ask me, ask me who

Who would count the stars for you?

 

I would answer

It is me

I do

I will paint a butterfly blue

I hang red feathers on string

I can hear the angels sing

I can dream a fairy tale

And I can tell it very well

I would count the stars for you

 

If you ask me, ask me who

It is me

I do

 

10/13/17

 

 

 

 

Birth Happiness

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Happy Anniversary with WordPress.com!
You registered on WordPress.com 5 years ago.
Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging.
Happy Birthday
Blue Butterflies & Me
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The birth of my blog has truly birthed happiness and good friends. Thank you all so much for not only supporting my blog, but for supporting me and my life. I recall making the journey alone from Louisiana to Arizona driving a U-Haul truck and pulling a car in high winds, but I knew that my blog friends were with me and keeping me in their thoughts and prayers. This amazing community has helped me grow spiritually, creatively and consciously. I have made some really great friends here, and I love you all.
Thank you all so very much~
Namaste
Sindy

Here I Love You

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Here I Love You

Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.

Here I love you.
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.

The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and starts to sing to me.

The moon turns its clockwork dream.
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.

Pablo Neruda

Painting by Anna Razumovskaya

Winter Solstice

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Solstice draws nigh
dark days, long, longest night
deep remembrance
journey of the soul
moving, ever moving
moving to stand still
still in the darkest light
the most glorious light
light of the undying Sun
standing sill. still point
where we bask breathe
delight in Light, Love
pure beingness
This ever turning play –
dance of dark and light
our soul’s shadow dancing
concealing and revealing
gently, reverently mirroring
cosmic flow and rhythm
of which you and I are part –
One in the eternal dance
movement-Eternal moment
meeting, re-uniting ever again
as One . . . separating, then returning
again and again

HollyRose Gosselin

~Thanks to Holly Rose my FB friend, and sistar~

Solstice facts

Archangel Raziel

 art by Jessica Galbraith

Mid-Winter’s Night

Painting by Kinuko Y. Craft. Oil over watercolor on board. Published by SeaStar Books 2000.Music

Hey everyone. I am wishing that you are all healthy, happy & abundant. I am hoping that you are enjoying the Holiday Season, but if perchance you are one that is troubled by the holidays, I send you extra love. I am going to see A Mid-Winter’s Night Dream, a seasonal transposition of Shakespeare’s classic, at Taliesin West, which was Frank Lloyd Wright’s, Winter home, I am so excited. Going this afternoon.

 

Painting

The Fairy Godmother

Kinuko Y. Craft

 

Fairy Moonbeams

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Hello friends. The moon is beautiful tonight. I have been so, so busy but finally relief, well… for a minute.

All is well. My A session class is over, and my first grade at ASU, is an A. The Shakespeare paper resulted in a B, and coming from him, that is a A. lol First Shakespeare midterm, and well, I passed, grades not in yet. I will avoid anything with elements of poetry analysis if at all possible in the future. What is the vehicle and what is the tenor for this metaphor? Ay, caramba! I do not know. I tried. But for the most part it is going well. I just found out I am going to high school next semester for my internship. Hmmm, We shall see?

I have read several more books, “Uglies” by Scott Westerfeld, a dystopian novel where everyone is ugly and then they’re not. A really fun read, and I got to go see him speak that week at a local bookstore with my “Uglies” group  from class. It was fun. I will warn that the book is one of three, and there was no resolution at the end. Argh! As soon as I am out for Christmas I will venture into the other two, “Pretties”, and “Specials.” After reading his book I thought he was going to be a bit deeper than he was, but he was really funny. Also “I Am J”, about a transgender teen, pretty good, but the GLBTQ community doesn’t seem to like it much. The author Cris Beam was well meaning, and the book had its moments.

So. . . I miss yall. I wish I had more time to connect. Sending out love far, and wide. Kisses, and magical fairy dust dropping down on the rays of the moonbeams to all~