Though we are constantly surrounded by magnetic energy, by looking carefully, we can find internal harmony.
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Though we are constantly surrounded by magnetic energy, by looking carefully, we can find internal harmony.
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Following what we believe in always ends with a positive outcome. Dedication and passion generate beautiful structure in our world.
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My desire
is always the same; wherever Life
deposits me:
I want to stick my toe
& soon my whole body
into the water.
I want to shake out a fat broom
& sweep dried leaves
bruised blossoms
dead insects
& dust.
I want to grow
something.
It seems impossible that desire
can sometimes transform into devotion;
but this has happened.
And that is how I’ve survived:
how the hole
I carefully tended
in the garden of my heart
grew a heart
to fill it.
Though different, we all start the same way. Our original interpretation of creation brings birth and invention.
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“Each one of us has lived through some devastation, some loneliness, some weather superstorm or spiritual superstorm, when we look at each other we must say, I understand. I understand how you feel because I have been there myself. We must support each other and empathize with each other because each of us is more alike than we are unalike.” ~ Maya Angelou
Being grateful for what we have increases feelings of happiness, love and appreciation.
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Be Thankful
Author Unknown
“Sanctuary 2012″~The natural world holds a temple, a safe place for growth. A healing shelter for seeds to germinate and take root.
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The New Colossus
By Emma Lazarus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
The most beautiful art can be found flourishing in nature…or your very own garden.
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Digging Potatoes, Sebago, Maine |
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| by Amy E. King | ||
Summer squash and snap-beans gushed
all August, tomatoes in a steady splutter
through September. But by October's
last straggling days, almost everything
in the garden was stripped, picked,
decayed. A few dawdlers:
some forgotten carrots, ornate
with worm-trail tracery, parsley parched
a patchy faded beige. The dead leaves
of potato plants, defeated and panting,
their shriveled dingy tongues
crumbling into the mud.
You have to guess where.
The leaves migrate to trick you. Pretend
you're sure, thrust the trowel straight in,
hear the steel strike stone, hear the song
of their collision—this land is littered
with granite. Your blade emerges
with a mob of them, tawny freckled knobs,
an earthworm curling over one like a tentacle.
I always want to clean them with my tongue,
to taste in this dark mud, in its sparkled scatter
of mica and stone chips, its soft genealogy
of birch bark and fiddleheads, something
that means place, that says here,
with all its crags and sticky pines,
its silent stubborn brambles. This
is my wine tasting. It's there,
in the potatoes: a sharp slice with a different blade
imparts a little milky blood, and I can almost
smell it. Ferns furling. Barns rotting.
Even after baking, I can almost taste the grit.
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Support our local school by purchasing one of these paintings from the exhibit “Small Wonders” at Occidental Center for the Arts!
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BY BOBBI KATZ
When we look through watery darkness, we find an expansion of golden light.
Graton artist and school teacher, Drea Jensen, in efforts to raise money for the Harmony Ark Education Foundation, is putting “Fluent 2012” up for sale, with proceeds going to help fund the enrichment educational needs of local students.