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castle in the sky? cottage by the sea?

Spain, Asturias,Covadonga  High above the clouds

a castle sat, built of stone and made to last

when perched on a chair by a window

we could look out and see forever….

Looking down we saw the town around

and people going about their daily lives

me, sometimes you, and even we two

could sit for hours and enjoy the view

But what  was there for us to do

when not with you, I sat alone

sitting, staring, but not sharing

Are the people below any different

as the go about, do they look up and wonder

what we are doing up here high in the sky

Scotland,Highlands In my cottage by the sea

the coming home is always such s joy

we seem our home. nestled  there,

with the water, hills and valleys

as for as the eye can see

We get to hear the water grumble when it storms

and see the clouds roll in to turn the sky
from blue to gray

Our time is measured by the natural

flow of morning light to end of day.

We know we are not alone,

we see the cars drive by

even the odd hiker will stop to say “hi..”

Yet, we often wonder,

would life be different if we were not by the sea…

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Guess what… we all need food to nourish our bodies, and each and every one of us, has our own food preferences.  The same applies to our spiritual needs, we are all wanting to find, love, peace, and tranquility in our days/nights. We each need to travel our own paths to towards this goal.  But what is the common in thread in all of us, big, small, tall, short, whatever, is the love we give ourselves.

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Namaste      –      Oyashikiri

* Spain, Covadonga,Asturias

**Scottish Highlands

*** ginger-peanut Somen Noodles

The Secret. by Q

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Lucky Monkey bowed her head and listened to the birds calling back and forth to each other.  She wondered if Bending Willow had heard her just now as he had entered the courtyard.  The day was coming to an end, yet she could still feel the warmth of th lingering sun on her shoulders.

She knew that she shouldn’t be there, if she was found in the garden her Father would be furious with her.  Quietly she tipped toed to the vine-covered swings.  Her heart skipped a beat, would Laughing Bird be there she wondered.  Then she scolded herself for being silly.

Laughing Bird had been so serious when he had told her that if she wanted the secret of the whispering shells she had to meet him after evening prayers.  Little Monkey could still see his earnest face peering down into her eyes.  Just as she had been about to ask him if he meant what he was saying, Bending Willow had come and pulled her away, scolding her for talking to Laughing Bird.  Laughing Bird had been her constant companion till one day her Father had told her she was too old to be romping with the boys, she was now to focus on her studies.

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Bending Willow was the same age as she was, her Mother was concubine to Little Monkey’s Father, and currently the favourite.  Little Monkey’s Mother, Shining Star had fallen from favour when she refused to consent to Little Monkey’s Father’ wish to bring hone another concubine.  Shining Star was No.1 wife, she did not wish another concubine in the home.

Fragrant Pearl, Bending Willow’s Mother had been understanding and had taken her master’s part in the quarrel.  Roaring Lion, Little Monkey’s brother had stood by his Mother, so Master Wu had not brought home his latest love.  He had been forced to rent a house on the other side of town.  He had not forgiven Shining Star and had stayed away for days and days.

Then one day, news had come that a stranger had come to the village and was looking for the husband of the woman known as Shining Star.  Little Monkey’s Father had called to him, they had met and talked for hours.  When the stranger left, Little Monkey’s Father had come home and gone straight to Shining Star’s quarters and begged to be forgiven.  He had brought with him a box carved in the finest ebony.  When Shining Star opened the box, her eyes had grown wide with wonder.

sea shells 2Leaning forward to get a better look she gave a small sigh and fainted.  In the box sat the prettiest of shells, beautifully sculpted by nature, from which came the faint whispering sounds of the sea.

There was a hush in the House of Wu.  Shining Star had not regained consciousness.  She slept an endless dream.  A smile played on her lips, her breath was sweet and pure, but she did not stir.

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Little Monkey breathed a sigh of relief, Laughing Bird was sitting hidden under the heavy growth of the lush wisteria vine.

“So, Little Monkey you have come” he smiled up at her.

Seeing him sitting crossed legged his head resting on his hands she smiled remembering all the times they had st across from each other, each telling a secret trying to outdo the other.

“Oh Laughing Bird” cried Little Monkey, her hands reaching out to him, her eyes searching his face “yu know how sad I am that my Mother will not wake.  Tell me you were not teasing, do you really know the secret of the whispering shells?”

“Here, come sit beside me” Laughing Bird patted the ground beside him.  Remember when I told you that I saw your Father in the  village talking to the stranger from the big city?”

Little Monkey was sitting across from him, leaning forward so she could hear. She knew that she would have to let him tell her the story his way.   “Well do you remember?” Laughing Bird was looking at her intently. Her fragile beauty stirred his emotions, he held back his desire to reach out and touch her.

“Yes, yes I remember Laughing Bird, please tell me what you know” Little Monkey wondered if he was stalling for time. Why was he looking at her that way?

Laughing Bird began, “I saw Bending Willow and her Mother talking to the stranger before the stranger spoke to your Father”

Little Monkey could not believe her ears, “you what! you saw Bending Willow and Fragrant Pearl speaking with the stranger?”

“Yes, but not only that, there was another man there too, he was wearing a big ring that shone like the stars.  He carried a big black bag out of which he took a package.  I crept closer  trying to hear what they were saying but I could not get too close for fear that I would be heard.  By the time your Father arrived, Fragrant Flower, Bending Willow and the man with the ring were gone”  Laughing Bird paused, “this is the interesting part Little Monkey”  his voice dropped a pitch, she had to lean even closer so that she could hear. “I could see your Father was worried, he kept shaking his head, then suddenly Fragrant Flower and Bending Willow came back.  They began to talk to your Father, by their gestures they seemed to be reassuring him, they didn’t want the man to leave, they wanted your Father to take the package.  Finally your Father took the package and left with Fragrant Flower and Bending Willow.  Seeing my chance I went over to the stranger.”

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Little Monkey gasped, her little hands balled into fists “you, you went and talked to the stranger, but what did he say?”

“I told him that I was a friend of Master Wu’s daughter”

He said, “ah, so you know Little Monkey”

“Little Monkey, he knew your name! ”

Little Monkey could not speak, she looked at her friend in wonder, “then do you know what he said ” Laughing Bird seemed to expect  her to answer, but Little Monkey was too caught up to answer.  Laughing Bird leaned closer and whispered so quietly that she had to strain to hear

“Little Monkey, he said that your Mother’s spirit has gone into the shell.  If she is to return someone will have to reach her spirit in the shell.  When I asked what the package had been, he only laughed and said “son, you are young, you do not understand the ways of the old” then he laughed and turned to go.  I begged him to tell me about the whispering shells.”  Laughing Bird stopped, his eyes staring off into some far off place.

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Little Monkey could not believe Laughing Bird’s timing, “yes YES? ” she tugged at his sleeve, “tell me please, this is not the time for your games, you know that I am listening to you, did he tell you what the secret is?”

“Laughing Bird do you hear me, please, did he tell you what the secret of the whispering shells is?”  Little Monkey was now leaning very close to Laughing Bird, yet even so she had to really listen when he spoke.

“The secret Little Monkey is .. love..”

“Love ?” Little Monkey said the word over and over, “..love.. what did he mean?”

“Laughing Bird, what is love, what has love to do with the whispering shells?”

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I did my best not to edit, or correct, I simply retyped what I found.  I wrote this many years ago, finding it today, was a reminder to me that the Universe will give me answers, I need only listen, this time it gave it back to me in my own words.

Namaste     –     Oyashikiri

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a story

It was wild, it was fierce, the wind and rain pelted viciously against the window, there was nothing to do but wait.

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Thunder rumbled across the angry sky, I could feel the shuddering of the wooden floor in the little cabin, as the storm picked up its tempo.  Across the bay I could see lights flickering along the shoreline. Everything was blurred by an almost solid curtain of falling rain. A loud staccato filled the air, a sharp piercing light filled the sky as yet another bolt of lightning shot across towards the distant shore.

Suddenly there was quiet, the lights across the bay had all gone out.  It was silent, and it was black.

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The all-encompassing passion of the storm had passed.  Where before, the rage, the immediate explosion of emotion had grabbed all of my attention.  Now I was alone again with my thoughts. For a time I had fed on the energy that surrounded me, now it was time to listen to the quiet.

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Such is life.  Each day is a new beginning.  How you handle each circumstance that appears before you, will determine the outcome. Storms are necessary to clear the air .. storms return balance to an atmosphere that has become toxic.  Life is for living.  No more…. No less….

Namaste     –     Oyashikiri

shadow art, and verse

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“First impression” are not always what they seem

even though, the 1st impression is

often what stays in our mind.

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Never “judge a book by its cover”

when we respect the differences in others

we learn more about ourSelves

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we, are all more than the image we see

reflected back to us in a mirror

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Good morning everyone, blessings be….

may your day be full of wonder and mystery

may a gentle Hand of God/Tao, guide you through a magical day

Namaste      –      Oyashikiri

PL Precept  #1    Life is Art

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haunting

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so hauntingly beautiful

so hypnotic to the soul

how is it that such visual rendering

can so silently enter

into our personal world of fantasy

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silent echos weave through the mind

leaving emotional images recreate moments in time

when only the sublime is left

to imprint a message that cannot be easily defined

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love is such an emotion

so awesome, so divine

its haunting power fills the mind

 in no way can it be confined

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 there is no me

there is no you

we are united in the

haunting Universe of ONE

Q

*reflection

**theartofanimation.tumblrt.com

***Ketchikan Forest, Alaska 500px.c0m

*** ponderation.net

bonjour, good morning! buen dia

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Do you pray, is a very personal question. As individuals we are all unique and our way of expression, and faith is something that is ours and ours alone.  Or is it?  What is it that we are told growing up, try not to talk about politics, or religion, stay on safe ground.

When we become friends with someone, it is a process that happens over time, some people you may feel an immediate kinship towards, and others, well, let’s say, we have to warm to.  Some we never connect with at all.

With the passing of time, the friends that stay in our lives are the friends that accept the changes that  happen in life and with our personal evolvement.  And of course vice versa. No one stays the same from day-to-day, the changes may be subtle at first, but change we do.

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Happiness  happens when we establish goals and work towards achieving them on a daily basis. Living in Perfect Liberty means we pray not only daily but all the time, it is a way of life. We connect with a higher power and do our best to stay connected in all we say and do.  When we can do this every day with true appreciation, we will be filled with a genuine feeling of joy .. this will radiate and envelope those around us.

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I believe our faith and good intentions will resonate with the friends we make along the way, some will stay a long time and others will be move on towards their own destiny and purpose.  What is important is that you remain true to yourself.

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pic boat,Blue Lagoon, Jamaica

determination

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In life when we begin a new project, or decide to make a major change in our lives, usually the first step, is a germ of a seed is planted, it takes root and then begins to grow. With some people the idea may lie dormant for some time before they actually decide to move forward.  Then again, some may begin the process but get side tracked and the idea is left to grow on its own, without any further input from the originator.

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When we don’t take a firm stand or move forward with a determination to see the project through, results are often not what we expected or anticipated.

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Some roots show such determination they will grow with each passing moment, slowing inching their way to the light of day and will use any way/method available to them to do so.

When we try to suppress a desire or passion that needs expression, especially one that is a lesson in life we have to learn or face… …. …. the force of nature will prevail.

There are times when we see a perfection …. however the perception, might not necessarily be consonant with reality, in moments of grace (enriching time in  inner development and self-expression)…  those involved in creative and artistic endeavors will find their “work” very satisfying.  For it will appear to be divinely inspired and when such moments happen, relish them, enjoy the moment, then flow with the changes…. let go, let it change to what it will be…

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Namaste     –     Oyashikiri

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May your day be blessed with peace and happiness!

Forever, Always

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laat lets van je horen! Keep in touch!

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What a wonderful holiday, what views, what excitement with each new place we “discovered”, it was one “wow”! after another, the fresh air, the under travelled roads, hidden treasures. wow, wow,wow!

Italy,Capri,Campania by claudiodelfuoco  flickrWhether we are driving the coast of Italy, or rounding a bend on the island of Cape Breton, Canada,Mother Nature never fails to amaze us with her awesome natural  sculptures that have been long in the making.

nova scotia, cape bretonHolidays, happen, they come and go, but the memories live on, the intoxications of the moment, the moments when words fail you, where  you simply have no   choice but to look out in wonder at what your eyes, mind,body, and soul are feeling. These moments are real, and will always be a part of you.

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PL quote” Everything that happens to you is Material for Growth ”  Keep in touch with yourSelf, your desires, your memories that resonate within you.  They will keep you balanced, connected to God, grounded in nature….Keep in touch!

Namaste     –     Oyashikiri

2nd & last photo Italy

last photo,Cristallo,Dolomites of Trentino

title,Dutch & English

domingo, bom dia

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Waking to another day, yawns and stretches

looks out the window, nice, sunshine

still …. don’t know if I’ve finished with the dream

the bed was sooo cosy, familiar moment =^_^=

bem vindo – welcome to another day

Precept #1 … life is art…

We have a whole new day to spend in our own special way

Processed with VSCOcam with p5 presetIf I was by the lake,

it would be great to sit outside for morning prayers

the morning light shimmering over the water,

the birds singing in the trees

the canoe would beckon and I would want to

drift slowly out into the calm

and from the canoe close my eyes

to feel the morning dew, and let my thoughts

and happiness drift up to you.

You are with me everywhere

I know, I really truly do,

so I’ll head over to church and share this morning’s

prayer with you, with my friends in our community who share my love for you.  With anticipation, I look forward

to the dedicated service that we have that allows us to pray together, each and every voice blending in unison

expanding our happiness in being ONE with you.

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” estava triste

I was unhappy

Adei, andei

I sought, I sought

Agora estou

Now I know

vivo semper a sorrir

I always live with a smile”  (excepts from Come Quem Contar) (Who to Trust)

God is love, Love is God

We are ONE

Namaste    –    Oyashikiri

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Inner Sensitivity

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Oh to be lazy, to sit in the hammock and simply while away the day. =^_^=

Today’s lesson is about being able to perceive our surroundings with more sensitivity.

We are asked to continue to learn and to add to our knowledge and experiences.

Learning can be painful, it can produce growing pains….  actually, most lessons that contribute to our sensitivity to SELF, are ones that force us to face some of the truths, that lie dormant in our Being

intellectually we work things out so that we contrive a form of acceptance.  A way to live with the feelings of vulnerability, our inner insecurities, if we are truly honest with ourselves, we all have to deal with these feelings, thoughts, and inner ramblings.  Will lying in the hammock, closing our eyes, and letting the sounds of the meadow change things?

Sometimes, my surroundings are important, I am happy being where I am…. the question that i ask, is there a need …to always interact with our surroundings, or…. can we simply BE.

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To be more aware, to be more in tune with our surroundings, we need to focus and be present, in all we say and do.

no more… …no less

Namaste   –   Oyashikiri

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