The Image Game

How do you see your friends?
Literally… as in an image?
If you could choose just one, what would it be…

Via the delicious iKat, I’m a’playing the Image Game.
She chose this picture as how she sees me, and I love seeing her vision of me…

Here’s how to play
1. Choose a search engine (I use Google Images) and click on “Images”
2. Choose a 5 random blogfriends (or not random, your choice)
3. Think of a word that you feel best describes your blogfriend
4. Do an IMAGE SEARCH on that word
5. Pick the image that best fits your pal & post it.

here’s mine ~

Deni :: tender bean

Gail :: seeer

Lisa Marie :: jane austen

Sonya :: breaking open

Tine :: symbols

and iKat… how do I see you? like this: burst.

all in a lunch hour


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my artist muse painting…
she comforts me and incites me into the WILD living.

all in a lunch hour today…

the first meditation group at work.
she leads us, and we plummet into deepness, gentleness,
the beauty of the dark.
she reads outloud a story of avalon.
i am there, breath by breath in, breath by breath out,
deeper into the story, deeper into the moment.

i fall into visions.
i look down and see a baby clasped at my breast.
by the time she calls us back into the room,
i am soaring as an eagle in the grand canyon.
it is hard to come back after twenty minutes
of the peaceful dark behind my eyelids,
and the sight that lies there.

then outside, we sat in the wind,
and we talked.
t a l k e d.
we shared about the hard bits, the empty bits, the uncomfortable bits ~
the scared, the sad, the guilt, the lost, the knowing and the unknowing.
all these bits, me and my dear friend spoke outloud to each other,
and the wind took them away,
like grit and sand being sifted from a green glass bottle.

that was all we needed,
just to say them outloud,
let them be heard,
and be taken away by the wind.

the hearing, the being,
the seeing, the saying,
the dark, and the gusty light,
all in a lunch hour.

all shades of the rainbow

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and when you are feeling tired and worn,
a little bit confused as to where this is all going,
wondering when this valley of the wave will turn into a new lift,

i send you

… a new tranquil blue bedroom with wide open windows, where each night you wake up because of moonbeams and insights;
… baby rainbow cinos with hundreds and thousands and marshmallows;
… knowing that the steps are leading into a better way of being;
… the scent of herbs on your hands as you make your first smudge sticks;
… a friend who asks the whys and hows directly, unflinchingly, kindly;
… the miracle of witnessing dear friends flourish in their own growing magnificence {i see you j & d}
… the sweetness of curling up in bed with stars and crickets and a book.
… the perfect juicy plum.

someone sent me these.
thank you
xoxox

i send the love and gentleness back into the world,
to fall into the hands of who needs them right now.

other things that delight me right now ~

* the belief~inspiring story of the “buddha boy
check out the beautiful gallery of photos {the link to it is on the
right of the article, called “Months of Meditation” ~ they constitute reason #188 why i want to go to tibet…

* the discussions of fear at pink coyote‘s place is enthralling, honouring and awakening.

* the poetry of purity by stefanie renee
thank you for sharing how to see things – not as shameful or too dreamy or mundane or ridiculous, but as all pure and sublime…

My heart becomes a wing, a torch, a promise

“I will not die an unlived life.


I will not live in fear

of falling or catching fire.


I choose to inhabit my days,

to allow my living to open me,

to make me less afraid,

more accessible,


to loosen my heart

until it becomes a wing,

a torch, a promise.

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I choose to risk my significance,

to live so that which came to me as seed

goes to the next as blossom

and that which came to me as blossom,

goes on as fruit.”

by Dawna Markova

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sonya, goddess and friend.
JOURNEY~woman.

Returning…

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I have returned.

And perhaps in some way I have returned to myself.

My adventure away was lovely…
I learned so much on the management course, and particularly loved the bits on emotional intelligence, ego states and finding out I am an ENFP {Extraverted Intuition with Introverted Feeling}. Shockingly enough, I’m a feeeeeeelllleerrr.

For me, the big parts weren’t really about the course.
It was the time away, alone~ness and interactions with new spirits.

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moss grows there everywhere…

I had some divine times sharing with others. Highlights include ~

:: a morning tea chat turning into a discussion of god, buddhism and infinite love with the lovely j
:: hearing a diver’s stories of diving in antartica and seeing the majesty of seals swimming
:: sitting in emergency ward with a girl who had been sitting across from me at dinner. her finger had been caught in a window, so we decided to have an “emergency ward adventure.” i think we may just have been the happiest emergency ward attendees at 11pm. we giggled madly, talked about yoga and spirituality, and took an emergency kit of amusement with us: mermaid cards, stones, yoga books and the results of her latest shopping expeditions. i was kinda disappointed that she got attended to so quickly! an adventure indeed…

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sweet, sweet incubation space…

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My room there was filled with beautiful energy ~ it was huge, and coloured cream. For the first time in my life, I really fell in love with cream. I felt like I was being held in a cream womb. It was soft and kind, earthy and love~filled. I find myself wanting to paint paintings dripping with cream. The bed was elevated, and looked out over the huge couch, through the wooden blinds to the sweeping pines and out to the lake. I discovered later that it was the bridal suite of the lodge… the universe was filled with blessings for me.

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I heard only the beat of my own heart while in that room ~ it was incubation. It was only the third time I had spent away from Chris in our five years together. I spent the time retreating, journalling, opening the bay windows to look down to the lake. I don’t know if I can describe what happened there, and I don’t know if I need to. I only know that I did it for me, I heard it for me, and this time, that is enough.

My journal is filled with my days and moments. It speaks of the mountains and the waves, and it sings of them like a conch shell.

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I learned again just how much I love Leonie company. I feel like my board has been wiped clean, and coloured cream. Ready to begin again, paint a new coloured life for me.

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i feel new direction in me…
a deepening of my innate knowing of north…

I return and find myself wanting to paint all the rooms in my house cream, make a lake in my backyard, and clean the house out. Simplify into peacefulness.

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the field outside my door…

I return, and want to write something beautiful on this blank slate of mine… i am on a detox of all varieties, following the book 10 days to better health. It isn’t just about the food ~ it’s about herbal teas, dream diaries, aromatherapy, stretching, breathing and meditation. I want to be all I can be. I want to reside gracefully and meaningfully in this temple of mine.

I feel clearer, I feel creamier, I feel in my womb. I walk the streets and I hear me.

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