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Thursday, 13 August 2009
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*** Superstar ***
I have three very beautiful and talented daughters and several
beautiful talented soul-daughters. I love them all and extremely proud of each of them.
However, today is
Samaria's day (first born)!
It is opening night for yet
another stage production that she is in.
" Playing Doctor "
at the STAR Theater in California.
Superstar at Age 3
Superstar at Age 5
Superstar at Age 23
Superstar Today...
Wow, how blessed am I,
Wednesday, 12 August 2009
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Currently
The Lost Art of Time Travel
By Presto Ballet
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Life Update:
Well, it looks as if another move is coming up a month from now. I cannot move my mom here…it would just be too hard on her…so back to Wichita I go. I told the universe, I am willing to move back, however, I am not willing to move back in with my mom…that I need my own house. So this is how God answered my prayer, my order if you will? There is the sweetest little house next door to my mother’s property, and the young man that lives there has bought a new house and will be moving at the end of September. With the housing market the way it is, he is willing to rent it to me as long as I need it. So I will put out my shingle again, counseling/coaching/and guided dream imaging, This way I can make my own hours, be there for mom when she needs me, continue to work on my writing and set up a small studio space…so that I can be creative.
This is tough for me. Of course, I want to be there for my mom as long as she needs me, I could not be happy anywhere else at this point. So, I allow myself a small amount of time thinking about my future, i.e. returning to Taos someday, moving to Hawaii, or New Zealand, free to travel, to be, to do all the things that I want to do, when I want to do them. I know this may sound selfish, and I know…that god has a plan for me in the here and now…and I am a good student. I will continue to yield, learn, grow, face the challenges, and be diligent throughout it all. However, I do so enjoy those few moments that I allow myself to dream of the future, pay homage to the past and yes the rest of the time…I work at being fully present.
Blessings and hugs,
Ashes
Monday, 10 August 2009
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My Prayer
© eb bowling, 2009
My prayer hath been
“Dear Lords, I do beg of thee
let this cup pass away from me
For I have no desire
to be christened weirdo, saint, nor liar.”
Long ago in early days,
Twas song, dance, rhyme, and plays
that filled my mind and fed my soul
sustenance served from the cosmic bowl.
Laid it all down and walked away
sought time with others, just to play.
Came the Gods…knocking upon my gate!
I tried to ignore, I tried to escape.
You there, hidden behind high walls
Come out! Be seen! I heard their calls
I crouched and crawled, spoke not a word
made myself as small as a baby bird.
Minding no one but myself
I put my past upon a shelf.
Hid away on mountain tops
safe from all the haves and have-nots.
Did not acknowledge, hear, nor see
tried to let it all go, let it all be.
A beautiful time of quiet bliss
awakened each morning by the gods’ gentle kiss.
When all was silent and at rest
I knew twas time to dismantle my nest.
Therefore, from the mountain I descended
knowing the pursuit of me had not ended
No longer desire to shy away from the call
no more hiding behind gate nor wall.
No more sleeping, stay awake
tis time to give... not time to take
My proper place I now accept
I yield; I come with newfound respect.
my prayer today, and this be true
Let thy will be done, may I always serve you.
Sunday, 09 August 2009
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The following happened just as it is written; simply, pure, natural, unscripted, unlimited, almost unbelievable, but true. It happened Friday evening, in the presence and company of Funky_Stuff_Studio. Thank you Ms. M. for your friendship and wisdom. Thank you for sharing in the holding of sacred space and for having the courage to be open.
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Transcendence
© eb bowling, 2009
Simply sitting in my living room
talking and laughing
both, aware of subtle changes
ripples in time and space.
Tired perhaps,
from a long day
and a feast of salmon,
fresh veggies,
and heavy fried bread.
Silence came
beckoning our attention.
A numinous haze
enveloping us.
Like ocean waves lapping
against the shore
washing away the universe
as we knew it.
Heavy and immobilized
our human forms
as we ascended;
allowing the mind and spirit to roam.
Altered consciousness.
Long moments of silence.
Breathing became an effort.
Both morphing into
all that we had ever been
Asian, Angelo, Native, African
young, old, male, female.
Our...journey ended
My Solitary journey began.
An ornate orb of gold and red
appeared in front of me
Spinning
Moving
Closer and closer
Until It became me
and I became it
.
Body, mind, and consciousness
Orb~ness, if you will.
Laughter moved throughout my body
loud and robust
rolling off my tongue
gushing into the universe.
A tsunami of emotional release.
The vibration lifting me fromthe elements of flesh and bones
...transcendence into peace.
Embraced by a sweet mystical silence
Time lost its face and power.
“Reality” held no edges,
Defined or undefined.
l-o-n-g s-i-l-e-n-c-e...
There from the quiet,
Commencing somewhere deep and ancient
I heard the humming of an old woman.
She drew closer
the humming louder
And then she surfaced.
Now humming with me,
through me.
Rocking back and forth
deep mournful cries.
Generations of loss.
Unmeasurable sorrow.
Grief and longing.
Undeniable pain and suffering
the old woman’s backbone.
We were one.
hunched over with heavy burden.
Weeping
mourning
crying.
Finally peace came
ushered in by quiet.
Tears drying on the face
The spine straightening
awareness shifting
All sorrow gone.
He, Grandfather
now stood close,
our noses almost touching,
began talking to me
and then through me.
The tongue of the ancients
Wise and strong
clear and perpetual.
I was carried away
By the vibration
intensity and rhythm
of his voice.
It freed the cells,
there was no body
no mind
from which to filter;
merely unadulterated experience.
Allowing me to be at one
with all that was, is, or will be.
My time with the Grandfather
drew to an end.
“Gather up your gifts”
I heard him say…
“Return home. Do what is yours to do
And do so with peace in your spirit
And the knowing you now carry in your heart.”
With those words
...a great stillness washed over me...
After a long while
Mind and substance
Once again began to take shape.
Breath and movement slowly returned.
The world formed from the
ethers of life
filling and claiming
time and space.
Home again.
Wednesday, 05 August 2009
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I am so excited...Funky_Stuff_Studio is coming for a visit. Don't think I have forgotten you all and about the big Blogville party at my New Mexico mountain home...Life has thrown me a Kansas curve ball. However, I fully intend to return to NM someday, get my home ready...and send out the invites...lol.. I'm serious now!
Thank you for all your wonderful comments as I work my way through my mental/emotional closets.
Love and hugs to you all...Ashes
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http://communication.ucsd.edu/Curriculum.html Love, Live Well, Laugh Often!
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To my girls out there working out! Back on Track. I think of you daily, and it inspires me. Point of no Return!
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Great News! I have a dear friend of 17 years who is moving here to Taos in May I am sooooo excited! ~ hugs ~ Ashes
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