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moni-schott's picture
Jun.21.2013
Nurturance: emotional and physical nourishment, support and care given to someone; the ability to give such care. Transition and nurturance go together. The two are like the rain and sun, night and day. The rain comes, dampens, sometimes floods us and brings the wind with it as its partner to wreak...
patricia-lantz's picture
Jun.21.2013
As I read your wonderful words I can't help but believe that whoever said "When the student is ready the teacher will appear" was correct. It often seems to me that all the experiences in life led us to the life we were destined to experience. And that...
moni-schott's picture
Jun.13.2013
Transition: a movement, passage, or change from one position, state, stage, subject, concept, etc., to another. Life is a string of constant transitions. We're always moving, changing and morphing on a physical, mental and emotional level at different times in our lives and at different rates of...
moni-schott's picture
May.28.2013
I caught a segment wrapping up the week on talk back radio a few days ago and instantly found myself connecting what I was listening to with a wonderful blog I read earlier, on love being all that really matters in life (Love is everything). The talk back discussion was about the right for same-sex...
patti-lawson's picture
May.20.2013
   AbI Gal in front of the Bird of Paradise plant. Now she is a bird in Paradise.    Our house is strangely silent this morning. Sadie walks over to the window in the dining room where AbiGal our cockatiel’s cage has been for almost four years. She sniffs the floor. She runs her...
marie-a-bailey's picture
May.16.2013
Do you remember when you left Was it whenYou looked up into the night skyAnd saw the brilliant starsThe expanding universeThe mysteries of the galaxiesThe endlessness of Time Was it whenYou looked down into my eyesAnd saw the faintest of lightThe boundaries of my soulThe simpleness of my mindThe...
moni-schott's picture
May.14.2013
The scent of hyacinth from the windowsill draws down into the pit of my belly and the core of my drained brain begins to lift to wake my senses. I’m standing by my eye into the soul of life and want to trap the scent of the flowers that trails out through a small opening. It’s through this eye that...
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May.08.2013
Judgement yearns for Empathy, an intense yearning that makes him feel things in his heart and solar plexus that he doesn’t understand, and because of his lack of understanding, he ignores them, discounts them to nothing. That’s the trouble with Judgement, he rarely thinks beyond what he knows. He...
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Apr.16.2013
We all have our own little indulgences, beloved drinks or foods, the yummiest lollies, chocolates, treats or candies. Mine is a bag of mixed sweets dominated by a Caramel Bud, a pot of honey and an old-time favourite, the Chocolate Mate. My Caramel Bud is full of buttery charm with a determination...
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Apr.09.2013
A leathery-skinned sea cucumber can twist its middle like a liquorice stick and split into two. The two pieces then grow new backs and fronts to become two separate and whole sea cucumbers. They can violently contract their muscles and throw out internal organs through their anus, and regenerate...