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Posted by Leanna - Tuesday, May 5, 2015 - 12:21pm


heart, mind, hands

“The three elements of creativity are thus: loving, knowing, and doing - or heart, mind, and hands - or, as Zen Buddhist teaching has it; great faith, great question, and great courage.”
' Guardian ' by Chie Yoshii
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Posted by Leanna - Tuesday, May 5, 2015 - 12:05pm


Are we phantom enough?

'Shall we pitch ourselves into the ocean, shall we hurl ourselves into the rampart?
Shall we sink our teeth into the rocks, the waves, the shadow, the rose?
Shall we costume ourselves in ruins and wrap this lump of sand in our gala frocks?
Will you slip your satin slipper over the sand's foot?
Do you think the phantoms taking up residence behind this rampart, the phantoms we await, will attend?
Are we phantom enough?'
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Posted by Leanna - Monday, May 4, 2015 - 12:06pm


Have courage & be kind.

"Have courage and be kind. For where there is kindness there is goodness, and where there is goodness there is magick."
-- Cinderella
 

Posted by Leanna - Monday, May 4, 2015 - 4:26am


world, feelings, imagination

"World Feelings and Imagination" by Zofia Rydet,  c. 1975

The past is a labyrinth. 
One does not have to step into it and move step by step through every turn and twist. 
The past reveals itself instantly, in todays fever or abscess of the soul.  
 

Posted by Leanna - Monday, May 4, 2015 - 3:58am


Flower Moon

Magick is a way to engage the powers of your mind, spirit, soul, subconscious...  When effected correctly, it invokes the power of positive thinking in one's mind and creates a subconscious inclination to achieve one's desires.  Yes, there are mystical forces at work in the universe that aide in achieving one's dreams...  But the key to magick is what occurs within.   

Posted by Leanna - Sunday, May 3, 2015 - 3:41am


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“i learned about the sacred art of self decoration with the monarch butterflies perched atop my head, lightning bugs as my night jewelry, and emerald-green frogs as bracelets.” 

― clarissa pinkola estés 

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Posted by Leanna - Saturday, May 2, 2015 - 8:00pm


metamorphosis

met·a·mor·pho·sis

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medəˈmôrfəsəs/

noun

ZOOLOGY

 

  1. (in an insect or amphibian) the process of transformation from an immature form to an adult form in two or more distinct stages.

    • a change of the form or nature of a thing or person into a completely different one, by natural or supernatural means.

      synonyms:

      transformation, change, alteration, conversion, modification, 

      transubstantiation

      "her amazing metamorphosis from wormy caterpillar into beautiful butterfly"

Posted by Leanna - Friday, May 1, 2015 - 12:50pm


"She was just a wish"

So I'm back, to the velvet underground
Back to the floor, that I love
To a room with some lace and paper flowers
Back to the gypsy that I was
To the gypsy... that I was
And it all comes down to you
Well, you know that it does
Well, lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice
Ah, and it lights up the night
And you see your gypsy
You see your gypsy
To the gypsy that remains faces freedom with a little fear
I have no fear, I have only love
And if I was a child
And the child was enough
Enough for me to love
Enough to love
She is dancing away from me now
She was just a wish
She was just a wish
And a memory is all that is left for you now
You see your gypsy
You see your gypsy
Lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice
And it all comes down to you
And it all comes down to you
Lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice
And it all comes down to you
I still see your bright eyes, bright eyes
And it all comes down to you
I still see your bright eyes, bright eyes
And it all comes down to you
I still see your bright eyes, bright eyes
(She was just a wish)
(She was just a wish)
And it all comes down to you
Lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice
And it all comes down to you
Posted by Leanna - Friday, May 1, 2015 - 5:23am


Truth for you:

The truth is, self-sufficiency is a myth perpetuated by pride and temporary success.  Health and wealth can disappear instantly, as can life itself.  Rejoice in your insufficiency, knowing that your power is made perfect in times of weakness.  Do not spoil these quiet hours by wishing them away.  Be grateful for the moments requiring you to be still.  Dead flowers may provide the environment to create new blooms given time, nourishment, patience, and faith.  Before you realize, a garden will flourish before your eyes.  

 

Posted by Leanna - Thursday, April 30, 2015 - 1:44pm