<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14644845</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:14:02.776-08:00</updated><category term='artwork'/><category term='street'/><category term='wisdom'/><category term='Ti-Leaf'/><category term='WordPress'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='transformation'/><category term='goddess'/><category term='new'/><category term='woman'/><category term='african-american'/><category term='digital'/><category term='comments'/><category term='painting'/><category term='WildGoddess'/><title type='text'>The Secret WildGoddess</title><subtitle type='html'>. . seeking those whispers that fade, yet somehow linger on the edges of consciousness . .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14644845/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildgoddess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>WildGoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818287041071279265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14644845.post-3750259233325194851</id><published>2009-03-17T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:53:45.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WildGoddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WordPress'/><title type='text'>This Blog Has Moved - New Location!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MaL_wOrVvzo/ScCoZHL6lQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UPObhhjbADg/s1600-h/puce+%28sm%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MaL_wOrVvzo/ScCoZHL6lQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UPObhhjbADg/s400/puce+%28sm%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314432709676406018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this date on, all new posts for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The Secret WildGoddess"&lt;/span&gt; will be re-located &lt;a href="http://wildgoddess.wordpress.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This will be my last post here at this particular location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also like to take a moment and thank everyone who took the time to comment on this blog and my artwork. Words can't express how empowering that was for me, and even though I may not have blogged as often as I wanted to, I am now newly recharged, and ready to blog my little face off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new day, and I have a lot of goodies to show off and a lot of wisdom to share, so this party will continue at the new location, and I hope you'll join me &lt;a href="http://wildgoddess.wordpress.com/"&gt;there&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also invite you to be my friend on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook:&lt;/a&gt; just search for "WildGoddess Arts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings, WildGoddess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;. . seeking those whispers that fade, yet somehow linger on the edges of consciousness . .&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14644845-3750259233325194851?l=wildgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/3750259233325194851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14644845&amp;postID=3750259233325194851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14644845/posts/default/3750259233325194851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14644845/posts/default/3750259233325194851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildgoddess.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-blog-has-moved-new-location.html' title='This Blog Has Moved - New Location!'/><author><name>WildGoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818287041071279265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MaL_wOrVvzo/ScCoZHL6lQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UPObhhjbADg/s72-c/puce+%28sm%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14644845.post-3389070268738261745</id><published>2009-03-12T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:46:25.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='african-american'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artwork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ti-Leaf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='digital'/><title type='text'>A Sacred Painting: my Ti-Leaf Goddess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MaL_wOrVvzo/SbnrQplxkOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZmWK_bFMoac/s1600-h/Ti-Leaf+%28Stage3%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MaL_wOrVvzo/SbnrQplxkOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZmWK_bFMoac/s320/Ti-Leaf+%28Stage3%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312535906734936290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main focus as an artist is creating Goddess art and commissioned Sacred Portraiture. After all, I believe that the Divine lives within each of us, and how wonderful it must be to be able to see an expression of that in an artwork!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My (unfinished)  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ti-Leaf Goddess&lt;/span&gt; painting (to the left) is the second in a series of sacred portraiture, and She is about one-third completed.  I used primarily acrylic on posterboard and She is quite large.  There's still quite a ways to go, because I like to use a lot of texture, pattern and glitz in my paintings, which have yet to be added to Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to tell from this photo, but the birds have been stenciled on with texture paste, and they have a lot of relief pattern on their bodies. As a final touch, I plan to rub some metallic paint onto them, which will bring out the patterns beautifully (I hope!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last few years, I've been primarily a digital artist, so it's been a natural progression into wanting more of "the personal hand" in my artwork.  The fun part is that I can now incorporate my digital art into my paintings and vice-versa. However, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ti-Leaf Goddess&lt;/span&gt; is all painting (so far!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once She is finished, I will have Her photographed professionally, and sell giclee prints of Her at my &lt;a href="http://wildgoddess.etsy.com/"&gt;Etsy Store&lt;/a&gt;. I may or may not add some digital elements to the prints first; we'll see.  Most of the time, when I do this, it's to age and distress the work even further - I like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reminder to myself while creating my art is to always deliberately focus my consciousness upon the task at hand, without judgment. I simply let go, and trust in the moment, allowing what needs to come out onto the canvas to do so.  This allows for inspired effortlessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I'm concerned, the day of the "tortured artist" is ov-ah!   What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;To learn more about my process, visit my art blog, "&lt;a href="http://wildgoddess.wordpress.com/"&gt;L'Artisana WildGoddess&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;. . seeking those whispers that fade, yet somehow linger on the edges of consciousness . .&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14644845-3389070268738261745?l=wildgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/3389070268738261745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14644845&amp;postID=3389070268738261745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14644845/posts/default/3389070268738261745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14644845/posts/default/3389070268738261745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildgoddess.blogspot.com/2009/03/sacred-painting-my-ti-leaf-goddess.html' title='A Sacred Painting: my Ti-Leaf Goddess'/><author><name>WildGoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818287041071279265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MaL_wOrVvzo/SbnrQplxkOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZmWK_bFMoac/s72-c/Ti-Leaf+%28Stage3%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14644845.post-7811100666438454429</id><published>2009-03-10T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T01:06:03.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='street'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Paraphernalia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MaL_wOrVvzo/SbYenYugsAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/R3pY4jk51U4/s1600-h/street+Poster5_1%28sm%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MaL_wOrVvzo/SbYenYugsAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/R3pY4jk51U4/s320/street+Poster5_1%28sm%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311466472531341314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Photography by WildGoddess - 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I was waiting up on Hill Street, and a man, obviously a little down on his luck, sat down next to me.  He then proceeded to loudly proclaim the following words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Where is this Paraphernalia coming from? Paraphernalia! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The California Supreme Court is nothing but Paraphernalia!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ' Hide, hide, hide on the Paraphernalia side.' " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(he sang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Little girls are caught up on the Paraphernalia side. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Security is about Paraphernalia and so is the Supreme Court. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;They are all Paraphernalia-dependent. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Your brain can be clogged with Paraphernalia, like little boys. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what the Supreme Court is all about. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;We are all clogged with Paraphernalia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now I don't know about you, but I pay attention to what folks say, whether they're talking to me or not.  I'm just sort of a "curious" soul.  And I found this man's prose quite intriguing, to say in the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think I actually learned something that day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;. . seeking those whispers that fade, yet somehow linger on the edges of consciousness . .&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14644845-7811100666438454429?l=wildgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/7811100666438454429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14644845&amp;postID=7811100666438454429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14644845/posts/default/7811100666438454429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14644845/posts/default/7811100666438454429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildgoddess.blogspot.com/2009/03/paraphernalia.html' title='Paraphernalia!'/><author><name>WildGoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818287041071279265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MaL_wOrVvzo/SbYenYugsAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/R3pY4jk51U4/s72-c/street+Poster5_1%28sm%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14644845.post-4706960375243469106</id><published>2009-03-09T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:16:47.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><title type='text'>The Dawning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MaL_wOrVvzo/SbVwkG4UmPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ft2ckoKK0lo/s1600-h/Angie12%28sm%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MaL_wOrVvzo/SbVwkG4UmPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ft2ckoKK0lo/s320/Angie12%28sm%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311275101177813234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Angie" by WildGoddess 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Crawling out, out, out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;of a cave, dripping-darkly with old dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and faint memories that haunt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;draping themselves around my thin neck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;like an old, musty velvet stole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;there is something addictive about this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;place;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;intriguing, and I am so tempted to stay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;but in this moment &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;there is something new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;,   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;something warm and comforting and golden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;loving surrounding me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and i know it's time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;to wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-WildGoddess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MaL_wOrVvzo/SbVvopEXHGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsWvkYl8xaI/s1600-h/Angie12%28sm%29.jpg"&gt;Now playing: &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/padma+soundsystem/track/atom" title="'Padma Soundsystem - ATOM' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Padma Soundsystem - ATOM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;. . seeking those whispers that fade, yet somehow linger on the edges of consciousness . .&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14644845-4706960375243469106?l=wildgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/4706960375243469106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14644845&amp;postID=4706960375243469106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14644845/posts/default/4706960375243469106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14644845/posts/default/4706960375243469106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildgoddess.blogspot.com/2009/03/dawning.html' title='The Dawning'/><author><name>WildGoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818287041071279265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MaL_wOrVvzo/SbVwkG4UmPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ft2ckoKK0lo/s72-c/Angie12%28sm%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14644845.post-115310188982917411</id><published>2006-07-16T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T19:06:46.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Touch of Rumi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/22/1600/mother-and-child2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/22/320/mother-and-child2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like a thief reason sneaked in &lt;br /&gt;and sat amongst the lovers &lt;br /&gt;eager to give them advice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were unwilling to listen, &lt;br /&gt;so reason kissed their feet &lt;br /&gt;and went on its way. &lt;br /&gt;             &lt;center&gt;- Mowlana Jalaluddin Rumi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more, visit &lt;a href="http://www.khamush.com"&gt;Khamush.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;. . seeking those whispers that fade, yet somehow linger on the edges of consciousness . .&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14644845-115310188982917411?l=wildgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/115310188982917411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14644845&amp;postID=115310188982917411' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14644845/posts/default/115310188982917411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14644845/posts/default/115310188982917411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildgoddess.blogspot.com/2006/07/touch-of-rumi.html' title='A Touch of Rumi'/><author><name>WildGoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818287041071279265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14644845.post-115298244871166107</id><published>2006-07-15T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T09:54:08.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound Making Waves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/22/1600/old%20frida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/22/320/old%20frida.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm welcoming myself back after a loooong absence! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been quite busy during that time. I've been diligently working away at not only my art, but also trying to expand my own awareness of myself and my intentions, as well as counseling clients who are interested in accomplishing the same thing. After all, how can we know the world, if we don't know the world that lives within our own nature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the practices I've been working with lately is toning. Toning is an established technique that many use, including sound therapists. It consists of creating a sound  (preferably a vowel sound, such as "oo"), and holding it on the breath until it fades out. This is a natural practice for me, because I'm a professional singer. But I do it in the most unusual place, my car, while I'm driving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very powerful for me because it helps to relieve stress as it calms and centers me. On top of that, I enjoy it because it strengthens and focuses the voice itself. It a great warm-up! I begin by choosing a vowel, such as "a", and gently using my breath, begin to tone it using my lower register low note to start. Then I move up the scale using that same vowel. After I've gone up the scale six or eight notes, I begin again in my lower register, this time tonig each vowel sound before moving to the next note on the scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I allow these tones to flow naturally and gently on my breath - remember, this is not singing! It's not about power, and volume, it's about exploring the sound that's within you.  I urge you to try it (the shower's another great place!) It's also great  to do when beginning a meditation session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I've got some beautiful new art up at &lt;a href="http://www.terminus1525.ca/studio/view/1436"&gt;my online portfolio page &lt;/a&gt;if you'd like to see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;. . seeking those whispers that fade, yet somehow linger on the edges of consciousness . .&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14644845-115298244871166107?l=wildgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/115298244871166107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14644845&amp;postID=115298244871166107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14644845/posts/default/115298244871166107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14644845/posts/default/115298244871166107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildgoddess.blogspot.com/2006/07/sound-making-waves.html' title='Sound Making Waves'/><author><name>WildGoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818287041071279265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14644845.post-113181168224741893</id><published>2005-11-12T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T19:54:05.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kali-Ma, the Black Goddess of India</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/22/1600/Kali-ma.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/22/320/Kali-ma.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite artworks, for obvious reasons: She's female and black like me(but a lot scarier looking)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking it a step further, Kali-Ma is a Goddess, and in this distorted world we live in, it's very rare to encounter a black divinity. So, of course, I can totally relate to Her, but the main reason I adore Kali-Ma so much is that this Goddess represents cataclysmic change. She is a Destroyer; She doesn't shilly-shally around. Kali-Ma cuts directly to the chase and changes your life, whether you're ready for it or not. Because She knows that you're ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an honor for me to create this image of Her; it came literally unbidden. And when you're ready for a transformed life, I urge you to surmount any fear you may have and pray to Her; knowing She is listening. Save Her artwork to your hard drive, print Her out in color and hang Her on your wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you realize it, whatever is in your life that no longer serves your highest and greatest good will be eliminated, and something much more fulfilling will take its place.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me on this (and put your seatbelt on)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;. . seeking those whispers that fade, yet somehow linger on the edges of consciousness . .&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14644845-113181168224741893?l=wildgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/113181168224741893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14644845&amp;postID=113181168224741893' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14644845/posts/default/113181168224741893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14644845/posts/default/113181168224741893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildgoddess.blogspot.com/2005/11/kali-ma-black-goddess-of-india.html' title='Kali-Ma, the Black Goddess of India'/><author><name>WildGoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818287041071279265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14644845.post-113000624071155895</id><published>2005-10-22T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T00:50:18.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Face Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/22/1600/gentle%20mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/22/320/gentle%20mary.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;caption&gt;&lt;i&gt; "Gentle Mari" by WildGoddess &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/caption&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently made the aquaintance of a very gentle and aware person who, for whatever reason, has the ability to help me shift my spiritual viewpoint. My willingness to be totally present with him is taking me full circle; I'm able to take another long look at all of those doubts, fears, and yes, even awarenesses that I inadvertently tucked away in a hidden place of my consciousness. I'm forced to face myself (again!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this man's openness, kindness and unbounded enthusiasm to explore the totality of himself, he has reawakened that deep desire in me. He is helping me to re-discover my self. And even though we have become great friends, I also see him as a great teacher, for he teaches me by example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonderful discovery to recognize the teachers in your life; those who have come to shake you awake! A so-called enemy could be a teacher for you, showing you how to stand up for yourself and value yourself. A husband or child or an employer could also play a role in teaching you about who you really are (or showing you who you are really NOT!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invite you to look around and discover those individuals in your life who are offering to you this greatest of gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I was quite surprised to recieve a rather astute compliment about  my artwork from a talented artist named Aaron at my &lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/users/tribe_of_mari"&gt;"Tribe of Mari" &lt;/a&gt;art/photography blog. Comments are always appreciated, so, thank you, Aaron!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;. . seeking those whispers that fade, yet somehow linger on the edges of consciousness . .&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14644845-113000624071155895?l=wildgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/113000624071155895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14644845&amp;postID=113000624071155895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14644845/posts/default/113000624071155895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14644845/posts/default/113000624071155895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildgoddess.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-face-myself.html' title='I Face Myself'/><author><name>WildGoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818287041071279265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14644845.post-112658108493429039</id><published>2005-09-12T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T21:29:53.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Face You and You Must Face Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/22/1600/generation%20mask%20c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/22/320/generation%20mask%20c1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days we can no longer avoid the inescapable fact that we are part of a vast global community and must face the truth that, yes, we are indeed connected to one another. What I do or say will have an impact on someone else, negatively or positively. In this context I am responsible for you and you are responsible for me. Therefore, if I want to live a life that is peaceful and fulfilled, I must want that for everyone as well.  And I must work towards that in whatever way I am able. No more sticking our heads in the sand. I face you, and you must face me head on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that we all are now being asked on a deeply subconscious level to let go of old, limiting beliefs that no longer serve us, and to instead move into a open place of enlightenment. Enlightenment right here on Planet Earth...doesn't that sound delightful? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/22/1600/generation%20mask5b2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/22/320/generation%20mask5b1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not alone on an isolated island, I share this planet with each and every one of you. Therefore I must care for you. I must offer what I can to you, as you would to me. There are no borders or boundaries between us, except for what the mind has created, and those are illusory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To become enlightened means making a conscious choice to be awake and aware: to life and love, to sadness and pain, to the breathing of each of us. Listen to each other and wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;. . seeking those whispers that fade, yet somehow linger on the edges of consciousness . .&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14644845-112658108493429039?l=wildgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112658108493429039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14644845&amp;postID=112658108493429039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14644845/posts/default/112658108493429039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14644845/posts/default/112658108493429039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildgoddess.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-face-you-and-you-must-face-me.html' title='I Face You and You Must Face Me'/><author><name>WildGoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818287041071279265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14644845.post-112587556681173685</id><published>2005-09-04T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T21:09:17.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can We Love Right Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/22/1600/contemplation1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/22/400/contemplation.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re: Hurricane Katrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all of this devastation, desperation and horror, I'm asking myself, "Can I give of myself right now? And am I able to pray for someone else besides myself right here and right now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I find a way to love?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can and I will. And I know this for you, too.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://give.redcross.org"&gt;American Red Cross&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ob.org"&gt;Operation Blessing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bushclintonkatrinafund.org"&gt;The Bush-Clinton Katrina Fund&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For current information on what's going on in the Gulf States, try these links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/interdictor"&gt;Gulf States Disaster Updates&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wiki.nola-intel.org/index.php/Main_Page"&gt;New Orleans post-Katrina Dissemination Wiki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;. . seeking those whispers that fade, yet somehow linger on the edges of consciousness . .&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14644845-112587556681173685?l=wildgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112587556681173685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14644845&amp;postID=112587556681173685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14644845/posts/default/112587556681173685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14644845/posts/default/112587556681173685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildgoddess.blogspot.com/2005/09/can-we-love-right-now.html' title='Can We Love Right Now?'/><author><name>WildGoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818287041071279265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14644845.post-112405799652692686</id><published>2005-08-14T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T21:31:50.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inspiring Power of Community</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/22/1600/Buddha%20of%20Fire%20%26%20Lightsm.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;"src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/22/320/Buddha%20of%20Fire%20%26%20Lightsm.jpg"  border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;caption&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Buddha of Fire &amp; Light - photo by WildGoddess&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/caption&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few evenings ago, I and my fellow sister-goddesses made a trek to Dockweiler Beach. Our plans were to settle around a firepit, light a big bonfire, and celebrate Mother Nature and the setting summer sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, things didn't quite go as we had planned; by the time we arrived, all of the firepits were taken. Masking our disappointment, we settled down on the sand near a big, noisy family who were obviously having some sort of celebration. As we watched them, we noticed that even though they were surrounding a firepit, they weren't actually using it. So, interrupting their celebration, I walked over and asked the group if we could use their firepit, also inviting them to feel free to enjoy our fire. With generous smiles, they welcomed me and my girlfriends with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though this proposition was met with some reluctance on our part because we had actually come to the beach to listen to the sound of the surf (instead of Snoop Doggy Dog on a ghettoblaster!), we all decided to just trust the moment and roll with it. We came there to build a fire, so we moved our chairs over to the family's firepit, and were instantaneously embraced by this family's warm, generous heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food and beverages were pressed upon us, teenagers came up and invited us "old folks" to dance to Snoop. Young children came over and sat with us, delighting in the warmth of our fire. Other family members brought us more wood to place upon the fire, and even felt free to chat with us about their lives. Before long, a neighboring Latino family offered food, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That summer evening turned out to be an absolute delight, and we eventually got our wish for peace, for as the sun began to set, our new friends packed up their things and headed home. Before long, we were finally able to listen to the sweet sound of the surf, the sound of our family's goodbyes lingering on the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we live in Los Angeles, we're constantly made aware of the so-called tension between blacks and Latinos in this city, but I have to say that during that warm summer night at Dockweiler Beach, all we experienced was love and an abiding sense of community. For that, I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Secret WildGoddess would also like to thank the &lt;a href="http://iamgoddess.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_iamgoddess_archive.html"&gt;"Every Woman Is A Goddess"&lt;/a&gt; blog for mentioning not only this blog, but my other art/photography blog, &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/tribe_of_mari"&gt;Tribe of Mari&lt;/a&gt;, and my &lt;a href="http://www.wildgoddess.com"&gt;WildGoddess.com&lt;/a&gt; website as well. It's a fantastic blog that talks about the work all of us web goddesses do, and I highly recommend it. Blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;. . seeking those whispers that fade, yet somehow linger on the edges of consciousness . .&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14644845-112405799652692686?l=wildgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112405799652692686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14644845&amp;postID=112405799652692686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14644845/posts/default/112405799652692686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14644845/posts/default/112405799652692686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildgoddess.blogspot.com/2005/08/inspiring-power-of-community.html' title='The Inspiring Power of Community'/><author><name>WildGoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818287041071279265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14644845.post-112196099658751946</id><published>2005-07-21T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T20:05:56.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Always Have A Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/22/1600/madagascar13b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/22/320/madagascar13b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I'm feeling a little discouraged, that means it's time to remind my Self that I might be feeling this way because I have been living my life only on one level; that of the limited, human (delusionary) level. In other words, I'm judging myself and my life again! Could it be possible that all of us have access to another higher, more enlightened level of existence? I believe we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The keys to this Grace were given to me a long, long time ago, but, being human, I continue to stumble along blindly on this old, tired level with a worn-out outlook that doesn't work for me, never has worked for me and is stagnant. Yes, I'm only human, but Jeez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I take a moment to be still and to remind myself that I have an actual choice about how I want to be in this world, almost instantly as a result of this new awareness, the old blinders fall off and I'm once again in that beloved awareness where I truly belong. It is who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always have an opportunity to make this choice in every moment. We can choose to exist in a vaccum with those blinders on, believing and trusting in the "world of effects" - the world we can see. Or we can choose to open our hearts into a new way of being, to accepting a higher vision of who we are, moving beyond what we think and see. We can choose to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;listen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if you're sad, mad, broke or confused? That's a choice you made, and you can also choose to let it go.  For you possess ultimate control over how you choose to be in every moment - that's called free will. None of us are limited unless we choose to dwell in that perception. There's another, higher world that we have access to that is invisible and abundantly supportive and loving.  That is true reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;. . seeking those whispers that fade, yet somehow linger on the edges of consciousness . .&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14644845-112196099658751946?l=wildgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112196099658751946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14644845&amp;postID=112196099658751946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14644845/posts/default/112196099658751946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14644845/posts/default/112196099658751946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildgoddess.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-always-have-choice.html' title='You Always Have A Choice'/><author><name>WildGoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818287041071279265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14644845.post-112182890413367322</id><published>2005-07-19T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T22:39:52.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to My World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/22/1600/a%20modern%20watercolor2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/22/400/a%20modern%20watercolor2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;If you've somehow stumbled across my brand new blog, I welcome you. I am an explorer of consciousness, a drifter of dreams and creator of wonder. I'm also an artist with a creative itch that just won't go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this blog, I hope to post from time to time those very rare insights that seem to just happen unexpectedly when I least expect them; you know, the kind that vanish almost as quickly as they came and that you have to hurry up and write down before it's too late. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that I may not post regularly here, but when I do, it'll be worth it. I invite you, fellow explorer, to come and dance with me as we discover together secrets that have ever been hidden away from the eyes of man, but are always revealed to those who are willing to&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; listen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhh, now. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All contents of this web blog ©2002-2005 WildGoddess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Creative Commons License --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.0/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://creativecommons.org/images/public/somerights20.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This work is licensed under a &lt;a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.0/"&gt;Creative Commons License&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- /Creative Commons License --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--  &lt;rdf:rdf xmlns="http://web.resource.org/cc/" dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;work about=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;dc:type resource="http://purl.org/dc/dcmitype/StillImage"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;license resource="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.0/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/work&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;license about="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.0/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;permits resource="http://web.resource.org/cc/Reproduction"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;permits resource="http://web.resource.org/cc/Distribution"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;requires resource="http://web.resource.org/cc/Notice"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;requires resource="http://web.resource.org/cc/Attribution"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;prohibits resource="http://web.resource.org/cc/CommercialUse"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/license&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/rdf:RDF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;. . seeking those whispers that fade, yet somehow linger on the edges of consciousness . .&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14644845-112182890413367322?l=wildgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/112182890413367322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14644845&amp;postID=112182890413367322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14644845/posts/default/112182890413367322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14644845/posts/default/112182890413367322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildgoddess.blogspot.com/2005/07/welcome-to-my-world.html' title='Welcome to My World'/><author><name>WildGoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818287041071279265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
