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"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Photography by Isabelle Menin - Sinking not sinking - Delicate dramas... inland photography and disordered landscapes.

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Grace is the permanent climate of divine kindness; the perennial infusion of springtime into the winter of bleakness.

~ John O'Donohue.

Artwork: 'Rooted in Reverence, Seated in Spirit' by Mara Berendt Friedman

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"So often we armour ourselves thinking we are sparing others the burden of our pain, but the truth is that we are depriving them the opportunity to nurture. Our vulnerability is what brings out compassion in others. As Rumi says, “Where lowland is, that's where water goes. All medicine wants is pain to cure.”"

- Excerpt from “Belonging: Remembering Ourselves Home” by Toko-pa Turner (belongingbook.com)

Artwork by Oksana Dimintrenko @oksanadimitrenko

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“Art is not separate from life.

Song, story, culture, family, place, language,

spirit, ancestors, all are linked.”

~ Genevieve Lacey

~ Image by artist Katarína Vavrová

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“Receptivity is the central feminine principle that invites mystery to approach us. In dreams, the mysterious wild Other must be courted by the right conditions—coaxed out of the metaphorest with gentle cooing, indirect attention and steady remaining stillness. If you’re lucky, you might catch a glimpse of her gleaming feathers, a piercing gaze, her glistening coat, and realize that she’s been watching you all along—waiting for you to get quiet and brave enough to remember her.

When you dream of a wild animal, you are touching the part of yourself that can never be domesticated. The animal heart lives according to an ancient set of laws. She doesn’t care about politics and politeness and never takes more than she should. She reminds you of your nobility, your physical magnificence, and the unselfconscious power of instinct. The animal heart sees clearly what the intellect cannot because it follows the innate knowing of the earth itself.

The animal heart lives behind logic, below reason, underneath the armour of objectivity. She has lived longer than any of us can remember because it was from her belly that we were born.

She stays hidden not because she is timid, but because she is wise. And if she comes out to greet you, know that you are trustworthy of her approach.”

- Excerpt From Belonging: Remembering Ourselves Home by Toko-pa Turner (belongingbook.com) | Artwork by Chris Hagan

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A Christmas Trade at the Goblin Market

Boxwoods and cattails

Dandelion kisses

Canopied willow trees

Sugar-crusted wishes

Pink flamingo palm trees

Chocolate covered soap

Lemonade daydreams

Rollercoaster hope

Tangleberry cinnamon

Pomegranate trust

Candied apple caravan

Lightning-thunder dust

Butterfly dragonshells

Green elixer luck

Happenstance hilarity

Worship run amuck

Star-flavored pixisticks

Kindred-colored kites

Freefall leaps of faith

Magic carpet heights

Red velvet matadors

Wild abandon whim

Sea lion whiskerspells

Tickled life and limb

Oragami carousels

Buttercup brigade

Comfort quilted anarchy

Lightning bug parade

Buried treasure heartstrings

Milk and honey naps

Catepillar moonswings

Inspiration traps

All these things were given me

wrapped inside a box

traded by a goblin king

for brightly checkered socks

But now they seek another home

as free things often do

and so i string them on a tree

whose keeper, now, is you.

© Angi Sullins

This poem was turned into a wee film with voice and illustrations:

read more of Angi's work www.angisullins.com

art © Silas Toball - Music and Visionary Art

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WALKING NORTH

No matter how I turn

the magnificent light follows.

Background to my sadness.

No matter how I lift my heart

my shadow creeps in wait behind.

Background to my joy.

No matter how fast I run

a stillness without thought is where I end.

No matter how long I sit

there’s a river of motion I must rejoin.

And when I can’t hold my head up

it always falls in the lap of one

who has just opened.

When I finally free myself of burden

there’s always someone’s heavy head

landing in my arms.

The reasons of the heart

are leaves in wind.

Stand up tall and everything

will nest in you.

We all lose and we all gain.

Dark crowds the light.

Light fills the pain.

It’s a conversation with no end,

a dance with no steps,

a song with no words,

a reason too big for any mind.

No matter how I turn

the magnificence follows.

~ Mark Nepo

Photo: Matthias Hempt

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This morning’s beauty…

Snowflake on a Crow’s wing.

by Shawn Bergman