A Midsummer Night's Dream
Over hill, over dale, Through bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale, Through flood, thorough fire,
I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours:
I must go seek some dewdrops here And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I'll be gone:
Our queen and all our elves come here anon.
William Shakespeare
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Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There's a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
-- Leonard Cohen
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Thornwode Book
Come dance with me midsummer's eve.
Come brave the faery lights!
And nevermind what you might see --
of forbidden faery sights.
And nevermind the honeyed fruits,
the moonlit flows of faery wines.
And drink not of the liquid song
from faery flutes divine.
Come dance and let the weaving spell
flow through and braid around;
But do not dare forget you stand
upon a faery mound.
Such is the Way of the Fairies
Hail Traveller!
O Wanderer -- where turn your steps this night?
For mist has licked
the jade green vales and washed the hills of light.
The wise ones keep far from these Deeps,
for in the shadows dwell and creep
all manner dark and sere and fair
of twilight's kith - these woods their lair.
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Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragonfly hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky.
~Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Silent Noon
Rejoice in the beauty that is present, All else is beyond thee.
adapted from montaigne
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread
places to play in and pray in
where nature may heal and give strength to the body and soul.
john muir
I go to nature to be soothed and healed ...to have my senses put in order.
author unknown
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The purest and most thoughtful minds
are those which love color the most.
john munchen
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"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?'
Actually, who are you not to be? ...And as we let our light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same."
Marianne Williamson
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E M P R E S S
"Lady-Mother!" call the wandering souls. "We bring you gifts!" They fly near the Empress, dancing in the sky.
They paint synchronized kaleidescope choreographies for her pleasure, and she smiles as she takes it in. Her mind and her thoughts are the conductor to this visual symphony.
Gently, they lay a crown woven of the first buds of spring across her brow. "Jasmine and Lily of Valley have graciously donated their first buds for your coronet,"
the spirits sigh."The Apple Tree Man has gifted you with his fruit, and the Lady of the Fields her grains." These they lay in her basket.
With a sudden flourish, the spirits whirl together, then spin off in an explosion of light and music. "Farewell, dear Lady!" they call.
Meaning: Creativity, nurturing, abundance, fertility, experiencing the senses, and embracing the natural.
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Hail Traveller! O Wanderer -- where turn your steps this night? For mist has licked the jade green vales and washed the hills of light.
The wise ones keep far from these Deeps, for in the shadows dwell and creep all manner dark and sere and fair of twilight's kith - these woods their lair.
Dear Traveller! O Wanderer -- trace back your steps this eve, for whispers glide on zephyr's wing, and eyes watch from the leaves.
They toy with those who venture near from twig and branch and hollow peer; with piercing touch, and laughter cold and kiss to steal away the soul.
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...The land runs out to the sea -
It is a narrow neck of land -
Where weird and grim the Standing Stones
In a circle where they stand....
Loreena McKennitt, Standing Stones
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P A G E o f C U P S
Sentimental, romantic, sympathetic, understanding, intuition.
True tales have no beginning or end. They do not exist only when men say 'Exist!' but instead are always there...
reverberating through time in a dance, a weaving if you will. Only humans try to contain it with beginnings and ends.
To put boundaries on everything simply because our own lives are bounded by birth and death.
And thus we seek to lessen the power of that which is immortal. True tales have a power of their own though.
--from The Rain Queen
Creatures
One woman told me last Christmas that she did not believe in Hell or ghosts.
Hell was an invention got up by the priests to keep people good; and ghosts would
not be permitted to go 'trapsin' about the earth' at their own free will; 'but there are fairies
and little leprechauns, and water-horses, and fallen angels.' No matter what one doubts, one never doubts the fairies....
-- William Butler Yeats
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Green Glass Beads
Nymph, nymph, what are your beads?
Green glass, goblin. Why do you stare at them?
Give them me.
No.
Give them me. Give them me.
No.
Then I will howl all night in the reeds,
Lie in the mud and howl for them.
Goblin, why do you love them so?
They are better than the stars on water,
Better than voices of wind that sing,
Better than any man's fair daugher,
Your green glass beads on a silver ring.
Hush, I stole them out of the moon.
Give them me, I wants them.
No.
I will howl in a deep lagoon
For your green glass beads, I love them so.
Give then me. Give them me.
No!
Author unknown
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"The wisdom of the universe is stored in bones and stones."
Naturalist John Muir Said….
When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe. .
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"...The fox leapt off the bed in a blur of motion. She whipped her tail around, and between one blink of the eye and the next, it was no longer a russet fox that crouched on
the floor, but a woman-goddess fierce to gaze upon. She stood slowly, gracefully. Now, the Emperor had seen carvings and paintings of Liri, as I am sure you have. Sometimes
she is depicted as an innocuous little fox. At other times she is a warrior of fiery hair and will. And then there is her third form - Liri of the Wood. In this form she is all that
is wild. She is hidden desire whether it be passion for love or passion to kill. She is a Trickster, a Scholar, a Musician, and a Lover...." by Thomas Moudry and Stacy Higgs
I am fog and fickle mist
I am all that can't be tamed
I am born of devil's kiss
Sear potential unrestrained
Jade waters pulling me in deep
Caressing me with aqueous fingers
Memorizing every inch of my body
Spinning me, Twisting me
Rushing tidal motions
Entwining my soul in sensation
Breathless trembling uncontrollable bliss
Impetuous belonging shared
Promises of euphoria
Mortal only here in this ocean slumber
So nevermore awaken me.
Dreams are the hopes and wishes spun by the mind.
Whether awake or fast asleep, our souls ambitions can be created, come to life, and grow wings to fly.
We create our tomorrow's by what we dream today.
Dryads, allow your spindly arms
to embrace crystal pearls
A lovely, flighted maiden rests -
guard her with twisted curls.
Soothing mists with rising crests
recall lost fleet of spawn;
the winged race, reptillian pests
sing, lullabye the dawn.
Time soon forgets, the hour swirls
upon a shim'ring lawn
Freckled by mushrooms hiding
till all mortal faces gone.
And true, time sleeps but biding
while fate's shining knight comes riding
As the vestel stays, sweet chiding
fairied frogs who speak light charms.
--Earth's Song by Emily Wunder
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Alot of men have holes in their souls in the shape of their father.
Chris Gardner
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There is a native american legend in which an Elder had a vision. He was instructed by Iktomi, the great trickster and teacher of wisdom, who is in the form of a spider, of the cycles of life. As Ikotomi spoke, he spun a web across the Elder's willow hoops, and from this created a dreamcatcher web. The elder passed on his vision to his people.
Dreamcatchers are hung above one's bed or in the home to sift dreams and visions. The good of dreams are captured in the web of life and carried with you .... but any bad dreams escape through the center hole.
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"I'll be this abject thing no more; Love, give me back my heart again. "
- George Grenville, Baron Landsdown 1677-1735
A phoenix rising from the ashes of the past to begin anew. The phoenix is a creature that ignites itself in flames and dies only to be renewed with the sun and reborn again.
It is a symbol of constant rebirth and change; of trial by fire
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"There are years that ask questions and years that answer. "
- Zora Neal Hurston 1891- 1960
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I hear and I forget
I see and I remember
I do and I understand
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Find art and Jewley by Stephanie Pui-Mun Law at Etsy
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'Not what you were but what you are' American Southwestern Spanish proverb
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Art washes from the soul the dust of everyday living - picasso
"If everyone is thinking alike, then somebody isn't thinking."
General George S. Patton
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" And if I laugh at any mortal thing, ‘Tis that I may not weep..." ~Lord Byron
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BUT
"The dog is the god of frolic "
- Henry Ward Beecher
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