...is willing to accept that she creates her own reality except for some of the parts where she can't help but wonder what the hell she was thinking.
~Thank you to Brian Andreas
Love the wooden vase and contents... makes for a very pleasing shot.
All we can really do is try to preserve the thoughts and memories of our elders. Unfortunately, most of the Native Americans I know all work in Reservation owned casinos and still continue living in poverty. So much for balance.
Beautiful poem, and cute insect. I have written an insect poem today. It might interest you.
ReplyDeleteLove the photo! Peace to you and everyone.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful image!
ReplyDeleteCheers, Klaus
Love the poem and the image - beautiful...so be it.
ReplyDeleteIf we all honoured each other, the world would be a better place.
ReplyDeleteOver from Daryl's.
Is it a dream bottle? Or totem? I know, Dodgie made it at camp
ReplyDeleteWhatever it is I am intrigued ...
:-Daryl
love the photo did you make that?
ReplyDeleteYes!
ReplyDeleteNow - what is that bottle? A totem perhaps?
I think someone said something like this to me one before I was getting a La Stone massage.
ReplyDeleteoh, nice! now i know what to do with my extra feathers and deer antlers. i am serious, too. not trying to be funny. i love this.
ReplyDeleteLove the wooden vase and contents... makes for a very pleasing shot.
ReplyDeleteAll we can really do is try to preserve the thoughts and memories of our elders. Unfortunately, most of the Native Americans I know all work in Reservation owned casinos and still continue living in poverty. So much for balance.
Oh, I love that! What a great photo, and great words to go with it. You've outdone yourself this time!!
ReplyDeleteLove the image and the blessing! May it return to you!
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