The Dog who stole my heart

She sat on my lap

and gave me such

unconditional love that I was amazed.

I never desired

to have a home so much before.

one where my baby dog Lady could live.

Happy High Holy Holiday

This is our new year
It is quite an event
I am enjoying it
Even though my body never went.
Blessings to all the World Wide Seminar attendees

on the Inner and Outer

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Friendship photos October 21 2009 under the full moon

oPEN in case of emergency

“If I should die before I wake…”

my laundry is done

the bed is made

my heart is weak

my spirit strong

I have enough courage to keep moving along….

In a perfect world

I would not be ignored

I would not be crying alone in the dark

I would have cried out for help before now.

Surrender, gratitude and thanksgiving

When I go to

sweet surrender

Your love there

I remember

I walk in laughter

love and Joy

I can be

Mahanta’s toy.

Who can judge my art?

My passion for living has quite a twist

Without laughter, light and sound I would not exist.

How I express my music, my poetry, my art

Are my reasons for living and not to be judged  by  you old fart.

Translation by Nader Hemati The Cleansing Cry (In Persian)

September sings its familiar song
In my heart I sing along.
The winds of change blow inside of me
I am grateful to be happy, joyous and free.
As the leaves fall on the frosty ground
I can sing my joyful sound
ماه سپتامر مرا با آواز های اشنایش فرا می خواند
و من در قلب او را همراهی می کنم.
نسیم تحول در درون من می وزد.
و من از این همه شادی لذت و ازادی سپاسگذارم.
برگ ها بر روی زمین جنگل فرو می ریزند.
من می توانم

ترانه های شادم را بخوانم

Draft

It was a waking dream. I would be the only one to speak for Mother Earth. I had a camera, a burning ache in my heart and a mission that I thought I had not asked for.

I was embraced by Mother Earth. She wanted me to sing her song loud and clear. I was to provide her a Voice. A “spiritual wake up call” for her children before the politicians and Industry stole the last of her beauty.
Where would I begin? How would I carry such a message?
Where there others “who knew”?

I began this Journey overwhelmed by the responsiblity and accepted it as my own personal Journey.
Often, the light grew dim and I did not capture what I wanted. Other times, folks who carried the message as well had been delayed in the meetings.

Where would I find the patience when I myself was impatient and thought I could already be too late.
I began, where I was and did the next right thing. I opened my camera, my heart and Soul.
I followed Mother Earth’s pleadings. I continued on when the path was narrow.
Then I found you.

Those who “got it”. Those who cared and those who gathered others to share the load.
At times, I felt alone and abandoned not realizing you were following the Voice of Mother Earth that day.
I felt guilty if I relaxed even for a moment…..”There IS so much to be done”…my impatient spirit screamed.

This installation is the beginning. This is the result of my spiritual wake up call.
I invite you to observe, absorb and abstain from continuing the wreckage of our past.
Sit, listen, and behind all the voices, images, and sounds….allow Mother Earth to speak to you.

What action you take is your Journey.
Thanks for joining me on mine.