<?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-5765766940159827738</id><updated>2011-10-24T06:14:24.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roots 'n' Wings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-1277298055694805838</id><published>2011-10-24T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T06:14:24.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Completing the circle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OAhXstnfjME/TqVkirejdxI/AAAAAAAADkc/yoiP-Ka0P9I/s1600/wheel%2Bof%2Blife360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667046253064845074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OAhXstnfjME/TqVkirejdxI/AAAAAAAADkc/yoiP-Ka0P9I/s320/wheel%2Bof%2Blife360.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BALSAMIC PHASE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of the world always works in circles, and everything tries to be round…the sky is round, and…the earth is round like a ball, and so are the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls. Birds make their nests in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours. The sun comes forth and goes down again in a circle. The moon does the same, and both are round. Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were. The life of a person is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves.- Black Elk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Winding down with the cycle of the moon. Time to rest. I did so much cleaning and reorganizing and my eyes show proof of it! Puffy, swollen but worth the effort. I smile every time I look into the room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will help me to move into a new phase. I've been making more cards and will continue with them until I have enough to present them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the painting to work on as well. Loose ends. Finish up some stuff and then prepare for some newness... I feel good. Our home feels good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-1277298055694805838?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/1277298055694805838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=1277298055694805838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/1277298055694805838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/1277298055694805838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2011/10/completing-circle.html' title='Completing the circle'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OAhXstnfjME/TqVkirejdxI/AAAAAAAADkc/yoiP-Ka0P9I/s72-c/wheel%2Bof%2Blife360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-7732935681767857948</id><published>2011-04-06T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T04:31:58.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrounded by love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LJpjnSstPP8/TZxNur_fHmI/AAAAAAAADa8/8ZvXcGScj9Q/s1600/surrounded%2Bin%2Blove295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592430301765639778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LJpjnSstPP8/TZxNur_fHmI/AAAAAAAADa8/8ZvXcGScj9Q/s320/surrounded%2Bin%2Blove295.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notice how you can get through just about anything as long as you are surrounded by love. Life comes at us hard at times.. and I wonder how I would have coped if I did not have the support that love provides. For this I am deeply grateful. Maybe this is it.. this is what it's all about. Our life's lesson. If I dwell in this pool of love, the ripples that expand outwards may touch others.. and through enough &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rippling&lt;/span&gt; effects we can help create greater change. sending you love.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-7732935681767857948?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/7732935681767857948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=7732935681767857948' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/7732935681767857948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/7732935681767857948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2011/04/surrounded-by-love.html' title='Surrounded by love'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LJpjnSstPP8/TZxNur_fHmI/AAAAAAAADa8/8ZvXcGScj9Q/s72-c/surrounded%2Bin%2Blove295.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-5343013014824342818</id><published>2011-02-26T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T06:02:19.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your love brings me here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4lVmAY6nHDE/TWkFmyizySI/AAAAAAAADZM/NIwXpHj27QQ/s1600/your%2Blove%2Blight%2Bme%2Bup243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577995777436010786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4lVmAY6nHDE/TWkFmyizySI/AAAAAAAADZM/NIwXpHj27QQ/s320/your%2Blove%2Blight%2Bme%2Bup243.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your Love Lights me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This past year has been a long lesson on attitude and thought shifting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The Universe is energy that responds to expectation." This quote from Cherly Janecky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do I expect from life and what am I willing to do to receive it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;believe in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Act as if it's a done deal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Expect it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Expect miracles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eliminate all doubts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But most importantly, stay tuned into love.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;herein lies the magic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the miracles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having love surround me brings me into a space that equals nothing else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not money nor time can bring the me to a space of bliss as love does, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; sharing love, giving love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;being love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-5343013014824342818?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/5343013014824342818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=5343013014824342818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/5343013014824342818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/5343013014824342818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2011/02/your-love-brings-me-here.html' title='Your love brings me here'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4lVmAY6nHDE/TWkFmyizySI/AAAAAAAADZM/NIwXpHj27QQ/s72-c/your%2Blove%2Blight%2Bme%2Bup243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-8438117692818387139</id><published>2010-12-18T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T07:33:51.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trail of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/TQzOo1amzEI/AAAAAAAADUM/KWB6WLOZfQI/s1600/trail%2Bof%2Blove181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552039641569741890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/TQzOo1amzEI/AAAAAAAADUM/KWB6WLOZfQI/s320/trail%2Bof%2Blove181.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally spending more time in the art room.  As I sit and paint or doodle, I make some notes on how this space can work more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;efficiently&lt;/span&gt;.  I still have supplies tucked deep into the closet and I still need some shelving for materials that need to be more accessible.&lt;br /&gt;Thought about the rug too and a need for something to cover it.. another thin cheap rug so as not to get any paint on it.&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing around with cards.. taking what I have, altering the image a bit and printing the image on cards to send... leave a little love in the mail... and possibly have some for the show.&lt;br /&gt;Started a canvas today too.  It's been so love since I've painted on canvas and it feels great!&lt;br /&gt;I did some smaller works with some water colors, but it's in a journal, and I need some art for the show...mandalas and assemblages.  I won't have a lot of wall space, so I will have mostly assemblages or small mandalas.&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, it gives me the motivation to give myself equal time for creating.  I lose my balance when I don't allow myself this time.  I have to give it to myself and only I can do that.. I cannot wait for others to say, Hey, why don't you go home or into your studio to create.. John comes closest to doing this, I must say, but although I hear comments about how much is on my plate, I don't hear anyone say, go, do something for yourself.. I'll take care of this.&lt;br /&gt;Although, on Thursday when my sweet brother said he'd take the wheelchair down the stairs.. I caught myself... I covered my mouth so those words.. "oh, that's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, I'll do it" wouldn't come out of my mouth... "why thank you!" YES! and I laughed and we discussed taking advantage of an opportunity for help.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I am comfortable helping, but not so much being helped and I do want help... yes! I do need it at times and still find it hard to ask.&lt;br /&gt;Where in the world does that come from (MOM)??!!??&lt;br /&gt;Independence is something that is cherished.  My mom had the hardest time when she realized she had lost some of it and needed to rely on others for help.  It depressed her for a while, but I told her, it was her time... all the things she did for us, raising 5 kids.. she deserved to be helped!&lt;br /&gt;She's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with this now, with some frustration &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;flaring&lt;/span&gt; up once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Here too is balance.. although she thinks it is I who am taking care of her, she is there for me as well.. me and John.  There to listen to me, to him, and that is something I needed so badly this past year.. I so appreciate her.  I'm glad I can be there for her.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I'm here for John.. the process of healing goes so much better when one is surrounded by love.&lt;br /&gt;So, as best I can, I leave a trail of love behind me.&lt;br /&gt;Grateful I can be there and help.&lt;br /&gt;I refill the well with time for me and my art.&lt;br /&gt;Love heals.&lt;br /&gt;Art heals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-8438117692818387139?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/8438117692818387139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=8438117692818387139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/8438117692818387139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/8438117692818387139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2010/12/trail-of-love.html' title='Trail of Love'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/TQzOo1amzEI/AAAAAAAADUM/KWB6WLOZfQI/s72-c/trail%2Bof%2Blove181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-8597535233477742152</id><published>2010-12-05T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T07:30:18.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/TPusGeamQFI/AAAAAAAADTk/THIHYIuGPOs/s1600/breaking%2Bfree171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547216593280712786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/TPusGeamQFI/AAAAAAAADTk/THIHYIuGPOs/s320/breaking%2Bfree171.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didn't get to sit and make a mandala until late in the day.  I could have easily watched TV if there were something worth watching, but nope... how could there be so many channels with absolutely NOTHING good on any of them!&lt;br /&gt;But maybe that is a good thing, because it's better I go and create... and that's what I did.&lt;br /&gt;I found that I didn't like where this mandala was going and actually thought it to be ugly and that I was screwing it up.  This is rare that I find myself thinking this, but I did notice that they were a lot of judgemental thoughts going on inside my head... stuff that the day brought, disappointments, etc.  I was releasing it onto the paper.&lt;br /&gt;It was after most of the mandala was finished when my thoughts had shifted and I began to read it's message.&lt;br /&gt;Breaking free from what chains me to the past.. past behaviours, bad habits, unconscious behaviors that stay with us from our childhood, behaviours we pick up from our parents.&lt;br /&gt;This has been coming to the surface lately.  My "reactions" that are habitual and are in need of changing... releasing myself from them, knowing that I can grow from here into a different way of being.. not reacting, but responding in a more spiritual way.&lt;br /&gt;So, in my perspective of all of it, I can see what I don't like being mirrored back to me.  Not appreciating behaviours I see "out there" and knowing that it is something I do not like in myself.. I have been there, I have done that very same thing.. I have been that inconsiderate, irresponsible and I do not like that I've been there and try hard not to do it again.  It's showing up in "the mirror" - in others and I get it.&lt;br /&gt;How I respond to this is what I need to deal with.  Speak my truth, how I feel... instead of holding it in, the mother influence.  Silence.&lt;br /&gt;Silence doesn't upset the "apple cart"... doesn't keep the peace.  What it DOES do is make one sick.  This silence that sits inside, festering, hurting speaks to us in our body.&lt;br /&gt;Sore throats, laryngitis.. the body speaks.&lt;br /&gt;We need to listen.&lt;br /&gt;I need to break free from those chains, those old outworn behaviours.&lt;br /&gt;Release it and let it go.. spin it out, send it out into the atmosphere - high into the sky.. shooting it into the sky like Saggitarius' arrows... gone.&lt;br /&gt;New moon, I welcome you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-8597535233477742152?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/8597535233477742152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=8597535233477742152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/8597535233477742152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/8597535233477742152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2010/12/breaking-free.html' title='Breaking Free'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/TPusGeamQFI/AAAAAAAADTk/THIHYIuGPOs/s72-c/breaking%2Bfree171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-503713316614423248</id><published>2010-11-24T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T05:59:48.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Open and Giving Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/TO0UmJ9hVVI/AAAAAAAADTU/G3Fbpd_jJTc/s1600/being%2Bopen165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543109362104489298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/TO0UmJ9hVVI/AAAAAAAADTU/G3Fbpd_jJTc/s320/being%2Bopen165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have grown so much this past year. It was a very challenging year and I'm in the belief that those are the times when we do grow.. if we stay open, we learn more.&lt;br /&gt;And that has been one of my lessons, to stay open. Open to possibilities. Once resistance sets in, things become hard, irritating and the inner 2 year old tantrum wants to come out. So, instead, I have learned there is always light in something dark.&lt;br /&gt;We live in a world of duality, the balance of life which brings us light and dark. One cannot be without the other, so therefore, I look for the blessings in the challenges..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you're somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Sometimes it takes a while to show up.. or in reality, it takes a while for me to find it.&lt;br /&gt;Each new day, I pray to stay open and received it's blessings.&lt;br /&gt;Finding new friendships, receiving help with out me having to ask (which I hate to do).&lt;br /&gt;Knowing people are thinking of me when I've been so quiet.. Thanks Laura :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/TO0Ul7nUF-I/AAAAAAAADTM/c0aPUkb4euY/s1600/giving%2Bthanks164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543109358253250530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/TO0Ul7nUF-I/AAAAAAAADTM/c0aPUkb4euY/s320/giving%2Bthanks164.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fully aware of all that I have to give thanks for. This new home we absolutely LOVE! Surrounded by so much beauty.. sunsets, moon rises.. autumn leaves and ART. My husbands art, my art, children's art.&lt;br /&gt;I see where I was, which felt like the bottom of the wheel in April and May and it gently turned .. John's health improving, growing stronger, happier. Today he is in the hospital recovering from surgery.. I'm grateful he had gained his strength for this day. Grateful surgery went well and this one issue will be resolved for him. It is a good day. It is a day to give thanks for all of it, but also not to stop giving thanks.&lt;br /&gt;It is a constant prayer. Thank you. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;I am here, in this game of life, and I am happily playing. One thing I know is that we all win. We all get a chance to play however we choose.&lt;br /&gt;I choose to play the blessing piece, the piece that carries love openly, shares it, and is open to new blessings.&lt;br /&gt;May you have an endless number of blessing...&lt;br /&gt;Namaste'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-503713316614423248?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/503713316614423248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=503713316614423248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/503713316614423248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/503713316614423248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2010/11/being-open-and-giving-thanks.html' title='Being Open and Giving Thanks'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/TO0UmJ9hVVI/AAAAAAAADTU/G3Fbpd_jJTc/s72-c/being%2Bopen165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-7651220630286624523</id><published>2010-08-18T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T18:42:26.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaos alert!</title><content type='html'>I think I need to start recording this with photos.  There was a moment of chaos today, but I stopped and put some "stuff" in order and I felt better.  I need to keep a handle on all this and not let it get out of control... and I can see that it can - very quickly!&lt;div&gt;More boxes packed today.. some photo albums, my portfolio, some art supplies.. but the day was cut up too much with other obligations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow is another day.  I drop John off at the hospital and will come home to work on the living room... behind the chair.. in the closet....oooooh, scary... haven't been in there in a very long time.  My paintings are there and supplies.  They've become so inaccessible that I cannot imagine the dust!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've packed up some art work that other people have done from RR's.  The metal project is one of my favorites, but art dolls and some other art journals too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put some clothes in a bag for goodwill or the thrift shop.. some books went to the library, but they won't take any more... lack of room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found some paint which is still good and I'll use for living room and dining room.  Have the bedroom paint as well, but I am not sure about the art room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This I really need to think about and of course that is the first room available for me to paint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's an east window... facing the back, and only one window.. it's also the "fame and reputation" center which calls for red but no way will I paint a room red... especially an art room.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll have to sleep on it and then visit the paint store tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-7651220630286624523?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/7651220630286624523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=7651220630286624523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/7651220630286624523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/7651220630286624523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2010/08/chaos-alert.html' title='Chaos alert!'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-2246789025755972014</id><published>2010-08-13T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T19:02:19.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the last day of camp and "coincidentally" the call came to say &lt;i&gt;they&lt;/i&gt; would most likely be moved out by the 24th... which means we can pretty safely say we'll be moved in for Sept. 1.&lt;div&gt;The last two days have been good with everything coming together, flowing and moving toward a positive direction. Information coming to us that we had been waiting for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movement towards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is hard to wait.. wait for the next step, but it all has it's place.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting teaches us patience but also teaches us to trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust the process.  The timing of events happens in it's own course.  Not my will, but Thine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ebb and flow of movement, like the phases of the moon.  Sometimes it is time to wait, to rest, to plan... then to see the movement, the growth, just like watching the new moon waxing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It teaches me.  I learn to accept, to allow.  I am more comfortable being the one to give, take care of but I am now receiving the help from others. Accept it. Allow the gifts, the help.. it is the greater ebb and flow.. I give. I receive.  It is a blessing I am learning to accept graciously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is an odd role for me.  "oh, no.. that's ok, I'll do it...." and why - why did I always feel I must carry on the weight with out asking for help.  It is not a familiar role for me to ask anyone for help.. and now, I have not asked, but am being offered.  That is why the feels more like a gift from the Universe.. special people, like angels - offering help in many forms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow starts the serious packing. Knowing there is a better chance of this move occurring  before the end of the month, I can get myself in gear. Motivation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am feeling very blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, I work in the art room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-2246789025755972014?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/2246789025755972014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=2246789025755972014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/2246789025755972014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/2246789025755972014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-was-last-day-of-camp-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-8774703182493319498</id><published>2010-08-07T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T06:29:02.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>view point</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/TF1Z_WIWAhI/AAAAAAAADNg/egR2mrJXJnY/s1600/view+point118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502653264523821586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/TF1Z_WIWAhI/AAAAAAAADNg/egR2mrJXJnY/s320/view+point118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the reasons I like to mindlessly doodle in these circles, is to allow what ever comes up on the page, to speak to me.. me speaking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Higher Self to this &lt;em&gt;everyday self&lt;/em&gt; who tries to keep it all together.&lt;br /&gt;It also came out of me after I bought a brand new sketchbook and having a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt; with my husband. There are times I just lose it, get so frustrated with the issue of communicating that my tone of voice betrays me.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot speak so I go to the mandala, the doodle or clean.&lt;br /&gt;Like this "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;zendala&lt;/span&gt;", there are differing points of view. Once I finish, I like turning it around to see it from a different perspective - much easier to do on paper than in a relationship at times :-)&lt;br /&gt;One view I see houses, on water -emotional waves, calm to stormy- underneath the stars... and with the heavens carrying on their own magic.  That magic we tend to forget.&lt;br /&gt;From a different perspective, those houses are the rays of the sun transforming life. From crawling, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cocooning&lt;/span&gt; to spreading my wings.. buzzing through life.. trying to hold on too tightly until my inner self tells me to let go.. just let go!&lt;br /&gt;Go have a picnic!&lt;br /&gt;It's all a matter of perspective. I try not to slide back into the fear-zone, allow my eyes to see the magic in all of life, the spiritual awakening of each blessing.. that we live on the planet - in our bodies - which is just so totally amazing! Embrace the wonder of it.&lt;br /&gt;That is the perspective I wish to stay with, not the small, frustrated "please listen to what I am saying" self that needs to be right. I do wish to be understood, but I also realize that package needs to come with patience.&lt;br /&gt;I need to remember to turn the page and see with new eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-8774703182493319498?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/8774703182493319498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=8774703182493319498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/8774703182493319498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/8774703182493319498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2010/08/view-point.html' title='view point'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/TF1Z_WIWAhI/AAAAAAAADNg/egR2mrJXJnY/s72-c/view+point118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-7098197027889640004</id><published>2010-08-03T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T17:04:41.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being present with the process</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/TFiqr1qowLI/AAAAAAAADNY/KAZA0N0aqo0/s1600/IMG_4690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501334614950068402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/TFiqr1qowLI/AAAAAAAADNY/KAZA0N0aqo0/s320/IMG_4690.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While packing up the books.. choosing what to keep and what to release, I am for the most part being with the process.  When I step back, look at the bigger picture, panic surfaces.. but I know it is a process, and I need to take it one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;I set free one bookcase this evening.&lt;br /&gt;I got stuck on the stairway, and thankfully Patty came home and helped me getting to the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;I did it.&lt;br /&gt;Now boxes are stacked in it's place.  I need more boxes so it's time to rest.&lt;br /&gt;I feel good though. Some of the books are going to the children's center, and some I'm bringing to camp.&lt;br /&gt;Once the books are done, which will take a while.. I'll start in with the art room.&lt;br /&gt;I packed up a box of albums.  Some of these I am not ready to part with and I'm not sure why.  I feel they need a really good home if they are to leave.... either that or find a record player :-)&lt;br /&gt;Some crappy albums I've used for art.  Children collaged on them for a show and I've created mandalas on others.  But there are some album covers that are art in themselves!&lt;br /&gt;It is a baby step, but I am moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;One book - a gem- is called  A Lazy Man's Guide to Enlightenment and found it to be perfect timing for me to read it.&lt;br /&gt;Love all of it. Love each moment and if you don't like where you are, love yourself for being in that state of mind... it's all about loving it. Loving yourself and loving that we are here for the journey.. I mean after all.. it's just a glorious journey of ups and downs.. and you just have to enjoy the ride for what it is.  Even the sorrows, love that you can feel them.&lt;br /&gt;So, that is my challenge.  To Be Here Now.. enjoy it for what it is and not get so crazy about it.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, more boxes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-7098197027889640004?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/7098197027889640004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=7098197027889640004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/7098197027889640004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/7098197027889640004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2010/08/being-present-with-process.html' title='Being present with the process'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/TFiqr1qowLI/AAAAAAAADNY/KAZA0N0aqo0/s72-c/IMG_4690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-2037405741954372171</id><published>2010-08-01T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T13:19:19.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A month to move</title><content type='html'>How can I make this fun and at the same time record, analyze this process and to be sure I keep my balance with all that is going on.  I'll have to post some pictures during this mad process - but for now i need to just write.&lt;div&gt;I have lived here for 33 years..  same apartment.. small.  Four rooms and pretty much packed with stuff ... art stuff and books take up most of the space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Art stuff includes art supplies for myself, art supplies for the classes I teach and art work I have created - both mine and my husbands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being that it is a small space, I created shelving.  Both beds were built by me and my husband.  They are like decks and actually, that's where I got the idea from.  My mom was having a deck built and I followed that same process.  It's about 4 ft. high and worked really well for storage underneath.  I followed it up by building one for Jake... only this time I tried doing it myself.. the impatient part of myself soon learned it wasn't the best idea, but I did it anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once Jake moved out, his bed became a table to work on and being that it was against the wall, it seemed reasonable that shelves would soon follow.. up to the ceiling... and of course, great storage underneath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides the two beds, other shelves were built for books.  Many, many books.  John seems to think a good 60% of all our stuff is books and I think I may have to agree.. at least 60%.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's were I started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Packing books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Virgo rising part of me knew there would have to be some organizing I'd have to do with this.. sorting them into categories.  This way art books can go into the art room, my astrology, yoga and spirituality books into the bedroom... I have two full (and heavy) boxes with just yoga books and there are probably enough to fill another box.  Not sure what to do with all the yoga magazines yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Art books get divided into teaching children, art instruction, art/spirituality and there is a tower of them so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Novels are easy enough to let go of...not so much these other books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have my first copy of Be Here Now by Ram Dass!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this is day one.  The idea of today was to empty one bookcase in the bedroom and get rid of the book case which I built to make some room to stack these boxes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I keep in sight is how we will have more space in this new place, and that keeps me motivated.  A new art room to set up....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now - back to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-2037405741954372171?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/2037405741954372171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=2037405741954372171' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/2037405741954372171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/2037405741954372171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2010/08/month-to-move.html' title='A month to move'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-4326969432767233040</id><published>2010-07-10T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T07:27:14.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>walk the path of love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/TDh_LCuUyEI/AAAAAAAADK4/VleppAXkBAk/s1600/IMG_4456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492279573264779330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/TDh_LCuUyEI/AAAAAAAADK4/VleppAXkBAk/s320/IMG_4456.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My path has become very cluttered. I feel a sense of overwhelm when I keep looking at everything that needs to be done... Not really feeling like doing any of it. It becomes too much.&lt;br /&gt;What makes it worse is more keeps getting added to that which still needs to be done and well... it sure doesn't help..it builds and builds and then...&lt;br /&gt;I cry.&lt;br /&gt;So I go to where I need to go. Pick one thing. What is the most immediate thing I think needs to get done first? You'd think that would make most sense...Doesn't always happen that way.&lt;br /&gt;What needs to get done first is the attitude adjustment. I pick up a book and I get my answer.. how to deal with negative moods. I like what he says.. coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;Then I get up and follow my instincts.. air conditioner is behaving badly so I need to move stuff out of the way. Sheesh. I realized how much I really need to clean, so I just do it. Don't think. Just do it. May need a new one..&lt;br /&gt;It gets done... or at least the beginng of it. Now move forward one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;What can I do with love?&lt;br /&gt;What will bring me the best feeling.. go there.&lt;br /&gt;click and you'll see my laces have "love" on them.. it is a constant reminder that where ever I go and what ever I do, I will try to travel there with my heart filled with love.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just need to sweat out all these toxic thoughts and attitudes :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-4326969432767233040?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/4326969432767233040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=4326969432767233040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/4326969432767233040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/4326969432767233040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2010/07/walk-path-of-love.html' title='walk the path of love..'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/TDh_LCuUyEI/AAAAAAAADK4/VleppAXkBAk/s72-c/IMG_4456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-2098419135433121507</id><published>2010-07-04T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T06:41:11.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>clouds illusions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/TDCNgUyTYII/AAAAAAAADKY/Bkqh7IPQgK0/s1600/IMG_4516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490043532239659138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/TDCNgUyTYII/AAAAAAAADKY/Bkqh7IPQgK0/s320/IMG_4516.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While lying on my back on a very large tree stump, I watched clouds go by.  It was mostly blue sky, and having the clouds come and give some relief of the suns rays was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Later on though, at the Esopus, I was taking pictures of some cool views beneath the water.  What I hadn't noticed until later while looking at the images in the camera, were the clouds on the surface of the water.  I noticed what looked like an animal walking upside down.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I read messages in everything else - so why not the clouds as well :-)&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of Judy Collins singing about clouds illusions... I really don't know clouds at all.&lt;br /&gt;I will take more time to though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-2098419135433121507?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/2098419135433121507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=2098419135433121507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/2098419135433121507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/2098419135433121507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2010/07/clouds-illusions.html' title='clouds illusions'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/TDCNgUyTYII/AAAAAAAADKY/Bkqh7IPQgK0/s72-c/IMG_4516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-1286756358202980354</id><published>2010-06-20T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T05:27:40.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When things shift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/TB4FI1zg-MI/AAAAAAAADJ4/Xm8GdGhwYqQ/s1600/IMG_4397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484827045624084674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/TB4FI1zg-MI/AAAAAAAADJ4/Xm8GdGhwYqQ/s320/IMG_4397.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Things have become more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stabilized&lt;/span&gt; here - a very good thing that I am deeply appreciative of.  We took a walk to the Wainwright house last week.  Our intention was to go to the beach, but it was closed off with a gate -  something new and annoying.  It bothers me that we are cut off from access to the water and when it is open, we have to pay to go there.  How does Rye get to own the water?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But as chance would have it, a good and fortunate chance, we went to the Wainwright instead.  A good choice as the sun came out and it was so peaceful there.   I walked the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;labyrinth&lt;/span&gt; and John took a walk down to the water.  Yes, access to the water for free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Water is a healing element that is good for John.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We sat for awhile on a bench just taking it all in.  One of the women working there came over to take some photos for the newsletter.  Turns out she coordinates the art shows there and we will be bringing in our work to be considered for exhibiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/TB4FIMyWuGI/AAAAAAAADJw/NHif9sbvKTw/s1600/IMG_4405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484827034613364834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/TB4FIMyWuGI/AAAAAAAADJw/NHif9sbvKTw/s320/IMG_4405.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/TB4FHmwtt1I/AAAAAAAADJo/bXyaF10-jRo/s1600/IMG_4402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484827024405935954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/TB4FHmwtt1I/AAAAAAAADJo/bXyaF10-jRo/s320/IMG_4402.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;labyrinth&lt;/span&gt; is created by hedges of lavender... smells so delightful.&lt;br /&gt;Much of the chaos has shifted into a more &lt;em&gt;ease and flow&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have been slowly packing up books into catagories. &lt;br /&gt;I picked up the violin to paint again yesterday, hoping to finish it and get it to my client soon so I can wrap things up before camp starts.&lt;br /&gt;I am desiring to have this summer to be a simple as possible. &lt;br /&gt;No new jobs to add to an already busy schedule.&lt;br /&gt;Simple.&lt;br /&gt;Easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-1286756358202980354?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/1286756358202980354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=1286756358202980354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/1286756358202980354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/1286756358202980354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-things-shift.html' title='When things shift'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/TB4FI1zg-MI/AAAAAAAADJ4/Xm8GdGhwYqQ/s72-c/IMG_4397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-1455288383972657318</id><published>2010-05-03T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T05:15:47.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>web of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/S962xxkWEeI/AAAAAAAADIo/BXXl1gRLRpg/s1600/color+web051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467007963909984738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/S962xxkWEeI/AAAAAAAADIo/BXXl1gRLRpg/s320/color+web051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was half expecting a pause... a breathing space for a while, but life had other plans.  With mercury Rx I guess it is a 'redo' of what had not been accomplished with John's last visit to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hospital&lt;/span&gt;..  We also figured he needed to take care of his mom's passing.. His mom passed away last month while he was in the hospital being treated for low sodium levels.  His abdomen was filled with fluid and they "talked" about tapping him but didn't.&lt;br /&gt;And now it is being dealt with.  I can't stand stagnation!  After his last visit to the hospital, he seemed to get worse, building more fluid in his abdomen.  I didn't like the way he was moving around and worried about his breathing..&lt;br /&gt;It was a good call on my part.  They are doing an ultrasound this morning first and most likely will tap him, drain the fluid. They do it a little at a time.&lt;br /&gt;Movement.... moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;After the hospital, I went to my mom's and ate and filled them in on what was going on.  I have been thinking more about what my brother had gone through with Kathi.  I have even more compassion for him and what it must have felt like.  I asked if he cried a lot.  I do.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I spent the morning crying and then said, "we need to go and deal with it!"&lt;br /&gt;I tend to doubt myself with decisions like this and with J asking for $, I went over the edge.  I'm not so sure why.. beside the fact that I let things build in me emotionally and then I burst open -opening the flood gates!&lt;br /&gt;I chose this mandala because, like a spider web, we are all connected.  At some point in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; life, a person gets sick, someone loses a job, someone we love leaves this plane...  When it happens to us and we know it, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;experience it&lt;/span&gt;, we can be compassionate towards others when it happens to them.  We can go to others to see how they have dealt with it. There is a sense of family then.. wider than our own intimate family.. the family of earth widens.&lt;br /&gt;My heart opens more to those who have been through tragic situations, feeling more compassion for them when I have had it happen to me... but I feel compassion expands in other ways as well.&lt;br /&gt;Once compassion grows, expands outwards, it doesn't stop...it pens up more to others even if I haven't experienced what they are going through.   Once your heart opens, it keeps opening until you decide to close it.  It hurts when we keep it open too wide and we do tend to close down for self protection... going deeper within the web rather than on the outside circumference.&lt;br /&gt;I see myself going in and out of it, and for most of my life, I stayed more toward the center.  As I get older, I see myself moving out towards the edge, pulling back in every so often.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wear my heart on my sleeve and tend to be a more private person.  I become amazed at others deep expression and how open they can be and then I gather in that same courage.  I then am able to let more of myself out.. move more towards the edge.&lt;br /&gt;We all need one another.  It is a web of life and we are all connected. We cannot live this life with  passion by removing ourselves from it's sorrows, afraid of the pain, turning in on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;our self&lt;/span&gt;... but rather find comfort in others, compassion.. giving and receiving it.&lt;br /&gt;Breathing in and breathing out... a deep breath.. breathe in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-1455288383972657318?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/1455288383972657318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=1455288383972657318' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/1455288383972657318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/1455288383972657318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2010/05/web-of-life.html' title='web of life'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/S962xxkWEeI/AAAAAAAADIo/BXXl1gRLRpg/s72-c/color+web051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-500779334376211837</id><published>2010-04-21T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T12:59:36.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking it in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/S89Xeb76qgI/AAAAAAAADHQ/lhwcT2NZdNU/s1600/IMG_4339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462681053430458882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/S89Xeb76qgI/AAAAAAAADHQ/lhwcT2NZdNU/s320/IMG_4339.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is nature that I learn the most from.  Life can throw lots of stuff at us and we can easily get caught up in it.  It has been a bit of a whirlwind and now the dust has settled and I took some time for myself today.  There was nothing pressing that I HAD to do, so I gave myself the gift of time... took my camera and went for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;I took in the beauty that surrounded me.  We seem to be about a month ahead on the blossoming of things.  Usually, the lilacs come out for mother's day, but not this year... it's all out.&lt;br /&gt;I leisurely took my time, photographing what caught my eye until I got to my destination.. mom's house.  She has a lilac bush out front, so we sat on the porch and chatted.&lt;br /&gt;Just as we were about to go in, we had a visit.&lt;br /&gt;Mom pointed out the butterfly and I snapped away... thank you butterfly for your message.&lt;br /&gt;Drink in the nectar of life.  Drink it in now. Don't wait.&lt;br /&gt;Drink it in deeply.&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-500779334376211837?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/500779334376211837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=500779334376211837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/500779334376211837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/500779334376211837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2010/04/drinking-it-in.html' title='Drinking it in'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/S89Xeb76qgI/AAAAAAAADHQ/lhwcT2NZdNU/s72-c/IMG_4339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-1151086847657197530</id><published>2010-03-12T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T04:57:25.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which direction..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/S5o1SDuTr6I/AAAAAAAADEo/qTykVx_snxE/s1600-h/looking+for+direction040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447725283611488162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/S5o1SDuTr6I/AAAAAAAADEo/qTykVx_snxE/s320/looking+for+direction040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I titled this "looking for direction". It is my "process" of moving.. where to move to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Direction plays a large part. Which window faces east.. north.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, this is one of the things I paid attention to as I took a look at an apartment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where will the studio be... will the sun shine on me in the a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have lived in one place for 33 years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a lot of stuff.. some will come with us and a lot of it will not. Much of it will have to be disassembled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I built our bed.. high off the ground like a loft bed. I made one for Jake too, which became my art table when he moved out.... with shelves built up to the ceiling. Storage under the bed-turned-table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jake built me another table with shelves above it for my paints. I built more shelves against another wall.. as I did in the living room. One wall of shelving for our books. Even in the kitchen I built shelves and cabinets. Everything made to fit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I took apart these pieces, I would have a LOT of wood and not much in the way of furniture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is something to say about starting from scratch. A certain excitment of starting over, doing things differently... having more experience of what works and what doesn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yet, there is also that sentimental side... missing already the work I have done... painted ceilings and walls.. painted how I chose. Not a white wall in sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a bit concerned about moving somewhere else and having restrictions on this... I need to express myself in my surrounding.. I need a creative environment. I need to paint walls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every place I have lived.. ok, not a lot in that department.. but the places I did live in were covered with my art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's one of those things where I can be very rooted -as in staying in a place for a length of time... but please give me the wings I need to fly around and be creative... keeping my fingers crossed on this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-1151086847657197530?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/1151086847657197530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=1151086847657197530' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/1151086847657197530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/1151086847657197530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2010/03/which-direction.html' title='Which direction..'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/S5o1SDuTr6I/AAAAAAAADEo/qTykVx_snxE/s72-c/looking+for+direction040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-7539262095414334007</id><published>2010-01-25T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T06:37:48.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go There</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/S12nGxONOcI/AAAAAAAADDA/4c6_9_k1Wag/s1600-h/go+there029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430680460412664258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/S12nGxONOcI/AAAAAAAADDA/4c6_9_k1Wag/s320/go+there029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have missed blogging.  My computer had a virus and I brought it in to the most wonderful computer guys to fix it and now I have my blogs back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It gave me time to do other things though.  I did more journaling and cleaning up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I discover things when I clean.  I focused on my meditation space which I allowed to get cluttered.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I clean the clutter, dust off the books and objects, I feel as though I am clearing my own energy, my spirit surfacing through the debris...  I open up the path to spirit - to my inner sanctuary - removing obstacles, illusions that made me take a detour.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wandered off in another direction and got a bit lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe that is what we need now and then... a detour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Detours that take you down new roads show us our habits.. some not so good.  We need to change the view so we don't become stagnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes it shows us what we have and how good it really is... "Stop comparing and being judgemental."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those detours can show us we need to travel more lightly, to unload that which we don't really need but carry out of habit or conformity.. someone else's junk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe the detours are there for a rest... like a vacation.  "Stop pushing so hard and let events unfold in their own time."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We take notice more on a detour.  We no longer drive down a road we've driven down ten thousand times and no longer see what is around us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We notice trees, new homes, a rabbit or hawk... our senses perk up.  We take that back with us, hold on to it a bit longer.. fresh eyes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now we notice something  new on the original path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now we feel much lighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now the path is clearer and we can move freer, lighter, more observant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I can take the high road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-7539262095414334007?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/7539262095414334007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=7539262095414334007' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/7539262095414334007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/7539262095414334007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2010/01/go-there.html' title='Go There'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/S12nGxONOcI/AAAAAAAADDA/4c6_9_k1Wag/s72-c/go+there029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-1197290694854966085</id><published>2009-12-18T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T16:15:15.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Permission to Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SywZmpko6EI/AAAAAAAADCI/G1XWSVF6Wo0/s1600-h/IMG_3074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416732603605116994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SywZmpko6EI/AAAAAAAADCI/G1XWSVF6Wo0/s320/IMG_3074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; May we all be as the little child coming out to play.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coming out of our composed, adult, responsible self for a bit of wild mad playtime!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish you less stress and more joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pure spontaneous joy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give yourself some permission to play this holiday season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give this gift to yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-1197290694854966085?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/1197290694854966085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=1197290694854966085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/1197290694854966085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/1197290694854966085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2009/12/permission-to-play.html' title='Permission to Play'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SywZmpko6EI/AAAAAAAADCI/G1XWSVF6Wo0/s72-c/IMG_3074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-4901189829070448321</id><published>2009-11-24T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T10:11:18.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More blessings</title><content type='html'>I am grateful for the library because that is where I am now.. no computer for now and that may be a blessing in disguise.  I found a "computer guy" in town.. he came this morning to pick up the computer and get rid of a virus and clean her up...&lt;br /&gt;A big change in attitude today even with a packed laundromat.&lt;br /&gt;It was an opportunity to be pleasant amongst the chaos.&lt;br /&gt;Picked up a new color for the bedroom too.&lt;br /&gt;A good day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-4901189829070448321?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/4901189829070448321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=4901189829070448321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/4901189829070448321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/4901189829070448321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-blessings.html' title='More blessings'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-8904135567621071311</id><published>2009-11-20T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T06:05:27.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SwafyA4BzuI/AAAAAAAADBY/3VRsWixABgs/s1600/Peru08+246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406184084282134242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SwafyA4BzuI/AAAAAAAADBY/3VRsWixABgs/s320/Peru08+246.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I find it amazing how some days one wakes and just feels great and other times.. not so much.&lt;br /&gt;I feel good today, and I am sure it is because I am aware of life's blessings.  This is where my focus is.. the good stuff, all those wonderful things that are going right in my life.&lt;br /&gt;The students I work with, watching them produce some amazing, creative work - a big blessing.  I love it when I am giving a student the opportunity to express themselves in some way and it "clicks".&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling good that I was able to help someone special financially and in return it came back to me four-fold!&lt;br /&gt;Today is a day I want to open my arms and take it all in.  I want to embrace each moment and because this is what I WANT and focusing on that, that is what the Universe provides more of.&lt;br /&gt;Placing your focus on the good stuff and more good stuff is what appears.&lt;br /&gt;Namaste'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-8904135567621071311?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/8904135567621071311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=8904135567621071311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/8904135567621071311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/8904135567621071311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2009/11/open-arms.html' title='Open Arms'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SwafyA4BzuI/AAAAAAAADBY/3VRsWixABgs/s72-c/Peru08+246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-8279670377343793195</id><published>2009-11-19T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T09:35:31.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I appreciate assistance</title><content type='html'>Gratitude Exercise &lt;a href="http://blog.staceyrobyn.com/seeds-of-gratitude-give-rise-to-loves-bloom/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today a very nice man helped my mom with the wheelchair, went to the car with us to help some more and brought the chair back to the office... So many very kind people :-)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all of you out there that hold doors open, are patient with others that are disabled, and do it all with a big smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-8279670377343793195?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/8279670377343793195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=8279670377343793195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/8279670377343793195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/8279670377343793195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-i-appreciate-assistance.html' title='Today I appreciate assistance'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-4873784892201710627</id><published>2009-11-18T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T05:26:27.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>being grateful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SwPynqVeL2I/AAAAAAAADBQ/Uuk41KLkogA/s1600/IMG_2872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405430740967894882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SwPynqVeL2I/AAAAAAAADBQ/Uuk41KLkogA/s320/IMG_2872.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you read the comment underneath this post, you'll know where the inspiration for this came from. &lt;a href="http://orli-shines.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt; inspired this idea for me to post my gratitude for the many things I am blessed with. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If the only prayer you said in your whole life was thank you, that would suffice"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is one of my favorite quotes from Meister Eckhart.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, while at class, a previous student came by with her mom and dropped off a HUGE bin filled with art supplies. Paints, paints, paints... feathers, wood, beads, chenille, gems, foamie stuff... and empty oranizers! Thank you .. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;I will not have to buy paints for awhile and those sculpey molds are just the things I was looking for. I am soooo very grateful!&lt;br /&gt;Life is good :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-4873784892201710627?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/4873784892201710627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=4873784892201710627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/4873784892201710627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/4873784892201710627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2009/11/being-grateful.html' title='being grateful'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SwPynqVeL2I/AAAAAAAADBQ/Uuk41KLkogA/s72-c/IMG_2872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-4108072836489409003</id><published>2009-10-21T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:17:33.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowing before the moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/St9iDEv5u9I/AAAAAAAADBA/YFVn-J4hg4A/s1600-h/bowing+before+the+moon007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395138683566930898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/St9iDEv5u9I/AAAAAAAADBA/YFVn-J4hg4A/s320/bowing+before+the+moon007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another doodle to comtemplate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought about it in the shower and while driving to class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What came up is the unpredictablness of life and how I deal with it.  We expect certain things done in a certain way, other people's behaviours, just because it's been this way... and when something comes along to disturb the peace... well, here's where the challenge comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How present can I remain&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried not to react, but I did.  I fell into victim mode, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Why me, Why me, Why me... wwaaaaaaa, wwaaaa, wwwaaaa"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah, I could &lt;em&gt;easily&lt;/em&gt; had a full blown out temper tantrum :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then I remembered,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"don't shoot the messenger"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I looked at it much more deeply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I looked at my habitual behaviour.  Stuff we repeatedly do from our past childhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, I looked at what was really happening behind all this.  What was the REAL issue here and... Why is it pushing my button?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I began thinking about my habits, my rituals, my addictions... all those things that bring comfort to me, and the things that help to bring ease into my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take astrology for instance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every day I read my personalized horoscope for the day right along with the general ones.. These include planetary aspects, rising signs, what house the moon is in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is ritual... and most likely an addiction andI wondered if I could be more intuitive without it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This caught my attention:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is from The Yoga Sutras of Patanjali. -&lt;em&gt;Shraddha: Faith, trust.  We need to trust in the intelligence of the Universe and &lt;strong&gt;welcome any experiences&lt;/strong&gt; that come our way.  It is about accepting and loving what is, rather than what we think should be. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This message spoke to my heart about the matter and I began to relax into seeing there might be other alternatives, other options, solutions to be had (instead of pouting).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been my ongoing intention to remain in the present moment and allow life to unfold, not always to my whim, not always how I think it should be, but delve into the unpredictableness of life and see what the Universe has in store for me.  Sometimes I blow it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must say, I see growth.  I  bounce back more quickly, look at where the resistance is and cut through it easier... faster... but of course, some instances are more challenging than others, and I forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's an interesting concept, bowing.  It is a sign of respect - humbleness.  And we bow from the gut. Maybe I need to bow, to honor my gut, follow my gut and see where that takes me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully I won't bump into any walls :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-4108072836489409003?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/4108072836489409003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=4108072836489409003' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/4108072836489409003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/4108072836489409003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2009/10/bowing-before-moon.html' title='Bowing before the moon'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/St9iDEv5u9I/AAAAAAAADBA/YFVn-J4hg4A/s72-c/bowing+before+the+moon007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-6466071909976336138</id><published>2009-10-19T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T07:35:04.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing on the Edge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/Stx0ac4Of-I/AAAAAAAADA4/jn19i6v6L7M/s1600-h/dancing+on+the+edge006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394314451460456418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/Stx0ac4Of-I/AAAAAAAADA4/jn19i6v6L7M/s320/dancing+on+the+edge006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Balancing act.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Sunday doodle while relaxing with hubby.  He coloring (took my markers) and me doodling and mandala-making. Although the "should-haves" danced around my head, I relaxed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doodling is the art of allowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's later that I "see" what my subconscious wants to say to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The image is on the edge, but it's not very high, so if I fall off, I won't have a long way to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not a big risk.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I noticed a mitten (winter) on one side and a butterfly on the other (summer).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The extremes again. The duality of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As a body, water is at the level of the throat chakra.  To me it's symbolizing my emotional expression, something I have been more comfortable with, but still need to conscious of.  To express my feelings has been a challenge for me, but I am working with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The creative eye, the third eye, is peering through two mountains. Two obstacles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One I know, the other I'm not sure about..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Snow behind me, falling into the water.  Coldness melting into the open seas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah. That is my cold, seperate-self, the one that can push other's away.. it is the self that gets caught up in ego stuff, the need to be right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;melt away... melt away... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am not seperate, but part of the whole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am the ocean and the drop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We all are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it is through love, that the realization happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We each carry our light and that light is to be shared with others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is the talents we have that are to be spread out into the world, the light of our true self, the light of the divine within us, each of us, that needs to be given away in order for it to be returned to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see, the doodle can tell us many important things :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-6466071909976336138?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/6466071909976336138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=6466071909976336138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/6466071909976336138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/6466071909976336138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2009/10/dancing-on-edge.html' title='Dancing on the Edge'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/Stx0ac4Of-I/AAAAAAAADA4/jn19i6v6L7M/s72-c/dancing+on+the+edge006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-142240955076095992</id><published>2009-10-18T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:34:25.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Releasing seeds for new potentials</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/Sts9d3CTLcI/AAAAAAAADAg/cD8YGYhDkY4/s1600-h/IMG_2639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393972561905397186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/Sts9d3CTLcI/AAAAAAAADAg/cD8YGYhDkY4/s320/IMG_2639.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finding the beauty in change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The new moon fell in my 2nd house of values, and being in Libra, also beauty and balance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that is why I began this blog, as a reminder to regain, or come back into balance when I notice I am teetering on the edge.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've notice the theme of extremes in my life over the last few months.  It was visible in my life, and in my face to see clearly.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always reminders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life constantly gives us messages in so many ways.  In our relationships, or in nature. We just need to keep our minds open to it and our hearts as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nature, and it's cycles of life and death, present us with an abundance of examples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the summer, I usually photograph these lotus in full bloom, but I can see the beauty in their releasing as well.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Releasing the seeds for new flowers, new blossoms that will capture our attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New moons are like planting seeds, new intentions for ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I choose to plant seeds of nurturing myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I read that if we can nurture ourselves 51 % of the time, we can easily nurture others 49 % of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We must fill our own well, in order to give to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Find that fine line of balance between you and others.  Libra rules relationships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is also a reminder from that lotus, that in order for the new to come, you must release, let go of that which needs to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make room for something new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is a risk in letting go, a fear that what will come may not be to our liking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are comfortable with what we know, but in order to grow, we must learn to take risks, or the Universe just may do it for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I look to what needs to be released, what has lost it's value but I continue to hold on to anyway... just in case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I let them go, I can look at them as seeds.  Releasing them to the wind, finding fertile ground in which new life will begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-142240955076095992?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/142240955076095992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=142240955076095992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/142240955076095992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/142240955076095992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2009/10/releasing-seeds-for-new-potentials.html' title='Releasing seeds for new potentials'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/Sts9d3CTLcI/AAAAAAAADAg/cD8YGYhDkY4/s72-c/IMG_2639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-579301657400108263</id><published>2009-10-16T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T11:21:51.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/Stix4EWSgvI/AAAAAAAADAY/yNRYp_DVF68/s1600-h/IMG_2458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393256130574189298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/Stix4EWSgvI/AAAAAAAADAY/yNRYp_DVF68/s320/IMG_2458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My husband and I exhibited our art together, which is still up. Photos on the art blog :-)&lt;br /&gt;This was one of the highlights of our year.&lt;br /&gt;Very exciting! Great energy.&lt;br /&gt;We've got so many more ideas cooking :-)&lt;br /&gt;I have learned so much about my Self these past few months, and where I find myself in balance. My art, my spiritual path are highest priorities for me and sharing what I find. My husband and I walk together on this path moving towards a special place where we can share with others.&lt;br /&gt;The most important lesson for me has been to connect with my heart center, keep the heart open, using the breath to stay centered and in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Some harder lessons of "space" and letting go, looking at a bigger picture, attachment.. these were the challenges and knocked me off my center.&lt;br /&gt;But, I get back up. I try to do better and find compassion for my self. Yoga helps.&lt;br /&gt;It is one of my activities that grounds me, humbles me, and keeps my heart open.&lt;br /&gt;A blessing of community.&lt;br /&gt;Have a most wonderful day... and be grateful :-)&lt;br /&gt;Namaste'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-579301657400108263?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/579301657400108263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=579301657400108263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/579301657400108263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/579301657400108263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been?!?'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/Stix4EWSgvI/AAAAAAAADAY/yNRYp_DVF68/s72-c/IMG_2458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-6182244851004210727</id><published>2009-09-27T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T09:11:39.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Towards........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/Sr-LYH_jY5I/AAAAAAAAC9g/tDJBNwb_lQI/s1600-h/+away+or+towards126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386176925937132434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/Sr-LYH_jY5I/AAAAAAAAC9g/tDJBNwb_lQI/s320/+away+or+towards126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So much has come together for me in the last month or so.  Not sure if it's the meditating along with the reading, the show.. my life back to where I want it to be as far as work is concerned.  I'm guessing it is all of it.  It's because it is what I want.  Where I want it all to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Focusing on that, what I do want rather than what I don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most of the summer, I was focused on just that.. what I DIDN'T want and that is exactly what I got.. more of what I didn't want.. It was the moving away from experience rather than the moving towards experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Working with the assemblages has been such a blessing.  They've all come together easily for the most part.  Anything that didn't, I left to sit with awhile.  It was when I pushed rather than went with the flow - that it didn't fall into place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I just walked away and worked on another piece until it some how clicked.  Many times it was the rummaging throught stuff that the perfect piece was found and then the flow came back.  Wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's pretty much a lesson of life.  Stop pushing, resisting, but rather focus on what it is you do want, focus on the end result or the feeling it would provoke instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and stop carrying other people's baggage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Travel lightly.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If something is unclear, ask questions, even if it is to yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Choosing to move towards that which brings me the greatest joy, the best feelings, towards that which feels full of love.  Respond to the experience of each blessed moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make Art and Have Fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-6182244851004210727?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/6182244851004210727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=6182244851004210727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/6182244851004210727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/6182244851004210727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2009/09/towards.html' title='Towards........'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/Sr-LYH_jY5I/AAAAAAAAC9g/tDJBNwb_lQI/s72-c/+away+or+towards126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-396514831221143054</id><published>2009-08-24T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:09:13.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Power of the elements</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SpNECw34flI/AAAAAAAAC7A/yVs4UZ0NUD8/s1600-h/power+of+the+elements119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373713594652851794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SpNECw34flI/AAAAAAAAC7A/yVs4UZ0NUD8/s320/power+of+the+elements119.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If there is one thing I have learned, it is the importance of spending time in nature.  The power that Nature brings to us... soothing quality of water (until there is too much of it)... clean, clear blue skies (until there is too much of it)..  Nature teaches us the importance of balance.&lt;br /&gt;We appreciate rain, when there is too little of it and the sun when there is too much.&lt;br /&gt;Balance of the elements.  Balance in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciating when our lives are in balance, each time working harder to maintain it.&lt;br /&gt;It is appreciated more so when we lose that balance and then find it again. &lt;br /&gt;It is difficult to maintain.&lt;br /&gt;We fall into drama, allow fears, worries and other's opinions, to control our decisions... fear of what?  What or who are we listening to, allowing our judgement to be contaminated?&lt;br /&gt;We all need to be media-free for awhile.  Turn off the TV, the radio, your cell, computer, and whatever gadget you may be addicted to and spend some alone time, quiet time... just listening.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to nature.  Listen to your Self.  Your wise, sacred and divine Self.  Pass the chatter of ego, you will eventually hear Her or Him.&lt;br /&gt;Please remind me of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-396514831221143054?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/396514831221143054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=396514831221143054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/396514831221143054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/396514831221143054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2009/08/power-of-elements.html' title='Power of the elements'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SpNECw34flI/AAAAAAAAC7A/yVs4UZ0NUD8/s72-c/power+of+the+elements119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-2737006680602671401</id><published>2009-07-26T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T07:37:20.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swan's message</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SmxkYt_-rAI/AAAAAAAAC6I/km7q-YowmvE/s1600-h/IMG_2211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362771632119000066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SmxkYt_-rAI/AAAAAAAAC6I/km7q-YowmvE/s320/IMG_2211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SmxkYUUKlAI/AAAAAAAAC6A/krH6EhwInnA/s1600-h/IMG_2223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362771625224344578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SmxkYUUKlAI/AAAAAAAAC6A/krH6EhwInnA/s320/IMG_2223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lessons from Life on the issue of balance... Swan speaks of commitment among other things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've noticed how I have commited to things this year that I was unable to complete.  It's not something I relish.  I like to honor my commitments... but I have been remiss in this area. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have over committed.. AGAIN.  Maybe I'm just naive, thinking I can do more than I am capable of.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mother used to say my eyes were bigger than my stomach... and this has held true for more than my &lt;em&gt;food&lt;/em&gt; appetite..  It is my wanting to participate in all those cool projects, interesting jobs and those things that challenge me to move outside the box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes.. yes.. yes.. one too many times.  ok, more than ONE too many times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thinking we should have a mute button on  us.  I am just too quick on the words without thinking it through.  Too impulsive.&lt;br /&gt;I should practice, "I'll get back to you"....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swan has such grace and I've lost it a few times this summer. MELTDOWN is being kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swans mate for life, which is why they are thought to symbolize commitment... and if I had unlimited time to bring forward all that I've committed to, then I don't really have a problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, other's don't see it this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As far as the balance thing, over-committing means it leaves scant time for my own stuff... my "thinking process" time, my own art, mandalas, journaling, blogging, my upcoming show of assemblages and shrines...  what-in-the-world-was-I-thinking?!?&lt;br /&gt;The new moon eclipse brought up a buried old dream/solution.  Starting a morning only Art &amp;amp; Yoga camp for preschoolers 4 days a week next summer.  Saying goodbye to 25 years of camp art.  There are attachments, but I know I need this for my sanity. It is time to let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For balance, I need a committment to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Om :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-2737006680602671401?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/2737006680602671401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=2737006680602671401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/2737006680602671401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/2737006680602671401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2009/07/swans-message.html' title='Swan&apos;s message'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SmxkYt_-rAI/AAAAAAAAC6I/km7q-YowmvE/s72-c/IMG_2211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-8415716758168559279</id><published>2009-06-01T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:57:28.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mercury retrograde was not very nice to me this time around... I went to Wordpress for a bit, because I think I may have deleted something terribly important while I tried to get rid of some squawking chicken sounding bogus anti virus thingy....&lt;br /&gt;go here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://doegrozart.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://doegrozart.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for more art stuff.. &lt;a href="http://mandalas4me.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://mandalas4me.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you there...&lt;br /&gt;bring on some balance!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-8415716758168559279?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/8415716758168559279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=8415716758168559279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/8415716758168559279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/8415716758168559279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2009/06/mercury-retrograde-was-not-very-nice-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-7407458545605237686</id><published>2009-04-18T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T06:18:14.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my Tao!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SenOUw3C-0I/AAAAAAAAC2E/xIOTlbJYq_M/s1600-h/IMG_1563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326014890450811714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SenOUw3C-0I/AAAAAAAAC2E/xIOTlbJYq_M/s320/IMG_1563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coming to the computer, I find all sorts of messages... Well, actually, ALL of life has messages for you if you are one to look for them :-) &lt;br /&gt;I walked outside the other day and this was my first one.  Yes, what a life I have!&lt;br /&gt;For the past few months, it feels as though all four burners have been on high.  Life is cooking with all sorts of jobs, projects, obligations with family care, tax prep, art show, clients being added to the list of to-do's ...  My plate was not only full, but overflowing.&lt;br /&gt;My pendulum had swung to the extreme right........&lt;br /&gt;and you all know, when it swings one way, it needs to swing back the other way.&lt;br /&gt;The other extreme is what I felt yesterday and it is lingering now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm depleted. I want to rest, regroup, clean up the mess in order to move on to the next project.&lt;br /&gt;Messages today seem to validate that feeling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You might also take frequent breaks throughout the course of today and focus on creating a serene mind-set. The more centered you are, the easier it will be to calmly get your points across."&lt;br /&gt;"Allow yourself a break in the action "&lt;br /&gt; Centered.  That is what I would like to be, feel..&lt;br /&gt;The middle way.&lt;br /&gt;The Tao.&lt;br /&gt;No extremes, just centered in the middle. &lt;br /&gt;I don't see myself as being still, but move to the right a little and work, move a little to the left and rest (play).&lt;br /&gt;The above astrological messages give voice to what I need to do.. small bites, a little time here and there to balance out the energy.  The sun is opposite my natal Neptune, calling for the balance of energetic giving of myself vs. the dreamy down time of doing some art work for myself.&lt;br /&gt;I have to sneak it in, but &lt;em&gt;what my body &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; wants&lt;/em&gt; is fullness of play - yes, the other extreme of a vacation!&lt;br /&gt;But for now, in finding the middle ground, I will take frequent breaks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-7407458545605237686?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/7407458545605237686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=7407458545605237686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/7407458545605237686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/7407458545605237686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2009/04/wheres-my-tao.html' title='Where&apos;s my Tao!'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SenOUw3C-0I/AAAAAAAAC2E/xIOTlbJYq_M/s72-c/IMG_1563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-2972254603732710439</id><published>2009-03-27T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:51:08.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/Sc0gFLGR5tI/AAAAAAAAC08/4it5UMPS8Co/s1600-h/IMG_1143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317942008244987602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/Sc0gFLGR5tI/AAAAAAAAC08/4it5UMPS8Co/s320/IMG_1143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just had to share this wonderful poem. It was on Sue's blog with her wonderful mandalas and it touched me. I don't cry easily, but I did because it felt so true. This is what I believe.. that it is Love that changes, heals, creates, and fills us with Joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have Love, anything is possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Is The New Religion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the surface of the world right now there is war and violence and things seem dark &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But calmly and quietly, at the same time, something else is happening underground&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An inner revolution is taking place and certain individuals are being called to a higher light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is a silent revolution&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the inside out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the ground up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is time for me to reveal myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am an embedded agent of a secret, undercover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clandestine &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Global operation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A spiritual conspiracy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have sleeper cells in every nation on the planet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You won't see us on the T.V.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You won't read about us in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You won't hear about us on the radio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We don't seek any glory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We don't wear any uniform&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We come in all shapes and sizes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colors and styles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most of us work anonymously&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are quietly working behind the scenes in every country and culture of the world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cities big and small, mountains and valleys, in farms and villages, tribes and remote islands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You could pass by one of us on the street and not even notice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We go undercover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We remain behind the scenes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is of no concern to us who takes the final credit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But simply that the work gets done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Occasionally we spot each other in the street&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We give a quiet nod and continue on our way so no one will notice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During the day many of us pretend we have normal jobs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But behind the false storefront at night is where the real work takes place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some call us the "Conscious Army"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are slowly creating a new world with the power of our minds and hearts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We follow, with passion and joy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our orders from the Central Command&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Spiritual Intelligence Agency&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are dropping soft, secret love bombs when no ones is looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poems&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hugs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photography&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kind words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smiles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meditation and prayer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Social activism&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Websites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blogs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random acts of kindness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We each express ourselves in our own unique ways with our own unique gifts and talents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Be the change you want to see in the world"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That is the motto that fills our hearts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We know it is the only way real transformation takes place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We know that quietly and humbly we have the power of all the oceans combined&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our work is slow and meticulous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ike the formation of mountains&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is not even visible at first glance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And yet with it entire tectonic plates shall be moved in the centuries to come&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is the new religion of the 21st century&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't have to be a highly educated person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or have any exceptional knowledge to understand it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It comes from the intelligence of the heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Embedded in the timeless evolutionary pulse of all human beings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be the change you want to see in the world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nobody else can do it for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are now recruiting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perhaps you will join us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or already have....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All are welcome...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The door is open&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Brian Piergrossi (From the book "The Big Glow")&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-2972254603732710439?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/2972254603732710439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=2972254603732710439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/2972254603732710439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/2972254603732710439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2009/03/love.html' title='Love :-)'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/Sc0gFLGR5tI/AAAAAAAAC08/4it5UMPS8Co/s72-c/IMG_1143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-8102885615671554919</id><published>2009-02-21T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:31:19.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SaBNgpHQ-KI/AAAAAAAACz0/xSLcTQXgzCs/s1600-h/Lion+Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305325584229922978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SaBNgpHQ-KI/AAAAAAAACz0/xSLcTQXgzCs/s320/Lion+Heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A friend from the Mandala Oasis group wasn't feeling well and when I went into my studio I did this mandala holding the intention of healing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She gives a lot, has a big heart.. a very encouraging person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As I was just allowing, I thought about balance. It's when we are out of balance that we become sick.. even with a simple cold. Sometimes it's the imbalance of taking care of others without giving ourselves some nurturing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Us, nature... everything must be in balance in order to function to the best of it's ability. We've all been there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As I was coloring it, courage entered my thoughts. I thought of the lion, fire, and the courage it took to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It takes courage to heal. Healing means something needs to change. Whether it be our diet, balancing work and play, releasing worries or grief... the big stuff needs more change and that takes a lot more courage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I watched my husband transform his lifestyle due to a health scare. It took courage to say no to so many things that he took for granted and became comfortable with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When we become so embedded into a certain way of living, it is hard to change. Our comfort level becomes disturbed. Warning. Warning.. change or die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With so much information about smoking, why do people still smoke... or drink too much... or eat too much.. because it's hard to change. It takes a lot of courage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is what this little mandala had to say to me. It spoke to me of courage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It takes courage to do art and put it out there. To sing your song, to be your true self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e.e. cummings&lt;/strong&gt; said it so well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" To be nobody else &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but yourself &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in a world which is doing it's best, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;night and day, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to make you everybody else -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;means to fight the hardest battle &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;which any human being can fight, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and never stop fighting."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As I teach, the hardest part is to get this across. We all want to belong, so we conform. We copy. We wear what's in style, play the same music... it's all about comfort and sometimes being different is not so comfortable... and that's why it takes a huge amount of courage to be yourself. It takes you out of the comfort zone... "what will They think???"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do that what brings you joy in play and work. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How courageous can you be today... in your art, your relationships...your clothing... ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-8102885615671554919?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/8102885615671554919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=8102885615671554919' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/8102885615671554919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/8102885615671554919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2009/02/lion-heart.html' title='Lion Heart'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SaBNgpHQ-KI/AAAAAAAACz0/xSLcTQXgzCs/s72-c/Lion+Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-6425030792084340166</id><published>2009-02-09T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:17:13.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The path of Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SZBgiFonIRI/AAAAAAAACzk/ysqEzl0p6yw/s1600-h/path+of+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300842900159406354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SZBgiFonIRI/AAAAAAAACzk/ysqEzl0p6yw/s320/path+of+heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one of the mandalas I did as a healing.  I believe healing comes with focusing on love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I meditated on the path we choose to walk.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I choose the path of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I choose the path of passion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My art is my passion, but so is helping ~ comes in the form of teaching or perhaps a better term is sharing.  Also in the form of taking care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes we must walk a path on our own and ultimately it is always our own path, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but being that we are "here", it is so much better to share the path..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To walk in step with another, side by side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes we lead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes we follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of the time, it is alone and sometimes with a group of like-minded souls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walk gently and harmlessly on your path, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but walk with passion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take bold steps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Determined with direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walk with balance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Great strides along with standing still  make for variety in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't think it matters how many paths we choose to take as long as they all lead to love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is the center.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-6425030792084340166?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/6425030792084340166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=6425030792084340166' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/6425030792084340166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/6425030792084340166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2009/02/path-of-heart.html' title='The path of Heart'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SZBgiFonIRI/AAAAAAAACzk/ysqEzl0p6yw/s72-c/path+of+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-8412219726281737970</id><published>2008-12-31T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T18:14:19.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SVwjgTKgEVI/AAAAAAAACuY/47PpzV-lr2Q/s1600-h/IMG_0873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286139100433224018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SVwjgTKgEVI/AAAAAAAACuY/47PpzV-lr2Q/s320/IMG_0873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2008, I'm saying good bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Letting you go.  I took some time to &lt;em&gt;rewind&lt;/em&gt;, appreciating the many wonderful opportunities I had to explore and expand.  I made new friends, joined new groups, explored new art mediums.  You presented me with some challenges.. I whined, I cried, I prayed.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things resolved.  Sometimes I think miracles occured or angels embraced me and got me through it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes. Love heals I learned as does art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I came to appreciate what I have more, but also knowing I would rather simplify my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't need so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've learned how to let go a little bit more.. not always easy, but realized letting go creates space for new opportunities to open up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I welcome you 2009 and all you have to offer :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's spend the year in love and happiness and passionate in what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-8412219726281737970?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/8412219726281737970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=8412219726281737970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/8412219726281737970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/8412219726281737970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2008/12/letting-go.html' title='Letting go'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SVwjgTKgEVI/AAAAAAAACuY/47PpzV-lr2Q/s72-c/IMG_0873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-7126557616795019913</id><published>2008-12-01T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T06:53:24.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seek and you shall find..eventually</title><content type='html'>"What we seek we do not find - that would be too trim and tidy for so reckless and opulent a thing as life.  It is something else we find.    -Susan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Glaspell&lt;/span&gt;, The Morning Is Near Us, 1939&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to laugh when I read the quote above in an email this morning...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a bit frustrating because I was looking for a book (EVERY WHERE!) but could not find it... (still looking)... but instead I found other things :-)&lt;br /&gt;Oil paints, a color chart, another book, a calender that would help if I don't find the book..stuff for Saturday's Holiday Happening....&lt;br /&gt;I tried to forget it by creating and made some paper angels... figuring it would relax my brain.&lt;br /&gt;If I found the book right away, I wouldn't have found the other stuff :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different level,  what is it I am seeking?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do think I seek some order in my life, for everything to be neat and accessible.. for it all to be in easy reach.&lt;br /&gt;If my art room is any indication of the reality of my life... what I want to reach for is usually something very inaccessible... I have to clear off, climb up and more often than not have good balance and be brave. &lt;br /&gt;Actually what I am really seeking is wholeness and unity.  I want to feel at One with all there is.. To feel the presence of God/Universe/ Peace...&lt;br /&gt;In the big scheme of life, does it really matter that my room is a mess... there's a lot going on there. Projects abound! It's good. (and I did do some really good clearing out)&lt;br /&gt;I want to play big!&lt;br /&gt;Upon reading a line in While the Heart Waits about God experiencing through us, it gave me thought about how we experience life.  I'm sure God has experienced enough sadness, enough hatred and fear, so why not play big and give God a delightful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; of creative bliss!&lt;br /&gt;What I really seek is to have my heart blossom, to open up into magnificence and splendor!  To be a most exquisite flower that God would say, How Cool is that!!!??? and feel Love :-)&lt;br /&gt;And... if we are the reflective spirits of God, and I believe we are, then we have &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;each other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to react to our "being" and the wonderful things we manifest.&lt;br /&gt;"Delicious dinner!"&lt;br /&gt;"Brilliant Painting!"&lt;br /&gt;You and I speak - forgetting that connection - and our words are not always so uplifting....&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to remember for NOW, that God, experiencing GodSelf through me, is speaking through me to you...&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE MAGNIFICENT!!!&lt;br /&gt;on a more mundane note....&lt;br /&gt;I awoke to the sound of something falling this morning... I knew it was the T-square ruler (and it was) and later another sound (not sure WHAT that was).. it being the bronze dragon fly in the bathroom, where, by the way, my Frog now sits.. remember frog (read Joanne's comment) and the thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt;.. shit! why is everything falling?  I'll go check the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tao Te Ching&lt;/span&gt; now :-)&lt;br /&gt;(In the pursuit of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;knowledge&lt;/span&gt;, every day something is added.&lt;br /&gt;In the practice of the Tao, every day something is dropped.)&lt;br /&gt;and in the process of letting go... I'm going to clean out the underwear drawer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-7126557616795019913?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/7126557616795019913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=7126557616795019913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/7126557616795019913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/7126557616795019913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2008/12/seek-and-you-shall-findeventually.html' title='Seek and you shall find..eventually'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-119090433792397763</id><published>2008-11-29T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T05:49:01.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Coaching</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/STFHtSuHSeI/AAAAAAAACrs/Y1e1Zb_-47U/s1600-h/IMG_5567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274075482072500706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/STFHtSuHSeI/AAAAAAAACrs/Y1e1Zb_-47U/s200/IMG_5567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book by Denise Linn is my New Moon intention... to do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For 28 days, I'll follow the outline of the book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm on day 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The full title is Soul Coaching: 28 Days to Discover Your Authentic Self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems I am forever in search of myself :-).... actually, I just want to be clear on my purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do know what I love.. my art, my teaching of both art and yoga, and I want to grow in these areas. No static please, but growth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I declutter the bathroom which is my Knowledge and Self Cultivation area... appropriate :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The affirmation is "There is clarity within me and around me" to which I'll add, I am clear in my body and my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love knowing. I am always in search of knowing.. I want to know why!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to study and obtain more knowlegdge so I can pass it on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowlege is a funny thing though.. one can read and read, but if you don't "experience" it - at least for me - I don't hold on to it. I need to experience it inside me, my body, for it to stick... memory in the muscle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My goals are to more knowledgable in yoga posture - the pose and it's purpose - both for the body and the mind/spirit. I think I tend to get lazy here, so my intention is to go back to "beginner's mind" and study one pose in depth... going deeper than before and bring that to my art as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I am clear in my own mind, I can better teach others, communicate it clearer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That thought just brought me to what poses to delve into ... side stretches which open up the gall bladder meridian.. to release confusion and to gain clarity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side to side.. this way or that way.. get clear and come into balance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Namaste'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-119090433792397763?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/119090433792397763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=119090433792397763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/119090433792397763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/119090433792397763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2008/11/soul-coaching.html' title='Soul Coaching'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/STFHtSuHSeI/AAAAAAAACrs/Y1e1Zb_-47U/s72-c/IMG_5567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-1999173174978635812</id><published>2008-11-17T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:54:33.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thinker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SSF_aDoS5wI/AAAAAAAACqk/mq2gqtpV3OI/s1600-h/IMG_0530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269633124627834626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SSF_aDoS5wI/AAAAAAAACqk/mq2gqtpV3OI/s320/IMG_0530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been amused by myself lately.  Little things that make me laugh at myself, screwed up story-telling, miscommunications, wrong dates...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was torn between staying at home and going to a Wellness Fair.  There were two women I really wanted to meet there, but there was a strong pull to stay home and work on some art projects.  Should I go... should I stay... decision making is so difficult for me.  Torn.&lt;br /&gt;I went into my art room and got lost in some art making, when I heard a sound that did NOT sound good... something had fallen in the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;I got up to find my "thinking" frog had leaped off the shelf onto the floor, missing his left foot and the candle (which had been previously lit that morning) over turned.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, I was grateful that my Gratitude candle was not lit!  Then picked up froggy and found his foot.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed it was 1:00.  Was froggy telling me something??&lt;br /&gt;If I leave now, I can catch the 1:30 lecture!!!  It must be an OMEN!&lt;br /&gt;I'm meant to go.&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed the glue and attached his foot... found a safe place for him to sit upside down while drying....  Heart over Head did not go unnoticed :-)... put on my converse sneakers, grabbed my coat and Peru hat (very windy out)... said, "see ya later" to hubby and I was off.........&lt;br /&gt;Green lights and clear traffic (except one guy that wanted to cross my path) gave me further validation I was meant to go.&lt;br /&gt;I entered the grounds, looking for some sort of sign... no signs??  I asked one guy and he told me to go right.... found another woman and she pointed to the building behind her... I could park along side the road I was on... no other cars??&lt;br /&gt;where is everybody??&lt;br /&gt;(sometimes, it takes me awhile :-)&lt;br /&gt;I walked up the path, thinking, "wow, not a lot of people here means I'll get my choice of sessions"... I check one door and it is locked, another... locked.. I continue up the path..&lt;br /&gt;Notice how persistant I am :-)&lt;br /&gt;A woman comes out to see if I need help.. a very kind woman and when I mention the Wellness Fair, she tells me it's next week.&lt;br /&gt;I laugh at myself.. again.&lt;br /&gt;I over think... and of course I thought about the frog message on the way home..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he was telling me something else.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Like, clean your room!  or maybe that I over think.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-1999173174978635812?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/1999173174978635812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=1999173174978635812' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/1999173174978635812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/1999173174978635812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2008/11/thinker.html' title='The Thinker'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SSF_aDoS5wI/AAAAAAAACqk/mq2gqtpV3OI/s72-c/IMG_0530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-1442020400510622994</id><published>2008-11-05T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T05:31:06.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is time....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Truth We Possess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaos and Order will always be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dark and Light will always be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are infinite truths,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they will not be altered by our will.&lt;br /&gt;Our power is not in our ability to dissolve the shadows, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or to destroy the darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or to conquer Chaos.&lt;br /&gt;Our power is in our ability to manifest worlds of Light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from our beliefs, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;birth dreams of better worlds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from our desires and create realities of beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with our Will.&lt;br /&gt;What we think, we become.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What we fear, becomes us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What we feel, we come to believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What we imagine, comes to be.&lt;br /&gt;This is a Truth we possess, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that possesses us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the Way to realize Heaven on Earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the Light of our True Self, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shining bright from within,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nourishing and radiating out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the Divine Spark of Creation.&lt;br /&gt;-Soullab &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found this at Creative Astrology - &lt;a href="http://www.wordsforthepeople.com/"&gt;words for the people&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am feeling very hopeful this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I want to paint the butterfly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is releasing, leaving the cocoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-1442020400510622994?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/1442020400510622994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=1442020400510622994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/1442020400510622994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/1442020400510622994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-is-time.html' title='It is time....'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-9002754749834296330</id><published>2008-10-28T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:26:51.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow your Dreams....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SQdD9tkrTqI/AAAAAAAACpU/Mr6lxl7sWcc/s1600-h/IMG_0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262249417090223778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SQdD9tkrTqI/AAAAAAAACpU/Mr6lxl7sWcc/s320/IMG_0255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am reading Patti Digh's book, &lt;strong&gt;Life is a Verb&lt;/strong&gt;: 37 Days to wake up, be mindful, and live intentionally.   In this wonderful, inspiring book, is one of my favorite quotes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change." - Buddha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is one of the things I love so much about photography - taking those close up pictures of nature, and being stunned by it's amazing patterns and intricacies.  It brings me closer to that presence of being in the now and appreciating life's miracles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean really, stop for a moment and look around.  How the @%#*!!!! did all this happen????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How did this all mind-boggling stuff come about? The human body alone!! stars, the solar system.... flowers, insects, this computer.... and of course we just say.. God.  Because it's probably too overwhelming for us... maybe we'd all go crazy :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the next page is another wonderful quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle.  But I think the real miracle is to walk on earth.  Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don't even recognize: blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black curious eyes of a child - our own two eyes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;All is a miracle.  - Thich Nhat Hanh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book, with the premise of if you knew you had 37 left to live your life, what would you do..  It puts things into perspective. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Somethings just aren't worth worrying or getting agitated about.  Priorities shift.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Petty arguments dissolve.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Creating art moves to the top of the priority list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I put more love into my cooking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything... EVERYTHING becomes sacred.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My relationships take on deeper meaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can open my heart more and be more vulnerable, take more risks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I put these laces in my sneakers. They say &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;follow your dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as a reminder that each step I take should be one that brings me towards love and peace and happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Journey in that direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It is better to believe than to disbelieve; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;in so doing you bring everything to the realm of possibility. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(Albert Einstein)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-9002754749834296330?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/9002754749834296330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=9002754749834296330' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/9002754749834296330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/9002754749834296330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2008/10/follow-your-dreams.html' title='Follow your Dreams....'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SQdD9tkrTqI/AAAAAAAACpU/Mr6lxl7sWcc/s72-c/IMG_0255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-9034406908593567444</id><published>2008-10-23T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:59:20.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SQCPiSAVjSI/AAAAAAAACpM/bN8kYeWnPZU/s1600-h/IMG_0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260362183880314146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SQCPiSAVjSI/AAAAAAAACpM/bN8kYeWnPZU/s320/IMG_0121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pondering a dream I had last night, it got me thinking about passion.  Passion in doing whatever it is you are doing.   Lessons from Nature.  Roses speak passion to me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leaves changing color, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SQCPh3N_12I/AAAAAAAACpE/fM1Yd0eH83o/s1600-h/IMG_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260362176689854306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SQCPh3N_12I/AAAAAAAACpE/fM1Yd0eH83o/s320/IMG_0129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gracefully moving in the direction of change... not fighting it, but moving through it in beauty that takes my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SQCPhTnAllI/AAAAAAAACo8/WdQiVvQ3mkg/s1600-h/IMG_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260362167131084370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SQCPhTnAllI/AAAAAAAACo8/WdQiVvQ3mkg/s320/IMG_0125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes the changes are so subtle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gently releasing... letting go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In terms of Art, I'm setting an intention to open up more and "speak" from my heart, letting go of "reasons" and analysis for a bit.. I can be a bit heady and so I'd like to move more towards passion and wild abandonment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-9034406908593567444?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/9034406908593567444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=9034406908593567444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/9034406908593567444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/9034406908593567444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2008/10/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SQCPiSAVjSI/AAAAAAAACpM/bN8kYeWnPZU/s72-c/IMG_0121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-343717835357355092</id><published>2008-10-04T11:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T11:55:02.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infinite Possibilites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SOe6FK6SNHI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/Q4TBHs6rNHQ/s1600-h/Infinite+Possibilities.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253372088341902450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SOe6FK6SNHI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/Q4TBHs6rNHQ/s320/Infinite+Possibilities.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What can we change when we look first to our similiarites rather than our differences?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First find the common ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we can respectfully find acceptance in our differences... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because when we are friends, we celebrate our diversity, learn from each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Growing, reaching out with love beyond all surface issues because in Truth we are the same.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are One.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we work together as one, whole, we can accomplish amazing things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May ALL Beings be at Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Namaste'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-343717835357355092?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/343717835357355092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=343717835357355092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/343717835357355092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/343717835357355092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2008/10/infinite-possibilites.html' title='Infinite Possibilites'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SOe6FK6SNHI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/Q4TBHs6rNHQ/s72-c/Infinite+Possibilities.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-8352778998991616516</id><published>2008-10-04T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T06:07:50.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poison Ivy Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SOdlCrXYm1I/AAAAAAAAB6A/eDuzVD75XH4/s1600-h/img002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253278587025922898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SOdlCrXYm1I/AAAAAAAAB6A/eDuzVD75XH4/s320/img002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I was going through my pictures, I came across this one and had to laugh...&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;These ivy eyes are pretty much saying what is going on with me.&lt;br /&gt;Poison Oak!  Yes, it is surrounded my eyes, around my face, in my ear...&lt;br /&gt;It's been an interesting week, to say the least and I would love to attribute it to the mercurial hiccups, but it may just be that there are lessons that were not learned, and I revisisted them again.  In the cosmic calender, it was written :"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The point of Mercury reversals is to allow human beings to review, reflect and re-evaluate what's been happening in their lives for several months, make the necessary corrections and then go forward again having learned some difficult lessons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;How is it that I did not learn this one!?!  This is not the first time it's happened.&lt;br /&gt;About early 90's, when I was teaching in a school, I decided to pick some leaves behind my home, for the kids to draw in art class.  Same time of the year, as they were changing colors, not to mention in time for Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;Repeat.  Fast-forward to Wednesday... I did check to see if there were the three-leaf poison ivy plants and thought I was ok, but I did have to reach for that one that had changed to a beautiful red... needless to say, I wasn't too sure what poison oak looked like, and it just may be the leaf I picked!&lt;br /&gt;My eyes do not look pretty...................&lt;br /&gt;I am now reviewing my past week... heated arguement in yoga class between two students.. (&lt;em&gt;rash behaviour&lt;/em&gt;?) yes, that's right, yoga class!  Isn't that supposed to be calm and relaxing......  followed by a irrate custodian leaving a message having to do with enough room in yoga class which would have prevented the arguement.&lt;br /&gt;Make the necessary corrections and move forward.&lt;br /&gt;1) Do NOT, repeat, DO NOT go into the back to pick leaves ever again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2) Communicate DIRECTLY to custodian about space issues for yoga class.&lt;br /&gt;3) Move forward, with lessons learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-8352778998991616516?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/8352778998991616516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=8352778998991616516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/8352778998991616516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/8352778998991616516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2008/10/poison-ivy-eyes.html' title='Poison Ivy Eyes'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SOdlCrXYm1I/AAAAAAAAB6A/eDuzVD75XH4/s72-c/img002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-2092074316376019627</id><published>2008-09-20T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T17:02:19.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>International Peace Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SNWNM1XZO8I/AAAAAAAAB5c/LctsphFsZww/s1600-h/IMG_9726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248256192393329602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SNWNM1XZO8I/AAAAAAAAB5c/LctsphFsZww/s320/IMG_9726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday, Sept. 21st, is Peace Day. Here's a painting I did for a "prompt" from the Mandala Oasis group.  After meeting Joey today at the football game, I had an idea for next year, providing the case in the town house is clear.. Have the kids in art class make some posters, or paint some rocks, or mandalas... for Peace Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a gorgeous day which is why I went with myhusband to the game... just for the walk.  As it turns out, it was a good day for some networking.  I'll have to remember this next time when I think, "why in the world would I want to go to the football game?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peace Within = Peace Without&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May all Beings be at Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Namaste'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-2092074316376019627?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/2092074316376019627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=2092074316376019627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/2092074316376019627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/2092074316376019627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2008/09/international-peace-day.html' title='International Peace Day'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SNWNM1XZO8I/AAAAAAAAB5c/LctsphFsZww/s72-c/IMG_9726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-8935839147926163618</id><published>2008-09-14T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T09:28:43.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirals In Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SM0xgCXBfwI/AAAAAAAAB2s/F9S9MgEvDp8/s1600-h/IMG_9553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245903567415508738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SM0xgCXBfwI/AAAAAAAAB2s/F9S9MgEvDp8/s320/IMG_9553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SM0xgY177gI/AAAAAAAAB20/viuZ6hpNGz0/s1600-h/IMG_9596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245903573450747394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SM0xgY177gI/AAAAAAAAB20/viuZ6hpNGz0/s320/IMG_9596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SM0xglr6SAI/AAAAAAAAB28/JrHLZTwGrnU/s1600-h/spider+w+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245903576898357250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SM0xglr6SAI/AAAAAAAAB28/JrHLZTwGrnU/s320/spider+w+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday on our walk, I took a picture of this spider. She was pretty big and I was a little far from her for a good shot, but this morning, It got me thinking ...&lt;br /&gt;I've been coming across a lot of spirals in nature lately, as I've become more focused on patterns in nature... more so this year than any other.  Probably because of my interest in the mandalas, sacred geometry and "messages".&lt;br /&gt;The spiral is a pattern found throughout nature and a powerful image for me... unfolding that which is hidden or maybe folding in upon it self in order to hide.. expansion and contraction.. birth and decay.&lt;br /&gt;The spider according to Ted Andrews, "teaches you to maintain a balance - between past and future, physical and spiritual, male and female." (Maintaining Balance being the "theme" of this blog)&lt;br /&gt;Reading  his mention that the "spiral energy, the links with the past and the future".  This I had to laugh about because I ran into a childhood friend... my first "boyfriend" that I played with and like very much.... and I was with my husband. My past and my present/future.  (life's funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Angeles Arrien, the spiral is about growth and change.  "It is the process of coming to the same point again and again, but at a different level, so that everything is seen in a new light."&lt;br /&gt;She says flexibility is a majoy requirement and this is the angel card that sits on my desk.&lt;br /&gt;"The spiral in art and the spiral metaphor used in mythological spinning and weaving stories are both symbols for the same universal process of growth. They each announce the desire for &lt;em&gt;diverse expression of creativity&lt;/em&gt;." (italics mine)&lt;br /&gt;We all have this natural desire to grow and evolve spiritually with "the relentless power of the creative spirit".  Our creative endeavors must be honored and respected.  We must listen to that inner creative urge to explore new avenues, go where the muse will take us.. Risk, stretch, grow.&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night that I was to travel to Mexico to take a class in clay and photography.&lt;br /&gt;I found a cheap flight from Westchester airport for only $150 and the flight was to take off at 1:50.  Not sure what the numbers mean (yet) but I pondered the whole process of the spiral and went into my art room to create a new mandala using the spiral.... of course :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-8935839147926163618?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/8935839147926163618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=8935839147926163618' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/8935839147926163618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/8935839147926163618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2008/09/spirals-in-nature.html' title='Spirals In Nature'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SM0xgCXBfwI/AAAAAAAAB2s/F9S9MgEvDp8/s72-c/IMG_9553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-3656178505331374562</id><published>2008-09-06T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T18:34:11.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gestation period -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SMMlauUYlQI/AAAAAAAAB1g/3YrW25W_sxI/s1600-h/IMG_6588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243075532229743874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SMMlauUYlQI/AAAAAAAAB1g/3YrW25W_sxI/s320/IMG_6588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Thank you for listening to the messages."&lt;br /&gt;This is what she said as we were leaving, after John bought me this beautiful bracelet called "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Butterfly&lt;/span&gt; Maiden".&lt;br /&gt;I always see messages, probably more so than the average person. Probably too much.&lt;br /&gt;Always looking for meaning to things, hidden meanings.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just cannot ignore them. It's the way of the Seeker.&lt;br /&gt;This summer was the summer of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;caterpillars&lt;/span&gt;. I saw them 3 different times, each time they crawled into the art tent.  I've worked there for 24 years (!!) and it was the first time I saw them.  They were big green ones which became filled with yellow hairs.&lt;br /&gt;We were browsing the tables, and we came upon this one table that was selling bracelets that were made with "intentions"... and the one she pulled for me, "Butterfly Maiden" pink and topaz crystals... I thought it very intuitive on her part. We chatted for a bit and told her about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;caterpillars&lt;/span&gt; and my astrological reading.&lt;br /&gt;Just before this, I had a reading where I was told I was in a "gestation period", a waiting period where it was better for me to wait, rather than "do" anything...... Saturn was sitting in my 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; house and would soon conjunct my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ascendant&lt;/span&gt;, but until that time, it was not a time of doing, but rather waiting.... and then I would "know" what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading "When the Heart Waits" by Sue Monk Kidd, which I bought awhile back and just picked it up yesterday.  She talks about waiting, the gestation period and the cocoon she found.&lt;br /&gt;The importance of waiting spiritually is often overlooked in our "fast-paced" society.&lt;br /&gt;Here it was again.  No accident in buying this book!  another message.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with waiting, but I'm curious as well... what does life have in store for me when I do break out of my cocoon... what will this transformation look like?&lt;br /&gt;There are things in my life that are working very well for me and I would be grateful for them to stay the same, but there are things that need to go.&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of what is not working to make room for that which is, and to be better able to focus on it more efficiently.&lt;br /&gt;I am painting again.&lt;br /&gt;This brought up a dream, reminded by the book actually, of the giant cocoon filled with many little cocoons that turned into butterflies. I was standing at the doorway of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;art room&lt;/span&gt; looking into my bedroom where this was happening.  I painted this, and put it away unfinished.&lt;br /&gt;Messages of transformation have been repeating themselves to me these past few months, maybe longer. &lt;br /&gt;I've just been having these feelings that something is on the verge, about to change, there is something more... something different... and I am wondering.. what?&lt;br /&gt;So I have gone back to painting, mostly to see what wants to show up. What is it that needs to be revealed.  (The magic of painting)&lt;br /&gt;Saturn in the 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; house of the unconscious will move into the 1st house. The house of me.&lt;br /&gt;Who is that?  What will my soul reveal to me, my purpose, my mission.  I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with being still, going within to discover what that is.  To get in touch with the "still voice within" and discover what kind of butterfly I actually am.&lt;br /&gt;I see it as a process, each time I "transform", I grow deeper into my spirituality and discover another deeper part of myself, the true Self that needs to be expressed.&lt;br /&gt;Shedding away the masks we put on for the public and allowing more and more of the Self to express itself.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing process really, but it calls for a lot of patience, doesn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-3656178505331374562?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/3656178505331374562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=3656178505331374562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/3656178505331374562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/3656178505331374562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2008/09/gestation-period.html' title='Gestation period -'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SMMlauUYlQI/AAAAAAAAB1g/3YrW25W_sxI/s72-c/IMG_6588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-6989022503966140152</id><published>2008-09-01T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T08:29:23.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chew on this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SLwKP-l8GDI/AAAAAAAAB0o/gE5NxbPNC1A/s1600-h/biten+fig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241075335968856114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SLwKP-l8GDI/AAAAAAAAB0o/gE5NxbPNC1A/s320/biten+fig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before leaving for vacation, my husband and I went to the &lt;a href="http://www.wainwright.org/"&gt;Wainwright house &lt;/a&gt;for a Healing Arts fair. We went to a few lectures and I had my astrological/tarot reading done (which calls for an entire new post).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last lecture we went to was given by Lorraine Gengo called "Discover your Essential Nature through Ayurveda".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always been confused about what my dosha was. Still am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;John is so clear cut, emphasis on Pitta, whereas I am all over the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So during my wonderful and relaxing vacation, I spent a good deal of time reading. One of the books called Prakriti: Your Ayurvedic Constitution by Dr. Robert E. Svoboda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was reading, one of those aha lightbulbs went off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It occured under the chapter Balance.... mmmm. . . just what this blog is about, me bringing myself into balance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all know how stress, or the reaction to stress, wreaks havoc on our immune system and allows dis-ease to enter our body. It seems that is the "answer" given nowadays by doctors... "it's stress" .. easy, lazy answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all have stress. Every time something new, some change, comes along, usually unexpected, it brings stress into our lives. We need to know how to deal with it. Our &lt;em&gt;natural reaction&lt;/em&gt; to it is determined by our constitution ( our dosha). We are capable of changing it, but first comes awareness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The three doshas are Vata, Pitta, Kapha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vata is the more unstable form, Pitta is more reactive, and Kapha is more inert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To use the example given by our lecturer, if stuck in an elevator, Vata would freak out pushing buttons and well, freak out. Pitta would pick up his cell phone and call for help. (Yes, John would do exactly that, because he would actually have his cell on him) and Kapha, would just stand by, "no worry, someone will help us" and that would be me because after all, I'm with John, Mr. Pitta who has the cell phone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aside from stress, it is written that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indigestion&lt;/strong&gt; is the base of all physical disease, the condition from which all other disease conditions arise. ... the inability to digest any physical, mental or emotional input, is the sole disease of living beings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disease starts in the mind as "an offense against wisdom" and then projected from the mind into the physical body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We KNOW eating the ice cream or cookie isn't good for us, but we eat it anyway... "an offense against wisdom". So, a clogged system is the punishment for this offense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to this ayurveda system, it is most important to be able to digest our foods, taking all the nutrients from it and eliminate the rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No burping, no discomfort after eating, and you have a nice poop with no problem :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the physical... but there is also the mental reaction, which again is not to have mental discomfort, you don't "burp" up any reactions, or have disturbing thoughts or dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now here comes my "aha" moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Don't bite off more than you can chew", words that I have heard my mother repeatedly tell me. Not so much with having to eat, but with work. And yes, guilty I am of this (but consciously working on it) and I have looked at this as a result of self-employment. I say yes to everything that comes my way, because what if it stops coming..... (fear based thinking).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has proved this to be untrue, showing me that "the universe provides" but I need reminding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy Shit! I realize here it is in the physical as well. I have been criticized for eating too fast, even being called a "hoover". The next bite most often goes in before I'm done chewing and have swallowed what is in my mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm "biting off more than I can chew" literally!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This leads into issues of holding on as well. I tend more to hold on to things "just in case I need them"... thoughts jotted down on paper, notebooks filled with ideas, magazine, books, old clothes that "might" be recycled into art projects. It's that "waste not, want not" mentality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conscious change occurs when one is aware. Once you become "enlightened" about a situation, then you can take the appropriate path towards recovery, sometimes or maybe often times, with the support of a friend to help you stay on the path.. to point out to you that you may need to "chew on something" for awhile. And this is what I am doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being more conscious of my eating physically to properly digest it all will help me "digest" all the mental stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new moon intentions are to eat more consciously. PUT THE FORK DOWN! while I am chewing. swallow. then I can take another bite... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If someone offers me a "job", chew on it before I answer. Do I really want to do it? or am I taking it on out of "fear of lack".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-6989022503966140152?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/6989022503966140152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=6989022503966140152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/6989022503966140152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/6989022503966140152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2008/09/chew-on-this.html' title='Chew on this!'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SLwKP-l8GDI/AAAAAAAAB0o/gE5NxbPNC1A/s72-c/biten+fig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-7807259027250809206</id><published>2008-08-28T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T07:50:38.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandala of Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SLa4_0OeUiI/AAAAAAAABzo/Jl-8IC3anPU/s1600-h/mandala+of+moments168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239578622982771234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SLa4_0OeUiI/AAAAAAAABzo/Jl-8IC3anPU/s320/mandala+of+moments168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Movement through time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Counting each second as we move around from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beginning to beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cycles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;return..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spiraling upwards through each cycle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spinning through space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moving through change &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;moment by moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;second by second&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no stopping.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During our stay in Phoenicia, each evening I did a mandala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No music as I usually listen to.  Only the sound of the river as we kept the windows open until it was too chilly.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was more aware of my thoughts and then not, back and forth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Sometimes,  I felt my mind to be so still, I wondered if there were any thoughts at all.  But then that was the thought that brought me back to "the voices in my head".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried often to watch these thoughts, to get in touch with the "witness", the One behind the thougthts, Me, the True Self... that One.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These mandalas were the catalyst to help me be there, in that space when the mind quiets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bliss :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each day, Each moment... make it count, embrace it for what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-7807259027250809206?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/7807259027250809206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=7807259027250809206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/7807259027250809206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/7807259027250809206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2008/08/mandala-of-moments.html' title='Mandala of Moments'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SLa4_0OeUiI/AAAAAAAABzo/Jl-8IC3anPU/s72-c/mandala+of+moments168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-3310729442709165793</id><published>2008-08-25T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T05:43:27.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SLKlJ8Kin-I/AAAAAAAABzY/FGpfEaugEV0/s1600-h/healing+by+water166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238430906773053410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SLKlJ8Kin-I/AAAAAAAABzY/FGpfEaugEV0/s320/healing+by+water166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a wonderful feeling when you find blessings in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As if the Universe just keeps pouring these gifts out to you, landing on your lap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An extreme feeling of gratefullness, unlike the everyday blessings I feel.  Rather, these open one's heart even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are the blessings one finds in the ordinary and the extra ordinary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seeing magic and mystery in all of nature, in every seed, in every drop of water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perfect weather. Sun. Breeze. Clear sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Healings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A week of this.  Following my bliss.  Being in nature, reading and creating at leisure. No time limits. No watch. No tv. No computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This mandala was a tribute to the healing waters of Pachamama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On arriving home, blessing continued with gifts from friends. This one (see right of blog) is from &lt;a href="http://www.mai-liis.com/"&gt;Mai-Liis&lt;/a&gt;, aka Chaska, and&lt;br /&gt;will soon pass it on to 5 more bloggers....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-3310729442709165793?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/3310729442709165793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=3310729442709165793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/3310729442709165793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/3310729442709165793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2008/08/gifts.html' title='Gifts'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SLKlJ8Kin-I/AAAAAAAABzY/FGpfEaugEV0/s72-c/healing+by+water166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-72876172495461855</id><published>2008-08-12T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T05:14:37.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Right Triangle Mandala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SKF28y278SI/AAAAAAAABxk/bAtQ4K_Wnq0/s1600-h/right+triangle+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233595028797649186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SKF28y278SI/AAAAAAAABxk/bAtQ4K_Wnq0/s320/right+triangle+card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During my "forced" cleaning frenzy (due to a leak) I came across some things that were tucked away deep within the recesses of other stuff... piles of stuff... layers and layers of papers and books and all the things I needed to save.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my journey through all of this, I came across Judith Cornell's Healing Mandala book, which I didn't even realize I was missing it. It became seperated from the rest of the kit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other kit that caught my eye is John Michael Greer's cards and book on Geometic Transformation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pulled a card. Right Triangle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I did a mandala using the right triangle. As I began, it triggered a dream I had about teaching an art class on perspective the night before. I thought that was kind of interesting........ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The card's meaning (divination reading) is Proportion. " A card of synthesis, pointing to a time when parts can be brought together to form a new oneness. Everything you see is a piece of the puzzle... what matters is how you put it together. The right triangle calls for you to sort out a wider range of factors; at the same time, it doesn't insist on equality."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What deserves my time... what are my priorities?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was thought-provoking as I was creating the mandala. As I drew lines, it sometimes created a triangle that wasn't a right triangle.. one side needs to be a right angle.. so I played around until I was satisfied I had created all right triangles (except the area near the circle).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I jumped back and forth between coloring it as a mirror of it's opposite side or to create it as a pattern around the design, alternating colors, which made me think of a pin wheel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I added patterns inside the colors.... I like it better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This seems to be more of an exercise in the left brain in the beginning. Problem solving. Attention to detail, logic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one point I felt smart. Only way I can explain it... like I could jump into doing some math after this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should do something like this before my taxes.. brain prep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This changed when I started adding color and patterns which was more free-flowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Balance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-72876172495461855?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/72876172495461855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=72876172495461855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/72876172495461855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/72876172495461855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2008/08/right-triangle-mandala.html' title='The Right Triangle Mandala'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SKF28y278SI/AAAAAAAABxk/bAtQ4K_Wnq0/s72-c/right+triangle+card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-938561800317558769</id><published>2008-08-09T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T17:51:05.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gathering stones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SJ44D5QIC1I/AAAAAAAABxM/WYboVFSVffg/s1600-h/finding+stones157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232681456610315090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SJ44D5QIC1I/AAAAAAAABxM/WYboVFSVffg/s320/finding+stones157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I collect rocks.&lt;br /&gt;We vacation in Phoenicia, NY on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Esopus&lt;/span&gt; river. Smooth round stones are everywhere. Each time, I come back with an armful in the trunk.  Instead of watching TV, I spend the evenings  painting on them. Mostly mandalas. &lt;br /&gt;Some of these stones were given as gifts or ended up in our pond at moms.  Other's are placed around our home, piles placed on the floor or window sills.&lt;br /&gt;Special ones were gathered from Lake Titicaca.&lt;br /&gt;Along with the river stones, are gem stones: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Amethyst, carnelian, turquoise, geodes placed strategically around as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I was surprised when the camp director pulled out three stones from her pocket the last day at camp.  She said she felt naked without them.. always carrying them.  One she had used to have words on it and were rubbed off with time. Worry stones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this comfort we get from holding stones?&lt;br /&gt;They are like the bones of the earth. solid. grounding. slow to change.&lt;br /&gt;One more week here and then we leave for the cabin there.&lt;br /&gt;I rest on rocks heated by the sun, allowing it's heat to penetrate my back as I lie down, with my feet dangling in the cool running water. Just being. soaking up the energy of the place. resting. rejuvenating.... and gathering stones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-938561800317558769?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/938561800317558769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=938561800317558769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/938561800317558769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/938561800317558769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2008/08/gathering-stones.html' title='gathering stones'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SJ44D5QIC1I/AAAAAAAABxM/WYboVFSVffg/s72-c/finding+stones157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-5038532215458527102</id><published>2008-08-05T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T17:46:44.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 moon cycles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SJjmzO-akuI/AAAAAAAABxE/vsKBW2qEpMs/s1600-h/12+moons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231184735058432738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SJjmzO-akuI/AAAAAAAABxE/vsKBW2qEpMs/s320/12+moons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Circle, equidistant cross and the square.&lt;br /&gt;***As I am sitting here beginning to write about this, the oddest(?) thing is occurring!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am watching a program on India and they are talking about mandalas... not only that but the image they showed is similar to the image ( the center part) here. .. and with the white center the same in the cross ... they say it is the most important part... representing "enlightenment"... &lt;br /&gt;... so cool.&lt;br /&gt;ok. now that THAT is over :-)&lt;br /&gt;back to my feelings about this~&lt;br /&gt;As I chose my first, third and fifth symbols to create this,  (check link below for explanation)&lt;br /&gt;I found my self resisting, hesitating... I think it was the square.. I kept looking at "perfection". &lt;br /&gt;I even looked for some stencils.  I did use them with part of this and then abandoned them.&lt;br /&gt;Square to me is "structure" and I tend to have a bit of a rebellious relationship with it.  It's more of a love/hate one.  I need it to a degree, especially to help me get started.. to keep deadlines, etc. but when it come to the act of creating, I need more freedom, so that is where resistance was coming in.  It wasn't as spontaneous as I have been with the previous mandalas.&lt;br /&gt;With the square, I was also feeling that it needed to be symmetrical.  (some &lt;em&gt;discipline&lt;/em&gt; involved?)&lt;br /&gt;As I moved along, I realized I was creating the Andean Cross which I have been attracted to since my first trip to Peru.  The image is in the yellow square, and is made with my three chosen symbols.&lt;br /&gt;I intensely observed my reactions to creating this, which is something I don't always do, at least not as much.  &lt;br /&gt;I began to like where it was going and my attitude was changing to one of  openness, excited and then settled into this feeling of being inspired ... until one point -  the moons and the background to them.  Unsure what to do, I waited... and then....&lt;br /&gt;...... the asymmetry comes in at last.  Because there were 12 circles, I thought of the 12 months, the phases of the moon and that's where I gravitated to.&lt;br /&gt;To me the square is grounding (foundation).  I see it as Earth, structure, rigidity, solid, stable and it is the number 5 choice of my preferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an interesting process that can be found on Sue's blog, &lt;a href="http://sacred-circle-mandalas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sacred Circle Mandalas&lt;/a&gt; where you can read about these symbols in depth and some very interesting info she gathered from &lt;a href="http://angelesarrien.com/"&gt;Angeles Arrien's &lt;/a&gt;book, Signs of Life.  Go check it out!&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to do another one..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-5038532215458527102?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/5038532215458527102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=5038532215458527102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/5038532215458527102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/5038532215458527102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2008/08/12-moon-cycles.html' title='12 moon cycles'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SJjmzO-akuI/AAAAAAAABxE/vsKBW2qEpMs/s72-c/12+moons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-6654063410152933046</id><published>2008-07-20T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T05:12:50.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SIMmDjmFiXI/AAAAAAAABwA/O4s5lQIacoE/s1600-h/healing+earth137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225061835216357746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SIMmDjmFiXI/AAAAAAAABwA/O4s5lQIacoE/s320/healing+earth137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After playing around with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;zendalas&lt;/span&gt; for awhile, I colored in this mandala that I had drawn a couple of days ago.  This was one of the times that I sat with an empty circle... waiting...&lt;br /&gt;No tracing (obviously)... next I drew the inner circle and then proceeded with the shapes around the circle... not knowing what they would be.&lt;br /&gt;Finally inside the inner circle, she appeared.  I think it is my desire to get in touch with nature. To feel the peacefulness, it's serenity, it's healing ability... just to have that feeling of being one with it.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a "harried" week. Mom had appointments... John had appointments and of course there is work... and it was (and still is) HOT!&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was spent at the medical center... spleen specialist and cat scans.&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, the place was freezing inside.  Blankets were placed around for the taking and I definitely needed one.... while outside it was hot as hell! (figure of speech here - don't really believe in hell) .......anyway.........&lt;br /&gt;There, I met Rose.  John went to get her a blanket as she sat freezing and John being John, started up chatting away, making her laugh. &lt;br /&gt;She was from Sicily, so we moved into the direction of travel and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;teased&lt;/span&gt; John about flying. (He won't fly, but that's another story)&lt;br /&gt;While John was inside getting scanned, I learned about Rose and was reminded "there is always someone worse off that you or your loved ones". &lt;br /&gt;She didn't even have a spleen, was waiting for a liver transplant and has lupus.  I learned about the effects of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ammonia&lt;/span&gt; on the liver and the brain.&lt;br /&gt;So, the cloud formations surrounding the inner circle, were intentions of healing the liver and spleen...&lt;br /&gt;John got one step closer towards more healing as the catheter was taken out on Friday. He is a very happy camper.&lt;br /&gt;Many healing thoughts go out to others today that need healing in what ever form, physically, mentally, emotionally.......&lt;br /&gt;May you feel the breeze on your skin and smell a flower and hopefully it's not too hot for ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-6654063410152933046?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/6654063410152933046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=6654063410152933046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/6654063410152933046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/6654063410152933046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2008/07/healing-earth.html' title='Healing Earth'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SIMmDjmFiXI/AAAAAAAABwA/O4s5lQIacoE/s72-c/healing+earth137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-2756996559864253919</id><published>2008-07-18T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T05:12:41.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SICE52K3_6I/AAAAAAAABvY/EIEgja3TDxg/s1600-h/Full+Moon+in+Capricorn134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224321697078312866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SICE52K3_6I/AAAAAAAABvY/EIEgja3TDxg/s320/Full+Moon+in+Capricorn134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Early this morning the full moon in Capricorn opposed the Sun in Cancer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reading from &lt;a href="http://www.mooncircles.com/"&gt;Moon Circles&lt;/a&gt;, I was inspired to do a moon mandala.  Kate, from MandalaOasis yahoo group, informed me it was called a Blessing Moon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes.  Now I see the blessings being poured down upon the Earth, poured down upon me.  I went to sleep with the moon shining in my window and thought... just briefly.. of all my blessings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I quickly was out... sound asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This moon in Capricorn, an earth sign, along with the sun in Cancer, a water sign.. together form mud or clay, that which creates forms, vessels.  I am an Aquarian, the water barer, with a mission to help carry these blessings, share them with the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we focus on our blessings, uplifting us with positive and grateful energy, we are then renewed and able to  bring these blessings to others... pay them forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We cannot give to others if our well is dry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Therefore, we must allow the time for ourselves to replenish the well, filling ourselves up with sacred time.  Time to explore our soul, healing wounds, forgiving ourselves and others, being compassionate with ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is time for self-nurturing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May you be well blessed during this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Namaste'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-2756996559864253919?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/2756996559864253919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=2756996559864253919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/2756996559864253919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/2756996559864253919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2008/07/blessing-moon.html' title='Blessing Moon'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SICE52K3_6I/AAAAAAAABvY/EIEgja3TDxg/s72-c/Full+Moon+in+Capricorn134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-4374536402859300569</id><published>2008-07-12T08:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T08:47:10.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtle Medicine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SHjOzuUykqI/AAAAAAAABtw/C9GNDxYpd08/s1600-h/Turtle+medicine132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222151155939971746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SHjOzuUykqI/AAAAAAAABtw/C9GNDxYpd08/s320/Turtle+medicine132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I read something on line and this image of turtle with hearts or the thought of hearts as a doorway brought up this idea... so with sketchbook in hand, sitting in the waiting room at the doctors office, I began to draw... This morning as I colored it in, I kept thinking of Turtle Medicine.&lt;br /&gt;For me, home is important... it is my sanctuary. I need a peaceful environment to regenerate, to regroup, and of course to create. Our home is art and filled with love... two of us coming home to one another... sitting together and coloring.&lt;br /&gt;I found this as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Turtle&lt;br /&gt;The turtle is a creature of the water. Because of its great age and its slow metabolism the turtle is associated with longevity. Turtle medicine can teach new perceptions about time and our relationship to it. It can also help us grow old gracefully and in harmony with our environment. When the pace of life becomes too hectic the turtle shows us how to slow down and go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;Turtles have amazing survival skills and strategies. They sense vibrations in the water through their skin and shell. Turtle totems hold the mystery of awakening the senses on both the physical and spiritual levels and can stimulate clairaudience.&lt;br /&gt;Turtles carry their homes on their back. The shell is actually the backbone and ribs of the turtle and serves as home and shelter for it. Those with this medicine should remember not to acquire more possessions then they actually need. The burden of responsibility can become a heavy weight for you to carry.&lt;br /&gt;When turtle is flipped on its back it uses its strong neck to right itself. This can be a reminder to use your own head and inner knowledge to right yourself when your world gets topsy-turvy.&lt;br /&gt;All turtles must come ashore to lay their eggs and they are usually buried. When the eggs hatch they make their way to the water. The link between water and land especially for the purpose of reproduction has great significance.&lt;br /&gt;When turtle shows up in your life, it is time to get connected to your most primal essence. Go within your shell and come out when your ideas are ready to be expressed. The turtle cannot separate itself from its shell and we cannot separate ourselves from what we do to the earth. The way to heaven is through the earth and both are interconnected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and then I found this as well, and found some of this to fit as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The Tortoise&lt;br /&gt;The tortoise is a land bound creature and is exclusively terrestrial. In myth and folklore the tortoise represents determination and longevity. Tortoises have high domed shells and heavy elephant like hind legs. The weight of its shell keeps it from moving too fast. The heaviness of its hind legs gives it the strength to carry heavy loads. Those with this totem often carry the loads of others as well as the burdens of self. They make good therapists but must be careful not to take on the problems of other people.&lt;br /&gt;One of the most ancient and adaptable creatures, the tortoise holds the energy of patience and perseverance. They are very sensitive to the environment in which they live and have a strong psychic connection to mother earth. Extreme changes in climatic conditions can affect their overall disposition. Tortoise medicine people need a stable environment for their overall well being. Without this stability they are prone to mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;The tortoise feels vibrations within the earth and reacts strongly to them. By observing the tortoise's behavior we are forewarned of any imbalances within the earth's core before an actual change occurs. This helps us prepare for geophysical changes in a balanced way.&lt;br /&gt;The tortoise is self-reliant and self determined. Its ability to survive for as long as it has is partly due to its talent to stay focused. When this medicine is fully developed within us we use these gifts efficiently. If this medicine is underdeveloped staying centered in spite of the constant distractions that appear in our day-to-day life will be our greatest challenge.&lt;br /&gt;Tortoises are vegetarians and are very terrestrial. Those with this totem can benefit from a similar diet and often place a great deal of importance on a stable home environment. The tortoise carries their home on their backs and reminds us that although stability in our life is important true stability lies within ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Moving slowly through life the tortoise observes and processes everything efficiently. This movement compliments its inner wisdom. When the tortoise shuffles into your life it is ready to share that wisdom with you. All you need to do is slow down, pay attention and begin to move with patient persistence. In this way longevity, inner strength and a harmonious lifestyle are attained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-4374536402859300569?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/4374536402859300569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=4374536402859300569' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/4374536402859300569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/4374536402859300569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2008/07/turtle-medicine.html' title='Turtle Medicine'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SHjOzuUykqI/AAAAAAAABtw/C9GNDxYpd08/s72-c/Turtle+medicine132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-8955271547930603096</id><published>2008-07-08T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T04:58:09.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SHNSeD3WGxI/AAAAAAAABtQ/PonoM5TfhUQ/s1600-h/+passion+flower126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220607069439531794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SHNSeD3WGxI/AAAAAAAABtQ/PonoM5TfhUQ/s320/+passion+flower126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This morning I read from &lt;a href="http://clicks.robertgenn.com/religious-journeys.php"&gt;The Painter's Keys&lt;/a&gt; something he wrote and keeps around, a reminder, a prayer of sorts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The world's engagement of beauty is my bible, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Art is my religion. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I come to it as a child.  I add all the grown wisdom I can gather.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creativity is my salvation.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My easel is the altar.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My paints are the sacraments.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My brush is my soul's movement,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and to do poorly, or not to work, is a sin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For many years, this is how I have felt.. the beauty of nature was my church.  I stopped going to a conventional church because I came away feeling worse than when I went in.  I would rather have my time spent with "God" or this Creative Universal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Intelligence&lt;/span&gt;.. This Ultimate Divine Being alone doing art... Art.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Art is my salvation, the path I use to find that quiet, still voice within... to keep me in touch with the Divine Self and when I don't do any art for awhile, I feel it.  I feel the difference in my moods... becoming cranky, irritable.. and when we are not full of Joy, that's what sin is... against Joy and Love is not being with the Divine.. &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; idea of sin.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Art is my passion, and wherein lies passion, lies the connection to the Divine Self... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Follow your bliss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-8955271547930603096?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/8955271547930603096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=8955271547930603096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/8955271547930603096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/8955271547930603096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2008/07/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SHNSeD3WGxI/AAAAAAAABtQ/PonoM5TfhUQ/s72-c/+passion+flower126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-6789064667908456963</id><published>2008-07-03T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T17:22:50.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SG1plVejRuI/AAAAAAAABq0/LoUFKc3z6Lw/s1600-h/IMG_5435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218943633333634786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SG1plVejRuI/AAAAAAAABq0/LoUFKc3z6Lw/s200/IMG_5435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decisions.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes easily made and sometimes not.&lt;br /&gt;I've had my challenges in making the best one.. but the fact is we have them.&lt;br /&gt;We have the freedom to choose.&lt;br /&gt;We ALWAYS have the freedom to choose how we react.. the path we take, where we want to go in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We may feel at times, that these decisions are made for us, or forced upon us, but ultimately, it is always our choice.&lt;br /&gt;We are always free to choose.&lt;br /&gt;I watched this video &lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/chris_jordan_pictures_some_shocking_stats.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and it made me think how we have become so apathetic about some things, thinking we have no choice... but we do.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's amazing how much we consume... and waste.&lt;br /&gt;We have a choice in buying goods. We are the ones with the power as a consumer.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm guilty with this type of thinking.... that I'm at the mercy of the "establishment"... but most often, I'd rather dig up something in my closet than buy something that "they" believe and try to make me believe that I will be prettier, sexier, healthier, smarter... or whatever... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have so much in this country! and we take it for granted as if it will always be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I became much more aware of this while visiting Peru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everywhere we went, only a quarter of a napkin was given - paper was not dispensed so freely as it is here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I don't like what you are offering, I will go somewhere else. But why not let them know...&lt;br /&gt;why not voice your opinion more often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tend to think, my little voice doesn't matter, but if enough people spoke up or decided to lead by example (bring your own cup to work, use cloth napkins) then maybe others would follow suit.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was annoyed with the packaging of  a kit I had ordered for camp. Each piece was individually wrapped in plastic. Not only did it take forever to hand these things out , but I ended up with a bag of plastic bags!!!!&lt;br /&gt;We're lucky to live in a country where we can speak up and do have the freedom to choose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's not ever give that away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-6789064667908456963?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/6789064667908456963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=6789064667908456963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/6789064667908456963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/6789064667908456963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2008/07/decisions.html' title=''/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SG1plVejRuI/AAAAAAAABq0/LoUFKc3z6Lw/s72-c/IMG_5435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-1535671003352300844</id><published>2008-07-02T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:46:23.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Permission to Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SGwgUEQAnMI/AAAAAAAABp8/9wKQw9j37k0/s1600-h/IMG_9105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218581597325925570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SGwgUEQAnMI/AAAAAAAABp8/9wKQw9j37k0/s200/IMG_9105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SGwgUnUhXzI/AAAAAAAABqE/RJ_nqnRsWu4/s1600-h/IMG_9102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218581606740090674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SGwgUnUhXzI/AAAAAAAABqE/RJ_nqnRsWu4/s200/IMG_9102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I watched as some other counselors, old and young, gave themselves permission to play. They sat with the kids and enjoyed the simple pleasure of coloring and creating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started with the older groups and found the project to be a bit challenging and frustrating. No fun if I have to put it together for them and it keeps falling apart.... so I did what I do best... I created a new project with the parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much better.... and more playful :-)  We made wishing stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only that, but the counselors wanted to sit and color and it was so nice to see them get excited about their own creativity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer should be about play and I'm thinking this is the theme of this summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My message - to allow and play and not take it all so seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to share that as well... to encourage others to play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard things today like, "I wish I were young again"...  to which I replied, "You can create anytime you wish.. you should always allow yourself some "art time".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another older counselor said, "I'm going to treat myself" and sat down and created as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all made some magic today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make a wish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-1535671003352300844?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/1535671003352300844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=1535671003352300844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/1535671003352300844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/1535671003352300844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2008/07/permission-to-play.html' title='Permission to Play'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SGwgUEQAnMI/AAAAAAAABp8/9wKQw9j37k0/s72-c/IMG_9105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-4623009760226778008</id><published>2008-07-01T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:03:31.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons from Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SGrh4khqkiI/AAAAAAAABp0/PYEJbZ1Aplo/s1600-h/IMG_9082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218231480255943202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SGrh4khqkiI/AAAAAAAABp0/PYEJbZ1Aplo/s200/IMG_9082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Setting an intention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I needed to change my mindset about camp and I did. The first two days were fun, laid back and playful. I didn't get to camp before hand like I usually do to put stuff away and have it somewhat organized. This stressed me out a bit....... but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I figured I could at least find the markers and paper, so I had the kids create mandalas - first the girls and today it was with the boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was surprised at how intently some groups were listening as I explained mandalas as sacred circles, magical, mystery circles... some of the groups I told them to think of something they wished for as the colored them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was great watching them and for the two days, I sat and colored a little bit with each group. It opened up some great discussions. Sometimes I am in awe of how smart these kids are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of class, we displayed them and I took pictures of them while they worked (process) and the completed ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, at the end of the day while most of the kids were in the pool, I went to the center of the basketball court and starting creating a mandala with colored chalk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Awesome!" I heard... "She's making a flower"... a few girls came over to check out what I was doing. .. and I handed them the chalk for them to add to it. More and more joined in and it was so great watching them and their counselors getting into it and having fun while I took some pictures. (other blog)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had decided I would have a more playful attitude with this and that is just what I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coincidentally, this was in my mailbox from the daily om astrology:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When you let yourself play, you stimulate your creativity and your imagination. In our busy world, it’s easy to deny ourselves the joy of play because we have so many tasks and responsibilities competing for our attention. Allowing yourself to think like a child and be playful can help you find ways to make work fun. Fulfilling your duties can feel delightful and chores can become tasks to be completed in creative ways. Because you are focused on play, you may find yourself making time to be playful. Reconnecting with your sense of play can help you rediscover your child’s-eye view of a world that is full of wonder. When you give your inner child freedom the freedom to play today, you will find that your playful attitude adds a note of fun to your endeavors."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids are a blessing in my life. It's good to give yourself time to play, but when you are surrounded by children, playing with them, then you truly learn or &lt;em&gt;relearn&lt;/em&gt; what play is about. Being spontaneous, reconnecting to a different way of seeing things, that sense of wonder children have, a fresh and new perspective.... these are what I return to when I engage with them... they stimulate my creativity... my imagination. We explore together and discover things I may not have discovered on my own with my "adult" vision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. They are true blessings in my life and I'm grateful to reminded of it over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-4623009760226778008?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/4623009760226778008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=4623009760226778008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/4623009760226778008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/4623009760226778008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2008/07/lessons-from-play.html' title='Lessons from Play'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SGrh4khqkiI/AAAAAAAABp0/PYEJbZ1Aplo/s72-c/IMG_9082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-4593398618454275966</id><published>2008-06-30T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T04:36:56.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it go.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SGjEwQhM1sI/AAAAAAAABnA/WgFLZhQTv_s/s1600-h/IMG_5260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217636501655705282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SGjEwQhM1sI/AAAAAAAABnA/WgFLZhQTv_s/s320/IMG_5260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon awakening (no, not that &lt;em&gt;Awakening&lt;/em&gt;:-), I sat drinking my coffee, pondering my behaviour... so, here I am pouty, feeling as I am regressing to a childish behaviour and I ask my husband, "Do you love me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"ABSOLUTELY!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do you love me even when I'm grumpy and irritiable?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't sleep, but when I did I had crazy dreams. One being that I went to a fortune teller who said she wishes she could open up a Cat Cleaner's.... I have a friend from Texas who would move here if you did, I told her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bottom line is - it's not really just the tooth - it's that I have to work on someone else's time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For 6 weeks, time for myself is lessened. I work &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;outside&lt;/span&gt; at a camp teaching art and I don't like the heat and humidity. I leave by 8:15...(ugh) and during the year, it's more like "whenever".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do like kids. Love 'em. But this is pretty much 20 classes a week as opposed to 5 or sometimes 6. When I have a painting job, I can call it a day when I want to. I am my own boss :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So....using the wise words of Abraham, better to focus on what I DO want:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having fun, chilling out and creating with the kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a good pay check :-) and it goes by fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reward is a week in the mountains and then onto the ocean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, lighten up Dor, and fly...............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-4593398618454275966?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/4593398618454275966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=4593398618454275966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/4593398618454275966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/4593398618454275966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-it-go.html' title='Let it go.........'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SGjEwQhM1sI/AAAAAAAABnA/WgFLZhQTv_s/s72-c/IMG_5260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-1957121251288929856</id><published>2008-06-29T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T17:04:30.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light my path</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SGgd0K-ZxJI/AAAAAAAABm4/W5JRiAZ0wMI/s1600-h/light+my+path120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217452950445212818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SGgd0K-ZxJI/AAAAAAAABm4/W5JRiAZ0wMI/s320/light+my+path120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish my path - the one I should take - would be well lit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is just what I wish, but what the truth is, no matter what path I do take... it is the path I should take.  No matter what path we take, it is there to teach us something.  We learn, no matter what.  Maybe one path is harder and the lesson is tougher, and other times when we can skip down that path, feeling the lightness of our being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, my path feels heavy. Clouded.  I'm very cranky with a toothache.  There are these "should-haves" running across my mind, and although they will make my life easier for tomorrow, today I just wanted to have some time for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Done. No going back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, I chose "grumpy".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow is another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-1957121251288929856?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/1957121251288929856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=1957121251288929856' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/1957121251288929856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/1957121251288929856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2008/06/light-my-path.html' title='Light my path'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SGgd0K-ZxJI/AAAAAAAABm4/W5JRiAZ0wMI/s72-c/light+my+path120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-5356682319680235420</id><published>2008-06-18T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T07:47:17.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yantra for the Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SFka395uoPI/AAAAAAAABjc/IzSnFW5yvbE/s1600-h/b_moon_nourishment.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213227592469881074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SFka395uoPI/AAAAAAAABjc/IzSnFW5yvbE/s320/b_moon_nourishment.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt; Moon Nourishment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A great article in Yoga Journal talks about these Yantras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Similar to Mandalas, both seen as sacred and helping one to turn inward and used for healing. According to the article, the practice originates from the use of mantra (sound vibrations) and yantra (visual depictions of the sound vibrations)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The article, which is worth reading, is in the Aug. 08 issue, called Drawn Inward by Sarah Tomlinson, page 71.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;For me, mandalas or yantras... as long as they bring me into that state of centeredness, peace and being in the moment... doesn't matter much what they are called or how it is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Although, what I did find interesting in the article was the approach to them. Starting at the top, working clockwise around and towards the center, brings you out of the chattered mind (external world) and into the calm place within. Oh yeah, to live there... to be able to make clear decisons, to be so focused and calm as not to be rattled by someone's &lt;em&gt;opinion.&lt;/em&gt; Yeah, that's where I'd like to live. And how does one get there?...... practice, Doreen, practice and patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;If you go to&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yogajournal.com/yantras"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;www.yogajournal.com/yantras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt; you should come to a page with 5 yantras that you can print out and color... thank you YJ :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-5356682319680235420?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/5356682319680235420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=5356682319680235420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/5356682319680235420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/5356682319680235420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2008/06/yantra-for-moon.html' title='Yantra for the Moon'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SFka395uoPI/AAAAAAAABjc/IzSnFW5yvbE/s72-c/b_moon_nourishment.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-8163998975945554853</id><published>2008-06-15T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T13:21:58.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Centering in the Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SFV0abFXNEI/AAAAAAAABis/7sw1wUTSX9Y/s1600-h/what+calms+me110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212200141046887490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SFV0abFXNEI/AAAAAAAABis/7sw1wUTSX9Y/s320/what+calms+me110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; I am in mandala mode. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm also reading and focusing on the chakras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Asked the question, "What calms me?" This came to mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Being still. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;To be still in the chaos that surrounds us, what a wonderful gift that would be... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and what brings us there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The mind will follow the breath... then the body will follow the mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;As we breathe in deep full breaths, our minds will quiet, become calmer and our body will relax. We become calm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It is such a powerful tool. We carry it with us everywhere we go.. we just need to bring our awareness to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Every deep and wonderous, divine breath, I am grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-8163998975945554853?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/8163998975945554853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=8163998975945554853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/8163998975945554853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/8163998975945554853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2008/06/centering-in-storm.html' title='Centering in the Storm'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SFV0abFXNEI/AAAAAAAABis/7sw1wUTSX9Y/s72-c/what+calms+me110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-562366474333441884</id><published>2008-06-08T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T08:57:08.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Digging Deep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SEv8FwqIKzI/AAAAAAAABhU/gmS39O1tIGw/s1600-h/Root+Mandala+home104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209534569875254066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SEv8FwqIKzI/AAAAAAAABhU/gmS39O1tIGw/s320/Root+Mandala+home104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ROOT CHAKRA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Reading up on the root chakra, I was inspired by a passage about Earth as Home. Mother Earth - Pachamama... my mother. my home. my roots......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Friday I watched Danielle Bain, Medicine Woman, and how she had come to the realization after traveling for I think 6 months, that she needed to go back home to study the medicine of her people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Traveling is good for the soul. We learn how similar we are even with our differences.  We are all brothers and sisters on this planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;But it is always good to come home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;In the first chakra, it is  where Spirit is grounded in the material world.  We manifest our creativity in a physical form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;It is here where we must get out of our head and into our body.  Connecting to Mother Earth provides a healing source.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;We master the fundamentals of survival here by grounding our spirit into our body.  We ground our energy in some form of expression, discharging an accumulaton of emotional energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Consciously breathing and moving our body, connecting to our inner core, bringing awareness to the body  and puts us in touch with our feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Move consciously upon the Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Be aware of the ground beneath your feet.  Walking meditation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Tell the truth about what you feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"I am a child of the Universe and I am taken care of."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"I honor my body by nurturing it with healthy food, exercise, and loving thoughts"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Mother Earth blesses me with Abundance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I take responsibility for myself.  I honor all my needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I am in touch with the Mother within and it's healing source.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Good yoga postures to help be grounded:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Lying on your back. Knees bent and allowing the whole spine to release onto the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Tree Pose ~  Mountain Pose  ~  Child Pose  ~Cobra ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Color Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Square Shape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Blessing the Earth and being grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-562366474333441884?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/562366474333441884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=562366474333441884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/562366474333441884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/562366474333441884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2008/06/digging-deep.html' title='Digging Deep'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SEv8FwqIKzI/AAAAAAAABhU/gmS39O1tIGw/s72-c/Root+Mandala+home104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-8762089038882663379</id><published>2008-06-05T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T19:41:34.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rooted - begin with a strong foundation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SEieon0aDDI/AAAAAAAABf8/DdVoXGHPDaE/s1600-h/IMG_4629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208587389774728242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SEieon0aDDI/AAAAAAAABf8/DdVoXGHPDaE/s320/IMG_4629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I began this blog at the new moon in Gemini. Sun and Moon joined together in my 10th house. The 10th house is the career. Gemini, the twins, a sign of duality, multi-tasking, represents the lungs, arms, hands (for self-expression) A sign that represents communication... and I started a blog :-) This also explains why I usually have two or more jobs going at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only that, I joined another yahoo group - a mandala group. I started back up with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.creativeeveryday.com/creativeeveryday/"&gt;Creative Everyday &lt;/a&gt;and started to reread &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_b?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&amp;amp;field-keywords=Susan+J.+wright&amp;amp;x=18&amp;amp;y=22"&gt;Susan's book&lt;/a&gt;, The Chakras in Shamanic Practice by Susan J. Wright. Susan is my yoga teacher and who I trained with for my certification. I'm reading Shaman, Healer, Sage by Alberto Villoldo and just so happen to be reading chapters on the chakras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, I decided I would sit for awhile and create a mandala. I thought of starting with the root chakra - that was my intention. As with any art, the creative process flows where it needs to go and I allowed whatever wanted to come up... messages of movement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A message that has been repeating itself lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. I need to move. Walk. Do some yoga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get in touch with the body and out of my head... so really, this mandala did have something to do with the first chakra. Placing your feet on the ground and move. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muladhara is the Sanskrit name of the first chakra, meaning foundation. I decided it is best to start with a strong foundation to build upon. Our roots. It is where we begin to trust. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is also here we connect to Mother Earth, Pachamama. What draws me to the South American cultures, Peru in particular, is the deep respect they have for Mother Earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She provides everything for us... food, shelter, gravity and heals us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking, whether in sacred places like Machu Picchu or nearby wooded areas, provides us this opportunity to connect with her abundance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Connecting with the earth helps us to connect with our own body. Walking and yoga are the two ways I use to help ground myself. These are the tools I use to ground me, bring me back to humbleness, to help me trust that I am provided for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-8762089038882663379?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/8762089038882663379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=8762089038882663379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/8762089038882663379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/8762089038882663379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2008/06/rooted-begin-with-strong-foundation.html' title='Rooted - begin with a strong foundation'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SEieon0aDDI/AAAAAAAABf8/DdVoXGHPDaE/s72-c/IMG_4629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765766940159827738.post-8420253605317081667</id><published>2008-06-04T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T06:26:58.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It began with a walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SEaX9bat9mI/AAAAAAAABfc/gftG8Rm-rpI/s1600-h/IMG_8433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208017100688193122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SEaX9bat9mI/AAAAAAAABfc/gftG8Rm-rpI/s320/IMG_8433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided to get back into a daily or almost daily walk. Even if it's just around the block, I need to get the body moving. One reason is because I've gained some weight and the other is because it helps me to think better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While in Peru (see other blog for pictures), my husband went into the hospital. Prostate was enlarged.. but it was more complicated than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rethinking diet. Rethinking how we live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when you live with someone you care about and love to pieces, you share and help and grow together - challenges included.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband goes to extremes with many things. I see this in myself as well and he will point it out how much I do it with working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus work and play need to be brought into balance.... among other things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During my walk, my mind returned repeatedly to this idea of balance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I want to fly. I want to do it all, reach for the stars, visit other lands, try new things, go wild with abandonment on a canvas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earth calls me. I need to be in the woods, surrounded by trees, plants, flowers, birds... otherwise I can get too flighty, too scattered. I need to be grounded to get things done. Practical stuff like putting things away before I am buried in clutter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you do to bring yourself back into balance? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765766940159827738-8420253605317081667?l=rootedtofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/feeds/8420253605317081667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765766940159827738&amp;postID=8420253605317081667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/8420253605317081667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765766940159827738/posts/default/8420253605317081667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootedtofly.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-began-with-walk.html' title='It began with a walk'/><author><name>Doe Grozs Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986707158689837224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SUf7h4izhgI/AAAAAAAACso/nW4yIo15bZY/S220/IMG_8433.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Kt5OrXlm6ss/SEaX9bat9mI/AAAAAAAABfc/gftG8Rm-rpI/s72-c/IMG_8433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
