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Thursday, January 9, 2014

Speak To Us Of Children

Babe in Purple George Koruth© 2011 George Koruth
"And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said,
'Speak to us of Children.'
And he said:
'Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable."
~From "The Prophet"By Kahlil Gibran
Mary and Clark
May The Welcome Love of Your Newly Arriving Child
be a Rich and Constant Blessing to You.

Kate Rusby : Who Will Sing Me Lullabies?

About The Photographer
George Koruth
George Koruth is a Travel and Documentary photographer based in India. His collection captures India's rich culture and traditions. One of his specialties is street photography. Be it a smiling child or a wrinkled old woman, you will find a unique collection of faces here. He also loves to showcase social issues and hopes his photographs can give a voice to those people who don't have any say in this world. George has done work for international magazines and websites and has been featured in Indian magazines.
You may find more of his wonderful work  at :
The  copyrighted images above were posted with the Photographer’s permission. All Rights Are Reserved. Thank you.

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Burning the Old Year

2-bittersweet©2014Bittersweet” by Ursula I. Abresch posted with kind permission
 Burning the Old Year
Letters swallow themselves in seconds.  
Notes friends tied to the doorknob,  
transparent scarlet paper,
sizzle like moth wings,
marry the air.
So much of any year is flammable,  
lists of vegetables, partial poems.  
Orange swirling flame of days,  
so little is a stone.
Where there was something and suddenly isn’t,  
an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space.  
I begin again with the smallest numbers.
Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,  
only the things I didn’t do  
crackle after the blazing dies.
“New Year’s Day is Every Man’s Birthday.” ~Charles Lamb.
New Year’s Buddhist Metta Prayer
May you  be well, happy and safe.
May you be free from suffering and at ease with pain.
May you live in peace and harmony with all beings.
May you accept with understanding and wisdom the events in your life and world.May you forgive others and yourself for the inevitable harms we cause each other.
May you experience and manifest loving kindness, compassion, joy and equanimity
Peace and Light in 2013

About The Photographer: Ursula I. Abresch
Ursula is a photographer in the West Kootenays, in beautiful British Columbia, Canada. She was born in Argentina, raised in both Argentina and Chile. She moved to the USA to attend university, and eventually moved permanently to Canada. Ursula is married. She and her husband have five children. She has a degree in Education with a concentration in Art and History. She now dedicates most of her time to photography. (information taken from her website directly).

Monday, December 30, 2013

Birthday Post: Into the Cutting Edge of the Sky

Black-shadows-a24188299Black Shadows   ©2013 milan malovrh
Should I dream you afraid so that
you are forced to save yourself?
Or should you ride colored horses
into the cutting edge of the sky
to know that we're alive --
we are alive.
~Joy Harjo, SoulTalk Song Language.
Special thanks to Milan Malovrh for his beautiful work for this repost on my birthday ~ Dec. 30, 2013

Alone © 2013 Milan Malovrh

Into the New Year
She rode on a Shadow Horse
Thinking She Might Fly.
~Noelle Renee

About the Photographer:
Milan Malovrh hails from Trzic, Slovenia. Photography is his primary hobby for which he has a deep passion. He loves Lippizaner horses! You will find more of his heavenly works and many images of these beautiful White Angels on You may also visit his homepage on

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Nativity ~ Gertrude Kasebier (redux)

(c) 1901 Gertrude Kasebier~Newport, Rhode Island, 1901. "The Manger."

Suckling our little God, she experiences intimacy with the Heart of Heaven; Soul searching in silence, she knows woman’s limitless love for her own flesh.  Heart severed in sorrow, she comprehends the reach of the human spirit to accept the sudden and startling embrace of that which God chose to become.
~Noelle Clearwater c. 1996 revised 2012
Excerpt from  my poem “The Visit”

Have A Blessed  Christmas full of love and Good Will and A Peaceful New Year.
~Noelle Renee

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Morning Fiddler ~ Haiku My Heart

photo (3) Gigi ©2011Glenn Capers (published with kind permission, all rights reserved)
From the Photographer in his own words: Early morning in the gray mist of Lima Peru I was having my first coffee and wondering if the strength of it would ruin the day. In the silence I heard singing strings echoing down the weathered concrete walls. Pushing the coffee aside, I found the blind fiddler with his child sleeping against his side. I didn't know he was blind until I moved in quietly and paid attention to the empty plastic container between his legs. In the rush of seeing this dedicated man playing for his living in my view finder, I shook. I silently shot two frames, placed a ten dollar bill in his cup, slipped off into the mist and gave him blessing as I left. I never went back to my coffee. I wanted to taste life and fill my lungs with air from the Andes. ~Glenn Capers

The heart’s melody
played with Hope’s agile bow strings
in a minor key.
~Noelle Renee

In Memory of Joe Spado
May 10, 1949 b.
December 2, 2013 d.

Dedicated to the memory of My Dear Friend Joe Spado, whose presence on this earth I shall miss like the soft welcoming rain at the beginning of every glorious, green Spring.

I wrote this same post for Joe originally in December of 2011 when he was in the hospital with a troubled heart. It was filled with links to "heart-healing" areas for him to explore on the web, places that wouldn't raise his blood pressure but would instead calm his nerves and soothe his mind. The music in the video below is a good example of such a place. I remember that he was very appreciative of the post. I am not certain that he told me personally himself in a phone call. I think that he was too overwhelmed with illness and emotion at the time, but he told me later on this post and let me know how much it meant to him. I reread his words on this post today, so sincere and "heartfelt".  It was an honor to know you, Joe. You were a brave warrior and I feel your spirit, still. I loved the way you always cared for the people too. 
Peace and Love Joe as always,

Linked to Rebecca’s blog at Recuerda mi Corazon.
Violin Portrait, Cinematography project Based on Boys Before Flowers/ Strange Sun

Joe's Sacred Fire

From an email on Sacred Fires sent to me by Joe on 3/27/11:

I have been attending Sundance for many years. I wrote about the experience a few years ago. It is a long story. But I want to ask you if you would read it. I want you to know what I have seen and been taught.
There is a section in this narrative that tells of one night in particular when I was chosen as the Fire Keeper for the Sacred Sundance Fire. I never published this story. It is more of a journal and I hope that my Grandchildren will read it to their Grandchildren long after I'm gone. May I send it?
The Ojibwe say Iskoday. The word means Fire in the Anishanabe language. It sounds more like the people are calling the Fire Keeper Shwabay, or Firefly. Iskoday is asked to spread tobacco in four directions over the fire as prayers are being said or sang in the Sweat Lodge.
You've created a wonderful morning here for me. My spirit is soaring as the morning begins.
Peace to you and all you hold dear,

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

The Adoration of the Magi

Elliot Ewritt Elliot Erwitt, Mother and Child
The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.
--O’Henry “Gift of the Magi (Excerpt).
Elliot Ewritt’s photo evokes the deep love and adoration of a mother for her child; it also evokes the love of family and each member's happiness in the poorest of circumstances, hence -- love, as the gift, is the story of The Magi. It  reminded me for that reason of O’Henry’s wonderful story about a couple who are deeply in love, desperately poor, living in a tiny flat but willing to sell their most precious possessions to buy one another a Christmas present. It is one of my favorite stories of all time. I am dedicating this post today to a father, a grandfather and a family man, who gave all the love that he had to ensure that his wife and children were happy and wanted for nothing. He did not live a life free from struggle or pain, but his sorrows honored him with a deeply generous heart and a magnanimous spirit that touched the lives of all who knew him or read what he wrote in his blog Round Circle. Joe Spado was my friend and he was an inspiration to me in many heart-opening ways. I loved him and I will miss his humor, his wit, his warmth and his depth. Thank you Joe, for the gift of your life to all of us and especially for your kindness to me. Peace.
federico Barocci 1528-1612
Adoration of the Magi ~ Chalk Sketch

Since we are heartfully engaged in the Christmas season, the season of Advent, and the celebration of the Madonna, I found the first photograph and thought it bore an uncanny resemblance to the ancient scene. Such are the workings of the collective unconscious.   This second photo is an ancient chalk drawing from the 16th century, which despite its years and pale color, I found quite warm and inviting.  Mary looks tenderly at the infant in her lap and one of the Magi almost appears to be kissing the feet of the infant. Such singular devotion refreshes the heart and the soul. At Christmastide, be refreshed and loved. I pray this for Joe as well. He is certainly deserving of it! Blessings!

The following is a video by Sungha Jung playing Jesu Joy of Man’s Desiring, arranged by Windham Hill. He is only a child of 9 in this video. You may adore his fine performance. Enjoy the music Joe!

(This is a repost of August 2010 but there were few comments and perhaps it was because it was the wrong season. Some of them were lost too, but that is a different story. I still love it and so I am posting it for you now. Enjoy Sungha's playing :),

Linked with Recuerda mi Corazon and “A Virgin A Day”
A Special Meme from Dec. 1-12 until the Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe.
Please Join us and Thank you!
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Wednesday, July 24, 2013

The One Who is Rightfully Yours (Redux)

The TrueLove
by David Whyte
There is a faith in loving fiercely
the one who is rightfully yours,
especially if you have
waited years and especially
if part of you never believed
you could deserve this
loved and beckoning hand
held out to you this way.
I am thinking of faith now
and the testaments of loneliness
and what we feel we are
worthy of in this world.
drowning tree
Years ago in the Hebrides
I remember an old man
who walked every morning
on the grey stones
to the shore of the baying seals,
who would press his hat
to his chest in the blustering
salt wind and say his prayer
to the turbulent Jesus
hidden in the water,
Island storm
and I think of the story
of the storm and everyone
waking and seeing
the distant
yet familiar figure
far across the water
calling to them,
and how we are all
preparing for that
abrupt waking,
and that calling,
and that moment
we have to say yes,
except it will
not come so grandly,
so Biblically,
but more subtly
and intimately in the face
of the one you know
you have to love,
Blue Wave
so that when we finally step out of the boat
toward them, we find
everything holds
us, and confirms
our courage, and if you wanted
to drown you could,
but you don’t
natur bilde fra geir arne.jpg-for-web-LARGEbecause finally
after all the struggle
and all the years,
you don’t want to any more,
you’ve simply had enough
of drowning
hands, flowers, (...and eyes)and you want to live and you
want to love and you will
walk across any territory
and any darkness,
however fluid and however
free souls 
to take the
one hand you know
belongs in yours.

'House of Belonging'
by David Whyte
“Love is a sacred reserve of energy; it is like the blood of spiritual evolution”
 Teilhard de Chardin quote

source for poem:
pictures 1, 2, and 4 and 5 are from
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Last photo Free Souls from Flickr creative commons