tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71675431903947506102024-02-19T05:48:19.877-07:00peace awakenstommyluckehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893235209054794304noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167543190394750610.post-63558120474838050532010-03-13T13:42:00.005-07:002010-03-13T13:58:50.887-07:00Revise conforming thoughts<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje7q2_xPvLBfyNf99lGqzsZ6Xe-IeA-U2bySAlzRIYvMWLZK7mKKXX0XwLZVxazdzH75-DBeyKozj5kinDHUZ-lthX4dYZXqwoAeZqYjvBCFzmhPUS6tnefWB_But88-akLYk2eg1U6kiJ/s1600-h/blog+me.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje7q2_xPvLBfyNf99lGqzsZ6Xe-IeA-U2bySAlzRIYvMWLZK7mKKXX0XwLZVxazdzH75-DBeyKozj5kinDHUZ-lthX4dYZXqwoAeZqYjvBCFzmhPUS6tnefWB_But88-akLYk2eg1U6kiJ/s400/blog+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448222374642244194" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="right">Live beyond irrational thoughts<br />try to develop inner self-- challenge the mind.<br /><br />Humans attach significance to the body, limiting space to the material world.<br />Reality shows-humans behave more civilly to one another when not on screen.<br /><br />Behind the scenes, communities are born thriving in exercises in compassion<br /><br />Become a free thinker in the world of mind control,<br />it is possible to turn off the noise, travel an amazing path,<br />pick up cosmic soulmates to share this walk, learn to sit beside a river<br />watch its eternal flow—<br /><br />Words as description,<br />this moment cannot be captured until eyes<br />open wide in knowledge of the present.<br /><br />Experience the here and now<br />feel the chill of winter Mother provides,<br />listen as river rolls over branches,<br />watch flowers nurtured by spring rains along her banks blossom<br />enjoy the warmth of summer days by cooling in her waters,<br />notice the green on trees, knowing autumn will usher in change,<br /><br />Awaken in peace.</div>tommyluckehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893235209054794304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167543190394750610.post-88789080926743714372010-02-05T18:40:00.002-07:002010-02-05T18:50:19.214-07:00advice<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrz0ztpyvcVi_V4fMDNFkYF6zsGhPQ_22KJEcYB6-kNH9QL1Lp2697C9_weXLP-o6O1fU9qxCcz-pTTTs1yjuO6N7aEn5FJ82yCK_C99rzbVNKjg44KLNQnYc-TJi5rk3aPICHk0lCy_N5/s1600-h/blog+peace.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrz0ztpyvcVi_V4fMDNFkYF6zsGhPQ_22KJEcYB6-kNH9QL1Lp2697C9_weXLP-o6O1fU9qxCcz-pTTTs1yjuO6N7aEn5FJ82yCK_C99rzbVNKjg44KLNQnYc-TJi5rk3aPICHk0lCy_N5/s400/blog+peace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434941665364716706" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;">be in peace with all<br />find none to call enemy<br />seek strength in silence<br /></div>tommyluckehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893235209054794304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167543190394750610.post-41079750251285436742009-10-14T18:21:00.005-07:002009-10-14T18:38:45.350-07:00so important<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaeDJEWg_iWEsESE5ibKzOp_VCkIYByY-BIhvZ8XUGZfo4hyphenhyphenWcPawuWiPsfxRrUmxyKY5zZkmwavjWa1SaHJBDf6VmHcRRx_VtW-hGO1w8XMTLv7m9Hpjnaatj2z9vqZeIzZkxlSmB0Sry/s1600-h/blog+so+important.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaeDJEWg_iWEsESE5ibKzOp_VCkIYByY-BIhvZ8XUGZfo4hyphenhyphenWcPawuWiPsfxRrUmxyKY5zZkmwavjWa1SaHJBDf6VmHcRRx_VtW-hGO1w8XMTLv7m9Hpjnaatj2z9vqZeIzZkxlSmB0Sry/s400/blog+so+important.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392634900417820818" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;">let go of anger. there are many incredible<br />things to see. days race by turning into years<br />so quickly. feel the sun warm your skin on<br />a cool autumn morning. look at the joy in a<br />child's eyes when greeted with a smile. we are<br />mirrors to our children, let them know we<br />are happy. the moments when they're young are<br />so important.<br /></div>tommyluckehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893235209054794304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167543190394750610.post-54607768792072433332009-10-09T19:46:00.004-07:002009-10-09T21:08:57.443-07:00John the Prophet<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH2yE_TKQltnYRn2_bzW5hWzF9nsjFhBEOfrd5pE5VQ8u04Vxx2wxpT5XVId6su4n9-OzbWIzRF5vrLsIc8PFvYBinbUgBQJ9ZCXTpuA5yS3emrCvpDZlDuMHBvAa-WxoULoB8njBqeL1O/s1600-h/blog+peace.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH2yE_TKQltnYRn2_bzW5hWzF9nsjFhBEOfrd5pE5VQ8u04Vxx2wxpT5XVId6su4n9-OzbWIzRF5vrLsIc8PFvYBinbUgBQJ9ZCXTpuA5yS3emrCvpDZlDuMHBvAa-WxoULoB8njBqeL1O/s400/blog+peace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390812261711287426" border="0" /></a><br />"War is over." I tell my son.<br />Then I tell him of the man on my tee shirt he calls "Jun."<br /><br />His journey began in a port town,<br />where ships brought dreams and rock and roll across the ocean.<br />He made some friends who helped him change the world<br />with the music they made.<br /><br />His fame gave him access to generations<br />of revolutionaries. This is a time of change. <br />Forty years ago, John Lennon spoke out against the war in Vietnam. <br />His voice and dream entered the imaginations of those who listen.<br /><br />A peaceful revolution awakens this day,<br />Harvesting the seeds of yesterday as people from around the world gather.<br />So many of us want Peace, John delivered the message,<br />we need only "Imagine" its possibility.<br /><br />He told the world Peace is ours if we want it.<br />The time has arrived to carry on this message.<br />Today, President Obama was awarded the Nobel Prize for Peace.<br /><br />As we celebrate the birthday of a peaceful soul,<br />may John's dream of a world where "War is Over" be the one<br />President Obama achieves with this award of Peace. The world wants it.tommyluckehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893235209054794304noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167543190394750610.post-41946036190017287612009-07-06T18:54:00.004-07:002009-10-24T08:56:53.942-07:00Global warming<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIzTKadox2g6FUEGjKI9-sfxPe1lQTxdZHn5Ix7qcIZgtqLVk9qIAnshkKNyj7XMlAc4PX24uf8vgiHo9UxLtl7yVegGo5tZzoq0Bw0jZimjLzU4hWuyL9OIPf_xh_8PwocbXgcTsuq8Hx/s1600-h/blog+global+warming.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIzTKadox2g6FUEGjKI9-sfxPe1lQTxdZHn5Ix7qcIZgtqLVk9qIAnshkKNyj7XMlAc4PX24uf8vgiHo9UxLtl7yVegGo5tZzoq0Bw0jZimjLzU4hWuyL9OIPf_xh_8PwocbXgcTsuq8Hx/s400/blog+global+warming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362576562594826946" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Why am I like this?<br />Where did I originate?<br />How do I get back?<br /><br />Dreamer awakens.<br />Transcending through instructions<br />for helping the world.<br /><br />We are connected<br />to all beings on this earth<br />living together.<br /><br />Sharing one mother<br />recognizing her beauty<br />life's variety.<br /><br />Those with wings to soar<br />fascinate us with true flight<br />beauty, gracefulness<br /><br />While those that slither<br />captivate our deepest thoughts<br />our closeness to earth<br /><br />Most of our planet<br />inhabited by creatures<br />in rivers and seas<br /><br />Graciously sharing<br />their cooling waters to keep<br />temperatures mild<br /></div>tommyluckehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893235209054794304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167543190394750610.post-26613401236058876782009-05-25T18:16:00.003-07:002009-06-25T18:09:39.659-07:00rememberingI went to a church yesterday that made me think back to childhood memories at our cottage. At this church we sat outside with other families with children. The day was beautiful and Fyn slept on my chest as we listened to the sound system set up outside. A man's voice came on that reminded me of the voices of the cottage.<br /><br />My grandma's brothers all shared the voice of the speaker who talked of his mission trips to far off lands. His voice so similar to my Uncle Don, my great uncle that passed so suddenly three weeks ago, and his message so familiar. His voice echoing childhood voices I grew up with at cottage functions, but had fallen out of touch with for so many years.<br /><br />I met Don all over again last fall as he was taking on the challenge of my father. He said he understood the battle with alcoholism my dad has succumbed to and he was willing to look out for this man that was once a baby in his arms. This challenge is understood by many people that have witnessed the damage this disease brings to family and loved ones. I respect my uncle's desire to help this man that refuses help.<br /><br />Reaching back into those memories took me to a cottage on a lake where so many happy memories were created. My Uncle Gordy returned to my thoughts as I remembered his stories of my Uncle Don. Gordy was my childhood companion, one of the magical people that never seem to grow beyond childhood mentally. We spent summer nights sitting beneath magnificent skies listening to baseball games on the radio. Between innings he talked of his brothers and sisters, their kids, and grandkids. I remember the love in his voice as he talked of his incredible family.tommyluckehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893235209054794304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167543190394750610.post-29930967624376594652009-05-04T18:08:00.004-07:002009-05-04T18:31:37.966-07:00Connections<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP7GYIzAQXoerX6tOuJLj83epw9F8n6SGYFBzwx2eWDtH-o9jjwWmd7usNMzsteMgE_3CEzNpmBzO_0MecP3bTMyLO43hDMbFKvIy_Yhv1e283EVLKOwniaMRqE5palo_gbqLtrn83Ygcx/s1600-h/blog+organica.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP7GYIzAQXoerX6tOuJLj83epw9F8n6SGYFBzwx2eWDtH-o9jjwWmd7usNMzsteMgE_3CEzNpmBzO_0MecP3bTMyLO43hDMbFKvIy_Yhv1e283EVLKOwniaMRqE5palo_gbqLtrn83Ygcx/s400/blog+organica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332145067572433922" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Origin stretching backwards<br />living and existing in a natural world.<br /><br />Like a plant, our roots dig deep into the earth,<br />nurturing us with minerals and water.<br /><br />We are organic beings using nature<br />to live, to grow, to survive.<br /><br />In environments diverse around the world,<br />insects, plants, and animals adapt to global changes.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCVwh-L529rDi89W13joq9XsQjgtW2wkygJQDNuyiyUY9xq6xlVmfuuMg2sTWAtMkCICacwjPHocMJTdOUroVoWEAuuAPGAbuTtJ12yc_PSYpujnKTHzSfrMY3ITY6W7_3wZfAaKjPk6JT/s1600-h/blog+organicb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCVwh-L529rDi89W13joq9XsQjgtW2wkygJQDNuyiyUY9xq6xlVmfuuMg2sTWAtMkCICacwjPHocMJTdOUroVoWEAuuAPGAbuTtJ12yc_PSYpujnKTHzSfrMY3ITY6W7_3wZfAaKjPk6JT/s400/blog+organicb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332145074127068738" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;">As this beautiful planet<br />three quarters covered with life giving water<br />cycles her way through seasons,<br />Discover connections linking us to all living things.<br /><br />Please help our Mother,<br />she's the most beautiful in the Universe.<br /><br />Our choices impact all beings. Love completely,<br />filling all with energy and power.<br /><br />Live in tune with nature. Silence the noise,<br />create beautiful pieces of art.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7lWzpYWoWNN3qnba4p3xkvPv3OKNTtGenfAUutLNUjCBbrbrS4-wbylXI0F2Uvx08whTvECqfOx1XSTjFeWlDYcsPHaNnD1r-K1POIgIp7Uojz-cgDG7SoBCLu3YcTKNAiv3K2touVFp3/s1600-h/blog+organic.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7lWzpYWoWNN3qnba4p3xkvPv3OKNTtGenfAUutLNUjCBbrbrS4-wbylXI0F2Uvx08whTvECqfOx1XSTjFeWlDYcsPHaNnD1r-K1POIgIp7Uojz-cgDG7SoBCLu3YcTKNAiv3K2touVFp3/s400/blog+organic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332145069716765586" border="0" /></a>tommyluckehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893235209054794304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167543190394750610.post-32591650765252781662009-04-15T19:20:00.007-07:002009-04-15T19:47:28.292-07:00Love yourself<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgkoc8P5zxPYnwEmpb8d_9ojfxbBCaqXJipy7JDIRwQyESZTZAAfsDkPytwG6RTHc2gSpAvj41jTsj6FUemLlCBqa1Nq03LBzaURGJzuHTB5Cl9xw4UFKzuqAQW4fb4GDamMYfmKBIx6k0/s1600-h/blog+door+on+river.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgkoc8P5zxPYnwEmpb8d_9ojfxbBCaqXJipy7JDIRwQyESZTZAAfsDkPytwG6RTHc2gSpAvj41jTsj6FUemLlCBqa1Nq03LBzaURGJzuHTB5Cl9xw4UFKzuqAQW4fb4GDamMYfmKBIx6k0/s400/blog+door+on+river.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325114004804480802" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;">A door released from its hinges<br />floats along the river.<br /><br />From where I am, I see the nails<br />Hung to hold reminders<br />of things to do today<br /><br />The reminders already<br />cast aside by river's current,<br />yet their hooks<br />remain and rust.<br /><br />On the river of life's Water,<br />cleansing the door.<br />We may all awaken when<br />we open the door to river's current,<br />Where we will see the world on the other side,<br /><br />A simple twist of the river's flow will flip<br />the door so the hooks and nails we've<br />Driven beneath the surface<br />scrape along the bottom.<br /><br />In time the nails will<br />simply break off freeing<br />the raft of reminders.<br /><br />Time to live today<br />Love yourself.</div>tommyluckehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893235209054794304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167543190394750610.post-19073500404700525452009-03-31T13:10:00.005-07:002009-03-31T13:21:18.561-07:00Magic is spring<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg31L7lZA6u-PGZGYMBE25GqKMncwEYOVPcIfNppiuArH-EOIaAdyReMk_7ziFMLJbf4RbPIwOcE7opSanFSaTKKP7QCh6haXqMdlRwBcGor3XWEEq2tEUerF_a9HA9GOJyiNPsiuhsClt0/s1600-h/blog+magic+is+spring.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg31L7lZA6u-PGZGYMBE25GqKMncwEYOVPcIfNppiuArH-EOIaAdyReMk_7ziFMLJbf4RbPIwOcE7opSanFSaTKKP7QCh6haXqMdlRwBcGor3XWEEq2tEUerF_a9HA9GOJyiNPsiuhsClt0/s400/blog+magic+is+spring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319448819596790114" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;">What if there was<br />a place in your imagination<br /><br />Where mice were really dwarves<br />building underground housing units<br /><br />When insects flew, fairies<br />took flight to dust<br /><br />Where flowers bring<br />color to a once white blanket<br />Held in Mother Tortoise's<br />arms as she rocks her child to sleep<br /><br />Soon my little child<br />your time will come to awaken<br /><br />This world needs love<br />Rising from its soil<br />watch the little folk<br /><br />With eyes open<br />not as pests<br /><br />They have much to teach<br />you have much to learn<br /><br />Fyn you are the child<br />of Mother Tortoise's son<br /><br />Peace awakens from dreams<br />fresh on a spring morning<br /><br />Breathing happiness<br />on winds round the world<br /><br />What if there was<br />a place in your imagination.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Magic<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc6EaaCgDEnOL2K1LIHcELy3ZGUVrq_12vjHsrpXDPwjs-9G5a9E-RMIBjBnMSSRS8hdTOtMmRulZ8ccjRYHXxHDWyI01OPTH_iMEX0c6ACiDEcFb4Ap7HqyIf6WAZLN4LAx7-VXy-ffKs/s1600-h/blog+magic.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc6EaaCgDEnOL2K1LIHcELy3ZGUVrq_12vjHsrpXDPwjs-9G5a9E-RMIBjBnMSSRS8hdTOtMmRulZ8ccjRYHXxHDWyI01OPTH_iMEX0c6ACiDEcFb4Ap7HqyIf6WAZLN4LAx7-VXy-ffKs/s400/blog+magic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319448823925218498" border="0" /></a><br /></div>tommyluckehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893235209054794304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167543190394750610.post-65767483957495392742009-03-11T18:26:00.005-07:002009-03-16T18:42:43.994-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH6OccWM4jnxYU_MDbD0A6bKEK9WSnXpnnJCZsPJB58Hj0Sh-vqnHasRB0sRYByD77efkvu3Kb15lgcAiFk1Gy9l70LkQoTJHg1pypzWvsJU6JqIcYKeFseTzSNzk1wHInIewnsKz46gYn/s1600-h/blog+lake.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH6OccWM4jnxYU_MDbD0A6bKEK9WSnXpnnJCZsPJB58Hj0Sh-vqnHasRB0sRYByD77efkvu3Kb15lgcAiFk1Gy9l70LkQoTJHg1pypzWvsJU6JqIcYKeFseTzSNzk1wHInIewnsKz46gYn/s400/blog+lake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312107587433606466" border="0" /></a>Water as far as I can see,<br />joining sky on the horizon--<br />Rising on wings of hope.<br /><br />A bird in flight feeling free,<br />exploring without destination<br />searching while traveling up.<br /><br />Among clouds looking<br />beyond tomorrow into future--<br />seeing magic abound.<br /><br />Peace for those seeking<br />to live in the world of nature<br />Follow the path around<br /><br />Distractions along the way<br />Tune out corporate static--<br />Peacemakers come<br /><br />Ready to dance and play<br />A wind of change does speak<br />Listen for the sound of a drums.tommyluckehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893235209054794304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167543190394750610.post-78044859139414051992009-03-08T17:55:00.005-07:002009-03-08T18:14:37.852-07:00Rhythm of Life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAaVoLuZ-yqa7hUzsU4Wo8nsLwBpsxoBqlVaBS4GKMlYRVs_vgW8eoJen54zYEfadc10DFI3gX8bqfoo5alzgPyrjDRetNhwhaMB_rha_Wp_CvvCgiI1Xgp8uOjJ3cgaGWEEF2yZ8LYisX/s1600-h/blog+rhythms+of+living.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAaVoLuZ-yqa7hUzsU4Wo8nsLwBpsxoBqlVaBS4GKMlYRVs_vgW8eoJen54zYEfadc10DFI3gX8bqfoo5alzgPyrjDRetNhwhaMB_rha_Wp_CvvCgiI1Xgp8uOjJ3cgaGWEEF2yZ8LYisX/s400/blog+rhythms+of+living.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309524759716530018" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Life has a rhythm--<br />drums sounding through forests<br />calling all to community.<br /><br />Our nature--to live in peace,<br />gather within the circle we share,<br />our being, a gift from the creator.<br /><br />Mother gives us life,<br />we grow in her womb<br />listening to her heartbeat.<br /><br />Everyday rhythms guide us<br />as we walk along this path<br />beside the River of Life.</div>tommyluckehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893235209054794304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167543190394750610.post-11818191963913860672009-03-01T20:18:00.001-07:002009-03-01T20:22:58.232-07:00window<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-oWioolfULVprBMae3nCz8CnKR19LX-reAn-gStQTEMqPGnMhmdzwZF9Sx_ET-YrWsSqWLtzXH_uuxCUPFL6KarEOiCF6CEGrXktSVQ33_H3QeP9TrIkpOuauW-xTgoqB7oYDPqO9_RUu/s1600-h/blog+window.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-oWioolfULVprBMae3nCz8CnKR19LX-reAn-gStQTEMqPGnMhmdzwZF9Sx_ET-YrWsSqWLtzXH_uuxCUPFL6KarEOiCF6CEGrXktSVQ33_H3QeP9TrIkpOuauW-xTgoqB7oYDPqO9_RUu/s400/blog+window.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294847711982843010" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;">a window to watch the world,<br /><br />photographs provide an opportunity to focus,<br />capturing moments in light<br /><br />have you heard? there <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> magic outside,<br />memories in the making<br />for those who want to see<br /><br />step outside doors, free yourself<br />seek incredible experiences<br />interacting with love<br />as we make a difference</div>tommyluckehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893235209054794304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167543190394750610.post-16424034173706307822009-02-20T19:39:00.000-07:002009-02-21T13:59:26.585-07:00peace to all<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZW1h0xLif36tXfhDNltWYbOotOj50eM1kRFcZ-0hI57kc5KvyO86FH2m_-i812vN1iyPugdqO3GtGCWVGrJSbAWaTwrR6qBELNm5v3ycdFom48R5RcwsUVVhFHJxEOmaqNmB-JjV_3vBL/s1600-h/blog+-+eyes+of+wonder.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZW1h0xLif36tXfhDNltWYbOotOj50eM1kRFcZ-0hI57kc5KvyO86FH2m_-i812vN1iyPugdqO3GtGCWVGrJSbAWaTwrR6qBELNm5v3ycdFom48R5RcwsUVVhFHJxEOmaqNmB-JjV_3vBL/s400/blog+-+eyes+of+wonder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305074860296207282" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;">looking into the world with awe and amazement<br />seeking each experience with curiosity<br />eyes wide for discovery<br />living content<br /><br />knowing love exists to share<br />with all beings along this path<br />a smile leads another to laugh<br />connecting us to everywhere<br /><br />awakening into a new age<br />children in far off lands<br />where winds move the sands<br />we understand and wage<br /><br />peace to all<br /></div>tommyluckehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893235209054794304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167543190394750610.post-38415350441107797832009-02-17T19:07:00.000-07:002009-02-19T20:18:00.142-07:00looking up<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPryxFwevnPzF5nDviqGhLsRR4V_1MaIFCiQygnJOA9jD5JPS33U-vddKjWo9YoFNRcrF-pN2emPv-Zfkmf7JGkuJbYkRhMB9_u0WSksfD5vtia17oIgjj8TrPreOhyphenhyphen0cR6_-gT7DYUnaS/s1600-h/blog+looking+up.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPryxFwevnPzF5nDviqGhLsRR4V_1MaIFCiQygnJOA9jD5JPS33U-vddKjWo9YoFNRcrF-pN2emPv-Zfkmf7JGkuJbYkRhMB9_u0WSksfD5vtia17oIgjj8TrPreOhyphenhyphen0cR6_-gT7DYUnaS/s400/blog+looking+up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303954708091562482" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;">going through these days<br />with blinders, watching feet fall<br />a new world awaits,<br /><br />morning brings clear skies<br />perfect for walking outside<br />better for thinking<br /><br />tuning out all noise<br />following birds as they dance<br />happily through trees<br /><br />magic surrounds us<br />beside the river we are<br />listening to life<br /><br />looking up we see<br />blue skies through eternity<br />peace to us all</div>tommyluckehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893235209054794304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167543190394750610.post-9601295605072218442009-02-09T19:57:00.000-07:002009-02-10T20:52:03.794-07:00dear reader<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw6GusIxbVrIvKp842bn9u5i19zxw_HaYIGODSJ91N6QJYem00Kj2osfa7Xcnu71XSDzGiAbBeHQHFEFOrHTY7OA4DbN4dRS0a-sbv3RuMKBwOioSpArBY0FgIXAOpDer_1T9sgwRs_lhG/s1600-h/blog+dear+reader.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw6GusIxbVrIvKp842bn9u5i19zxw_HaYIGODSJ91N6QJYem00Kj2osfa7Xcnu71XSDzGiAbBeHQHFEFOrHTY7OA4DbN4dRS0a-sbv3RuMKBwOioSpArBY0FgIXAOpDer_1T9sgwRs_lhG/s400/blog+dear+reader.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301372094777113794" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;">dear reader,<br />welcome to a journey of peace awakening,<br />in the following pages, words and pictures are used<br />to describe some of this season's passage around the sun.<br /><br />as the snow begins to melt, i feel a change in winds<br />i want to begin to write a story backwards<br />from finish to beginning in honor of this format<br />during the next couple moon cycles.<br /><br />i will also be writing a story for my classroom,<br />one i share with them each week.<br /><br />many of the ideas i have written in peace awakening<br />are calling for me to return in an editing process<br />as well as for future stories.<br /><br />peace to all<br />thank you, tommy<br /><br />for those who have enjoyed my words and pictures<br />thank you for your comments and support<br />more is on the way<br /></div>tommyluckehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893235209054794304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167543190394750610.post-37577646568142237982009-02-05T19:20:00.001-07:002009-02-18T19:10:18.143-07:00Magical Beings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBM2d6VowXvMGIk0ZSKjSHMRqAapl9Cr1Rg3xlTnw8qo23WbV9D3jR1JvRTJPgTqw-tyEEgjZd9bKOTxt0VFSIlz-g_2iwkEfeypB78awzApIuxfq5tmdmruJN05m_ROlkrU6hOs8-KTFx/s1600-h/blog+magical+beings.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBM2d6VowXvMGIk0ZSKjSHMRqAapl9Cr1Rg3xlTnw8qo23WbV9D3jR1JvRTJPgTqw-tyEEgjZd9bKOTxt0VFSIlz-g_2iwkEfeypB78awzApIuxfq5tmdmruJN05m_ROlkrU6hOs8-KTFx/s400/blog+magical+beings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296159427753084050" border="0" /></a><br />Walking along this path each day with Fyn, I am reminded often of magical beings surrounding us. Each season is full of its own magicians. The fairies rising in spring brightens the world with their planting of flowers. The dwarfs celebration of summer nurtures Mother Earth creating bounty. The gnomes emergence in autumn to put things in order are quickly covered by the falling leaves. The winter elves are often the most difficult to see for they blend so well with the snow, but magnificent when encountered.<br /><br />We have celebrated each season now with Fyn. Following his eyes enables me to see things in a new perspective. There is awe and wonder everywhere, it is up to me to be aware.tommyluckehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893235209054794304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167543190394750610.post-63523723007117556532009-02-04T18:37:00.000-07:002009-02-10T19:26:39.034-07:00Our path home<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimdIfWeL2mHzvaJ4Y7Hd41KVsaD3ew2yr2kcjkfOZP9jk7f0h2rCVDjFaIM-9bwnw3WTJ_0q5eeHHq0a5f80Y-CCCBWOG53Tke_k1Wm4P6DK7To-5sBwCiBgkNvGCdt3y4wBCQbNVP_Kbs/s1600-h/blog+trail+home.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimdIfWeL2mHzvaJ4Y7Hd41KVsaD3ew2yr2kcjkfOZP9jk7f0h2rCVDjFaIM-9bwnw3WTJ_0q5eeHHq0a5f80Y-CCCBWOG53Tke_k1Wm4P6DK7To-5sBwCiBgkNvGCdt3y4wBCQbNVP_Kbs/s400/blog+trail+home.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299123117493742290" border="0" /></a><br />Every now and then, step off the beaten path.<br />Destination may not be clear, and may feel<br />like walking among the clouds. Each step<br />leads to an aftermath<br />of decisions, in search of perfect reality.<br />Find and become adept<br />living in the world of all beings.<br /><br />Examine the journey, find peace<br />discover the path to follow<br />listen and create another.<br />Love given freely leads to Ahimsa,<br />Open the clouds and enter another realm,<br />find people living as they did long ago<br />let go of your self and be.tommyluckehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893235209054794304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167543190394750610.post-77335434686839677672009-02-03T18:44:00.000-07:002009-02-03T19:54:53.678-07:00Gnomes stopped by<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Eqk65RdOzyLtoJqIiD5D6z4vgR9z2vOFi48k4Yc_-bqQtbAvQt8n67NnkUyDZR-gcr9lL7Ljyao9GFfBv1sYDyIqW15D4CJxuIQ_xYLpeAn124ey8Au8Eglu0w3OobZ62VLutOKvf5Xw/s1600-h/blog+gnomes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Eqk65RdOzyLtoJqIiD5D6z4vgR9z2vOFi48k4Yc_-bqQtbAvQt8n67NnkUyDZR-gcr9lL7Ljyao9GFfBv1sYDyIqW15D4CJxuIQ_xYLpeAn124ey8Au8Eglu0w3OobZ62VLutOKvf5Xw/s400/blog+gnomes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298753064861058530" border="0" /></a><br />The other day, there were several guests by the path as we arrived home. Seems there were some loud machines with masked riders zipping along the forest floor. One of our guests, DaVito, calls them "snosquitos" because of the annoying buzzing noise and carbon monoxide stink they make in the woods.<br /><br />I relayed our experience the previous day with the snosquitos, and how they arrived as Fyn fell asleep in the labyrinth. The gnomes were happy we managed to shoo them off, but they were mad the whine of the snosquito's engines awakened Fyn from his peaceful dreams. These little fellows were so upset they wanted to go create some serious mischief. I convinced them that we were over it and invited them inside to warm up a bit. These friendly little folk told of their ordeals and the misery of dealing with those machines.<br /><br />The moment they entered the house they stopped moving as the cats came around the corner. Victoria made a green bed for the little ones to nap in and set it out of reach of Max and Lucky. She tried to take their picture, but the camera's flash changed their complexion.<br /><br />They were still here the morning of Fyn's birthday party so I invited them to stay. The gnomes had a great time meeting Clint, Taj, Britton, Nadia, and Sonja. As Fyn's friends were leaving our forest guests asked if they might accompany their new friends to their homes across the land.<br /><br />We thought it was a fabulous idea because they would be able to escape those hideous snosquitos. It will be fun to see them in the spring when they return to help plant the flowers.tommyluckehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893235209054794304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167543190394750610.post-75521987982059895832009-02-02T17:37:00.000-07:002009-02-02T18:41:33.924-07:00icicles<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdcQQntewYKTr9vQYDntTmuzuPE1q4akHUV5iJ3cnVH9sJuiaP7sOAfXTQciiFqdqs3w2otOcsThGAEfFgZkdOuDKsZJWXWj6EUMmLHiIWJK_XxbmRq2BgRkR-G1TG6P8Jzb_WOgHkVL3H/s1600-h/blog+-+icicles+cropped.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdcQQntewYKTr9vQYDntTmuzuPE1q4akHUV5iJ3cnVH9sJuiaP7sOAfXTQciiFqdqs3w2otOcsThGAEfFgZkdOuDKsZJWXWj6EUMmLHiIWJK_XxbmRq2BgRkR-G1TG6P8Jzb_WOgHkVL3H/s400/blog+-+icicles+cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298374145832173266" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I</span>nside the warmth of a fire<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">c</span>reating heat, generating energy while<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">i</span>ridescence descends outside<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">c</span>aptivating our attention,<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">l</span>earn to be magical,<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">e</span>xist in nature feeling<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">s</span>unshine throughouttommyluckehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893235209054794304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167543190394750610.post-53635171076623626842009-02-01T16:09:00.000-07:002009-02-01T20:49:59.622-07:00Days like this<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNHGDVhnH9ZbXFsdGVNT9Js_DQZryT790Z3R0VUJSpq6a-Z2CmoSydLSdNH3hjiM7ZLTlkuuQyUauiDybm4jLJ6udfqlZTMTyHNp0RmvDtNTQ3iZbDZrLzle2ny0KOLEkwZNcXEjvhFXY7/s1600-h/blog+intro21.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNHGDVhnH9ZbXFsdGVNT9Js_DQZryT790Z3R0VUJSpq6a-Z2CmoSydLSdNH3hjiM7ZLTlkuuQyUauiDybm4jLJ6udfqlZTMTyHNp0RmvDtNTQ3iZbDZrLzle2ny0KOLEkwZNcXEjvhFXY7/s400/blog+intro21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298039598798994514" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Fyn sleeps on my chest,<br />Sunshine washes over us<br /><br />It feels good to be outside,<br />a slight chill of winter and re-energized warmth of the sun<br /><br />Four deer approach, making their way into the river,<br />they stand watching us<br /><br />Our peaceful connection<br />linking different beings in silence,<br /><br />Awareness of all around us,<br />their time arrives to continue on<br /><br />Our paths diverge<br />to meet again at river's bend<br /><br />Sun shines upon us,<br />I love days like this.<br /></div>tommyluckehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893235209054794304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167543190394750610.post-89469339884147971232009-01-29T18:28:00.001-07:002009-01-30T20:47:51.408-07:00Happy Birthday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivVTCPt602r747sPWuQkS8qL63qSMAZO7LtTLciToqrp32N2Uiodzqw4ACGdqBCWbR3zqPw8L6zx1xfcGenVJW_trZODqQ9C6SBJYlDsU_nQ4SMT3tEv4kkk_0w4sLMOJfy1Q8oT48GPZF/s1600-h/blog+happy+birthdy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivVTCPt602r747sPWuQkS8qL63qSMAZO7LtTLciToqrp32N2Uiodzqw4ACGdqBCWbR3zqPw8L6zx1xfcGenVJW_trZODqQ9C6SBJYlDsU_nQ4SMT3tEv4kkk_0w4sLMOJfy1Q8oT48GPZF/s400/blog+happy+birthdy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297299138565229090" border="0" /></a>A year ago, I could not stop smiling from within. My soul has not stopped since that day. My eyes are open to love, Fyn. Talking with grandma and great grandma tonight reminds me that I am in line with past generations and future generations.<br /><br />We are one family with many different trees. Trace our lineage and connections link us to so many others with different ways. Fyn, we share this planet with many other beings. We emerged from the River of Life many moons ago. She is our mother. Our ancestors honored her so we could share in her beauty. Last year on this day, you emerged into this world full of light. The sun made it through the windows to light your face.<br /><br />I had a dream a few years before you were born. I wrote it down to share with all, but you in particular on this first birthday. You are my peace. I love you.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvBbAIPcjrtCDKE6-O1WoXodP95ZptEeS9hrQybHDPePk1BZMujxAkxjq39D2kxseTK44k-JGTMdFkncB-GrefzVqOb6HooStWvyC-_81lPPN0mUvE9mlqKzkTBwthT9Wp5uMZUuTWJ35K/s1600-h/blog+mother+tortoise.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvBbAIPcjrtCDKE6-O1WoXodP95ZptEeS9hrQybHDPePk1BZMujxAkxjq39D2kxseTK44k-JGTMdFkncB-GrefzVqOb6HooStWvyC-_81lPPN0mUvE9mlqKzkTBwthT9Wp5uMZUuTWJ35K/s400/blog+mother+tortoise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297296861616910274" border="0" /></a><br />Legend of Mother Tortoise<br /><br />Mother Tortoise emerges from the River of Life early one morning. Bright light greets her as she reaches the surface. This light is unlike anything she has ever known. She descends into the water again and begins telling Salmon of the brilliant light that nearly blinded her as she broke the surface of the water. Salmon tells her she is foolish, there is no such thing. She asks Salmon to follow, but he tells her to go away and not to bother him anymore.<br /><br />She swims on a ways before encountering Beaver. When she tells Beaver of the bright light, he is interested and asks her a few questions. She asks him to follow and he says he is too busy now, but perhaps if she were to come back later, he would have time.<br /><br />On she swims until she finds Heron using her great wings as paddles and her long legs as propellers. Mother Tortoise tells Heron what she has seen and asks her to come see the light. Heron is intrigued and follows Tortoise to the surface.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeWJ0Le6yQm1BQnoJ2b8KaltblRvJc-NDb9h2C4VmMZhubfofND9Lbe3jyD90MlAuXL4ejYzHuCzyWzpH537-N5pBEAVCfistZAOfWb78HxRPky_k-4EhQkcXbv_qNggtRXAzv-bTdUS5-/s1600-h/blog+mother+tortoise+sky.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeWJ0Le6yQm1BQnoJ2b8KaltblRvJc-NDb9h2C4VmMZhubfofND9Lbe3jyD90MlAuXL4ejYzHuCzyWzpH537-N5pBEAVCfistZAOfWb78HxRPky_k-4EhQkcXbv_qNggtRXAzv-bTdUS5-/s400/blog+mother+tortoise+sky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297296860788521938" border="0" /></a><br />Together they reach the surface, and Heron gazes in amazement. She asks Mother Tortoise how she found this beautiful place. She tells Heron how she saw the bright light and knew there truly is more to life than living underwater. Heron shares this feeling and longing to live life to her full potential.<br /><br />Heron wants to try something now that she's on the surface of the water and asks Tortoise if she will let her dry off her feathers while resting on top of Tortoise's shell. Once her feathers dry, she begins to flap her wings. Launching from her friend's back, she lifts herself into the sky and feels her true calling.<br /><br />When she flies so far that Mother Tortoise looks like a speck of sand, she turns back to find her friend. She lands on Tortoise's back and tells her all she has seen from high above the River of Life. She tells her how for the first time she feels free to be herself and she thinks all the other swimmers with feathers will probably feel the same. Mother Tortoise and Heron head off to find more birds to tell about the secret of flight. The first they come upon is Eagle, who is very interested in what Heron tells him. He follows them to the surface and undergoes the same drying process as Heron. Lifting from Mother Tortoise's shell he soars up to the clouds and to this day continues to fly in the highest of clouds to the north. Then Condor returns to the surface with them, dries her huge wings and takes off to the south. Heron watches her thinking Condor is love in motion. They find more birds and tell them the secret of flight. Some birds love to soar, while others decide to stay near the River of Life.<br /><br />Mother Tortoise wants to tell more about this splendid discovery and finds Dog and Cat swimming deep in the river. She tells them to follow her to the surface where she shows them the brilliant landscape. Cat is happy to be free of the water so she can chase the birds once again. Dog says thanks and stays close to Tortoise and the river.<br /><br />As time passes, more animals emerge from the River of Life after hearing stories from Mother Tortoise and her followers. One day many years later Tortoise is swimming along with Dog and Heron as they come upon an animal neither has seen before. It is awkward in the water and does not understand what Tortoise is saying although she speaks the language all animals understand. Heron is nervous about this new creature and leaves to stand watch over the river.<br /><br />After much confusion Mother Tortoise is able to lead this strange animal to the surface. Neither Tortoise nor Dog know what kind of animal this is because it has neither feather nor fur. Tortoise draws a picture in the sand to show this strange animal about the things she has seen. On the shore she draws a sun and motions to the sky for the animal to see. Then she draws thirteen moons inside the circle of the sun to show the many different moons she has seen.<br /><br />The animal's eyes show intelligence and in time begins to understand what Mother Tortoise is drawing. Dog takes and instant liking to it and calls it woman in the strange language he speaks out of the water. Dog and Mother Tortoise can tell Woman is happy to be out of the water, but that she is lonely too. Mother Tortoise dives deeper in the water than ever before, searching for a companion for woman. She swims for eight moons before she comes upon something similar, and once again she cannot make this animal understand the language all animals speak. After many gestures, she convinces it to follow her to the surface where Woman and Dog are waiting.<br /><br />When they arrive at the surface, Mother Tortoise is surprised to find Woman and Dog talking. Somehow they've found a way to communicate in a language Mother Tortoise has never heard. This new animal has the same brown skin as woman, but is not nearly as beautiful so Dog calls him Man. Woman and Man look at each other as they stand on the bank of the river, and Mother Tortoise who does not see much difference in them calls them human.<br /><br />Mother Tortoise spends seven years teaching Woman and Man about all the animals she has helped find their way from the depths of the River of Life. The process is long because she must draw pictures to help them understand. To this day the people of the land look to Mother Tortoise for wisdom and guidance.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheOJp35t4yzhuLrID7oX5YznzpfRoeEtI_-XzV2yfSYFceqJzSCWFtXFV1uSxfHZjruIueJr8QreCVFbW3B-DlefbuSD0b5pDTLS_6v21i9ZBbSD-eqTNcpZPq0s8BnpK0Q82C1jL4GYrb/s1600-h/blog+mother+tortoise+river.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheOJp35t4yzhuLrID7oX5YznzpfRoeEtI_-XzV2yfSYFceqJzSCWFtXFV1uSxfHZjruIueJr8QreCVFbW3B-DlefbuSD0b5pDTLS_6v21i9ZBbSD-eqTNcpZPq0s8BnpK0Q82C1jL4GYrb/s400/blog+mother+tortoise+river.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297296856082656114" border="0" /></a><br />Mother Tortoise teaches Woman and Man about the River of Life. She is patient and tells them of the need to move slowly. She loves them and with Dog's help is able to show them the foods they will need to grow healthy and strong. She tells them about the trees and plants that grow on the banks of the River of Life. Since the people do not have a shell, fur, or feathers she helps them create a dwelling for themselves using the branches and bark from the trees. Mother Tortoise teaches them about the seasons and how weather changes. She helps them understand the moons and how they are useful for measuring time. She teaches them about the sun and its importance for them to survive outside the River of Life.<br /><br />Woman and Man are grateful to Mother Tortoise and thank her for the wisdom she shares with them. They love her as a good child loves a mother and for many years they stay close to her to continue their learning. Mother Tortoise teaches them which animals may be hunted for food, and how it is important to respect that animal for the nourishment it will give them. She explains to them the way plants and animals are connected in the circle of life. She draws elaborate pictures of animals eating plants and people eating animals and plants. Dog is an ever-faithful friend to Woman and Man, helping them during the hunt. The humans respect Mother Tortoise's teaching and begin drawing their own pictures of the things they learn. In the beginning many of these are only copies of Mother Tortoise's drawings, but as time continues they become more detailed.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin43KGNW1D6KlQQgYBUcWJ5Bs3zawtoa7IodUfvgfVv_rEketJkd6ZEfOBx1ygcLC70VcyJjo1HGqNMmQo706qrr6VIu6wj8E3ZDT_-hmd5p7QU0-hK8E488mQLc8Yv25YvNF5V-Y99fjR/s1600-h/blog+mother+tortoise+fyn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin43KGNW1D6KlQQgYBUcWJ5Bs3zawtoa7IodUfvgfVv_rEketJkd6ZEfOBx1ygcLC70VcyJjo1HGqNMmQo706qrr6VIu6wj8E3ZDT_-hmd5p7QU0-hK8E488mQLc8Yv25YvNF5V-Y99fjR/s400/blog+mother+tortoise+fyn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297296855233161298" border="0" /></a><br />She teaches Woman and Man about creating new life. Since Woman is stronger, Mother Tortoise guides her through birth and nine moons later a child is born. The child is named Peace. She is small and helpless, and Mother Tortoise tells them this is so Woman and Man will learn that life is slow and there are many things to learn. She also wants them to learn how to take care of their children so they will be able to take care of everything outside the River of Life.<br /><br />Man is thrilled with the power Woman has to give birth and knows she should be treated with the same respect as Mother Tortoise. he takes it upon himself to be the provider of food and shelter since woman is the provider of life.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheCNVCvM5be8vEqd2EJpmadZk2d2-uAYLjxai3sGphGlFRRTLmIOoTpNw4-AhEV73x0fDWTagOxYapAvB4wceSnjUMyQ2Ahd-cGwtPLS9OZi9GT6Z_ZE8pyxdK3SmWs7bTUq5iATncU04-/s1600-h/blog+mother+tortoise+us.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheCNVCvM5be8vEqd2EJpmadZk2d2-uAYLjxai3sGphGlFRRTLmIOoTpNw4-AhEV73x0fDWTagOxYapAvB4wceSnjUMyQ2Ahd-cGwtPLS9OZi9GT6Z_ZE8pyxdK3SmWs7bTUq5iATncU04-/s400/blog+mother+tortoise+us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297299141974855682" border="0" /></a><br />Life continues and the people remember and respect Mother Tortoise, knowing she will lead them in the ways of life. They respect all animals and plants creating festivals and ceremonies to give thanks. Dog continues to be a good and loyal friend to the people as they live together in happiness.tommyluckehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893235209054794304noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167543190394750610.post-44730168960171505712009-01-28T19:56:00.000-07:002009-01-28T20:39:11.403-07:00A year ago today,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP2eCREPeFB-L38f9Q0hReiVGQ1jNIuckqoeBiY120RIP_n6fXCTKwdk4RloyQhQE6nxNcLN6HGCimeWo1EnR_ikBZoug-N5jr2cl8yHKxAqG6snf5fh1xsICG79UshIH2rgYTOo6List3/s1600-h/blog+migration.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP2eCREPeFB-L38f9Q0hReiVGQ1jNIuckqoeBiY120RIP_n6fXCTKwdk4RloyQhQE6nxNcLN6HGCimeWo1EnR_ikBZoug-N5jr2cl8yHKxAqG6snf5fh1xsICG79UshIH2rgYTOo6List3/s400/blog+migration.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296544276533095586" border="0" /></a>A year ago we were awaiting his arrival. Trying to find comfort in a hospital room was nearly impossible as monitors interrupted the flow. The world of man and its devotion to technology is a strange place for someone created by man and woman to be born.<br /><br />On that night a year ago, forty hours seemed to pass without sleep while you labored with Fyn. You worked so hard for his entrance into this world. The amount of effort sustained by mothers giving birth is truly amazing.<br /><br />Excitement flooded me as I wondered if we'd have a boy or a girl. How much longer would we have to fight the doctor's desire to accelerate the process? Keeping our eyes on the prize was all we could do.<br /><br />In the end, Fyn decided January 28 was not to be the day of his birthday. Now it is our family labor day. Today I honor you for the brilliant work you did in Room 1044. He is truly amazing. Thank you, I love you.tommyluckehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893235209054794304noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167543190394750610.post-79383420502124311362009-01-27T19:21:00.000-07:002009-01-27T19:54:38.122-07:00labyrinth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgahMMsxAkvYAWCqOsiujrJOOxDEZmT_V4vVvScKfjGMevEHKJsUeZJSsdc3vTCZ4HYiOj_yKM7Ms_sNnVmJH3fg9_342Xhn20QxE8mqPivFUEQkfZUaq10dYUXJRn3yo4KpVvt-Q9Yf_v/s1600-h/blog+12709.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgahMMsxAkvYAWCqOsiujrJOOxDEZmT_V4vVvScKfjGMevEHKJsUeZJSsdc3vTCZ4HYiOj_yKM7Ms_sNnVmJH3fg9_342Xhn20QxE8mqPivFUEQkfZUaq10dYUXJRn3yo4KpVvt-Q9Yf_v/s400/blog+12709.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296169517313471218" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Everything we desire at our fingertips,<br />Wherever we look realization springs.<br />Manifestations of abundance we choose,<br />Recognizing we brought it to be.<br /><br />Being in the moment with awareness,<br />Creates our role in the universe.<br />Become one with Mother Nature,<br />Restoring dreams will guide our action.<br /><br />Allowing us to live and love,<br />Kindness shared among all, brings energy.<br />Choosing this path to peace,<br />Leads us to happiness.<br /></div>tommyluckehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893235209054794304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167543190394750610.post-68504244575250331152009-01-26T19:46:00.000-07:002009-01-27T19:14:31.764-07:00A tree beside the river<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGfoZXEWV1X-ZqVNDzDBEn_IKsCICWQI6jyWIW05l3dNpZR3Z54IXdkiiHJMSClaqala-kcBAcJZKC47yIx4sEWquXfdsRKjailjjcSHEryjavMpG_PDM-FCYqOmYqs_vugNOiIIjwuC-q/s1600-h/blog+walk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGfoZXEWV1X-ZqVNDzDBEn_IKsCICWQI6jyWIW05l3dNpZR3Z54IXdkiiHJMSClaqala-kcBAcJZKC47yIx4sEWquXfdsRKjailjjcSHEryjavMpG_PDM-FCYqOmYqs_vugNOiIIjwuC-q/s400/blog+walk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295811629863187506" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;">A tree, beside a river<br />winding through the forest<br />Standing tall, drinking in her waters<br />she becomes part of me<br />and I become part of her,<br /><br />Connecting in circles<br />stillness and calm meet<br />motion always circulating.<br />I stand here, a tree<br />beside a beautiful river.<br /><br />She creates photographs<br />capturing moments of reflection.<br />Pieces of time to share<br />opening links to remembering<br />beauty and life's magic.<br /><br /><br /></div>tommyluckehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893235209054794304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167543190394750610.post-39720813064139675002009-01-25T18:50:00.000-07:002009-01-25T19:21:36.347-07:00Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVTsmiFcsMQ2LBveYFNI_TJAKKq1KrXwUv01Hz3mRZ0WTLSoZ_06eGo3JlsjfIO8LXNhfefWO62eQW6o0p7FX3eEzyzAkOxSvMZtHnO-zr4be8hPfjFEbpZBWBA0JIkCbHaG5dbzDUrptU/s1600-h/blog+love.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVTsmiFcsMQ2LBveYFNI_TJAKKq1KrXwUv01Hz3mRZ0WTLSoZ_06eGo3JlsjfIO8LXNhfefWO62eQW6o0p7FX3eEzyzAkOxSvMZtHnO-zr4be8hPfjFEbpZBWBA0JIkCbHaG5dbzDUrptU/s400/blog+love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295418689849928146" border="0" /></a><br />Love is like the river<br />able to reflect sunlight on its surface<br />accepting snow without resistance<br />the river continues to flow and turn.<br /><br />Jump in it washes over<br />carrying the body with purpose<br />moving forward without a backward glance<br />teaching lessons we all must learn.<br /><br />Love has no beginning--<br />meandering from an eternal source<br />as a river twisting along<br />imprinting its mark upon the land<br /><br />Love shapes us and keeps us growing<br />we may try to resist it of course<br />but we'll find its currents too strong<br />for us to ever make a stand.<br /><br />Love has no end--<br />destination being part of the journey<br />as the river merges with the sea<br />it continues to circulate<br /><br />As freshwater and saltwater blend<br />moving forward beyond eternity<br />our love will forever be<br />which is what makes us great.<br /><br />We have the ability to understand<br />that obstructions and river teeth<br />can never stop the flow,<br />we travel forward, going around,<br /><br />filling up if the way's been dammed,<br />seeking passage on currents beneath.<br />Love has the power to help us go<br />when those we love return to ground.tommyluckehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893235209054794304noreply@blogger.com2