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Day 176: Speak Not of Angels

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Washington July 2012

Speak Not of Angels

Speak not of angels
Or saints
Or masters or teachers
Speak not of mind
Or matter
Or virtue, or sin
Speak only of heart
And opening
Of divine power
Gracing your presence
From within
As the world is seeded
By thoughts and perception
Thusly are you rooted
To this world
Take caution in what is drawn up
Into you
From the soils made
Neither of whole, nor truth
Instead choose sky
In its emptiness
And vastness
As the embers of the all-embracing
Transform your vision
Be gone all doubt, destitute, and destruction
In place, welcome warmth
Healing rays of gratitude
Know what is
What was
And what will be are naught
For all is
And nothing more
To look beyond
Is to be the sailor searching
For willows and porcupines
Whilst at open sea
To be searching for no-otters
No creatures of sea
While immersed in water
This is how you seek
For the existence of not
When All is about you

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by Samantha Craft

Washington July 2012

My brain is so quirky….This is the song I can’t get out of my head tonight. lol

Day 174: Best Birthday Surprise Ever

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When I came home from my birthday massage, I arrived to find

Please read all signs

…both stairways blocked with signs and tape.

I ducked under and climbed the stairs.

I arrived at the door and read these signs taped to the screen door.

Happy Birthday Mom We Love You

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Knock. Then wait for one minute.

To the left on the railing were chips and fresh water!

The chips were covered with a paper towel….a surprise for me!

I knocked.

There was a timer, so I would be sure to wait one full minute.

I heard: “You can come in now!”

I opened the door to a neatly wrapped laundry basket.

And out popped…

My youngest boy!!!!

Shouting “Happy Birthday!”

And throwing messages in the air!

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By Far the Best Birthday Surprise EVER!!!!!

Wouldn’t you agree?

Day 173: My City by the Bay; Pacific Grove, California

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My great-grandparents came to the Monterey Bay Area in Northern California in 1906. My Nana worked in the canneries my Nano was an Italian fisherman. They were Sicilian. Photos of some of my relatives can be found at the Monterey Bay Aquarium. I consider the town of Monterey and Pacific Grove my home. I was raised here for many of my childhood years and graduated high school in this area. Here are some photos I took of Pacific Grove during my recent trip in July 2012. I was able to see a good friend and two of my aunts during the visit. I had a joyous time. Very healing. Thankful for photos, as I am all talked out, after staying up until about 1:30 am every night of my trip, chatting it up with relatives.

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We stayed in this 1915 house that has been converted into a hotel.



Along Lover’s Point


Very friendly and trusting gull


I walked all three days for an hour around the sea.


Sea lions basking in the fog.


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I like this photo of the seagull.


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Tree outside out hotel. How old, I wonder?

Pacific Grove 2012

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me taking a photo of me in the hotel room
Happy Face

And the song I cried to often when I had to leave Pacific Grove and move to the East Coast…..only to return some eight months later…had I only known…

Day 168: A Time of Zero

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Washington 2012
Nature Trail
“All truly great thoughts are conceived while walking”

Friedrich Nietzsche

“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.”~ Rachel Carson

“There is new life in the soil. There is healing in the trees for tired minds and for our overburdened spirits, there is great strength in the hills, if only we will lift up our eyes. Remember that nature is your great restorer.” ~ Calvin Coolidge

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the wind longs to play with your hair.” – Kahil Gibran

“Rivers and rocks and trees have always been talking to us, but we’ve forgotten how to listen.” – Michael Roads

“The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely, or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature.” ~Anne Frank

Time of Zero

Nocturnal spirit

 Split

Blanketed in thankfulness

Rests beside self

One to the other

Connected

Time erased

Young child weeping

Tear catcher

Smiling

Living in thought’s forest

A time

Of zero

When all was

When silence whispered secrets

And babe of the evergreen

Opened to discovery

Beneath the giggling trees

Illusion vanished

The puzzle box picture

The patterned pieces

Scattered

Until invisible

And the corridors of phantom’s dreams

Released fully

With angelic breath

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Sam Craft June 2012

Day 165: A Place of Love

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“When I say to you, ‘You are lovely’,  you do not believe me, because of the blemishes you know so intimately;  but those blemishes are the scars  of your sufferings and they shine out of your soul,  radiating beauty,  the way the daisies do in the long summer grasses. So when I say to you. ‘Even with closed eyes, I still see how beautiful you are’, it is true. Believe it. Believe it.” ~ Rumi

I am a sculptor, a molder of form.

In every moment I shape an idol.

But then, in front of you, I melt them down

I can rouse a hundred forms

and fill them with spirit,

but when I look into your face,

I want to throw them in the fire.

My soul spills into yours and is blended.

Because my soul has absorbed your fragrance,

I cherish it.

Every drop of blood I spill

informs the earth,

I merge with my Beloved

when I participate in love.

In this house of mud and water,

my heart has fallen to ruins.

Enter this house, my Love, or let me leave.

~ Rumi

“Your inner teacher says: ‘Come closer.  Be faithful to the tree that you are.  Like last year’s leaves,  shed the old stories,  the ache of unfulfilment,  the pain of separation  from yourself. Follow the fool’s tracks.   He turns himself inside out   and upside down   and all for smiles,   all for laughter,   that splits paradigms   and shakes you to your roots. Come inside.   Summer is a wild rose,  though only  for a little while,   but your heart is  a rose for all seasons   and wild   for love. Do not be afraid to be  heart to heart  with yourself.”’ ~  Rumi

“The Master sees things as they are, Without trying to control them.  He lets them go their own way,  And resides at the center of the circle. He or She understands that the Universe  is forever out of control,  And that trying to dominate events Goes against the current of the Tao.  Be content with what you have;  Rejoice in the way things are. When you realize there is nothing lacking,  The whole world belongs to you.”  ~ Tao Te Ching

A summer’s walk in the Great Northwest
photos by Sam Craft