tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56533355444016011282024-02-19T03:14:54.384+00:00Unfold Your Own Myth'Don't be satisfied with the stories that come before you...
Mevlana Celaleddin RumiSisterJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02873624518389704137noreply@blogger.comBlogger347125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653335544401601128.post-12104131587834203242017-01-27T20:59:00.003+00:002017-01-27T22:24:51.841+00:00Found draftI fell so deeply in love
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So Deeply into Beauty and Hope
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Into the most delicious sensation
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Of life in flowing roaring force
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Through the heart of my self
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singing again and again your name
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To be illuminated
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to see so clearly
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into corners of possibility
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into the tiny folded pieces of dreams
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put away in a subtly empty world
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Remembered and welcomed
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in the safety
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Your face
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Your Smile
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Your voice
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Is intoxicating
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I am drunk with falling
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into and into and into
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You and us
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Seeing Beauty at every lightly dizzying turn
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becoming all the delight
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every thought and sense
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Your delicate and perfecting design
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and I am grateful to see
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Such Beauty
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<br />SisterJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02873624518389704137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653335544401601128.post-74859604861391174432015-10-28T22:18:00.001+00:002015-10-28T22:20:42.978+00:00Mooji - The Laughter<div style="text-align: center;">
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SisterJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02873624518389704137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653335544401601128.post-6109039200474734392015-09-28T11:21:00.002+01:002015-09-28T11:21:28.226+01:00Like this <br />
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walk as you talk <br />
teach as you do <br />
do as you learn <br />
learn as you walk.<br />
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Author unknown.SisterJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02873624518389704137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653335544401601128.post-47165997823000738342015-09-21T10:11:00.000+01:002015-09-29T11:48:44.848+01:00WritingWriting gives us back our voice<br />
When our tongue has been sold<br />
Into service of society<br />
Into service of moral constructs<br />
And family agreements<br />
Writing<br />
In its silent flow<br />
In its secret meditation<br />
Threads a delving line<br />
Attaching us to<br />
Deepest layers of the moment<br />
Untangling thought locks<br />
Opening perception doors<br />
Drawing out our TruthSisterJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02873624518389704137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653335544401601128.post-31231184698910733632015-09-13T12:58:00.002+01:002015-09-29T11:50:50.343+01:00Golden Garden<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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A 3hr live stage body paint at QQW<br />
Model: Vanessa Archer<br />
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<br />SisterJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02873624518389704137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653335544401601128.post-8847925135924857692015-08-27T15:59:00.001+01:002015-08-28T00:30:57.759+01:00LightSo grateful to remember<br />
To be able to call to my fractious mind<br />
The re-memberance<br />
Of You,<br />
Of the exquisite golden brilliance;<br />
Your love.<br />
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Grateful to patch together<br />
the sensation of my fear of unworthiness<br />
and it's own irrelevence<br />
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Grateful to remember your light<br />
Your Love<br />
Creating <br />
Everything I am<br />
Everything I can know<br />
Everything I can conceive<br />
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re me<br />
re ember SisterJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02873624518389704137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653335544401601128.post-17499064928429510032015-08-27T15:46:00.000+01:002015-08-27T15:46:54.882+01:00Thank YouThank you for your Beautiful Grace<br />
The patient loving insistence<br />
Of the delicate call to be<br />
Filled with <br />
Your Heart<br />
Your Light<br />
Your Grace.<br />
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My love<br />
Sings to you<br />
Dances you <br />
Gratefully floods<br />
Washing away<br />
Who I was<br />
In my humble loving.SisterJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02873624518389704137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653335544401601128.post-18625346441999077372015-02-11T21:40:00.001+00:002015-02-11T21:40:16.030+00:00Self ♥ Papaji's Poem Performed by Satyashanti<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HeltUIpflq4" width="480"></iframe>SisterJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02873624518389704137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653335544401601128.post-82671813114859051962015-01-21T19:07:00.001+00:002015-01-21T19:08:36.396+00:00Gayatri Mantra Tina Malia<br />
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Oṃ bhūr bhuvaḥ svaḥtát savitúr váreṇyaṃbhárgo devásya dhīmahidhíyo yó naḥ pracodáyāt<br />
Oṃ bhūr bhuvaḥ svaḥtát savitúr váreṇyaṃbhárgo devásya dhīmahidhíyo yó naḥ pracodáyāt<br />
Oṃ bhūr bhuvaḥ svaḥtát savitúr váreṇyaṃbhárgo devásya dhīmahidhíyo yó naḥ pracodáyāt<br />
Oṃ bhūr bhuvaḥ svaḥtát savitúr váreṇyaṃbhárgo devásya dhīmahidhíyo yó naḥ pracodáyāt</div>
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Let us honor the unity of Divine Spirit<br />
that pervades all realms of existance:<br />
the earth, the atmosphere and the heavens.<br />
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May That most brilliant Divine Light<br />
protect us, sustain us<br />
and illuminate our consciousness<br />
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that we might realize<br />
our inherent goodness,<br />
our inborn divinity<br />
and our unity with All That Is.<br />
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By this knowledge may our actions be inspired<br />
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SisterJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02873624518389704137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653335544401601128.post-79370053922887591622014-02-28T20:16:00.003+00:002014-12-26T15:52:33.088+00:00When I was that age<br />
I was longing so hard<br />
Straining to have fun<br />
To reach out<br />
to touch<br />
and be touched<br />
Yearning to be witnessed<br />
and explored<br />
To be found and catapulted<br />
Into the honey sweet piquant peak<br />
of some sunrise ecstasy<br />
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I see their lives<br />
flooded with opportunity<br />
awash with beauty<br />
and wonder if they are<br />
as There<br />
as every ingredient invites them to be?<br />
Or are they where I was?<br />
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If I stepped in now,<br />
off my quiet shore,<br />
Solid in my love, <br />
In through the froth and playfulness<br />
Could I dive in to that sunrise<br />
Or would I be waiting, all over again,<br />
to be swept?<br />
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Life ticks over in mundane ways<br />
The ever repeating arguments<br />
That take up half the day<br />
The piles of things, wrappers, washing<br />
laying in the way of peace;<br />
Of pause without thought<br />
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Is a mother<br />
Always twice the age<br />
Of every other?<br />
I see two years here, four there, feel ancient.<br />
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Actually ancient sounds good<br />
Feels clean, honest, honed and wisdom worthy.<br />
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I am crumpled laundry faded with dust SisterJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02873624518389704137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653335544401601128.post-16659448078477331432014-01-18T21:06:00.003+00:002014-01-18T21:09:22.020+00:00Part of my gathering 'what I've been up to's has had me returning to October's Breast Cancer Awareness body painting jam and I think it was my favourite event of the year...this is it:<br />
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<br />SisterJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02873624518389704137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653335544401601128.post-28741857607926422592014-01-16T23:01:00.002+00:002014-01-18T00:01:48.477+00:00We are halfway through January and I am taking quiet time. I am hampered by having an only half functioning right hand, but also quite intentionally taking time to try and work out a healthy balance between my little business and the rest of life (and some relaxation:P,I am here working at 22:30 but I did have a massage today:P)<br />
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December became such a blur as I attempted to run an advent giveaway calendar through my facebook page and bit off way more than I anticipated work wise...I missed one of my regular things, a quarterly giveaway, supposed to have happened 20th December.<br />
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Last year the December giveaway didn't happen as I had no names to put on the list. the names come from contibutors of pictures, reviews and the such. This year the list is taking some compiling.<br />
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Compiling my list of contributors from the last three months has led me through some amazing memories and it prompted me to take time to look back through 2013 as a whole. I worked pretty much constantly, often functioning at the very edge of what was sanely possible for me (and those around me) for days on end to see a project through, only to take a breather for a second before having to step up to the next festival/party/photo shoot/charity event on the list.<br />
It has left me with quite a year to look back on! <br />
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Of course all the while trying to book-keep, facebook, website manage, advertise, stay insured, order stock, produce stock, keep learning, provide excellent customer service...let alone raise two boys and try to fit in some life.<br />
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Off to finish the list and maybe create a 2013 hi-lights thingy:) xxSisterJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02873624518389704137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653335544401601128.post-48008937518465121962014-01-12T22:29:00.001+00:002014-01-12T22:29:12.071+00:00Aready the days and evenings are beginning to return into a garbled string of internet information where each thought and remembering of something I need to do leads me further into the ever tangling internetty spaghetti...and somehow my house looks the same!SisterJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02873624518389704137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653335544401601128.post-27742529392479384882014-01-11T01:07:00.001+00:002014-01-11T01:07:15.406+00:00Softly and gradually the year begins to come to life.<br />
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I am still quite peaceful and the pace is quite slow, a few bookings already for later in the year and a handful for the next few weeks.<br />
I am spending time clearing the house and my art spaces, watching tutorials, aiming to keep a mellow pace and playing with paint a little.<br />
I am hopefully imagining getting out paper and pencils, but remember the exact same hope at the beginning of last year so am trying to carefully focus the energy into providing the space to easily do so. <br />
I enjoyed tentatively painting small faces and a couple of grown ups at a friends 5th Birthday today with my half working hand. It has slowed me down a bit and it was quite awkward to do things from some angles, but some pretty faces came about and a wonderful rainbow Spidey face.<br />
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More happens than it feels like and it's hard to imagine right now how much I must get done when the pace of life seems so fast and insanely full as it has been the last couple of years with frequent weeks of ticking off checklists from 7am til 3the next am. hmmmmm. SisterJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02873624518389704137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653335544401601128.post-48642036086129263302014-01-09T01:16:00.002+00:002014-01-09T01:16:53.428+00:00I want to do something with this post<br />
http://hopewitch.livejournal.com/5578.html<br />
can't move on and close the window without logging it somewhere.It's rough but holds quite a lot of something I'd like to turn and polish like a stone into something clean and flowing yet solid.SisterJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02873624518389704137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653335544401601128.post-52493436032514755642014-01-08T21:51:00.000+00:002014-01-08T21:51:12.247+00:00I'm loving reading through old entries and my youngest is enjoying it too!:D I don't seem to take photos much when I am not blogging, so it's been sweet to look back.<br />
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I am beginning to suspect that I have to do the google+ thing in order to follow other blogs now? I am out of touch with functionality...and also considering tumblr, but perhaps that can be for work and this for me:)...though to be fair I love my work enough that much of it is all I want to do!:)<br />
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I have many pieces of writing that I want to bring into the present, to have them within reach, in sight and easy to focus on for a while...<br />
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We'll see :D<br />
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Big KissesSisterJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02873624518389704137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653335544401601128.post-58127127637862687182014-01-05T23:55:00.000+00:002014-01-06T00:00:13.057+00:00Just a bit tiredOne of my last posts was a mention that I was learning to face paint...the slideshow is gone, the platform defunct no doubt, in the time I have been missing from my beautiful blog space. I have been working hard.<br />
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My retrievable blogs go back to this time of year in 2005...they spread across three livejournal accounts, myspace, and a few other defunct spaces...old ning communities and the such and I am aways so grateful to find myself again in their pages...to shortcut to glimpses of having had time enough to reflect on, learn from and record my life.<br />
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I need them right now. I need to remember that I have that space...how to re-find that essential time.<br />
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It is a usual state for me around now...this year, knowing how tired and lost in work I have become for the last two years, I hope to remain.<br />
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The last two years I have worked so solidly. The first year still being a childminder with all the busyness and paperwork that involves, as well as creating, building and nuturing JuliaArts, my face and body art business. 2012 was so busy that at the end of it I surrendered my childminding business to concentrate on JuliaArts...JuliaArts was 2 years old by then and I thought I understood what would be coming next, how things would grow, and how I needed to be able to commit more time to it.<br />
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In truth I had very little idea<br />
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I have learnt masses in the last few years, so much that my mind boggles at it all.<br />
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I have experienced so much personal change too as to not even know where to begin.<br />
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But this is what I yearn for, to come back here, to write and record and explore. To express just for the random rambling pleasure of it, to enjoy the growth and expansion of who I am as I discover and rediscover.<br />
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To explore and relish in others' shared word worlds and grow through the communication.<br />
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And maybe to hide from facebook <br />
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<br />SisterJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02873624518389704137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653335544401601128.post-79117312609897484622011-06-25T11:16:00.004+01:002011-07-13T18:51:35.749+01:00Where it existsPerfection cannot last<br />
Erosion is a truth of life<br />
Beauty is<br />
Sand worn<br />
Water softened<br />
Polished by the windSisterJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02873624518389704137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653335544401601128.post-48442653342489446962011-04-02T03:17:00.003+01:002011-06-25T11:47:14.922+01:00Learning to Facepaint :D<div><div align="center"><embed align="middle" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=2233785415203423315&site=widget-53.slide.com" name="flashticker" quality="high" salign="l" scale="noscale" src="http://widget-53.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" style="height: 320px; width: 400px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></div></embed><div style="text-align: left; width: 400px;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=2233785415203423315&map=1" target="_blank"><img border="0" ismap="ismap" src="http://widget-53.slide.com/p1/2233785415203423315/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=2233785415203423315&map=2" target="_blank"><img border="0" ismap="ismap" src="http://widget-53.slide.com/p2/2233785415203423315/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=2233785415203423315&map=F" target="_blank"><img border="0" ismap="ismap" src="http://widget-53.slide.com/p4/2233785415203423315/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /></a></div></div>SisterJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02873624518389704137noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653335544401601128.post-48965082196659001652011-03-06T10:45:00.000+00:002011-03-06T10:45:57.517+00:00<i><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">We are moments<br />
We are Specks of space<br />
Encapsulated in the physical<br />
We rise gracefully<br />
No matter<br />
How we do it</span></i><br />
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I watch the fast<br />
Distort the most<br />
Beautiful teardrops<br />
Upside down<br />
Rushing<br />
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They lift my heart<br />
From sadness<br />
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I wait and watch<br />
The slow perfections<br />
Of the smaller<br />
Over taking<br />
Taking slowly<br />
Continuous increments<br />
Toward the Surface<br />
Joining<br />
All they always were.SisterJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02873624518389704137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653335544401601128.post-25569483693271936272011-01-25T11:26:00.001+00:002011-01-25T11:30:17.672+00:00The flaw with words•"The flaw with words is that they always make us feel enlightened, but when we turn around to face the world they always fail us and we end up facing the world as we always have, without enlightenment. For this reason, a warrior seeks to act rather than to talk, and to this effect, he gets a new description of the world—a new description where talking is not that important, and where new acts have new reflections."<br /><br />-CastanedaSisterJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02873624518389704137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653335544401601128.post-2124856965783035212011-01-18T23:39:00.004+00:002011-01-20T22:07:59.967+00:00Deep RootsSomething so balanced<br />so hefty and solid<br />In the practice<br />Of health<br />And Good Love<br /><br />I am a spinning top<br />A learning Bean<br />Changeable<br />Mutable<br />and Growing<br /><br />Thank you<br />For bringing me<br />Deep lessons<br />For Deep learning<br /><br />I pray to sink<br />Myself and my core<br />again and again<br />into Deep Root Spaces<br />to Grow Healthy<br />and Balanced<br />Hefty and Solid<br />and blossom into<br />Good LoveSisterJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02873624518389704137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653335544401601128.post-37284827186449466082011-01-17T10:38:00.002+00:002011-01-18T23:55:59.935+00:00I am here<br />where I become something of sand<br />something of dust and clay<br />dry and crumbling slowly<br />As life's winds erase me<br />waiting<br />for your breathSisterJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02873624518389704137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653335544401601128.post-45104626210019686182011-01-17T02:37:00.003+00:002011-01-17T03:04:45.795+00:00remebering :DI am missing blogging<br />missing the pictures<br />the wisdom<br />the capturing<br />the exploring<br /><br />So I am beginning not with writing<br />but with remembering<br /><br />and admitting that I always type remembering<br />as remebering<br />and that there is a really obvious clue to reality in that:P<br /><br />I start with<br /><a href="http://sisterjulia.blogspot.com/2008/10/peek-boo.html">this</a><br /><a href="http://sisterjulia.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-i-was-lying.html">this</a><br /><a href="http://sisterjulia.blogspot.com/2009/10/busy-doing-loving.html">this</a><br />and <a href="http://hopewitch.livejournal.com/72690.html">this</a> last one took me by surprise...how close to the end of 2009 I had felt like that...as it happens by December 2009 I hit just over 15 stone in weight, and it was one of the happiest most freeing moments in my life:D...and I pretty much instantly lost three stone in response! Go figure:P<br /><br />Big LoveSisterJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02873624518389704137noreply@blogger.com0