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Remembering through story, landscape, and the sacred. Narrative life-leadership coach, story consultant, curator
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There is a divine language that lives in our hearts-spirits-bodies. The language of birds, a.k.a green language or langue verte, carries this radiant love ~ light foward. While I am not 'religious' in the traditional sense, Mary Magdalene spoke of this sacred flame.

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Veriditas! The age of descruction is obsolete. In celebration of diversity and beauty. We (humans) have become so distorted and ill. We have the power of dissent. Our exuisite planet deserves reverance and gratitude.

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Today, I was reminded of the patterns of the Mississippi river. Our psyche wonders and meanders. We do not progress in a straight line. Our bodies, emotions and language fold and unfold in space-time-imagination. We appear and dissappear in dimensions of the soul (water-air-land)

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beautiful autumn. my favorite season. the colors. the air. the decaying world of mystery.
Andrea Kowach, Artist

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Temporary Abundance, 2014
Artist: Sarah Stein
An artist who explores language, memory, perception, time, uncertainty, invisibility and the subjective line. Stein delves deep into explorations around form, shape and the unknown.

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Heart of a Warrior: Wisdom, Forgiveness, Sacrifice, Compassion, Humility, Humor, Love, Courage.
Artist: ThunderVoice Eagle

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"So what do we do? I suggest we go back to our love: our love of nature, of humanity, of our children, of future generations. Because when we love something deeply, we are compelled to act -- to save it when it is threatened." ~ Clare Celeste

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Cueva de las Manos (Cave of Hands), Santa Cruz province, Argentinia. 11,000 to 7,000 BC. The cave is located in the valley of the Pinturas River. These hand paintings are considered the most famous in the Patigonian region.

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Suzanna Moxley, Conservatory
The dreams that appear in our solitude do not solely exist in the confines of those rooms or in our sleep. Our dreams are fertile and awakening in each moment of daylight. We are always meeting neglected places of beauty.

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Suzanne Moxhay, Diorama
"In these oddly artificial places, there is a paradoxical crossover between the representational conventions of the theatre and the immersive reconstruction of a real scene." https://t.co/pR3IdHipyl

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