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Greetings from the World of Film, here in Atlanta, Georgia.
The idea of a blog emerged at my brothers' suggestion. Thank you Harold D Watson and Bruce C Carr.
There is something quite exciting walking into the oldest theater in Atlanta, and rubbing shoulders with all the people engaged in the film. The Plaza Theatre. https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=1&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=0ahUKEwjA-vuJqfjLAhXFdD4KHdPdBQkQFggeMAA&url=http%3A%2F%2Fplazaatlanta.com%2F&usg=AFQjCNHkO9E0wn3I5okacy5hfdJIKqjTCw&sig2=bnK58xUTS0-KfVKlssg1bg
I am the scribe of our experiences, Sandra fw Beaty, attending the festival with a combination of friends: Nancy, Yvette, Phyllis, John. We are middle age professionals profoundly curious about life and expanding our personal knowledge.
Simple objective: See as many films as possible.
Review all the film options and plan a schedule. 2 or 3 or 4 films a day. ..or maybe only 1. No pressure.
We purposely choose films with the cue "talent in attendance". This indicates that the director, editor, videographer, actors, screen writer, et al, will move up front after their film, talk about their work and encourage the audience to ask questions. It's so insightful. Some films shock us, disturb us, surprise us, yet all of them teach us about humanity.. Film is such an engaging media.
Now on to the films we've seen.
Our first one!
WOOL Other Wordly fibers 85 minute collection of 6 short films.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt5078408/ GWilliam a horror movie
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt4815884/ La Fabbricazione a horror movie
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3685048/ Zelos sci fi of all this held us calmly in interest
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt4018686/ Carnal Orient oh my... another horror movie
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt4372422/ The Quantified Self a sci fi (we waited next to the twin girls from the movie and entered the theatre together) It was all up front and close.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt4671082/ Boniato horror, supernatural
Synopsis: We were aghast with much blood, killing, bizarre events, disturbing story line. However, in fairness to the talent demonstrated in this film grouping, each piece held us in our seats, was executed (pardon the pun) with creative camera skill, special effects, informative script where there was relevance, and the actors were very good. Casting did an overall great job with these matches. We however, had no idea the film genre was horror/scifi and quite unsettling. Had we used the ImDB web site prior we would have chosen another grouping. Yet, we now have insight into the popular ghoulish and horror component so strong in the movie industry within our society. We gained insight into a passion that drives film makers to build a story line underneath the visible gore and bizarre plots. The shock factor was powerful to us. Experience is a teacher. Now we know.
Taking a break from the blog. 2 more movies tonight. hugs, s
Tuesday, April 5, 2016
Saturday, September 18, 2010
forward and onward creatively.
(btw, I am here for the week alone, as John had to return to the states to work. He returns tomorrow This has been good for me… )
Saturday morning here in Arles sur Tech. I am momentarily back in my apartment after a brisk walk to my favorite bakery. Out of croissants! Boo hoo. However I am provided an opportunity to try something new! OMG. A flat pretzel shape philo dough, filled with raisins and peach jam. I will have to share this find with John or anyone else who will listen. With a soft boiled egg and coffee, ma petit dejeuner est complet. Of course, each time I leave my apartment, I must practice confidence with the tongue of French.
This confidence is a strange quality to grab hold of. I’m seeing that when one is placed in a new environment, where many of the supports of daily life are in the absent mode, then other supports need to be created or developed.
Teresa and Pierre are wonderful supports. I try to keep a balance so as not to over stretch their kindness. So far, all is rolling along smoothly. We both respect each other; that is important. (And I try not to lean on John too much either).
So, with a sure place to dock if I need one, T & P’s garden is, as I have said before, exquisite. Perhaps they will allow me a picture or two. I also want to photograph several of the Catalan design floor tiles throughout their home. These will be paper cuts or paintings as they are given new life with my materials.
Confidence develops differently for me here. This time- place reality where I find myself is so interesting in itself. Being in another culture peaks curiosity and stimulates my growth especially when I s t r e t c h.
For one tiny advancement, I find my ear is becoming more tuned in to the French… the Catalan French… that is here in Arles. Confidence grows as I make a purposeful intent to step beyond my comfort zone. It ain’t easy.
An example: Yesterday, 2 women stopped and asked me if I knew where a certain doctor was? Hmmm, I don’t think so. However, I was able to direct them to the Bureau of Tourist Information. Then I proceeded on to the Marie to deliver a message I had carefully written in French with requests about my community installation.
Popping back outside, I once again meet the 2 women. I asked them if all was ok finding the doctor. OH MY. I was totally unprepared for the earful I received. It was tragic, terrible, horrible, et al, that the clinic does not have the doctor they seek. Listening to them for a few moments, letting them air their frustrations, I gave a comment. In a few words I expressed that I had hoped the result would be happy, different. Their countenances changed dramatically. They responded with how kind I am, etc etc. Then we wished each other a good journey and we separated. I could hear their conversation as we separated, and the vibration of their words was more positive.
It is big for me to have to become a good listener (and I thought I was! What did I know?). I must listen carefully to grasp what others are saying. So I am learning. I feel good about this.
There are many such tales and I do not wish to bore you. Instead I do wish to make a personal observation:
Tuning into the world around me with acceptance that my French is not fluent takes off
the pressure that I must be perfect. I am then freer to use the tools I have to
communicate.
Can you imagine how good this feels?
Nope, not ready to run out and totally be swamped, but I take a “little by little the bird builds its nest” approach.
I have driven on many S curve roads, up hills and down. I have followed Pierre or Teresa who drive rapidly on these roads and have safely expanded my driving skills. Confidence grows with the doing.
Let’s see, Spirit has been teaching me Patience, and now Confidence.
I do not know what my next lesson will be. Check back.
Energy of Love and Wisdom flourish.
I am honored.
I am nourished.
Blessings on your day.
Sandra Faye
Saturday morning here in Arles sur Tech. I am momentarily back in my apartment after a brisk walk to my favorite bakery. Out of croissants! Boo hoo. However I am provided an opportunity to try something new! OMG. A flat pretzel shape philo dough, filled with raisins and peach jam. I will have to share this find with John or anyone else who will listen. With a soft boiled egg and coffee, ma petit dejeuner est complet. Of course, each time I leave my apartment, I must practice confidence with the tongue of French.
This confidence is a strange quality to grab hold of. I’m seeing that when one is placed in a new environment, where many of the supports of daily life are in the absent mode, then other supports need to be created or developed.
Teresa and Pierre are wonderful supports. I try to keep a balance so as not to over stretch their kindness. So far, all is rolling along smoothly. We both respect each other; that is important. (And I try not to lean on John too much either).
So, with a sure place to dock if I need one, T & P’s garden is, as I have said before, exquisite. Perhaps they will allow me a picture or two. I also want to photograph several of the Catalan design floor tiles throughout their home. These will be paper cuts or paintings as they are given new life with my materials.
Confidence develops differently for me here. This time- place reality where I find myself is so interesting in itself. Being in another culture peaks curiosity and stimulates my growth especially when I s t r e t c h.
For one tiny advancement, I find my ear is becoming more tuned in to the French… the Catalan French… that is here in Arles. Confidence grows as I make a purposeful intent to step beyond my comfort zone. It ain’t easy.
An example: Yesterday, 2 women stopped and asked me if I knew where a certain doctor was? Hmmm, I don’t think so. However, I was able to direct them to the Bureau of Tourist Information. Then I proceeded on to the Marie to deliver a message I had carefully written in French with requests about my community installation.
Popping back outside, I once again meet the 2 women. I asked them if all was ok finding the doctor. OH MY. I was totally unprepared for the earful I received. It was tragic, terrible, horrible, et al, that the clinic does not have the doctor they seek. Listening to them for a few moments, letting them air their frustrations, I gave a comment. In a few words I expressed that I had hoped the result would be happy, different. Their countenances changed dramatically. They responded with how kind I am, etc etc. Then we wished each other a good journey and we separated. I could hear their conversation as we separated, and the vibration of their words was more positive.
It is big for me to have to become a good listener (and I thought I was! What did I know?). I must listen carefully to grasp what others are saying. So I am learning. I feel good about this.
There are many such tales and I do not wish to bore you. Instead I do wish to make a personal observation:
Tuning into the world around me with acceptance that my French is not fluent takes off
the pressure that I must be perfect. I am then freer to use the tools I have to
communicate.
Can you imagine how good this feels?
Nope, not ready to run out and totally be swamped, but I take a “little by little the bird builds its nest” approach.
I have driven on many S curve roads, up hills and down. I have followed Pierre or Teresa who drive rapidly on these roads and have safely expanded my driving skills. Confidence grows with the doing.
Let’s see, Spirit has been teaching me Patience, and now Confidence.
I do not know what my next lesson will be. Check back.
Energy of Love and Wisdom flourish.
I am honored.
I am nourished.
Blessings on your day.
Sandra Faye
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Arles sur Tech
Beware…. Reading this may cause eyelids to droop giving resonance to snores, sending panic alarms to small children and neighbors. Pictures may fall off walls!
My intent with this blog is to inform family and friends about our great adventure. Travel as part of this adventure does not always transpire in the manner in which it is planned. However, we are here in Arles sur Tech and enjoying all it provides us. May you find pleasure in our journey starting with that first leg of the trip.
We said no to Barcelona. Rather it said NO to us. The flight filled (ATL to BCN) and we couldn’t get on. Darn! I hate it when that happens!
hmmm, What next? And, where was our luggage? All my art materials, clothes, et al? Did it go onward to BCN? Yep, we were a bit tense.
Be mindful, I am married to an airline dispatcher with a PLAN B. We weren’t stranded and could head back to the little East Point, GA home to regroup.
Our plan B was to fly out in the morning from ATL to CVG (Cincinnati) and then from CVG to CDG (Charles DeGaulle, Paris). Crazy, but it worked business seats and all. Phew!
Arriving at 6 a.m., French time, our bodies were feeling rather beat up.
AND we were amazed that 3 pieces of luggage arrived! We went to the Air France agent and somehow she saw that the forth luggage
was on the JFK to CDG flight. Rather than our waiting for it to arrive, she had it placed on flight to Perpignan, near our final destination. We did indeed pick up that last
valise as advised. AMAZING.
Meantime we had a big distance to drive. Somehow grabbing a flow of energy, we rented a car and took turns driving southward.
Neither of us has driven down through so many regions of France. Breathtaking panoramas and so much open space. The mountains with steep uphill and downhill grades and curves
were a little tough to navigate in our little red Twingo. This car lacks any amount of power to climb but whizzes on the declines.
Anyway, we drove from Paris to a little town in the Auvergne after almost 8 hrs on the road. We are not wimps! But we were ready to stop.
OMG I love this region of France! Spacious land, high mtns, and deep valleys, wide rivers. Also, great food. I ate my first real Rocquefort cheese. Nothing compares to its smooth
texture with its totally gentle composite of flavor and cream. I am such a fan! Pork is big here also. Each region has its own style. I never thought we might be pork connoisseurs.
Sleeping soundly in a little hotel, jet lag still chased us. We found our way back to the highway in the morning! Some rainy weather made the skies and mountains even more
dramatic but did not slow us down. Somewhere in our future is the dream that we will once again drive from Paris to the south of France, allowing ourselves at least 3 days for this
journey. We passed many exits that hold our imaginations. La prochaine temp j’espere.
Onward driving until mid-afternoon, we arrive in Arles sur Tech. Meeting Teresa and her husband Pierre was calm and very natural. We found their home by going to the Marie (town
hall) and asking where they lived. They both are kind and gracious. Their home is beautiful. It’s their garden that I enter to connect to the wifi.
Arles sur Tech is truly in a part of France we know little about. The Catalans maintain their culture through their own language, foods, wines, songs, customs and festivals. The
Catalan sausages are not seasoned, or if so, is very gently. However, the honey! It comes in 3 forms (that I know of): mild-strong, strong, and way beyond my taste buds.
We bought a Catalan honey cake, jar of honey (mild strong) and goat cheese at the local market yesterday. Each has tastes that are not what we are familiar with. I love adventure.
So this morning with my coffee, I toasted several pieces of honey cake, buttered it and honeyed it. Ah, now we’re talking. It’s very filling, dense and honey sweet, almost like a
cardamom or a curry of some sort. I taste very different flavors because of the garrigue, the kinds of flowers and herbs that grow in the wild. I liked my little breakfast.
Yes, I am doing my art. I have one new piece ready for final touches. And Teresa and I have met with the Mayor and he has approved a community project that came to me. The
bench outside the dining room window is occupied each afternoon by 3 elderly Catalans. They meet to gossip, chat with whoever walks by to find out the latest news. This is a
daily event. I can set my watch to it. So a bench plays a part in my proposal to the mayor. I want to paint that bench in Catalan designs, having seen their weaves and colors
throughout the area. The Mayor likes this idea and wants the 3 benches in front of the Town Hall painted instead. I had to draw up my proposal and he likes it. He said the bench in
front of the church (and out my window) may be seen as sacred and should not be painted. Teresa’s comment to me later is that “Art is sacred.” I like this woman! Anyway,
Teresa and I will do the Marie benches together. One of them will be the Catalan colors: red and yellow, while the others will be many colors. There will be pictures of the entire
process.
Hopefully your eyes are still open and you haven’t dozed off. You were forewarned.
As I said earlier, my intent in today’s blog is to catch you up and fill you in on a few details. Done.
I plan to write shorter blogs from now on that deal with the art process, coupled with personal kinds of interactions. Also pictures are important.
Sending big powerful thoughts and energy to you all,
Sandra
My intent with this blog is to inform family and friends about our great adventure. Travel as part of this adventure does not always transpire in the manner in which it is planned. However, we are here in Arles sur Tech and enjoying all it provides us. May you find pleasure in our journey starting with that first leg of the trip.
We said no to Barcelona. Rather it said NO to us. The flight filled (ATL to BCN) and we couldn’t get on. Darn! I hate it when that happens!
hmmm, What next? And, where was our luggage? All my art materials, clothes, et al? Did it go onward to BCN? Yep, we were a bit tense.
Be mindful, I am married to an airline dispatcher with a PLAN B. We weren’t stranded and could head back to the little East Point, GA home to regroup.
Our plan B was to fly out in the morning from ATL to CVG (Cincinnati) and then from CVG to CDG (Charles DeGaulle, Paris). Crazy, but it worked business seats and all. Phew!
Arriving at 6 a.m., French time, our bodies were feeling rather beat up.
AND we were amazed that 3 pieces of luggage arrived! We went to the Air France agent and somehow she saw that the forth luggage
was on the JFK to CDG flight. Rather than our waiting for it to arrive, she had it placed on flight to Perpignan, near our final destination. We did indeed pick up that last
valise as advised. AMAZING.
Meantime we had a big distance to drive. Somehow grabbing a flow of energy, we rented a car and took turns driving southward.
Neither of us has driven down through so many regions of France. Breathtaking panoramas and so much open space. The mountains with steep uphill and downhill grades and curves
were a little tough to navigate in our little red Twingo. This car lacks any amount of power to climb but whizzes on the declines.
Anyway, we drove from Paris to a little town in the Auvergne after almost 8 hrs on the road. We are not wimps! But we were ready to stop.
OMG I love this region of France! Spacious land, high mtns, and deep valleys, wide rivers. Also, great food. I ate my first real Rocquefort cheese. Nothing compares to its smooth
texture with its totally gentle composite of flavor and cream. I am such a fan! Pork is big here also. Each region has its own style. I never thought we might be pork connoisseurs.
Sleeping soundly in a little hotel, jet lag still chased us. We found our way back to the highway in the morning! Some rainy weather made the skies and mountains even more
dramatic but did not slow us down. Somewhere in our future is the dream that we will once again drive from Paris to the south of France, allowing ourselves at least 3 days for this
journey. We passed many exits that hold our imaginations. La prochaine temp j’espere.
Onward driving until mid-afternoon, we arrive in Arles sur Tech. Meeting Teresa and her husband Pierre was calm and very natural. We found their home by going to the Marie (town
hall) and asking where they lived. They both are kind and gracious. Their home is beautiful. It’s their garden that I enter to connect to the wifi.
Arles sur Tech is truly in a part of France we know little about. The Catalans maintain their culture through their own language, foods, wines, songs, customs and festivals. The
Catalan sausages are not seasoned, or if so, is very gently. However, the honey! It comes in 3 forms (that I know of): mild-strong, strong, and way beyond my taste buds.
We bought a Catalan honey cake, jar of honey (mild strong) and goat cheese at the local market yesterday. Each has tastes that are not what we are familiar with. I love adventure.
So this morning with my coffee, I toasted several pieces of honey cake, buttered it and honeyed it. Ah, now we’re talking. It’s very filling, dense and honey sweet, almost like a
cardamom or a curry of some sort. I taste very different flavors because of the garrigue, the kinds of flowers and herbs that grow in the wild. I liked my little breakfast.
Yes, I am doing my art. I have one new piece ready for final touches. And Teresa and I have met with the Mayor and he has approved a community project that came to me. The
bench outside the dining room window is occupied each afternoon by 3 elderly Catalans. They meet to gossip, chat with whoever walks by to find out the latest news. This is a
daily event. I can set my watch to it. So a bench plays a part in my proposal to the mayor. I want to paint that bench in Catalan designs, having seen their weaves and colors
throughout the area. The Mayor likes this idea and wants the 3 benches in front of the Town Hall painted instead. I had to draw up my proposal and he likes it. He said the bench in
front of the church (and out my window) may be seen as sacred and should not be painted. Teresa’s comment to me later is that “Art is sacred.” I like this woman! Anyway,
Teresa and I will do the Marie benches together. One of them will be the Catalan colors: red and yellow, while the others will be many colors. There will be pictures of the entire
process.
Hopefully your eyes are still open and you haven’t dozed off. You were forewarned.
As I said earlier, my intent in today’s blog is to catch you up and fill you in on a few details. Done.
I plan to write shorter blogs from now on that deal with the art process, coupled with personal kinds of interactions. Also pictures are important.
Sending big powerful thoughts and energy to you all,
Sandra
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
A morning meditation
Today in morning meditation I enter my interior castle with Theresa of Avila a spiritual mystic from the 1600's. Ok, she is not physically with me. In a sense I meditate and visualize at the same time giving my prayerful encounter greater life than just word prayers. Carolyn Myss , a modern day spiritual teacher, intuitive, and teacher, has given me knowledge and honor for Theresa. http://www.randypeyser.com/myss2.htm
Sometimes I hang out with Kali, the Hindu Black Woman Goddess. http://hinduism.about.com/od/hindugoddesses/a/makali.htm She can be ruthless and cut deep into turmoil to bring to light the truth. She also has a very defensive mother spirit. Kali is physically strong, no nonsense, ruling with her sword. Do check her out.
Kali is very opposite Theresa of Avila. However, as I lean toward archetypal as a means of understanding the world, I gather qualities from many role models within many cultures.
Today it is Theresa with whom I enter the sacred interior of myself. She welcomes me with a voice softly spoken.."welcome, come often to this place of calm."
Together in my visualization we cross a stone bridge into a large well lit room. Cozy. Simple. Central is an altar.
Quite instantly the concept of an altar expands. It expands beyond my preconceived idea of Christian, Hindu, Buddhist or any religion's altar. Here's how I have come to understand the concept of altar.
Altars are sacred places. It is where we hold dreams, creativity, family, friends, love, emotions, talents, joys & sorrows. Hence, our lives. An altar is not a place. It is everywhere.
Archetypically, the altar speaks to remind us of sacredness. Let us expand the concept of altar. Could not our homes become sacred altars. Our property. Nature around us. Our cars? I do believe this is paradigm of truth. Neighborhoods, towns, cities... our country... Can we begin to visualize the world as a sacred altar to the power and possibilities of humanity? Our DNA? The Universe?
I saw my concept of altar also holds ME. I am sacred. Holy. The spirit of infinite love and gratitude resides in me and flows through me. OH my. What power am I not open to?
Will the zen of this experience all too soon be forgotten? How do I keep this holy moment in time as a touchstone when I return to the hard scrabble days of noise and activities?
I saw to prepare metaphoric altars around me so as to be reminders of the sacred, the life force, the energy that flows, the I am. These "little altars" need not be altars such as can be touched. They may indeed be a planted flower, a particular shirt, a perfume, a candle. Each eyed with reverence or admiration. Gratitude for a silent place in the woods, a song, a poem. To create a work of art, write a letter, dream. A cup of coffee with a friend. Dancing, moving, reading. These are all altars to the sacredness of life.
May you discover the awareness of the sacred in your life. Create and nurture the powerful you.
Place this thought on your altar: If you could be guaranteed of success, what would you want to do with your life?
namaste.
Sometimes I hang out with Kali, the Hindu Black Woman Goddess. http://hinduism.about.com/od/hindugoddesses/a/makali.htm She can be ruthless and cut deep into turmoil to bring to light the truth. She also has a very defensive mother spirit. Kali is physically strong, no nonsense, ruling with her sword. Do check her out.
Kali is very opposite Theresa of Avila. However, as I lean toward archetypal as a means of understanding the world, I gather qualities from many role models within many cultures.
Today it is Theresa with whom I enter the sacred interior of myself. She welcomes me with a voice softly spoken.."welcome, come often to this place of calm."
Together in my visualization we cross a stone bridge into a large well lit room. Cozy. Simple. Central is an altar.
Quite instantly the concept of an altar expands. It expands beyond my preconceived idea of Christian, Hindu, Buddhist or any religion's altar. Here's how I have come to understand the concept of altar.
Altars are sacred places. It is where we hold dreams, creativity, family, friends, love, emotions, talents, joys & sorrows. Hence, our lives. An altar is not a place. It is everywhere.
Archetypically, the altar speaks to remind us of sacredness. Let us expand the concept of altar. Could not our homes become sacred altars. Our property. Nature around us. Our cars? I do believe this is paradigm of truth. Neighborhoods, towns, cities... our country... Can we begin to visualize the world as a sacred altar to the power and possibilities of humanity? Our DNA? The Universe?
I saw my concept of altar also holds ME. I am sacred. Holy. The spirit of infinite love and gratitude resides in me and flows through me. OH my. What power am I not open to?
Will the zen of this experience all too soon be forgotten? How do I keep this holy moment in time as a touchstone when I return to the hard scrabble days of noise and activities?
I saw to prepare metaphoric altars around me so as to be reminders of the sacred, the life force, the energy that flows, the I am. These "little altars" need not be altars such as can be touched. They may indeed be a planted flower, a particular shirt, a perfume, a candle. Each eyed with reverence or admiration. Gratitude for a silent place in the woods, a song, a poem. To create a work of art, write a letter, dream. A cup of coffee with a friend. Dancing, moving, reading. These are all altars to the sacredness of life.
May you discover the awareness of the sacred in your life. Create and nurture the powerful you.
Place this thought on your altar: If you could be guaranteed of success, what would you want to do with your life?
namaste.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Second OMG what am I doing?
Actually... I am really ok. The idea of writing, sharing ideas, art, stories and life lessons has been bubbling up inside for a while.
Every day, preferably in the morning, I meditate. That much-written-about-energy begins to flow and I feel it in my hands especially. Did you know energy swooshes and moves almost like water in the ocean. Spirit? Life force? Chi? Dunno, only that it's here..and it's free. Good thing as trying to keep expenses low makes me view spending with new eyes. It's called F R U G A L. Oh, back to the topic: My thoughts and heart and mind open to some pretty cool insights. They just seem to drop in. We hang out for a while together, spirit and I. Breathing deeply, calmly. sigh. Good way to start a day. Mostly I just relax, listen, breathe. Pray. But in a way that expands. It's not like begging. More like intention for highest good.
Funny, I feel sort of fumbly as I type. Maybe I will try a meditation direct to the computer. It would probably blow the computer to pieces. Not really, but you visual thinkers, imagine it! lol
For my life until the fall, I was a busy busy girl. Things have changed dramatically. Enter John. He takes care of us very well. I wear an entirely different schedule. My hours are basically my own (unless John is home from work and then he dispatches activities). lol
As you imagine, I have much time to expand parts of me that I never knew existed. And how I love this exploration. I am extremely grateful to be in this time - space reality. It'll be so good to have you join me here.
Enough for now. I promise to bring in some things I've been learning. There is so much.
I am working on page 4 of a children's book. Slow process of illustration, but I like the results. It's hard to be disciplined when I'd rather go outside. pshaw.
sandra
Sunday, January 17, 2010
My first post
Let it be known, I have begun. A journey of a thousand miles...and all that sort of thing.
The compelling reason for my doing the blog thing is I have something to say. Certainly. Truly. Honestly.
As I move in my day, ideas, dreams and wishes for the world, play around in my head and heart. It feels like it needs sharing.
I know we have life spirit within. I know we are connected through spirit. So my meditations, thoughts, art and way of life ripple into your world. Maybe that's why you've shown up here.
I desire us to honor our power. Share our stories. Laugh. Think. Live with purpose. Love. Create.
Wouldn't it be great if conversations from around the globe began taking place here? What a thought!
I plan to share personal insights, websites, music, art, as well as listen and learn from you. I fully don't know what I am doing except that I feel a strong motivation to do this. So, join me. Come along.
With great love,
Until soon..... Hugs, Sandra
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