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  • I bind myself today to the Holy Powers: Their hands to guide me, Their wisdom to teach me, Their ears to hear me, Their words to give me speech, my heart always to love Them. —Galina Krasskova
  • "Not to hurt our humble brethren in fur, feather or fin, is our first duty to them, but to stop there is not enough. We have a higher mission: to be of service to them whenever they require it.” ~Francis of Assisi
  • Tikkun Olam (roughly translated, I understand, as Heal the World)
    “It is not incumbent upon you to complete the work, but neither are you at liberty to desist from it.” –Rabbi Tarfon.
  • "And the Bastard grant us, in our direst need, the smallest gifts: the nail of the horseshoe, the pin of the axle, the feather at the pivot point, the pebble at the mountain's peak, the kiss in despair, the one right word. In darkness, understanding." -- Paladin of Souls by Lois McMaster Bujold
  • "There's a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious-makes you so sick at heart-that you can't take part. You can't even passively take part. And you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop. And you've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you're free, the machine will be prevented from working at all!" - Mario Savio
  • "They tell us that we live in a great free republic; that our institutions are democratic; that we are a free and self-governing people. That is too much, even for a joke. ... Wars throughout history have been waged for conquest and plunder... And that is war in a nutshell. The master class has always declared the wars; the subject class has always fought the battles." —Eugene Victor Debs
  • i do it for the joy it brings / because i am a joyful girl / because the world owes me nothing / and we owe each other the world / i do it because it's the least i can do / i do it because i learned it from you / i do it just because i want to / because I want to —"Joyful Girl", Ani DiFranco
  • "Nothing living should ever be treated with contempt. Whatever it is that lives, a man, a tree, or a bird, should be touched gently, because the time is short. Civilization is another word for respect for life." - Elizabeth Goudge, author of The Joy of the Snow

Sigrdrifa's Prayer

  • Hail to the Day / Hail to Day’s Sons / Hail to the Night and her Daughters / With loving eyes look upon us here / And bring victory to those who have gathered / Hail to the gods / Hail to the goddesses / Hail to the mighty, fecund Earth / Eloquence and native wit bestow on us / And healing hands while we live

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Art Dolls

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    My imaginary friends.

Artist Trading Cards

  • Goddess front
    A sampling of my ATCs. Some available for trade, as noted.

Beadwork

  • Where two rivers join waits Death, crowned with roses
    Mostly pins, with some other oddments.

Journal Quilts

  • Bubba's Quilt
    8.5" x 11", approximately, quilts to explore various ideas.

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Friday, 11 August 2006

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kai naconi

Now who is THIS charming cutie? You can sit in MY chair ANYTIME! You AND Mr. Schmoodge!

whaleshaman

LOL!

anita

This is Mr. Poozle (whose given name is Little Horse, because he walks like one sometimes: both legs on one side, then the other. Strange even for a cat!). His mother Ocie (Outside Cat, hahaha) was the next-to-the-last stray who adopted us, then turned out to be pregnant when it was Too Late To Do Anything About It . . . he has three sisters, Kali, Jane and Serena, aka Little Bit; and Brownie, who died of kidney failure last year. (You see why we have twelve cats . . . apparently there is some sort of visible-only-to-cats sign on our gatepost: "Stop here. No dogs! They put out food! They'll even let you in the house if you stay long enough!!") He's lovely and lush, like petting gray velvet. He spends most of his time in the underbrush above the driveway, guarding against incursions by the Evil-Cat-From-Next-Door . . . but John caught them playing the other day; when Mr. Poozle saw him looking, he immediately puffed out and hissed and spit at the other cat (a gorgeous brindle and white longhair, who might possibly be part Maine Coon by his looks, and who has no sense of property lines—but what cat does?), so we wouldn't think he was letting anyone else on the property. And whenever I take out the trash (all the way to the end of the driveway), he comes down and follows me out and back, talking all the way. Just to make sure I don't get into any trouble, I guess.
Never a dull moment . . .

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