Any caterpillar who tried to "know himself" would never become a butterfly. ~André Gide
"I'm a boot-ee-full butterfly" ~ Toy Story
I saw another wooly Slug last week-end and when I pointed him out to everyone, they all wanted to kill him. I scooped him out of harms way using a Magnolia leaf. Yes, they will sting the molasses out of you, but everything...even those things in life that are painful or not so pretty, has it's place
Yes, she is crying and no more than an hour old here. Born with a broken collar bone, she enters the world wiser...they say that which doesn't kill us, only makes us stronger and I can tell already this little bundle of love has one strong spirit.
'She looks Asian.'
'She looks Puerto Rican'
'She looks like Buddha.'
'She looks like me'
She is all of these things, and some. We are as one... Love Grows.
Welcome to the World, our latest little link in the circle of love.
Where there is love there is life.
Mohandas Gandhi
A baby is born with a need to be loved - and never outgrows it.
Frank Howard Clark
Sister Sing and I sat on the phone to the wee hours of the night...
singing Love Songs to one another...
dreaming up the best barefoot beach boots a girl could own...
laughing until we had tears streaming down our cheeks...
making our little dreams into realities...
"some people want to fill the world with silly love songs..."
We agree.
Life is too short and...
Life is too long.
Yep, we 
totally agree.
We can't afford to do what we want...
but we can't afford not to.
Barefoot boots and festival dresses...
tambourines and sand dollars...
tan-lines and laugh-lines...
An island of ten days...
Escorted by the Heron...
Reminded by the Cardinal...
Gifted by the sand-dollar...
and the doves that lay inside
Peace & Love ... it is a sand-bar
and it waits there for me
for Kimbies and Sing...
Digging our toes right in...
Peace & Love...
The beach, the blues, my sisters & my dogs...
Sweet tea, the river, brick roads & peacocks...
Heath bars, old cars, kaleidoscopes & floating docks...
Butter, bacon, bra-less days & back massages...
Homemade donuts, bamboo windchimes & heart shaped rocks...
The giggles, the butterflies, the sensation of flight...
A good nights' sleep...
Tickled memories...
Things that are meant to be...
I leave you with another video from John Michael Rose. This time it is some of his original work. He has come a long way since I first met him jamming at a small hole in the wall bar when he was maybe 16 years old. Feel free to leave him feedback on YouTube or MySpace, as he loves to hear what people think and feel. (If you go to his Myspace, he has a gorgeous version of Bell-Bottom Blues)
Peace & Love People
Hippies, Gypsies and Pixies for Peace... Worker Bees, Hummingbirds and Butterflies... Living, Loving & Learning...
We were all about looney. Individual, distinct & separate personal hells. Hell bent and determined. These girls just wanted to have a moment of peace, a moment of fun. We knew we could take that moment & run, run, run.
We tripped over sprinkler heads, lawn chairs, long dresses and our very own feet, but we kept on running.
We crashed. We crashed into each other, the surf, the sand, skinny's 'home-made' game & eventually into bed.
We saw the midnight sky pull the clouded pink sheets
back for the moon to rise and we watched the sun lift her covers, then bury her head again before breaking out for the day. Following their cue, we stayed up till 4am, arose at 6am and took naps at 8am.
We danced in the courtyard, down at the Tiki, in the mist machines, in the moonlight and in the rain. We pretended we were the rhythm section of the band and everyone played along. We met no strangers and knew no enemies.
The circle o
f love, I discovered isn't round. It's like the ocean. It has riptides that suck you in when it's time to get close and pushes you out when it's time to spread your wings. It has tentacles that keep you tethered no matter how far you roam. It leaves little reminde
rs at your feet, in the sky and in the reflections you see. With every crashing wave, the shores change a wee bit, but the ocean remains the same...always there, always welcoming and with a power and force greater than man or any machine he could ever make. 'Home is Where the Waves Crash.'
We stayed the week then we decided to stay one more day. May the circle remain unbroken. Starfish & Sand dollars. Peace & Love.
While Away ... Escaping to the Beach for a week with my kick-ass sisters, I thought I 
would leave you with something soulful, inspirational, funky & fun.
And then I thought 'Nah, save the mush for an after midnight drunken chat with your sisters.'
So then I thought I would leave you with some carefully picked out tunes like I did last year, but realized I am too scatter-brained, too excited & too exhausted to narrow my quest for the perfect song down to one.
Finally, I decided I would just leave some sort of rambling from a childhood memory, but really I am too busy dealing with the here and now and too pumped up thinking about the next few days to look back for a New York second.
So, I simply leave you with proof that 'I Am Free,' as evidenced by the fact that I am wearing the shirt that I bought FOR Sister Sing...at least this way, I know I'll not forget it like I dreamed I did last night. I thought about even tossing my swimsuit on underneath, but stuffed it in the glove compartment along with my flashlight, granola bars & camera instead.
Almost 2 am & I should be there by 11am...when the Tiki Bar opens!
Until Next Time...Peace & Love People!
Mother's Day is coming upon us.
I hope that it is not considered slack of me to link back to this wonderful picture of my own mother.
My love & admiration of her is as timeless & priceless as the photgraph.
Peace & Love to All of You Out There
May You All be Blessed with Unconditional Love.
Soulful Sister Singleton is at the beach this week-end with her middle daughter, preparing the sands for things to come.
Sweet Sister Kimbies is back on the chemo, but holding her own, surrounded by the good love of her daughters and grand-daughters,until we can all runaway together to the beach next month.
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