It is all the same to me

Blue Star Iron Pour from Mark & Angela Walley on Vimeo.

It had been a while since I had checked in. This beauty of a Vimeo Video awaited me by Mark and Angela Walley.

It is all the same to me. I am in the background watching with bated breath, the pour. Fire refines and casts a shape that cannot be easily changed until the flame is lit again.

Thy dangerous flame I miss

Thy heat is long felt and broken upon my skin

My only hope is that one day

Thy fire, water, earth will mix with wind

To produce my felt desire to be with you

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Be small not big

I think I would combust if I had a four to six digit following. My brain is fast adapting to multi-complex communications in shades of social as I know yours is too.

Fragments shatter every thought and my thinking becomes your public domain. Pieces are available on the open market for further morphing …. ask Keira she will tell you….~ff

break through

River

visible and invisible

just showing you the beginning of this funky thing because im getting my mind around working with the most hazardous and poisionous materials ive ever touched but then working with humans is much more dangerous this metal is softer than you can imagine—human flesh is harder

in looking after babies boys and brothers one builds up immunity a callous for the betterment of soul and body

so what im saying is in your softness become tough in your beauty become rough in your heart make art

use beauty to heal not harm

Words

Quote of the Week

Posted: 15 Feb 2010 03:21 AM PST

Whenever we need to make a very important decision it is best to trust our instincts, because reason usually tries to remove us from our dream, saying that the time is not yet right. Reason is afraid of defeat, but intuition enjoys life and its challenges.

Unlike amour

the way to go is to put on the armour (Canadian spelling) every day, I say armor (American spelling), the word is similar but unlike amour….

Im talking the “metal coverings formerly worn by soldiers or warriors to protect the body in battle”….

helmet—breastplate or chestplate—belt—shield—sword of the Spirit—feet fitted with peacethe absence of hostility

so that’s what I do, occasionally when Im lax I forget momentarily but I always return to the armour ‘cuz Ive learned I need it while here on the planet in the 21st century

let me tell you the cool thing is you meet others—who are suited up and have ridden for a long while

those others come just in the nick of time usually when you are in a ditch by the dyke

amour reappears

—Freyja~Frigg, ww