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I am a student of the woods,

daughter of the earth

My clocks are set to the rhythm of the wind

I dwell in the currents of love

My inheritance is the wisdom of the skies

And … I want for naught

©heartsdeesire

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Today’s Affirmation

Today may I know deeply

the blessing I offer

in this world

just in being myself

*and*

May I also know and recognize

in every instant the Universe

continually beams blessings upon me.

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It’s a good day to go God-ing today.  Seeing, being the God within you.  The Universe loves to knock itself out for you and equally adores you noticing the gifts it lays at your feet today.

One large pin oak tree has about 400,000 leaves waving at you today.  If you listen carefully, you can hear the lyrics of their music.

Come hither we shall show you the Universal wisdom contained in the art of a tree gracefully waving in the breeze. We move and bend with it.  Bring your face closer to my trunk and I will whisper pearls from the moon shared with me last night.

Come even closer now, open your ruby throat so that I may pour the pureness down it, awakening you to a thousand ripe and golden suns.  This is who you are.

Had you questioned who you are?  Know this: who you are is love inside.

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When your father dies, say the Irish,
you lose your umbrella against bad weather.
May his sun be your light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Welsh,
you sink a foot deeper into the earth.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Canadians,
you run out of excuses.
May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the French,
you become your own father.
May you stand up in his light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Indians,
he comes back as the thunder.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Russians,
he takes your childhood with him.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the English,
you join his club you vowed you wouldn’t.
May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Armenians,
your sun shifts forever.
And you walk in his light.

~ Diana Der-Hovanessian ~

Thanks to my friend, Amy Callan, for sending me this.

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