tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61134329677803383162024-03-20T04:36:03.063-04:00ON THE EDGE OF IMAGINED BOUNDARIESFinding sparkles of meaning in daily momentsVicky Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823629096862855051noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113432967780338316.post-76548793678744919432013-10-09T23:56:00.000-04:002013-10-09T23:56:15.213-04:00Pointing at the Moon Goddess<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Segoe Print; font-size: small;"><b>The
Moon Goddess</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-size: small;">
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<span style="font-family: Segoe Print; font-size: small;"><b>I
am She </b></span>
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<span style="font-size: small;">
</span>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="font-family: Segoe Print;"><b>Who
reflects the sun's gold</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Segoe Print; font-size: small;"><b> In
her mirror of silver-white light;</b></span></div>
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</span>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="font-family: Segoe Print;"><b>Whose
waxing and waning face</b></span></span></div>
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</span>
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<span style="font-family: Segoe Print; font-size: small;"><b> Marks
the movement of months;</b></span></div>
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</span>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="font-family: Segoe Print;"><b>Whose
perfect timing</b></span></span></div>
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</span>
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<span style="font-family: Segoe Print; font-size: small;"><b> Swells
the ocean, then</b></span></div>
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</span>
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<span style="font-family: Segoe Print; font-size: small;"><b> Subsides
the tides.</b></span></div>
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</span>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-size: small;">
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<span style="font-family: Segoe Print; font-size: small;"><b>I
am the Goddess</b></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;">
</span>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="font-family: Segoe Print;"><b>Who
rules emotional seas, and</b></span></span></div>
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</span>
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<span style="font-family: Segoe Print; font-size: small;"><b> Oceans
of feelings;</b></span></div>
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</span>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="font-family: Segoe Print;"><b>Who
dives deep</b></span></span></div>
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</span>
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<span style="font-family: Segoe Print; font-size: small;"><b> Into
unconscious waters;</b></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;">
</span>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="font-family: Segoe Print;"><b>Who
shines her light of love</b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;">
</span>
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<span style="font-family: Segoe Print; font-size: small;"><b> Into
your Soul's dark nights;</b></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;">
</span>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="font-family: Segoe Print;"><b>Who
points to the Source</b></span></span></div>
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</span>
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<span style="font-family: Segoe Print; font-size: small;"><b> Of
starlight ever present</b></span></div>
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</span>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="font-family: Segoe Print;"><b> In
the wonder that is YOU!</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Segoe Print; font-size: small;"><b>I
am She, the Goddess, the Moon.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Segoe Print;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Segoe Print;">"The Moon Goddess"</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Segoe Print;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Segoe Print;">Collage and Poem </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Segoe Print;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Segoe Print;">Copyright ©</span>
2013 by Vicky Lynn Macchione</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">I wanted to write poetry</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></b></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
I wanted to write poetry:</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
poems profound</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
insight-full illuminations (from Spirit)</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
Soul psalms</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></b></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
I wanted to write words that</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
mattered, meant something, made minor moments magical</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
words that</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
moted and e-moted</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></b></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
Instead I wrote worth-doubting words
</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
(of suspect standing)</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
halting, stilted, and stunted
</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
from their birth in my overthinking mind</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
words I forced into awkward positions</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
that fell flat (dull) in the speaking, in the reading</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
despite my arrogant attempts</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
to make them stand upright</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
to make them impressive, recognized, and loved</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></b></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></b></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">I wrote phrases--lacking merit--</span></b></span>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;"> that gloried in their tenacious triteness</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
that took pride in their hollow sounds and misplaced images</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
that were falsely satiated in their pitiful emptiness</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></b></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
I chose subjects less mystical and more mediocre:</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
mundane moments making efforts to be miraculous</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
trying but failing to intelligently and intuitively show</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
rhythm and flow,</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
depth and light,</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
substance and Soul</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></b></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Yes, I wanted to write poetry.</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
Instead I wrote this. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Copyright © 2012 by Vicky Lynn Macchione</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The
Soul's Estate</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Have
all the words been written</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">That
prescribe a Soul's estate?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Has
Destiny chiseled an eternity</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Firmly
fixed in the greedy grasp of Fate?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Do
Inner Lands--fields, hills, and moors</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Exist
and even grow?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Or
does a finite rule restrict</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">The
inheritance of a Soul?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Does
the Soul's estate possess</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">One
simple, solitary goal?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Or
does the Universal stream</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Offer
profuse purposes as it flows?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Where
is the Will and Testament</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">That
allots the Soul its wealth?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Who
is the Timeless Testator</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">From
whom the Essential is dealt?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">And
if one chooses to disregard</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">The
existence of a Soul,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Is
the inheritance claimed</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">By
Disbelief to pay that costly toll?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Does
the Soul's estate exist</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Or
is it impossible to find?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Each
answer creates the experiences</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">That
pave the landscapes of a life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Copyright <span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">©</span> 2012 by
Vicky Lynn Macchione</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Note: </span></span></b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The background of the photo collage above was taken from a work of art by the talented artist Dorothy Fagan. You can read more about her and see her lovely paintings on her <a href="http://licensing.dorothyfagan.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">web site</a>.</span></span></i> </span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I am what I wanted and I want what I am."</span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">-- Meister Eckhart </span></span>--</i></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>"Illuminated Blossoms" Inspired Mandala © 2013 by Vicky Lynn Macchione.</i></span></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i> </i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>All Rights Reserved. </i></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>(Click on the image to see it larger.)</i></span></span>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>An
"Inspired Mandala" is a mandala that I created from one of my original
photos, which serves as the background for the mandala and to which I
add an inspirational quote. </i></span></b></span></div>
Vicky Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823629096862855051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113432967780338316.post-32224356240792720892013-08-12T10:18:00.001-04:002013-08-12T10:19:19.402-04:00SON-Light<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
"You have no need to travel anywhere -- journey within yourself.</div>
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Enter a mine of rubies and bathe in the splendor of your own light." </div>
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add an inspirational quote.</span> </i></span></b>Vicky Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823629096862855051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113432967780338316.post-4845609994915600222013-08-09T00:00:00.002-04:002013-08-09T01:03:08.094-04:00Summer Surprise<div style="text-align: center;">
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"Inspired Mandala" is a mandala that I created from one of my original
photos, which serves as the background for the mandala and to which I
add an inspirational quote. </i></span></b>Vicky Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823629096862855051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113432967780338316.post-36457639712551901242013-07-31T06:00:00.000-04:002018-04-03T21:38:23.274-04:00A Daughter Remembered: One year later<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jewelie Anne Mendenhall </span></div>
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March 31, 1976 - July 31, 2012<br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Before </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />Before
you were their daughter, granddaughter, niece,</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">sister,
cousin, aunt, friend, lover; </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Before
all the joys of first times and </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">the
traumas of teenage tension;</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Before
the agony of forever trying and </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">the
rewards of accomplishments hard-earned;</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Before
all the hurts and confused communications</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">that
lived between us;</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Before
all my missteps, </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">those
of an inexperienced mother </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">who
wasn't sure and didn't know,</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">(who
herself walked with insecurity and fears </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">that
she masked with bravado);</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Before
all your beliefs and perceptions of being </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">unloved
and unlovable, </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">those
that colored every relationship you had</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">those
that became the foundation for one brief life;</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Before
every experience that you lived </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">for
36 years, 4 months:</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You
were me and yet not me,</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You
were mine and yet your own.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Within
me</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You
started, </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You
grew, </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You
lived</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">With
flutters of being and kicks of awareness.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Until
that day when you were not content to stay inside</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">the
close cocoon I supplied,</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And
were delivered, </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">emerging
expectantly into this bright, glaring existence </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">we
call Life.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And
so it began.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Until
it ended:</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A
cocoon of pain</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Woven
around you</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Your
decision made</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A
final word:</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Please."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And
one day in August</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You
were delivered again</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Into
another inevitable existence</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Into
the still, silent womb of another Mother</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Who
holds you now</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Until
Forever.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">But
before all of that . . .</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You
were mine.</span></span></div>
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© 2013 by Vicky Lynn Macchione.</span></span><br />
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Vicky Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823629096862855051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113432967780338316.post-58315876352721130262010-07-02T14:48:00.000-04:002010-07-02T14:59:12.201-04:00Seeking OneselfAs far as I know, no one who knows me knows about this blog, so I feel much freer about writing what I want here. My other blog is about my art and I share my poetry, although not many people read that one either. But this one is about my feelings and the boundaries I want to break free of!<br /><br />Lately I have been feeling extremely frustrated with people and myself. Actually, the fact that I am frustrated with anyone means I am frustrated with myself. I am tired of those who want to be right or think that they are enlightened and have arrived and want me to pay for the privilege of knowing them. I am tired of the fact that I am impressed by those people and fail to see who I really am, who we all really are. I am frustrated with the way people treat me and the way I allow them to treat me, as evidenced in a dream I had yesterday in which someone was urinating on me! What a telling dream.<br /><br />I decided to write this post and just put it out there. None of this is a catastrophe except for the fact that if I find peace with myself the the world is more peaceful. But for right now, I am letting the frustration be here and realize that it is here to show me something that I need to know and to give me a door to the peace I want.<br /><br />--Vicky :o)Vicky Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823629096862855051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113432967780338316.post-49044250898073153362010-04-03T12:57:00.001-04:002011-09-26T18:11:55.031-04:00Spring bursts its boundaries<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rVrDJwAZEk/S7dzvqgtBkI/AAAAAAAAA2o/U_3URTXidPE/s1600/Spring2010_N.jpg" rel="lightbox"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455956736285148738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rVrDJwAZEk/S7dzvqgtBkI/AAAAAAAAA2o/U_3URTXidPE/s320/Spring2010_N.jpg" /></a><br /><div>First crocus we found several weeks ago. Michel snapped a picture with his phone camera and I created this Spring Mandala yesterday.</div><div> </div><div>--Vicky Lynn :o)</div>Vicky Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823629096862855051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113432967780338316.post-77670558590470026782010-03-25T22:24:00.000-04:002010-03-25T22:55:53.343-04:00Winter Holds On!The first day of Spring was March 20. And, it really seemed that Spring had arrived in Montréal. I had already seen crocus and most of the snow was melted. How quickly that changed! On Tuesday, Winter stretched forth her frigid hand, coating the trees and bushes with a layer of ice and sprinkling snowdust all around.<br /><br />After putting on my boots and layers of clothes, I went outside to take some photos. Here is a picture of the ice coating one of the trees in my neighborhood.<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rVrDJwAZEk/S6wdIdSTWLI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Wq8CT2NJSSI/s1600/WintersLastStand-027.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452765279976380594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rVrDJwAZEk/S6wdIdSTWLI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Wq8CT2NJSSI/s320/WintersLastStand-027.jpg" /></a><br />And here is the digital mandala I made from the photo. I call it "Winter's Last Stand." (I hope that's the last we will be seeing of snow!)<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rVrDJwAZEk/S6wdABPZoRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/JyOI4O6D4Q0/s1600/WintersLastStand_N.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452765135009063186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rVrDJwAZEk/S6wdABPZoRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/JyOI4O6D4Q0/s320/WintersLastStand_N.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rVrDJwAZEk/S6whyrLaTTI/AAAAAAAAA2g/m5Ku6hmexAU/s1600/WintersLastStand-detail_N.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 173px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452770403306589490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__rVrDJwAZEk/S6whyrLaTTI/AAAAAAAAA2g/m5Ku6hmexAU/s320/WintersLastStand-detail_N.jpg" /></a>As I looked closely at this mandala, I discovered six of Winter's fairies around the center snowflake, each holding the holy seed of Spring, offering renewal and rebirth. I have enlarged the section so you can see them, too.</p><p>I LOVE making these mandalas because they always reveal shapes and identities I never expected to find.</p><br /><p>--Vicky Lynn :o)</p><br /><p></p><br /><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;">"Winter's Last Stand" Digital Mandala<br />Created using Photoshop<br />Copyright © 2010 by Vicky Lynn Macchione<br /></span></em></p>Vicky Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823629096862855051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113432967780338316.post-20473822978489179852010-03-18T00:28:00.000-04:002010-03-18T00:44:17.865-04:00Now about boundaries...I have been thinking a lot about boundaries, especially in light of what I have named this blog. <br /><br />While we all live within boundaries, are they real and where do they come from? We have all seen pictures of the earth from space and we know that there are no "lines" marked that indicate counties, states, provinces, regions, countries, etc. Yet, we all live by those "invisible" lines, don't we? (Just think about the last time you travelled outside your own country if you believe those lines are not real.) <br /><br />And then there are the boundaries between us and other people or between us and all other beings or objects, animate or not, that share this planet. There are physical boundaries and emotional boundaries. Are there also mental and spiritual boundaries? Are any of these boundaires real or are they all imagined? <br /><br />Do we define our boundaries or do we let others do that for us? If we define them, what does that say about us, our belief systems, our connection? If we don't define them, what does that signify for us and for others?<br /><br />What about your boundaries? Are you in this world or is this world within you? Are you in your body or is your body inside whatever you are truly made of, that eternal part? Do boundaries even exist?<br /><br />I have been thinking about boundaries lately...Vicky Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823629096862855051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113432967780338316.post-39619390246228034572010-03-05T23:27:00.000-05:002010-03-06T00:15:36.236-05:00The dwelling place of happiness<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rVrDJwAZEk/S5HZwm1jo9I/AAAAAAAAA14/GztCMYcK_lg/s1600-h/N_Happiness-03032010.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445372853549769682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rVrDJwAZEk/S5HZwm1jo9I/AAAAAAAAA14/GztCMYcK_lg/s320/N_Happiness-03032010.jpg" /></a></div><p align="center">Where does <em>Happy</em> dwell?<br />Where does <em>It </em>reside?<br />Is there a quiet space,<br />A place, for It to hide?<br />From us humans<br />who seek It,<br />desire It,<br />make deals with It<br />so that It will always abide,<br />with <em><strong>US</strong></em>.<br /><br />If <em>Happy</em> could tell<br />us where It longs to rest and dwell,<br />where would be that sweet abode,<br />that quiet, silent space<br />It could call Its own,<br />It could call Home?</p><p align="center">Would <em>Happy</em> simply say<br />to each of us who struggles each day<br />to find It and make It remain;<br />Would It simply say:<br />"Your Soul is my domain,<br />my resting place,<br />my truest home"?</p><p align="center">What would <em>Happy</em> say?</p><p align="center">--Vicky Lynn :o)</p><p align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">"Happiness dwells" collage<br />Copyright © 2010 by Vicky Lynn Macchione<br /></p></span></em><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p>Vicky Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823629096862855051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113432967780338316.post-11504054975820060742010-03-03T09:48:00.000-05:002010-03-03T11:48:37.642-05:00Wisdom Longing to Tell<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rVrDJwAZEk/S454TCro8kI/AAAAAAAAA1w/sQlLuVh0LCM/s1600-h/N_WisdomLongingtoTell_03032.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444421268070265410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rVrDJwAZEk/S454TCro8kI/AAAAAAAAA1w/sQlLuVh0LCM/s320/N_WisdomLongingtoTell_03032.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rVrDJwAZEk/S453C1QEwWI/AAAAAAAAA1o/aaX3-DXwI2c/s1600-h/N_WisdomLongingtoTell_03032.jpg"></a>Are we "longing" to listen?</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">--Vicky Lynn :o)</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Collage Journal Page<br /></span></em><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright © 2010 by Vicky Lynn Macchione</span></em><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div>Vicky Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823629096862855051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113432967780338316.post-40806646807143609592010-03-01T12:49:00.000-05:002010-03-03T09:52:38.067-05:00New Day, New Month, New BlogIn honor of March, events in my life, and just for fun, I am starting a new blog. As a theme for the year 2010, I picked the word "discover." And I embrace that word as the theme for this blog. I wonder what new vistas and perspectives will emerge!<br /><br />My first discovery: this collage that I made almost a year ago and forgot. How perfect for this new blog with its baby angel, a nest full of love, laughter, and security, and the words "<span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong><em>from small beginnings come great things</em></strong></span>." So when I made this collage a year ago, did I do it specifically for this moment?<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rVrDJwAZEk/S4wEt6bTRKI/AAAAAAAAA1g/OZuVhX5ErQg/s1600-h/misccollage2a_N.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443731236408476834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rVrDJwAZEk/S4wEt6bTRKI/AAAAAAAAA1g/OZuVhX5ErQg/s320/misccollage2a_N.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="right">--Vicky Lynn, Discoverer of New Landscapes and Inner Beauty</div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Miscellaneous Collage<br /></em><em>Copyright (c) 2010 by Vicky Lynn Macchione</em></span>Vicky Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823629096862855051noreply@blogger.com0