Speaking my truth, as the light that lives inside of me -turns me on and tunes me in .. From breastfeeding to rape, loving respect to abuse issues and deviant behaviour. I AM every 'victim's' www.SupernatruralWoman.com saviour. Leaving my imprint on their dusty mirror, tossing my sun-lightened locks to the wind, riding their rage, and never looking back, as i gain magical momentum, transforming all and touching even more .. katherine in Greatness
Monday, May 10, 2010
Mothers Day Is Every Day
No Mother need go without
When she goes within ....
Every Mother lives with
anothers so called 'sin'
All Mothers need love
Labor pains into life
What a Mother needs
Is not another's knife
Make a Mommy happy
Nothing else does matter
Mommy's love so much
Send grattitude at HER!!!
Katherine Marion
http://www.3rdeyefoto.com/ - under conscious construction
P.S.
That's tit!
When you don't find a pretty pic of me, or even not so ... simply know that i am too tired to share my less than hopeful dreams and fading face, of the non-present moment, that seem to be far less magical than I so deleriously and delciously, usually and usefully dream.
My real world is filled with fresh lavender from my garden, planted last year, and gloriously blooming, again.
Some things, like nature, we can always rely upon, one wondrous way or another. Whether it be a darling dizzle or devastating drought, not a sister or a brother can make the same sanest promise than that of Gaia watering her Goddess-sent garden ...
Reminding us that rain, will always come as a gente or forceful reminder, that before the sun does shine, we may be in for a few showers short and sublime.
Taking it all with an earthly grain of pain-free salt,
Katherine
P.P.S.
I so gratefully share this highest healing color - purple - with my friends, fans and divine detractor's.
Allowing others to see my truth, as light and bright as these vibrant plumes of deepest indigo, looking back themselves; as brilliantly and boldly as they see themselves, or don't ... to bravely be.
P.P.P.S.
Interesting, how with no water whatsoever, fed by my mine magical self, to my pretty herbal remedies; sitting so seemingly forlorn, in my front yard, for close to an eye-closing year; these wild-crafted babies managed to somehow survive.
Thus, let us all now and forever , also, allow the healing light ... to thoroughly Thrive!!!!
K.M.
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