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My breath was his to take ...
Before a dust storm on the heated beach
His loving hand within reach ...
After hiking up Manning Park's Frosty Peak
Kindness is all our hearts seek ...
Upon our Rawome Road Trip To Recovery
Both of us makes up WE ...
Travelling the highways of beautiful B.C.
Two spirits set free ...
Eating organic peaches in Kerameos,
Rawsomely looking after US ...
Swimming in frigid Lightening Lake
Courage is all it does take ...
Soaking in a sauna to warm the core
Allowing healing heat to soar ....
Driving through the Rocky Mountains
Strangers becoming new friends ...
Watching Deer walk freely in Banff
Offers a spirit a second chance ...
Eating not a fish in Salmon Arm
An Okanogan filled with charm ...
Strolling under clear starlit skies
Motherly Love never dies ...
Katherine Marion
http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/
P.S.
Before deciding on whether or not I shall take my on on a 2
week adventure to Gambier Island, where we may very well
be receiving a bursary for us to attend, I am listening to Kaelin
as he watches a video from 4 years ago, from when he was
being chased by a squirrel and keeping his nuts ...
Missing my life/deadline for http://www.agornews.org/ where I write
my monthly "Co-Creating a Conscious Community" column;
due to immense sleep deprivation and first having to interview
http://www.pivotlegal.org/ before I put forth the statistics on single
Mom's having their children stolen away by the bungling B.C.
bureacracy; Ministry of Children and Families, whom launder
toiling tax-payer's dollars at every flip of the magician's hat.
Watching my 14 year old son's wonderful series of self-creat
ed video's from when he was 9 and had just been returned by
the misfit ministry who stole him away for 8 months of our
mystical and magical lives. Whereupon, he puts a faux budgie
metal stick and makes it cry and talk. Art therapy at it's heal-
in and self-expressed best.
Trying not to think about that rat that keeps coming into our
once so happy home, through the window of our loving
room. Finally hanging up on the other rat on the phone, who
calls every 6 months or so, to spew his vile poison and blame
me for "his son' being taken, all else that he chooses to not
accept responsibility for.
Dreaming of the nearly island 3 bedroom cottage rental
that awaits our emminent arrival, by the end of September.
And, all the hurting that shall soon subside when we get
out of the stress-inducing city, to perfectly place ourselves
into the soul-aligning and "perfect timing" rhythm of things
and precoius people as Mother Nature so abundantly intend
Merely one more day www.youtube.com/lifeofagreatmommy
in the luscious and well-lived lives of a couple of happy
hearts that shall remain open ....
Supernaturally so,
Katherine Marioin
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