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Power of art relies on the divine in nature. About artist Inese Poga and her art. Available watercolor and acrylic paintings. Art classes and workshops in pictures. How to arrange your own painting party. Cravings for perfection can be irresistib.
Check out my patterns available on Ravelry. Read about my knitting adventures. Read my thoughts about a variety of knitting related products. Read my tips and tricks to increase your knitting skills.
A Tale of Many WIPs.
Game, Set, Match. 13 August 2015 by slippedstitches. Hank the Heron has won. Victory was declared last night after he ate the one single fish and frog left in the pond. Yes, this is a picture of Hank. An environmental conservationist he is not. I am literally exhausted trying to save the pond. There is nothing left; a pond with no life in it. I had a perfect little ecosystem going in it before he arrived. That said, below is the sc.
My blogging mojo has vanished. It is quite a while since I last posted on the blog. Anyway here is a post about the finish of one of my Tour de France projects. I am happy with the finished result.
The Puppy That Defied Death. 6 more reasons to attack Baahubali apart from making Avantika look like a victim. Hiking in the Rocky Mountains, Colorado. Get paid to create content. Get paid to create content. 7 Hacks to get a chic wardrobe without breaking bank.
Confessions of an Aspiring Food Snob.
The source of the soul. The Subtle Body and the Law of Karma. The soul is not the agent of action. Recognizing the soul in others. Mystic Poets and Saints of India. The Soul Through Indian Poetry, Song, and Dance.
Most Famous Book Set in Every State. An Update on the Bullying. On Wednesday after I first posted.
I will continue to raise funds and Lala will keep helping me.
Sábado, 6 de junho de 2015. E o mundo me ama. Um asteróide passa de raspão. E a curva limite que é a borda da Terra. Não passa de um contorno de um enorme alvo azul. Toda a vida que me ama. Deus e outros tantos seres etéreos esquecidos. Os oceanos agitados pelo impacto. E as ondas varrendo a superfície do globo. E o vento carregado de poeira e sujeira. Escondem o Sol que outrora fora Deus. Eles me amam e eu sei disso.