Last week I went in search of flamingoes. From November through to January they can be seen on the estuary near Bodrum airport. We had seen them some six weeks ago and they must have only recently arrived for they were a dirty brown and grey colour. When I found them last week they had turned a beautiful pale pink and when they raised their wings it was easy to see the red and black undersides. A lone heron is reflected in the water.

About the Digital Atelier at Soul Food Cafe. Getting back to painting after the crash. March 15, 2011 in digital photography. I have been experimenting with putting textured overlays on some of my photos.

Everyone gathers, expectant inside the Cave of the Enchantress. What is it with everyone rushing off like this? Worse t.

No one tells you how hard it will be when your child moves away. She is running towards her life, not running away from me. After 43 years of migraines I know what the triggers are and have been that route already.

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A Lemurian City Built in Memory of Christine de Pizan. Tagged with City of Ladies. Childhood Pictures of My Mami.

Another special creativity feature from Heather Blakey, the maker of the Soul Food Cafe and Lemuria. Wanna Have Fun - Join us in Lemuria. Soul Food In The News. Where there are none, and open them and pass through into new ways and new lives. Ran Writing for Well Being courses and created the House of the Muse. The first Lemurian forums were established. Took a group of .

Solitude need not be lengthy, either, and can be experienced anywhere, in order to balance the hectic pace of modern living. Various modalities can be involved in healing the whole self, and often complement each other in personal growth toward self evolution.

Crone At The Watch Tower. Poems published in Ladybug Flights a magazine you might enjoy. At the end of a long life. The sharpened edge of time. Cuts the beaded chain of memory. Our breath collects in the circle. As newcomers settle on the edges. A single thread twists free. Turns back to join the others. Around a point, the pattern. Each generation repeating breaks and pauses. We breath to one another.