tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24069251670319717482024-03-05T06:27:42.962-08:00adventures of a maverick authorYou will find poems, essays, stories, memoir, reflections under these Blog Topics: excerpts from The Mee Street Chronicles, Journey Series, Book of Days, Retrospective Series, Traveler Journals, Storyteller, Meditations Series, Maverick Author Series, Los Angeles Observations Series, Evansville Notebooks, Knoxville Remembered, Love Song Poems, Family Album Series, Woman Series, Writing Series, Testimony 1-4, Original Myths, My Photographic Eye, FYI, It's In the Stars, and more to come.frankie lennon@mee street blogger.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04892748529175761560noreply@blogger.comBlogger119125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406925167031971748.post-71736244552022563902016-01-27T18:28:00.001-08:002016-01-27T18:28:53.340-08:00A Preview of Battles, Frankie's New Book<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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to overcome wounds of growing up Black in the Jim Crow South, family conflicts,
the strangling pressure to conform, and a descent into alcoholism, Frankie
Lennon takes us to new battlefields in her new stories as she fights to break
free of the prisons of racism and homophobia to claim happiness, love, and her
own life. Lennon’s intimate stories allow us to feel what it’s like to lose
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<strong>Battles - Table of Contents</strong> <br />
Introduction<br />
Prologue<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Unspoken Words</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><u>Part Two - Sleeper</u></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Crossings</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Legacies</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Emerald City</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">The Sandman's Bag</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Scotch on the Rocks</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Trailblazer</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Predators</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Closing Acts</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><u>Part Three - Exotic </u></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Where's Hollywood?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">A Day in L.A.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Exotic</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Tribes</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Sanctuary</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Skirmishes</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Roger</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">The Throwaways</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Pandora's Box</span><br />
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Photography can be its own form of meditation. -Ansel Adams<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><span style="color: blue;">Nurturing My Spirit</span></em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I read an article by a woman on this topic this past year. It got me thinking about <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;">things that nurture</span> my spirit</span>. Not listed in order of importance, here’s what I came up with. It's good, I think, to reflect about what things nurture your spirit as the new year comes in.. . and to resolve to indulge yourself in these things as often as possible.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">1. Ansel Adams’ Photos</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">14. Listening & Talking to Friends</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">15. The Sights of Red Rock Country. Looking at The Grand Canyon, Monument Valley, Arches, Bryce Canyon, </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">16. Swimming</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">17. Yoga</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">18. Listening to Luther Vandross’ Music</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">19. The Visual Arts (Photography, Sculpture, Painting, Collages, Pottery, Glassmaking)</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">20. Writing</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">21. Reading</span><br />
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<u><em><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Happy New Year!</span></em> </u><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>May 2012 be a year that brings all the positive energy of the universe to you and those you love. </em></span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>May this be a year that begins and ends with love and connection...</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>with creativity and with purpose...</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>with a willingness to save and preserve all the beauty and bounties of our earthworld. </em></span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"><em>GREETINGS!</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><em>May </em></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><em>the spirit of Peace </em></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><em>and </em></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><em>heart warming Joy</em></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><em>touch our lives </em></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><em>today and everyday.</em></span><br />
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<em><span style="color: #38761d;">With warm hugs and holiday cheer...</span></em><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><em>from </em><em>The Maverick Author... Frankie</em></span><br />
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</div>frankie lennon@mee street blogger.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04892748529175761560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406925167031971748.post-58999218767241993412011-12-14T14:05:00.000-08:002011-12-14T14:07:00.882-08:00In Memoriam: For Reverend Darren McCarroll-Jones<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Copyright 2011-All Rights Reserved</span><br />
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<strong>Reverend Darren McCarroll-Jones (May 20, 1963 - November 27, 2011):</strong><br />
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Ordained Minister of Unity Fellowship of Christ Church<br />
Pastor of Unity Fellowship Church, Detroit<br />
1st Minister of Music for the Mass Choir of Unity Fellowship Movement <br />
1st Musical Director and Minister of Music for Unity Fellowship of Christ Church, Los Angeles <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><strong>Reverend Darren-McCarroll-Jones, Minister of Unity Fellowship of Christ Church</strong></span><br />
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Darren McCarroll-Jones first heard about Unity Fellowship of Christ Church (Los Angeles) on Jefferson Boulevard from a friend back in the late 1980’s. Although Darren was directing the choir at his home church on Sundays, he managed to dash over to Unity a Couple of times to find out if what he’d heard about the church service was true. <br />
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One Sunday, he came for the entire service and was deeply moved by Archbishop Carl Bean’s healing words, as well as the termination of the small choir performing without musicians or a choral director. For a time thereafter, Darren would come from his church for the last half of service. All the while, he considered whether he should move his membership and offer to serve as Unity’s Musical Director. “It was not an easy decision,’” he admitted. The turning point came in January of 1990 when an associate pastor at his church preached a blistering sermon denouncing homosexuality. Shortly afterwards, Darren met with Archbishop Bean and offered to help with the choir because he had made the decision to move his church membership. Bean, a gospel singer in his own right, eagerly accepted the offer and Unity’s Music Department with Darren as Musical Director was born.<br />
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Under McCarroll-Jones’ guiding hand, many talented musicians, singers and choir directors emerged to share their gifts at the Los Angeles church as a part of the voices of Unity each Sunday, during his tenure at the Detroit church, as well as during the Movement’s Annual Fall Convocation. In addition, McCarroll-Jones directed the choir on the first L.I.F.E. Records CD, titled Right Now, recorded by the Los Angeles church, featuring the original music of Archbishop Carl Bean. <a href="http://www.glbtq.com/social-sciences/bean_c.html">http://www.glbtq.com/social-sciences/bean_c.html</a><br />
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In the early nineties in Los Angeles, Reverend McCarroll-Jones was a tireless worker in the field of AIDS at Unity’s Minority AIDS Project and the first to serve as Program Director for MAP’s Treatment Advocacy Program. In later years, in Detroit, he served as Unity, Detroit’s pastor, earned his J.D. degree, served as a consultant in the Detroit mayor’s office, taught as an Adjunct Professor in Paralegal Technology at Wayne County Community College District. <br />
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I was fortunate to know and work with Darren at MAP in Los Angeles in the late 1980’s through the early nineties. It was true heaven to sit in the audience of Unity, L.A. and listen on Sundays to the Voices of Unity under his musical talent and direction. He was a smart, dedicated, and talented man. <br />
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I will and do miss him.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Scene 4:Mother Nature’s Place</span><br />
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Sweet William felt more than a bit nervous clinging to Maggie, the magpie’s feathers as she rode the air currents. He thought about what had happened to keep his mind off the fact that he was perched on the back of a bird flying high in the sky. <br />
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It had started with Rufus spotting his homeboy, Melvin, and hailing him. Coincidentally, Melvin and his three friends had just been over to see Mother Nature about an important item of business and were on their way back home. Rufus and Melvin had jived around telling some tall tales, laughing, and wing-slapping, and before anybody knew it, the magpies had volunteered to help the bedraggled little flowers and their three companions. Next thing, Sweet William knew, each of the flowers had mounted on one of the magpies’ backs, and now they were all headed to Mother Nature’s place. He was riding on the back of Maggie, the Magpie. <br />
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William looked over his left shoulder at Lavender. She clutched the neck of her magpie, Peter, looking like she was going to faint. “Eeeehh!” She screeched, roiling from one side to the other like some drunken who knows what. She’d been screeching since the magpies had taken wing. Sweet William pursed his delicate lips and grunted in disgust. <em>Some folk just don’t have any dignity</em>, he said to himself. <br />
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On the other hand, Tiger Lily, up ahead, appeared to be having the time of her life riding on the back of Melvin. On William’s right, Impatiens was yakking it up to his magpie, Minerva, and to Rufus who was flying close enough to hear him. Bessie Mae and Heather brought up the rear of the strange-looking caravan. It wasn’t long before the magpies began to glide downwards, coming in for a landing. <br />
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Below, the tops of trees growing on the sides and at the foot of the mountain appeared to Sweet William to be getting closer and closer. Lavender’s screech had now become an all out scream. Sweet William closed his eyes. He didn’t want to see the landing and he wished with all his heart that Lavender would shut up. He took a big breath and held on for dear life. <br />
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Suddenly, two things happened: Sweet William felt a jolt and Lavender stopped screaming. He opened his eyes to find that Rufus was hovering inches away from his eyes.<br />
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“You okay, little man?” Rufus asked.<br />
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“Watch out who you call ‘little,’ mister!” William snapped and climbed, with as much dignity as he could muster, down from his magpie’s back. “Thanks for the ride.”<br />
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“My pleasure,” said Maggie the Magpie, and spread her wings, gliding upwards. <br />
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The glade they had landed in was thickly forested. The other magpies gently landed and let their flower passengers slide to the ground. Rufus and Melvin said their goodbyes while the flowers looked around. Yards away, there was a laughing, bubbling pond filled with lily pads. <br />
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There was a brown-skinned woman robed in a blue standing at the edge of a lilypond. She splashed water on her hair, body and face. Droplets hung from the black thicket of curls framing her face. <br />
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“I think we might want to wait,” said Heather Honeybee. “She’s busy right now.”<br />
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“Forget that. Let’s find out what she can do to help us,” said Rufus.<br />
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Bessie Mae added: “I agree with Rufus and Impatiens. We’ve come a very long way. We ought to get on with it.” They started toward the river where the woman was.<br />
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A peacock and a multi-colored tree frog rushed up to confront the party as they drew near Mother Nature. <br />
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Peacock waddled in front of them and stopped, then spread his feathers to signify that the party was to go no further.“This is private sanctuary for Mother Nature,” he announced. “She does not receive here.” <br />
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“It’s time for her spa soak now,” croaked Frog. “Every evening, she takes a spa soak here.”<br />
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Peacock threw Frog a nasty look for trying to take over his job. “This is her time to relax and rebalance. Very important for her … maintaining serenity and harmony. It’s in all our best interests that Mother Nature stay balanced and serene, don’t you agree? Nasty things could happen if she doesn’t, you know. Therefore, she must not be interrupted.” Peacock turned his backside to them in dismissal. <br />
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“You’ll have to go,” croaked Frog.<br />
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“But, but… we’ve come such a long, long way to see her,” cried Lavender in a very shrill and annoying voice.<br />
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Mother Nature was listening. “Let them come,” she told Peacock and splashed her way out of the lilypads back to the river bank. <br />
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“As you say, Mother,” Peacock said, bowing. “A small group of flowers, a bee, a butterfly, and a hummingbird are here to see you, madam.”<br />
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She turned to the peacock. “Stop putting on airs, Peacock. I’m not madam, just plain Moms or Mother to everybody.” <br />
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Properly chastised, Peacock stepped back and bowed. On the ground near the bank, there was a long, brown robe of woven grasses decorated with sparkling green vines and red berries. Mother picked up the robe and draped it from her left shoulder; her feet were bare. She sat on a tree stump and beckoned the little party to come closer. “Now, what can I do for you people?” <br />
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“We want you to give us colors!” Blurted Tiger Lily. <br />
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“They," Lavender pointed to Bessie Mae Butterfly, Rufus Hummingbird, and Heather Honeybee who were standing to one side,"told us flowers are supposed to have colors but we don’t have any.”<br />
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Sweet William took up the chorus. “I know that I should be looking better than this. It’s downright embarrassing that we have to be seen like this.” <br />
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Heather spoke up: “If they don’t have colors, we can’t do our jobs.”<br />
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“What will happen to the earth,” asked Bessie Mae, “if we can’t pollinate the way we’re supposed to?”<br />
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“Hmm,” said Mother Nature. “This is very serious indeed. Things are not in balance the way I planned.” She looked at Peacock. “Color assignment is your department. What happened to the flowers' colors when they vibrated in?”<br />
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“Frog,” Peacock said, “get me the ledger.” <br />
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Frog hopped a few feet away to a tree where a digital notebook was kept, and brought it back. All the records of creation were kept in these digital files. It was there that they could find out when, where, and what happened at the time things came to be in this dimension. Frog watched while repeatedly Peacock tapped the screen. Peacock’s expression kept changing as he read the information on the screen. Curiosity melted into confusion. Confusion became and irritated expression. <br />
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“Well,” Mother Nature’s voice rang out, “what happened?” <br />
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Peacock looked very annoyed. “Someone dropped the ball, it seems. See that pathway over there?” Everyone’s head swiveled in the direction Peacock was pointing. <br />
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“Well why didn’t we?” Impatiens chimed in. “How in the world did we get left out?” <br />
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Rufus looked over at Sweet William. “Hold your horses, man. They workin on it.”<br />
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“As I said, there was a glitch and you didn’t get your colors. I do apologize,” said Peacock, looking embarrassed. <br />
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Sweet William was thoroughly exasperated. “Oh, never mind that. Just please fix us quick!” <br />
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Mother Nature spoke softly. “It’s not that simple at this point.”<br />
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“What?” Exclaimed Bessie Mae Butterfly. “Why not?”<br />
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“Because there are certain natural laws that won’t allow it,” she said. <br />
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“But you make the laws, don’t you? You’re Mother Nature,” said Heather Honeybee.<br />
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She sighed. “It’s very complicated. I can try to explain it but my explanation won’t give you what you want.”<br />
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Tiger Lily was shaking with fury. Lavender was swooning in Rufus’ arms. Sweet William was so exasperated that he couldn’t speak—which was a first for him. Heather and Bessie Mae just looked at each other in helpless dismay.<br />
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Impatiens threw up his hands. “I can’t believe this! We suffered and struggled to get here to see you and it was all for nothing!”<br />
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Peacock said to Mother Nature: “Maybe there’s a loophole we can take advantage of.” <br />
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“Tell me what you’ve got in mind,” said Mother Nature and the two of them put their heads together for a serious discussion that lasted for about ten minutes before Mother Nature turned back to the group.<br />
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“Understand that I can’t go back and undo what’s done. But I can tinker with it. Tweak it." She looked at each of the members of the group. "What do you think of this plan? When it’s cold during the winter season, you flowers won’t have color; in fact, you won’t be blooming. But in spring and summer and part of the fall, and even winter in some warm places, you’ll be a glorious riot of color! Do you think it might work?” <br />
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“Sounds workable to me,” Bessie Mae Butterfly commented. <br />
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“Am I going to be glorious?” screeched Lavender. <br />
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“Most assuredly,” Peacock answered. “You all will be very pleased, as will Miss Butterfly, Miss Honeybee and Mr. Hummingbird because they’ll be able to do their jobs.” <br />
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“They might be pleased, but I’m not sure I am,” said Impatiens.<br />
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Sweet William glared at his friend. “Well, it’s better than nothing!” <br />
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“And nothing is what we’ve got right now,” growled Tiger Lily.<br />
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Impatiens sighed. “Let’s get on with it!”<br />
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“When can we make this change?” asked Heather. “I need to get back to the hive; they’ll be wondering where I am.” <br />
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Mother Nature nodded. “You’re in luck because we’re at the beginning of the spring season. When we pop you back to your meadow, you’ll be in full colorful bloom. See to it, Peacock. And this time, no mistakes!”<br />
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As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Heather saw the air beginning to shimmer, then vibrating with glowing color, as if the sky had become a huge, endless rainbow. Suddenly, Heather felt a swoosh of air and heard a pop! As she looked about, she saw the meadow where they’d all begun their journey. Only now, it was a riot of color. <br />
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“Look at that! Flowers with color everywhere!” Heather said as Bessie Mae and Rufus flew to her side.<br />
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“Hot damn! We’re in business!” exclaimed Rufus.<br />
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Bessie Mae said: “Thank goodness for Mother Nature!”<br />
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And the three began their work of gathering nectar, just as Mother Nature originally intended. <br />
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Meanwhile, Sweet William, Tiger Lily, Impatiens, and Lavender excitedly spoke of their own and other flowers who were blooming with so many wondrous colors. <br />
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“I can’t get over how beautiful I am!” Purred Tiger Lily, who was no longer in the mood to growl and gnash her teeth.<br />
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</div>Lavender, who had calmed down considerably, whispered: “How delightful I look! And how delicious I smell!” <br />
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“I have many colors—and they’re all spectacular!” Declared Impatiens. <br />
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“Girlfriend, don’t you forget: I’m the star of this show!” Preened Sweet William, examining himself in the mirror. <br />
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Back at Mother Nature’s place, Peacock and Frog helped Mother Nature her tiptoe into the stream to finish the spa soak that had been interrupted. <br />
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“As you say, Mother,” Peacock agreed. <br />
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“In the meantime," she said, "I’m taking time out to relax in my lilypond spa. Give me a half hour before you call me for anything, Peacock.” <br />
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“Of course, Mother.” He discreetly turned his back as she disrobed. “Frog, you take Mother’s robe, and put it there on the rock where she’ll be able to reach it.” <br />
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Frog did as he was told then hopped to Peacock’s side, for Peacock had opened the ledger again, anticipating tonight’s schedule. <br />
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Every hour, he had learned long ago, was a busy one when you worked with Mother Nature. <br />
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The Meadow of flowers sporting a riot of color.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">3. Looking for Mother Nature</span><br />
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The party set out after the Council of Flowers decided to send four ambassadors--Sweet William, Tiger Lily, Impatients, and Lavender--to see Mother Nature. Heather Honeybee declared that she would fly a bit ahead as scout and check back at regular intervals to report. Bessie Mae and Rufus stayed with the four ambassadors.<br />
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It was midmorning when they started the journey. Over hill and dale, they went for several hours with the sun beaming down. Sweet William felt a bit wilted from the sun, as did Impatients. They wanted to stop and rest but Butterfly urged them on, pointing out that they should want to quickly reach their destination quickly and solve their problems. <br />
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Tiger Lily agreed. "This trip is taking longer than we thought. We should keep going."<br />
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Soon, the company found themselves in a shady glade with overgrown, tall grasses on either side of them, and creeping vines covering the ground. The dim light and profuse foliage made it hard to judge the lay of the land, so it was tricky going for the little party. Several times, Lavender stumbled, but her companions kept her steady on her feet and they forged ahead.<br />
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Bessie Mae Butterfly was circling overhead and Rufus Hummingbird was flying a bit ahead of the Flowers when a piercing shriek cut through the air. At the sound, Rufus zoomed back and Bessie Mae dive bombed down through the thick foliage to see what was wrong. One, two, three…Bessie Mae counted as she circled over head. Where was the fourth Flower? Where was Sweet William? <br />
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Lavender continued to shriek while the others stood around her, their eyes following the direction of Lavender’s finger which was pointing at what looked like a large hole under a tree. “He fell down there! Down there! Help him!” <br />
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“Shut up, Miss Thing and get me out of here!”<br />
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“How?” She cried. “You’re too far down there!”<br />
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Tiger Lily leaned over the hole as far as she dared. “Can’t you climb up?”<br />
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“If I could, I would,” Sweet William snapped. “Get me out of here, now!”<br />
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“Anybody got any ideas?” Impatients asked, his voice riddled with frustration. <br />
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All heads swiveled in her direction. Sweet William gazed up, his eyes mesmerized by her tantalizing voice. <br />
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“Please, do,” he responded gratefully. “It seems I’m surrounded by grossly incompetent traveling companions who suffer from a deplorable and utter lack of imagination. Dear lady, being at your mercy, I am yours to command.” Sweet William had turned on the charm. If he could have, he would have bowed and doffed his hat to Ananzi, the Spider. <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtC6B4uRTeilwS3-AWIpmcCgc2cIzidOInG5nGWrpmmmQB0TtFlmwpOvz11QQXRIH4U7TmXkiqPQZvgEzx3jLL3McoMih-Sho_37ywQzVcIZL1K5BzZbeUQrSIvUBmfummWD4_LlOicMg/s1600/spider.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtC6B4uRTeilwS3-AWIpmcCgc2cIzidOInG5nGWrpmmmQB0TtFlmwpOvz11QQXRIH4U7TmXkiqPQZvgEzx3jLL3McoMih-Sho_37ywQzVcIZL1K5BzZbeUQrSIvUBmfummWD4_LlOicMg/s320/spider.jpg" width="212" /></a>She smiled at his words. But her smile, Rufus noted, made her look like a bloodsucking vampire. </div><br />
Rufus scowled and flew close to Bessie Mae, his wings going faster and faster. He had recognized her as Ananzi, the trickster. “I don’t like this. This babe is Ananzi, the trickster. Can’t trust her no kinda way. Remember the old spider and fly story?”<br />
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“Yes,” Bessie Mae said. “But what choice do we have? We don’t have a way to get him out.”<br />
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Ananzi spoke to Sweet William again. “I’ll send down a strand of my silk. You grab it and I’ll pull you up.”<br />
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Rufus whispered to Bessie Mae: “Let’s keep a sharp eye out.”<br />
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Ananzi spun a long strand of spider silk and shot it in his direction. Sweet William grabbed it and was swiftly lifted up. Ananzi angled the strand so that Sweet William was being pulled closer and closer to the glistening, beautiful web where she sat on her long, hairy spider legs. Just as he was within her reach, Butterfly and Hummingbird swooped over, took him by his tiny arms, and flew him away from her. <br />
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“What <em>are</em> you doing?” Sweet William demanded of them as they set him down beside his three friends. <br />
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“Yes,” said Ananzi, “I’d like to know that myself.” She looked peeved, as if she’d just missed out on a good meal.<br />
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“Thought we’d lend you a hand,” Bessie Mae explained, as she shooed the party of four on their way.<br />
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Rufus flew as close as he dared to Ananzi.“’Preciate cha, m’am, for all you done, but business calls, so we gots to slide.” <br />
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“Hmmp!” Ananzi grunted, knowing she’d been outsmarted. “Next time don’t look to me for help.”<br />
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“It’s been real,” Rufus said and flew on to join the company. <br />
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Sun’s heat began to make them wish they’d thought to bring some water for refreshment. They felt tired, but wilted and dry. <br />
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The journey had become more of a challenge than anyone had imagined. <br />
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Heather, Rufus, and Bessie Mae took a quick conference on the situation. They felt sorry for the brave foursome. Though it was not their fault, they felt guilty that the journey was so hard on the Flowers. Unfortunately, no one had an idea about how to get to their destination quicker. They had no choice but to continue on their way.<br />
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It was late afternoon when Tiger Lily looked up at the sky. It had turned the color of charcoal and smoke. Gray bar clouds floated overhead like lost ships on an angry, unpredictable sea. “Look,” she said, “at how the sky has turned dark.”<br />
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Bessie Mae, observing the clouds, felt Wind rise. “We’re in for rain, I think.”<br />
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"Oh, no!” cried Lavender. “I put on my best frock. Rain will ruin it!”<br />
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“At least we’ll get refreshed by it,” Sweet William put in as he moped the sweat from his brow.<br />
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“Maybe the clouds will pass,” said Rufus.<br />
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As the party trudged on, rain pitter-pattered down. Lightly, at first, then harder. And harder still. Wind pushed the big, fat raindrops this way and that until they gathered into a stream that swirled around their feet, then rose to their ankles and legs. To their horror, the dusty road they had been traveling had quickly become a lake. The Flowers had to make a dash to the side of the road and take shelter under a very tall bush while Rufus, Heather, and Bessie Mae clung to some of its branches. Bush, or no bush, all of them were getting thoroughly soaked. <br />
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They hovered together miserably in a steady downpour. Nobody could find a dry spot. Frustration crackled in the air. “Let’s get out of here and go home,” Impatients shouted over the heavy patter of rain. <br />
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“Fool, we can’t move til it stops raining,” snapped Sweet William. He pointed to the washed out road where rain water had made a lake. “We can’t get across that. We’re marooned.” <br />
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“But I’m all wet!” Lavender whined. <br />
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Tiger Lily growled, “You don’t say?”<br />
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“Whose idea was this anyway?” Impatients asked. “We should have never left home. This is crazy! As soon as it stops raining, I’m for heading back.”<br />
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Sweet William agreed. “This does seem to be a disastrous undertaking. We’re putting ourselves at risk. And we’re not even sure where we’re going! I vote to go back.” The other two nodded their heads as well. <br />
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“No! We’ve got to keep going! ” Urged Heather, keenly aware that this was a life or death mission for her and her bee colony. For what would honeybees do without the nectar of flowers? <br />
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“Why don’t we wait until the rain stops to make a decision?” suggested Bessie Mae. <br />
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“Yeah. Don’t jump the gun, folks just because we’ve run into a few little problems!” Said Rufus.<br />
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“Little!!” growled Tiger Lily. <br />
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For the next hour, nobody said a word. Finally, the rain stopped. But there was so much water that they would need a boat to move from the spot where they’d been marooned. The three winged companions moved into conference mode. <br />
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“We need a change of luck,” Heather declared.<br />
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"You think?” asked Rufus in his most sarcastic tone.<br />
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Rufus eyed a flock of black and white birds that had flown in and lighted on tree limbs nearby. They were magpies and they were jabbering at each other like nobody’s business. Rufus recognized the voice of one of them.<br />
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“Say, man!” said Rufus, beating his tiny wings faster and faster to hover near the four birds. “I ain’t seen you in month of Sundays! How you be?”<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">2. The Flowers</span><br />
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Honeybee was in a dither. "What do you mean that the Flowers have no colors? How can I got back and tell that to my unit commander? They'll laugh me out of the colony if I tell them a story like that!"<br />
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"Word!" Shouted Hummingbird. "You trippin Butterfly. No-color Flowers? That's wack!"<br />
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"Yes," Butterfly agreed. "It sounds far-fetched, all right. But, what do you see when you look down there?"<br />
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<em>If these are Meadow's Flowers,</em> Butterfly thought to herself, <em>the sight of them is altogether depressing. Not one of them attracts. Not one summons us with brilliant, glowing color. How sad!</em><br />
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Aloud, she said "We could stand here all day wondering and debating. the only real way to find out if they're Flowers is to ask <em>them</em>." And she fluttered down with the other two following and landed on a blade of grass.<br />
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Hummingbird, wings beating faster than ever, hovered just above Butterfly and spoke to a clump of 'something' on the ground. "Say, can you tell me where the Flowers at round here? We been checking out Meadow, but we can't find the place to play, so to speak. Can you help us out?"<br />
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Honeybee elaborated further: "We don't see any colors so we know there can't be Flowers here. Please tell us where to find them!"<br />
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There was an audible gasp from all the Flowers. Their petals shook in unified indignation. <br />
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"Of all the nerve!" Said Impaitents, indignant and angry. "What do you think we are? Weeds!" <br />
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Honeybee was flabbergasted. "You mean you really <em>are</em> Flowers?"<br />
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"Not too bright are you?" Snapped Impatients, living up to her name. "Of course, we're Flowers. Anyone with a half a brain can see that!"<br />
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Butterfly fluttered up and down angrily, then decided to challenge her: "Well if you are, why don't you have colors so you can attract us and we can get the nectar we're supposed to use to pollinate?"<br />
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The Flowers, one and all, looked at each other quizzically. "What," bellowed Tiger Lily, "is this thing 'color' you keep referring to?"<br />
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Honeybee almost fell over. She couldn't believe her ears."You mean you don't know?" <br />
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"Know? What is there to know!?" Cried Lavender, who was very excitable indeed.<br />
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"Color," Butterfly broke in, "is what Rainbow over there is made of." She nodded toward the edge of the horizon where Rainbow shimmered blissfully. <br />
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Hummingbird, who lacked tactfulness, told them flat out: "Yo! Y'all some dummies! You suppose to have color. Everthang suppose to have it. Specially y'all. When y'all vibed in at the Beginning, that was when you was suppose to take the colors y'all was assigned by Big Momma--I mean, Mama Nature. Like you, Miss Lavender, you suppose to be purple. And Brotha Bill, your petals suppose to be sportin some scarlet or rose. That way--"<br />
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Sweet William, fussing with his suit and tie, as he did every morning, bristled at Hummingbird. "Miss Thing, please take note. My name is <em>not</em> Bill. It's William... <em>Sweet Wlliam</em>. And I'll thank you to call me by my proper <em>nom de plume</em>."<br />
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"William," said Impatients, "stop throwing French phrases around. It's irritating, especially when you don't know what you're saying. But let's get back to what Hummingbird--"<br />
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"Call me Rufus. I'm Rufus Hummingbird, delighted to meet cha." He inclined his head politely and dipped his wings at her.<br />
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"Yes," said Impatients. "Delighted. But what were you telling us earlier about these... what did you call them?"<br />
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"Colors," said Hummingbird.<br />
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"You say we should have gotten assigned colors at the Beginning when we vibrated in?"Asked Impatients.<br />
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"And if we had, we'd look like Rainbow, over there." Said Tiger Lily.<br />
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"Not exactly like Rainbow," Butterfly put in. "She has many colors, but you should have gotten one color of your own.That's the way Mother Nature planned it, I'm sure. In order for you to fulfill your purpose. And for us to fulfill ours."<br />
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"Yes," said Honeybee, "you have your purpose and I, that is, we have ours. And we need each other to carry them out."<br />
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"So, what happened to you," asked Hummingbird, "when you vibrated into being?" <br />
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"I think the important question is where do we get this color you say we should have?" Cried Lavender, excited by her own question.<br />
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"As you say," Hummingbird agreed. <br />
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"Well," demanded Tiger Lily, "where <em>can</em> we get it?"<br />
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Butterfly said: "Why from Mother Nature, of course."<br />
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"And where, might I ask, is she?" growled Tiger Lily. <br />
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Sweet William said: "I heard that you can find her over the Mountain in The Cave of Sun and Moon."<br />
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"Heard from who?" Hummingbird challenged, his wings beating extra hard and fast.<br />
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"Why, from Gravpevine, of course," William said, tossing his dainty head saucily.<br />
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They all looked over at Crossroads. Grapevine hung on his sign, twined round and round his arms. It was a good place for her to hear every kind of tale from traveling passersby, going hither and thither.<br />
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"Well, do you believe her?" Asked Butterfly.<br />
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"She knows her business. Never wrong yet," said Sweet William. <br />
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"Hmm," Butterfly said. "I'm thinking we might have an answer to our problems."<br />
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"Well, I want to hear it because I really can't go back to the hive telling a wild story like this." Honeybee said, bzzing round and round.<br />
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"What you got in mind, lady?" Hummingbird asked Butterfly.<br />
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"My name is Bessie Mae Butterfly, Rufus."<br />
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Not one to be left out, Honeybee said: "And mine is Heather Honeybee."<br />
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Sweet William said with a touch of sarcasm: "Now that we have all that important stuff settled, let's get back to Rufus' question. What <em>do</em> you have in mind, Bessie Mae?"<br />
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"We'll all go find Mother Nature and ask her to give Flowers their colors," said Bessie Mae Butterfly triumphantly. "It's the only way."<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">1. Honeybee, Hummingbird, and Butterfly</span><br />
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One morning, shortly after the beginning of things, a spring shower drenched Meadow, after which Rainbow, lustrous with colors, appeared in the sky. <br />
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At the north end of Meadow, Honeybee looked out of the beehive and said: "What a perfect day for my first time to collect Flower nectar." <br />
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Honeybee had spent her childhood inside the colony, learning the ropes. Now she was 21 days old--an adult and ready for her first foraging flights. Today, she was flying to the center of Meadow where, it was rumored you ought to be able to get a really big nectar load from the combine of Flowers there. <br />
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Before she left, she was told by the Nectar Gathering Supervisor that finding and gathering nectar from Flowers was just a matter of color cues. That is, a Flower's color would always guide her straight to the nectar pouch. Furthermore, the Supervisor said: "You are expressly instructed to look for <span style="color: blue;">blue </span>and <span style="color: #674ea7;">violet</span> Flowers because we bees are especially attracted to these hues."<br />
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Honeybee was the type who could be relied upon to follow instructions. Sometimes, she could be a little anal about it. Most of the time, however, this trait of hers served her well. When Honeybee flew away from the hive, heading for the center of Meadow, she felt good about having been carefully instructed and she thought she was fully prepared to do her job.<br />
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When Honeybee got to the meadow, she noticed Hummingbird beating his wings at light speed as he flew back and forth, inspecting someting pale and ghostly growing amid the green blades of grass.Close by, Butterfly was doing the same, darting to and fro from one gray thing to another.<br />
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As Honeybee drew closer, she looked down at the pallid cluster of sickly looking things languishing in the middle of Meadow. She could not tell what they were, not could she see Flowers with colors anywhere. <br />
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Round and round, she flew for several minutes, looking for colors to cue her. But she found none. She was confused, so she bzzed over to Hummingbird and asked: "Is this the centerof Meadow? I was told I could find Flowers here, but I don't see any colors like <span style="color: blue;">blue</span> and <span style="color: #351c75;">violet</span> to guide me to them."<br />
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Hummingbird was just as perplexed as Honeybee. "This the right place, babycakes. Matter a fact, I been lookin m'self for <span style="color: #b45f06;">orange</span> or <span style="color: red;">red</span> Flowers to turn me on to the mother load. Been lookin for an hour and I cain't find nuthin," he admitted. "Les ask Butterfly. Them butterflies pretty good at figurin things out."<br />
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So I don't know where to look."<br />
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"Same here," said Hummingbird. "It's a problem cause I gotta take in a load a necta so's I can pay the rent, know what I mean?"<br />
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"Well, I think I've figured it out," replied Butterfly, stroking her chin. "Those drab, colorless things sticking up between the blades of grass <em>are</em> Flowers. At least, I believe they are." <br />
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"Say whaat?!" Hummingbird was so astonished at the very idea that he stopped beating his wings for several seconds. <br />
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Honeybee stopped bzzing, and just hung in the air speechless. She couldn't comprehend the idea. It went against everything she had been taught about life and how the world functioned. When she recovered herself, she proclaimed, "Whoever heard of Flowers without colors!"<br />
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Butterfly, who was something of a detective, had a very logical mind and she replied: "Whoever is right! But we <em>are</em> at the center of Meadow where Flowers are <em>supposed </em>to be, and, as you said, Honey bee, there's nothing down there except <span style="color: lime;">green</span> grass and some pallid looking things that could possibly be Flowers. As a famous detective once said, 'Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of butterfly--or a honeybee--can invent!'"<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">1. Prologue</span><br />
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At the beginning, all things came to be in this dimension by vibrating themselves into being from the engergy of All-Spirits. Each thing, as it came into this dimension was to bring its own particular color with it. <br />
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And so, the shining Sky children--Sun, Moon, Rainbow, and Stars, came to be by rippling and shimmering themselves into the heavens.<br />
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Then came the Four Sacred Elements: Earth, the Pillar, manifested itself by whirling and spinning faster than the eye can see, while Fire, the Resplendent One, flickered and crackled; Water, the elixir, surged and gushed; and Wind, the Sage, wafted and danced itself into existence.<br />
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One by one, other things vibrated themselves into existence, like Mountain, who came to be by quaking and thrusting itself up so that it stood tall and mighty against the sky, and like Valley, who dipped down so that it lay snugly beside Mountain. Plains and Meadow and Trees and Grass blazoned forth by rolling and zigzagging into the spaces where Mountain and Valley could not fit. <br />
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Then Flowers wiggled and waggled themselves into being so that they peeked out between blades of Grass sprouting on Meadow. But, alas! Something had happened to them as they vibrated! <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Water</span>...</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: small;"><em> </em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: small;"><em> <span style="color: #3d85c6;">one of the key elements</span></em></span><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: small;"><em> of the universe </em></span><br />
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children.<br />
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quench<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Z</span><u>odiac Water signs</u></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> <span style="font-size: large;">C</span>ancer <em>ruled by the Moon</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> <span style="font-size: large;">P</span>isces <em>ruled by Neptune</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> <span style="font-size: large;">S</span>corpio <em>ruled by Pluto and Mars</em></span><br />
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love<br />
and care <br />
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live <br />
in the<br />
bounty,<br />
peace & harmony.<br />
of its<br />
bosom<br />
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walk<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Z</span><u>odiac Earth signs</u></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> <span style="font-size: large;">C</span>apricorn <em>ruled by Saturn</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> <span style="font-size: large;">V</span>irgo <em>ruled by Mercury</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> <span style="font-size: large;">T</span>aurus <em>ruled by Venus</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> <span style="font-size: large;">A</span>ries <em>ruled by Mars</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> <span style="font-size: large;">L</span>eo <em>ruled by Sun</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> <span style="font-size: large;">S</span>agittarius <em>ruled by Jupiter</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>one of the key elements of the universe</em></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> <span style="font-size: large;">L</span>ibra <em>ruled by Venus</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> <span style="font-size: large;">A</span>quarius <em>ruled by Uranus</em> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> <span style="font-size: large;">G</span>emini <em>ruled by Mercury</em></span><br />
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Feeling down? Blue? Foggy-brained? Feeling like your self-esteem took a permanent hike?<br />
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Catch up with your self-esteem, boost your mood, charge up your memory. How? By spending some time outside in Mother Nature. Research shows that ONLY 5 minutes of "green or outside exercise" like fishing, cycling, gardening, or walking will do wonders for you. And the good news is... it's free!<br />
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What does the outdoors do for you?<br />
Gives you geater exposure to the sun's health-promoting Vitamin D.<br />
Battles depression.<br />
Boosts your brain's memory, thinking, perception, judgement (cognitive) functions.<br />
Increases your compassion.<br />
Could mean you spend less or no time in the doctor's office.<br />
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Think about this: It's selfish <em>not to take care of yourself physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. </em>Mother Nature fixes what ails you! A parting shot: A walk at the mall isn't going to substitute for walking outside.<br />
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Here's useful information I'm passing along. According to research, these 5 spices are good for our brains.<br />
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<strong>Tumeric</strong> (associated with curry).<br />
<u>Spice up your brain!</u> Sprinkle a couple of teaspoons of tumeric on/in chicken salad. Researchers think the active ingredient in tumeric, curcumin, may break up the abnormal protein build up that is the hallmark of Alzheimer's. In India where people eat curry almost every day, this disease rate is 1/4 the U.S. rate.<br />
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<strong>Ginger</strong><br />
Stave off migraine headaches by combining ginger with the herb, feverfew. A recent study found that more than 80% of migraine-prone patients the headache didn't go to full-blown migraine. <u>Spice it Up!</u> Grate 3 teaspoons ginger (get it at the supermarket) into 1 cup of boiling water. Steep 10 minutes, strain and drink.<br />
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<strong>Saffron</strong><br />
Chase your blues away without an antidepressant. Eat more of this pungent herb. Researchers discovered that twice a day doses work as well as Prozac in mild to moderate depression. <u>Spice it Up!</u> Add 1/2 teaspoon of saffron to boiling water in preparing 2 cups of rice.<br />
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<strong>Garlic</strong><br />
Besides garlic's heart-healthy benefits, it was noted in a 2007 study that garlic based treatments for brain cancer are a good future possibility. <u>Spice it Up!</u> Use half teaspoon garlic powder or 1 or 2 garlic cloves with basil and tomatoes in your marinara sauce.<br />
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<strong>Cinnamon</strong><br />
Cinnamon helps regulate blood-sugar levels. This helps you stay focused. <u>Spice it Up!</u> Sprinkle 1 teaspoon on your oatmeal or other breakfast foods--pancakes, waffles. Or make yourself some cinnamon toast. Yum!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Spellbound by Moon Glow</span><br />
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dance, possessed,<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">One of the things that we do in Alcoholics Anonymous is meditate on what we are grateful for in our lives and write those things down. Thinking about what you’re grateful for and making a list might sound like a stupid waste of time. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But it chases the blues away and gets you off the pity pot. It melts away anxiety. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I looked up the word “grateful” and it means “being appreciative, thankful… feeling or expressing gratitude.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Here’s where the list comes in. It focuses you on the particular.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Makes you see or realize what and who what you “appreciate.” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then, it requires you to “express” it or communicate it to yourself. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“Why?” You might ask. “I already know what I appreciate. I don’t need to tell myself that.” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, maybe that’s the case for you. Most of the time, life runs on such a fast track that everything becomes a blur. First, how can I be grateful for what or who surrounds me if I don’t even see it? If I don’t stop multi-tasking and take the time to look, hear, feel, see, smell? Second, sometimes I forget the things in my life that I am grateful for. Why? Because I’m too busy inviting negative energy because I’m bitching and complaining about something that I wish hadn’t changed, or because I’m feeling resentful that I’m not on the other side of the fence which looks greener than my side. And, third, sometimes, I might not even recognize things I’m grateful for because I take them for granted. All that being said, here’s today’s list. It’s not all-inclusive, I’m sure. But I can always make another tomorrow.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><u><span style="font-size: large;">Today’s Gratitude List </span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"> I’m grateful that I am still writing… and for still having work that I like to do.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"> I’m grateful for money enough to shelter, feed me, and put clothes on my back.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"> I’m grateful for unpolluted water to drink, for food to eat. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m grateful to be able to get out of bed, stand up, walk, and move without pain. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"> I’m grateful to be able to breathe fresh air.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m grateful to be able to touch and experience the one I love.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m grateful for the love of my spirit-guide dogs.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"> I’m grateful for the company and compassion of friends.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I’m grateful for my 5 senses working well enough to let me fully experience the earth, people, life. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I’m grateful to be able experience beauty in all forms: see clouds in the sky, hear my favorite songs, smell the fragrance of things of the earth, feel ALL of my feelings.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpXw6N40WRoJsTDnf_p4CSn_FbmFG68OOf1_wI8RXyKQZExVtRChUA8g_hchIcmKUooY7baG5s_4fmhTsgpjFy6XnORzUdGzgj2odEZR60DTaWT1eFR7OXGvrDJhkoYGaB9uYgk_C70KY/s1600/SDC10142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpXw6N40WRoJsTDnf_p4CSn_FbmFG68OOf1_wI8RXyKQZExVtRChUA8g_hchIcmKUooY7baG5s_4fmhTsgpjFy6XnORzUdGzgj2odEZR60DTaWT1eFR7OXGvrDJhkoYGaB9uYgk_C70KY/s320/SDC10142.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m grateful for sobriety today… </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and for ALL of the yesterdays of my journey.</div><script type="text/javascript">
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Shadow Patterns</span><br />
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shifting creatures <br />
fantastic<br />
prodigy of light<br />
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shadow patterns<br />
dark reflections<br />
mated <br />
to <br />
shining sun<br />
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I see you<br />
shadow patterns<br />
playing here<br />
and there<br />
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hiding<br />
in shadow <br />
making<br />
night moves<br />
in<br />
the light of day.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">Tones </span><br />
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Sky and Sea<br />
Light and Reflection<br />
Color and Contrast<br />
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Green Ocean, Streaks of Light, Flotsam<br />
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Golden Glow in West Hollywood<br />
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Lavender Wild Flowers<br />
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Blue Sky, Clouds, Glowing Sunset<br />
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