Hannah ...

                              I thought it was time I gave my story with Hannah it's own page.
                        We are over on facebook, and active there, but not everyone is FB friendly.

                                                                Autistic Imprints


                                                                  I think you'll enjoy this read.















One Love. One Peace. Always and all ways.

OOPS

I changed the permissions on my flickr and realized it screwed up the html
for all the others already posted.  Changed them back to try to fix it but it didn't work.
So I'm down until I can get this sorted. 


Kathleen

On The Subject of Living

Unbridled by the limitations we have learned, a child expresses joy.

Free to be living. 

Free to be expressing.

How do we live?

Do we have to dig to find our own freedom? 

Do we have to unshackle our bonds just to express our joy?

Live from the freedom and joy 

that exudes from the depths of your soul 

and everyone will be intoxicated by your radiance.

Ken Rinehart

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Peter and Paige

It was an honor to photograph this wedding ...

                                                                                                   Surfside Beach, Tx

I gotta thing for Texas .....and
I think it's got a thing for me.  


















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On the Subject of Integrity

Scott Bonn:

"Friends, it seems that integrity (doing the next right thing) 

may require a short-term debit to one's time and effort in exchange 

for a long-term credit to one's spirit and soul. 

A beautiful exchange, I think!"

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love me ...

                                                                                                                                       

he does ...

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And they called it puppy love ...

Isn't that the cutest puppy you ever saw? His name is Boston.
I got to meet him a week or so ago.  He's smart too.

Labor day weekend has me otherwise occupied,
in all the best ways, starting tomorrow.
So no posts from me for a little while.



Wishing you all a safe and wonderful holiday weekend~!
















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On the Subject of Surrender

Surrender doesn't mean giving up.

It means letting go of that which has no real purpose.

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Yogastrology

On the Subject of Transformation

"Learning to pause is the first step toward transformation and healing. 

We pause by stopping what we're doing—

we stop blaming, withdrawing, 

obsessing, distracting ourselves. 

In the space a pause creates, 

our natural awareness arises, 

allowing us to be mindful, 

to recognize what is 

happening inside us without judgment. 

By pausing, we begin to dismantle lifelong patterns of avoiding or distancing."

- Yoga Journal

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On the Subject of Purpose

We all possess the thunder of pure fury and the calm breeze of tranquility. 

If it wasn't for tomorrow, how much would we get done today? 

Whatever your purpose... embrace it completely. 

Get lost in the clouds every now and then so you never lose sight of God's wonder. 

~Paul Vitale

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Goodnight Moon

"Within the depths of colors and contrasts..the tones of a story gathers ...

each hue paints a chapter ... for which 'the eye' captures...an artistry of The Unknown.." 

~sBf~

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On the Subject of Peace

" REAL Peace is always unshakable... 'Bliss is unchanged by gain or loss' "

Yogi Bhajan

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On The Subject of Personal Accountability

“The best day of your life 

is the one on which you decide your life is your own. 

No apologies or excuses. No one to lean on, rely on, or blame. 

The gift of life is yours; it is an amazing journey; and you alone are responsible for the quality of it. ” 

-Dan Zadra

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On The Subject of Forward Movement

"You can do no good, make no progress, nor be authentically happy...

until you take care of yourself within. 

Take it from me, I've learned the hard way. 

Life is a continuous, daily journey...a road that has 'no outlet'...

just a lot of forks...and when the right turn is taken..another one follows...

and yet another, and so on. Even with bumps along the way...

it is a great and powerful feeling...knowing the ride out on an open highway, 

can be one of spiritual freedom and ever lasting happiness!

 But ...

It must ...

                  

                                    

Begin with you ..."

~ sBf ~

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Martha Graham

There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening

That is translated through you into action,

And because there is only one of you in all time,

This expression is unique.

And if you block it,

It will never exist through any other medium

And be lost.

The world will not have it.

It is not your business to determine how good it is:

Nor how valuable it is: nor how it compares with other expressions.

It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly,

To keep the channel open.

You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work.

You have to keep open and aware directly

To the urges that motivate you.

Keep the channel open.

No artist is ever pleased

There is no satisfaction whatever at any time.

There is only a queer, divine satisfaction,

A blessed unrest that keeps us marching

And makes us more alive than the others

-Martha Graham

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I've been a little ...

absent.

or perhaps I should say present.

Absent from this place
But very present in real time.

On days when the rain keeps me inside ...

I'm working on a new project.

 She's still in the baby steps,

but I feel comfortable sharing the link. 

You can also find us on Facebook.

AUTISTIC IMPRINTS

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Love ...

is the only gift

I know to send you, on this very special day.

you have always trusted me with your heart,

I will always keep that trust and keep you safe.

I treasure you beyond words.

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If I could ...

describe my life with one picture ...

it would be this one.





It's filled with the colors of love,
it's peaceful and calm,
it's purposeful.


Perhaps that's the most important thing.
Having purpose.

I've started a new project.
It's still in the baby stages.
On Facebook, in two short days we're almost to 300.
I think that's a good indication that I'm on to something here.


So to my personal blog ..... I'm sorry if I've neglected you!

















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His Great Hope ...

There He was, alone amidst the sweeping waves and stormy Seas of life.
His soul tossing and turning, regretting past mistakes, missed opportunities, and failure.
The Dark Clouds of the abyssmal Sea looked bleak.
He was destined, for sure, to die slowly as He sunk below the water.
It was coming, He knew. The skies were getting darker as the time went by.
He succumbed to the notion of His own demise. He had nothing.
Then, She came....


Right before His eyes, the sky parted in a majestical scene.
A ray of warm sunshine beamed down on His face and gave Him warmth.
It was an odd feeling, having spent what seemed like an eternity
in the cold vastness of an empty abyss. The feeling was queer.
It was a feeling He hadn't felt in a long time, so long that He wanted to be afraid,
wanted to find a dark spot. He got used to the dark. It shielded Him for so long
from the light of his past transgresions. In this light that was blessing Him,
He wondered what to do. What was happening and why was it happening;
He just couldn't understand.


The light had a name. It was Hope. Hope was just there; having always been there.
She was merely blocked out by the Dark Clouds that He had inherited from destiny.
Hope had come in a time where He didn't believe She even existed.
The ilk of the Dark Clouds in His life had tainted Him into believing
that all there was in life was Them. For the Dark Clouds had seared His eyes
with apparent dillusions of the notion that They were all that were there.
Aye those Dark Clouds, with Their overt sense of self-import, tricked Him
into believing that what They were was of the paramount. Hope challenged that.
The Dark Clouds were only a small part of the Sea.
They had Their importance and fuction in life that was equal to all other things great and small.
Hope let Him know that He was important, too.

He was mesmerized by this. Could She be so daft as to think
that He was of any consequence to anyone or anything? Had She not known
that it was in the Kharma that He was to be but a bit of floating debris drifting
in the sea like the waste of a passing ship that was jettisoned overboard,
lest it become a burden to someone?

Had She not been told that His job in life had but one course;
to serve His purpose and be set aside until next time? He HAD served His purpose.
He had done it as best as He could. Apparently, Hope knew nothing of this.
She must not have known about what a failure He had been,
that tool that just didn't quite measure up. He was broken,
like an over-torqued wrench, a bent nail, a bolt stripped of it's fine threads.
Did She not see that He wasn't to be fixed? Not to be saved?
What was Her blindness to the truth? Hadn't the Omniscient Dark Cloud informed Her,
taught Her, or guided Her to the knowing that this is how it was?

Hope saw all. Hope knew all. She was, after all, Hope...
Hope shone on His face and gave a warmth that He was starting to accept.
She was showing Him all the scenery that the Sea had to offer.
He started to take a liken to Her. Hope was there. As long as the Dark Clouds stayed away,
She would be there. Upon their approach, She would then slip back away, He thought.
They were coming again, those Dark Clouds, full of despariaging remarks and subversive mood.
He would be, once again, alone to deal with Them. She would become a memory.
He knew She had a jouney of Her own. For She had a path Herself She'd travel.
He thought it was a one way journey.


But Hope had something in store for Him...
Hope DID have a journey in store. The Great Celestial Being
had created Her to take a journey. To cast light on the faces of others near and afar.
To give them the same strength that He had seen and felt.
She was to envelope the Seas of the other side of the Earth
with that same beauty and sunshine that had been exposed to His.
She had a darker test to complete herself. One in which He wanted
Her to be victorious. She HAD to come back to Him. He needed Her so bad.
The Seas seemed more beautiful when She was around.
Despite the waves that enveloped Him oft times, His only desire was to see
Her when He resurfaced. Hope was all that brought Him fighting
to get to the surface for surely He would've never came up again had
She not been there. He thanked the Great Being for presenting Her to Him at all,
the least of which during His peril. Had He met His fate, He would take solace in
knowing that She even existed. What's more, the Great Being blessed Him with
Her presence at all. For He now knew, He HAD done something right
in His meek existance to accord such a beautiful payback.

But then There was Hope...
Hope was in Her Journey. She had a dark side She had to traverse.
It was of great risk;of great uncertainty. She wanted to see Him.
Among all the waves, He was someone She could appreciate.
He looked at Her and made Her feel wanted, special. It made Her shine brightly
as She spread Her rays of Hope to all who came into view.
She DID want to see Him again, right? She WAS sure?
Would He be there when She returned. Or would Her struggle to success
and subsequent return to His last vestage be for naught? She struggled to come
back and the tought of seeing Him gave Her strength. He gave Her the push
needed to speed around to Him and where She last left Him.

But there was He...
Hope came around the Horizon. He revelled at the sight of Her,
the Hope that He knew. The Dark Clouds and what the mere thought
of what They had done to Him had disappeared. Those sundering waves had subsided.
The Land was in sight. He smiled. He smiled like he had never smiled before.
For He knew....


He knew He had been given...HOPE

Written by S. Rendleman
























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Postcards From the Fence

Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.

~ Henry Ward Beecher

One Love. One Peace. Always and all ways.