"The spirit still has something for us to discover: an herb, a sprig, a flower-a very small flower; maybe you can spend a long time in its contemplation, thinking about it." ~Lame Deer, LAKOTA
photographer Erica Simone in New York city streets |
photographer Erica Simone in New York city streets |
the Art Form of Sacred Geometry |
a dream BEYOND dreams is seen within the transitions from this life to the next. It is seen, it seems, in a form dependent upon the life one led in their days breath held them together upon the Earth when Earth is our Mother. How do we prepare to live beyond the dream of our terrestrial life? Is it the same or similar to the adjustment made when we came into this world as a baby? Or do we enter the next life as the adult we are in this life? I've long wondered, but is it important the pondering of those thoughts and ideas while alive? What is more important than being in the present and becoming and giving birth to your Self? - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 3.27.13 |
Lapowinsa, Chief of the Lenape,Lappawinsoe painted by Gustavus Hesselius in 1735. |
Angels All Around Us |
BELLA KINKS photo |
Bethenny promoting her Skinny Girl drink |
business woman, mother & reality star Bethenny Frankel march 29, 2012 |
Maggie McKenney playing with her new surprise gift. |
Water. Is water the state we come from and return upon dying? My mother took a turn for the worse today. No longer eating she seems to be taking in less air. She is silent. Eyes closed. Here, but not here, amongst us, but far enough away to peer into where she's going, and not close enough for us to hear her and feel the essence we've lived with the whole of our lives. Our relationships with Mommy has changed and changed we all are by the new way she is balancing the the spheres of existence with the scope of her Death. There is an exquisite moment stillness brings to us in the final moments during and after a decision is made that must intensify near death for Mommy. I remember how violent the end of my life was before I came into this lifetime. So, I am comparing. But, as I think about that death I remember there was a stillness the moment the shotgun barrels barked fire, and I released my grip on my life. I sunk into a soothing darkness, and an awareness that went somewhere, or merged with something beyond my telling ability. Mommy is a woman, a mother of five, a wife, and a grandmother, and I, with my special privilege have watched, and been a part of , in some way, with her transitions from the Maiden to the Mother, and into the Old Wise Woman. Now the Beyond beckons, and teaches her sons, and husband, in her dying, to live the teachings in a new way, a different way. Today, Mommy is alive, but where is her spirit, and what does it see, and perceive? How does she feel? Inside of her body what does she feel? Is she learning to disassociate, merge, rekindle? I don't know. I just have feelings, and intuition, and past life knowledge, and my love for Mommy, and the love she's given me the whole of my lifetime. So many questions that I will not ask of her in her presence, even in silence. She asked me once a few weeks ago if there was anything we needed to discuss. I answered, "No, ma'am. I am just enjoying the present..." With that Mommy and I lapsed into a comfortable silence from then until now. We only communicate, and I listen. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 3.28.13 |
The Pietà by Michelangelo |
Pietà detail "... But as beautiful and deep a rendition of Hebrew history Michelangelo created I am too deeply embedded in truth; historical truth, and it is impossible to get over the fact she looks nothing like an African woman from any part of the continent who would be able to hide in Egypt when her son was born!" - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 9.10.12 |
India |
Is it any wonder? |
actress Kim Basinger |
$20 gold coin worth $7.6 million in lobby of Federal Reserve Bank of New York in lower Manhattan |
The Goddess form of a woman unfolds in the most intimate of moments, and not on a scheduled prompting. There are moments a woman, similar to cats, gives in and relaxes into safe, and sacred space. In those precious moments she is making clear the Goddess within her. So often it has had to be hidden. In today's climate it can be in the open and not perceived. The Goddess is, comes from and is like Kabbalah over the centuries appearing, and disappearing according to the clarity, or the blindness of people, their sharpness, or the murkiness of their knowledge of light, their study of Creator's works, and the discipline of spirit in the work of becoming a deeper soul.© Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 1.18.13 |
A stunning work of art. "A stunning word one cannot find to express what is within holy & divine." - Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories |
Ngaronoa Mereana Taki |
Who I am ? Where I am ? ... I don't know .. - Mya Lewis |
Erica SIMONE |
Erica Simone |
I Meditate, therefore I AM still. |
"Spirituality is not about what you know. It is about growing, deepening, evolving, and becoming a living reflection of your spiritual identity." Iyanla Vanzant |
small tits... |
small picture |
a thought |
Angels All Around Us |
Bella Kinks model |
a Bella Kinks model "Everything to treasure is in your face; your eyes. Treasure them." - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 9.3.12 |
by Maggie McKenney Photography |
Journalist Lucy Kafanov with a young boy, Mahmoud, who'd fled the war in Syria. He crossed the border alone, and now lives in the Zaatari refugee camp in Jordan. |
Where is this? |
Lucy Kafanov10.29.12 |