IN the ol' days when I was a kid...

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Prices that existed when I was a kid. This is a museum relic nowadays. When money was based on a gold standard before Richard Nixon's tenure as President of these here United States of America the feel of the country, as backwards and progressive as it was, felt a lot less like a frightening place harboring cowardly parents. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories

WHEN I was a kid I thought the air was a kingdom.

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"My childhood is the sound of water play in forests quiet and vibrant and full of the stuff of Life. I lived bound by nothing but imagination dreaming of the layers of meaning and forms that exist to live in the mind of a child. Those things hovered in the air humming like a Hummingbird. In a moment I am in the next moment. The Hummingbird is ever in my face peering deep into my eyes telling me stories upon stories upon and within images colored by thought, and dream stuff that makes daily living a dream from itself. That is the way childhood was for me. I thought the air was a Kingdom hovering above the land, another Kingdom!

That is the way it is for children: ever unfolding from a fold!- Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 12.19.12

TIME STOPPED to my delight!!

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"Lovely, carefree, enjoying herself and the moment as if nothing else existed is the supreme compliment to time, as we know it, time as we sense it, and time we make stand still for us when we are present and in the moment." - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 12.19.12

TRANSFORMATION: a new day

" A perfect moment exists in the moment." - Gregory E.Woods (12.19.12)
photo by Bee Yourself Photography

"... a perfectly formed face lovingly maintained speaks into the volumes of sound where a dream amongst dreams came forward and found a way to manifest in the the sun, the light, and the essence of RA." 

"... face of a Black woman looks into a history, and a series of testimony denying her existence, on one hand, needing her on  the other hand, and knowing she exists to embody all that can be contained in the monstrous task of holding the world together for her family, the community and the idea of living abundantly. The Black African woman is no easy creature to contain, or release upon the channels of water flowing through and from her womb to the living waters blanketing the Earth, our Mother.  She is transforming. She is the Transforming Paradigm. She is the transformation." - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories
12.19.12