Yuba River. {poetry}
The Yuba river in northern CA held me and turned me in the white water of her hands one weekend when I didn’t think I could ever open myself again.
Daily Archives:
August 7, 2018
Our Scars Are Our War Paint.
Our scars are where our true beauty lies. They are the openings where our light, if we choose to let it, can truly shine through.
Schismism: We Are All Here to Love Our Neighbors.
We all have differing thoughts, ideas, purposes and plans, but beneath it all, we are all created by Love, and love is love, no matter how.
!["You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don’t know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes to you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen. […]
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Our life has become so economic and practical in its orientation that, as you get older, the claims of the moment upon you are so great, you hardly know where the hell you are, or what it is you intended. You are always doing something that is required of you. Where is your bliss station? You have to try to find it." #JosephCampbell #RebelleSociety
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Happy Monday, Rebel! What's your bliss station today? ❤](http://scontent-sea1-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-15/sh0.08/e35/s640x640/80006255_3335064936520499_8943008855071934994_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-sea1-1.cdninstagram.com&_nc_cat=111&_nc_ohc=VlK4xwUATLkAX9kdXs2&oh=59ac86d55a8924d2e5f3813adf395cd7&oe=5EA27128 "\"You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don’t know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes to you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen. […]
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Our life has become so economic and practical in its orientation that, as you get older, the claims of the moment upon you are so great, you hardly know where the hell you are, or what it is you intended. You are always doing something that is required of you. Where is your bliss station? You have to try to find it.\" #JosephCampbell #RebelleSociety
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Happy Monday, Rebel! What's your bliss station today? ❤")
