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A little swamped by the entries to my last and final contest.

# or @ (I dunno - there seems to be a right and a wrong prefix) kimberlylane made a couple of guesses that came oh so close: but the reveal shows:

I am hoping that she will grow into this, one day:

Icelandic Sheep, photo by Pete Chipman

Then I can get one of these:

They can chase each other wild on that bit of grass you see through the kitchen window. (No there's not much more. Nail scissors for a lawnmower.)

All You Eagles and Arachnids (body-mind people) of the world,

I leave you with the wise lessons to be drawn from my mother's childhood drawings. Note how she already LOVED birds then.

My mother is the woman I came to Earth for, and just like she herself had to experience, she is the woman who abandonned me to Earth. So it goes for all us Earth Children. Only she and I have had our eyes rubbed over the gritty ground to make sure we never forget the raw ordeal that this arena of desert heat and dust makes. We fear not the brutality of men. We trust not the promises of women.

I ask you to take note in general:
Ask yourself: Do you want to be right or do you want to be loved? It struck me, reading on Manichaeism, that the last thing my mother ever was, is a right-fighter. While fighing to be right is usually about earning the right to be loved: she could have done with some of that. The contest must have been settled in her first drawn breath: I AM right! This was going to be one of those unfair ordeals (no easy win-win like is up for grabs here on Steemit) and what was she supposed to do about it?

She leaves me with some precious observations, I know have to be right.

Lesson One

  • Arm yourself with nine-inch nails of scrutiny. Pierce the other to the core before they wrap you up to bundle you off again.
  • Gnomes are creatures of time (they live under grandfather clocks).
  • Giants resemble their portraits.

Lesson Two

  • Your body is a temple - or at least a tiny house.
  • Children don't pretend their dollies are alive. They allow entities thirsty for tea to enter them.

Lesson Three

  • Never despair when you run out of blue pencil. You still have your words.
  • If you ever run out of the kind of steam that protects that what you love, use your words.

I leave you then with:
Some First-Aid thought-wrought words by Steiner (who would laugh his socks off if he found out I was quoting him - but it saves me composing a poem):


Into spirit pastures I will send
The faithful love which here we found
That we might be united soul with soul.
So may you find my thinking ever loving
When from the spirit’s light-filled lands
You, searching, turn your gaze of soul
To see what here in me you seek.

~ R. Steiner ~

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A little lamb! Of course :) Love how you've brought him/her into focus.
Thank you for sharing your mother's drawings and lesson's. I find it most interesting that I too drew those long fingers on my early people. Also, very long lashes around their eyes.
The father has no clock above his head.
I am so touched by your words, especially, "My mother is the woman I came to earth for..." Such a painful, yet sublime intimacy. A gravelly patch I feel on my palms and within the halo's of our spheres, as daughter's, sister's, mother's.

I'm afraid I will forget to do it in time tomorrow, so here is my goobye drawing for you. Hope to see you back soon XXX smiley_bestfriends.gif

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... sniff... tears of joy, tears of sorrow. Your wonderful world is now on my wall next to the Tinnitus Monster. Since having met you I feel a lot less alone: you have made the big noisy world just fuzzy enough around the edges in your crisp, concentrated order.
I am counting on @malloryblythe to build up a community where people like you and me can do our thing. That is: for me to discover the true gems worth noting and you getting on with polishing your gems.
Shall come to hoard your art on 6 Dec - my half-birthday (I tend to do everything by halves. Blame Castor.Or Pollux.)

So, that's why! I'm good with Gemini's :) My husband is one.

Kabouter, reus, en een tentoonstelling van mensen. I like the blue protection, everyone should have it.

Unlisted from Sunday, I hope they don't mind:

May the lyrics run true for them: "Mais un jour viendra, je leur montrerai que j'ai du talent."

It does. In that formation they switch between Django Reinhardt style gypsy jazz, fusion, funk, including their own compositions. My kind of band with lots of variety in 3 languages, ..so far. Wish I could show the rest, but it's not ready yet.

I'm not sure if you already check for mentions of yourself (via Ginabot or Busy, or whatever else people use), but I mentioned you in my latest post.

I simply check out YOU.