KoЯn, The Path of Totality Tour in Bangalore: A Review!


KoЯn, The Path of Totality Tour in Bangalore: A Review!.

 

 

Enjoy very important messages from Bangalore, a former home and workplace for my NYC daughter!  See which messages you think our critterly friends are learning on their journey of quest to THE LIGHT!  I am reblogging this post to make the very important point that we can all learning from each other, no matter our point of origin on this earth!  Blessings on you all, dear friends, followers, and visitors!

48 Hours in Seoul — National Geographic Traveler


48 Hours in Seoul — National Geographic Traveler.

 

This is my granddaughter’s birthplace!  Connections around the globe is a wonderful way to start out life on this planet, I think!  Hope all friends, visitors and followers will enjoy!


granbee:

For all of my followers, especially Greg (Mr. Jitters) and Lauren (Cuddles), please see a tiny bit of what makes me “tick” in writing this crittery journey by reading this interview published at asoulswalk’s wordpress blog. I was so honored by his choosing to interview me and by his very thoughtful questions. You are very much appreciated, soulwalker!

Originally posted on A Soul's Walk:

Granbee, author of “granbee,” a delightful poetry blog has graciously answered ten questions I had. Go check out her blog and make sure you stay a while when you are there.

1) You use animals in your poetry regularly. How did that begin?

I have identified very closely with animals since my earliest childhood
memories. I always seemed to understand what they were telling me. It was quite
early in my elementary school years that I began to feel these animals were
wiser than humans in the ways necessary to support life on this earth in the purest
forms. Also, I always believed that animals accepted me just as I was and actually
LIKED me that way! As I grew older and began to tutor classmates with learning
disabilities, I came to believe that the same unquestioning acceptance of other
people just as they are was an essential…

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granbee:

Dears friends,
Please enjoy this short post I am reblogging from my very dear blogging friend, Becca Givens. She has posted here a “memo” that says so much of what our critterly friends are practicing and searching for more and more of! I would say this would make a terriffic refrigerator magnet, wouldn’t you?

Originally posted on "On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea":

Sharing with my readers for “Occupy Blogosphere – Thursday”, initiated by Amy of SoulDipper to “give this planet a much needed shot of fun, support and positive energy” … 

For previous Occupy Blogosphere posts:  Blogospheres

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© rgb for “On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea”, 2011 – 2012

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“……and we surrounded the enemy with HUSH!”


 

 

 

 

 

 

“……and we surrounded the enemy with HUSH!”

 

 

 

 

As Mistress Mouse, Littley Lamb, Old Crookeye, and Old Dog picked peas,

Flop-Eared Boy and Donkey flapped and flipped sighs of woe

From way out in front near raging cursin’ from enemies in th’ lees

All worrisome to healers in th’ rear feelin’ fear for Spottedy-toe.

 

 

Now Spottedy be stronger, yet quakin’ as he shadowed Croaker,

Who now belched: “Old Crowsy, ye needs take your eyes higher!

“Higher, from that Crowser Lady, higher to see which way we stroker

Away, away, away from mean ol’ beasties drivin’ pea-pickers in mire!”

 

 

“Be ye still, be ye in peace,” came a whisper from down low,so low.

“Be ye filling ye-selves up to blow a mighty HUSH,” came from the dust.

“Be ye holdin’ ye-selves encircled by the Light from that scattering blow

Of glinting rocks a tumblin’ from th’ mighty kick a’ Spottedy-crust.

 

 

“Oh, yes, sweet friends,”did now whisper Cuddles over the fields.

“Oh, yes, dear ones-with-The-One, fill up now to blow Eternal Hush

“O’er these fields and rocks and rills down to the sea of enemy yields.

“For we are healed by The Light and we are Freed by The Light.”

 

 

“Oh, meezie, oh myzie,”burped Old Croaker back up to Ugly Bird with Crow.

“We uns needs not see which way dose beasties do come up at us!”

“We uns only needs to see little more Light, little more Bright to show

How we filled with Love from The One to Blow a Major Hush on that beastie bus!”

“……and have you ever heard an old crow belly-laugh?”


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“……and have you ever heard an old crow belly-laugh?”

 

 

 

 

Old Crow spots a lush field of succulent peas,

Hiding under fronds stretching for miles under evergreens.

High mountain-valley meadow holding much to please

And sighing caws does Old Crow beak over these worthy beans.

 

 

Just now Old Crow spies there a gorgeously plummaged one,

A veritable Lady Crowser so daintily pecking at just one pea.

Pretty, pretty most specialest beauty of a lady, so madey

Like those peas to please all friends and mostly Old Crow in plea.

 

 

Just as Crow circles to swoop down to bow to this Lady,

Ugly Cird calls about far away sounds from the riverine seasides:

“Such ugly, ugly bawling sqawling voice we uns do hear, ol’ Matey”

“Can we uns gather pease and quick, quick, get away to friend’s cave, besides?”


granbee:

Please support this Elephant Advocacy program. These elephants, these wonderful critterly friends, give us magnificent examples of group bonding and mutual support. What an inspiration as we continue on our journey towards connections for peace and goodwill!

Originally posted on Donkey Whisperer Farm Blog:

Friends of the Donkey Whisperer Farm blog,

Please take a moment to read this very important plea for help.  Please re-blog on your blog to help create awareness for change.  Select Elephant Advocacy  for more information.

GOD bless you and your family in Jesus Christ name,

Melody

http://www.donkeywhisperer.com

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“……and we received healing as we heard the berry pickers far away!”


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“……and we received healing as we heard the berry pickers far away!”

 

 

 

 

As Cuddles and Jitters patted and tapped on Spottedy chest

And the old goat began to breath easy under such touchy blessings

Ministering friends and healing Goat all heard humming in crest

O’er the near hills twixt healing bed and dark pits of dire stressings.

 

 

“What ye hear?  what dat humming?  So far, yet so near!”

Did Spottedy and healers all whispery-whistle as one.

“Shush, shush, dis hummin’ pours wellness into my bier,”

Did Spottedy caution healing friends in smiling tone.

 

 

“Ah, ah, now I haves it!” did spark up Jitters as he danced.

“Now I smell the drift of berry juice all drippin’ in the hums!”

“Dose foragin’ friends under Old Crow has founds foods so scanced!”

Thus did small smells and hums bring new hope to these tums.

 


Oh, that our critterly friends would hurry and fine the promise in this rainbow pool very, very soon! Lots of healing here, perhaps?

“……and now we go separate ways for separate duties!”


“……and now we go separate ways for separate duties!”

 

 

 

 

So, friends needing healing, friends needing feedings–

And friends needing new set of directions to the next bright spot

Did now divide themselves quite by nature into three leadings:

One group to nurse Spottedy,one to find food, one to find new map dot.

 

 

 

 

So scouting group formed by blend of Flop-Eared Boy and Donkey to hear

Both to lead in listening for water, for sounds of sizzling light to guide their parade,

For sounds of new friends in aide, for those working to bring grains to bear

These friends more strongly on their way, for sounds of forces forbade.

 

 

 

 

So quick food foraging group was already behind Old Crookeye, Old Dog;

To see better, to reach out with scoping and sniffing nearby ready eats

Bringing Mistress Mouse up from the rear to twitch out crumbs from clog

Bringing Littley Lamb to nose out tender shootlings from byways as treats.

 

 

 

 

So tender ministering toes and Bushy Palms and blinking and twinking

Did Croaker and Terrapin, Cuddles and Jiggles, Old Stump Woman and Fuzzy Worm

Bring to seep healing and love into Old Spottedy’ heart and soul, once sinking

Sung to blissful rest by Ugly Bird and overflown with cooling by Old Crow o’er the berm.

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