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Does anyone know the name of this flowering plant?

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NOLA Day 3
Shiny Rocks V.5
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People who can see me in non-cyber space know I love shiny rocks.  I pick them up.  I carry them with me. I randomly give them away. I accept them as gifts.
This is the second in a series of biweekly features about sharing the gems and jewels I find along the way  (quotes, songs, thoughts, notes, websites, photos i take, photos I see).   I hope you like the shiny cyber rocks. I may update Shiny Rocks all during the day as I come across new shiny things.
If you have some shiny rocks you'd like to share leave them in the comments.   Let me know what you think.
May truth, love, and light embrace you and emanate from you.

Hurray for the Riff Raff is a new group to me.  I love the honest feel I found in their music.  Listen to their new album, Small Town Heroes.  Then buy it!
   


Down sizing my life and moving into an RV has brought a lot of interesting ideas into my life.  One of those is the tiny home.  Tiny Diamond Homes is good place to start exploring this.

I put these in the metaphysical suitcase: 
The Monkey Buddha turned out to be not metaphysical when I got there.
I plan to spend some time exploring the IONS site. 
And finding universal wisdom might be worth a peek.   ;-)
 
For only $4.97 you can have adventure or inspiration.
  
Toothpaste has risen to a whole new level.  hahahaha

I think everything you need to know resides within you.
 
Arty stuff:
Whatever your art is, Wayne White is worth checking out.  
If you haven't seen Beauty is Embarrassing you should.
  

 Things I thought:

• Could it be that our culture purposely separates us from spiritual things so we will be better cogs and consumers?  
• Is it in the corporate interest to keep us from thinking and to keep us evolving and growing spiritually?
• Do not be afraid.  Slay your dragon. Take off your armor. Jump!

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Shiny Rocks V.1
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Many years ago or maybe not that many, the pulp wood men would go out into the forest and harvest trees.
Occasional these men would cut a tree containing an active squirrel's nest with baby squirrels inside.  A few of these men knew about my grandfather and once in a while they would bring him the baby squirrels to raise.

Throughout my childhood there would be baby squirrels in his house.  One day he lost one.  He looked for it off and on all day.  He finally found the baby curled up in the toe of his slipper later that night.

He loved the squirrels.  He kept nest boxes and feeding stations scattered through the black walnut grove that was his backyard.  These are the bottles he used when he fed the babies until they were grown and he could release them in his yard.

One of the things he really enjoyed was sitting on his front porch surrounded by the squirrels and birds that would come and eat out his hand.  For a child it was a magical experience.  All these years later it's still magical. 

I hope your life is filled with birds and squirrels and magic. 
    
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My teacher/friend fell down today and got up with some road rash on his nose. He wouldn’t hold hands. He thought he was a big boy and could do it on his own.
When Christy told me about it, all the times I thought I was a big boy and didn’t need to hold hands suddenly flashed in my mind. Not as individual events, but one big flash.
Seems this lesson has been taught to me over and over and over and over. Why I keep forgetting how much I need to hold hands beats me. I keep thinking I’m a big boy and can do it by myself. How stupid can one person be?

DO OVER

Illusion's  teacher/friend fell down today and got up with some road rash on Illusion's nose. Illusion wouldn’t hold hands. Illusion thought Illusion was a big boy and could do it on Illusion's own.
When Illusion told Illusion about it, all the times Illusion thought Illusion was a big boy and didn’t need to hold hands suddenly flashed in Illusion's mind. Not as individual events, but one big flash.
Seems this lesson has been taught to Illusion over and over and over and over. Why Illusion keeps forgetting how much Illusion needs to hold hands beats Illusion. Illusion keeps thinking Illusion is a big boy and can do it by Illusion's self.

How stupid can one Illusion be?

Dichotomy?  What dichotomy?