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This is my friend, Dr. Debbie Tobin. She is a biologist and here she is bawling her eyes out as she holds the paw of a sea otter as it takes its last breath. That month, in Homer, Alaska, they witnessed 80 sea otters die from paralytic shellfish poisoning. Whales, sea lions and tens of thousands of seabirds also died from this ocean warming event. Scientists called it the “blob”. The blob was a warm body of water off the coast of Alaska, British Columbia, California and all the way down to Mexico. It was a glimpse into the future of what’s going to happen when our oceans warm. But there is a solution and it is called drawing down on carbon. We must vote for people who factor in the health of our planet as well as the economy. What is @justinpjtrudeau , the Prime Minister of Canada doing? He is forcing Canadians to use their taxpayer dollars to buy a pipeline to transport the most carbon intensive and dirty oil in the world from Canada to China. I voted for him and encouraged others to do so and for that I am truly sorry. This will become our Standing Rock to the North. #standupforourplanet #cleanenergy #climatechangeisreal

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Tribal gypsy life

Your life purpose just becomes taking care of these kids that fight you for a single step of the way. You have to just surrender. I still feel that urgency to do something bigger, do something better like maybe I’m gonna read book that’ll change the world but I haven’t written it yet.

Connected to the source

Connected to the source

Of inspiration

My heart opened from years

of being neglected

I could feel my desires

Focus in appreciation

My tears flowed freely like a river

Of the divine

Being nourished

And time stood still

rain

Rain

Sometimes the weather feels as though it is a part of my being, belonging to me blending with my tears soaking my emotions. Rhyming with pain as it makes my body ache. A chorus of insanity falls upon the earth. Flooding our plane of existence letting everyone see how I feel. No sun shall shine from the sky, warming my insides, burning my skin. The moon and stars in the midnight sky will disguise themselves hiding mysteriously behind the darkened clouds from our curious eyes tonight.

The rain seems to follow me wherever I go, from Maine to the bottom of Mexico, making me wet from the inside out, soaking my dignity along with my clothes.

On a day like this, everything is a uniform of grey. Shadows standing tall and proud around any corner you may turn. Everybody goes on with their life in a downpour. The cars flying over thirty-five hydroplane down the streets. Splashing innocent, not so lucky, pedestrians now immersed in a mixture of oily, murky nasty water the road had willingly collected for this occasion.

Kids have no worries as they make sure not to miss the chance to jump, dance, splash and kick through every puddle they come across only to arrive home in their soggy wet clothes, dripping with muddy liquid all over their mamma’s clean floor. The pretty girls hide their hair. Brave men just don’t care. No matter where you look, what you will perceive is the drizzle falling from the sky. How the motion concurs over the still dryness that use to be.

A rainfall at night may hold us for ransom inside during the long hours of the darkness. There is a constant tapping, reminding us to listen intently to the conditions of the battle on the roof above you. The wind is rattling the windows as if Mother Nature is trying to break in to get you. It is only the sound of her tears crying on my window of pain, reminding me of sorrow. The sound of many raindrops hypnotizes me into a transcended state of mind as they hit upon the objects of the earth in the midnight hours.

The night crawlers are having a field day playing slimming their way through the mud, grass and foliage. Outside I get high from my altered states of consciousness, I feel safe from the flood of emotion. The cats are running from one shelter from the next, trying to keep their precious fur coats dry. I observe the individual translucent rain droplets as they hit the middle of the pools of water, the infinity of circles after impact as it dissipates and becomes one adding to the mass of metallic looking liquid.

Lightening enhances the world we live in with illuminating flashes of light. When the hot and cold air fronts come together, it creates a magical sky. Incredibly ravishing electricity with artistic streaks of light tears through the overcast sky. The incredibly ravaging electricity with artistic streaks of light tears through the overcast sky making it scream and holler as it strikes the earth with a killer bolt. Thunder rolls the storm clouds in with a roar of warning making your eardrums vibrate with the intense sound of the storms position. Anticipating the eye of the storm hoping that it doesn’t see you. Lightning can be dangerous, but it is still exciting to me, reviving me with incredible amounts of energy with every glimpse of fire that is cast upon the earth from the heavens above. When I search the skies for a vision to ponder I find striking results in a midsummers storm.

I have to look past the winter, for the rain is far too cold bringing on long bouts of misery that tends to dampen my spirits. The weather is an amazing natural condition I often find that it helps to stabilize my moods, in one direction or another.

I often feel the rain is a part of my being. I take it personally for it is mine alone. During the middle of a storm, I lift my hands high above my head in homage, letting the rain saturate my palms, spilling down in streams through the pits of my arms. I can only giggle as the torture tickles me for the rest of the fallen rain drops stain my clothes wet. From as far as I can see to the ground below my feet each molecule is a part of this universe a unity for you and me to wash our lives.

each drop is a reflection of the world we live in upside down without judgment….

Sacred holistic arts

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