Flower of Childhood
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Lemurian Abbey
The Lemurian Abbey, which lies beyond the Glastonbury Tor, is strictly restricted to members of the Order of Soul Food, to those votaries who have committed themselves to Making Art A Daily Practice and to building The Lemurian Abbey Community.
Monday, May 02, 2005
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The Soul Food Hermitage Store is the place where travellers, who plan to travel lightly, can stop to buy some supplies. The Messenger and Tote bags are perfect
for carrying your journal, scissors, glue and pens. Buy one and you will be ready to write anywhere, be it at the local coffee shop or while waiting for an appointment.
The Crest Hermitage is a Nature Store stocking a wide variety of magnificent nature cards, prints, magnets and other merchandise. It features the work of Monika Roleff.
Previous Posts
- The Children's Flower
- Novice to the Abbey
- May Day
- thistledown angels
- Beltane Greetings
- Lilacs
- Happy Beltane!
- Dancers in the Depths
- Holding On
- astronomer
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This is for you Anita Marie, if you happen to get here. After my daughter read my sweetish poem about dandelions, she showed me what they used to do with them in Elementary School. You hold the flower in one hand with your thumb at the ready and then sing, “Mama had a baby and the . . . head popped off.” At the proper moment you flip your thumb and decapitate the flower. “Oh yeah,” says Lezlie, “we used to sit on the playground in a field of dandelions doing that over and over all during recess . . .”
Winnie, this is just the picture I needed to accompany my posting about those little yellow devils!
thank you
We used to put a flower under a chin and seeing the yellow reflected said "She loves butter"--makes no sense but was a ritual.
We also did the "she loves butter" ritual, but never with dandelions, only with yellow buttercups! Because my skin was so pale, I reflected the yellow more than most people did. Everyone loved to do this "ritual" on me, because it actually worked.
The yellow cup flower we played this game with was much more delicate than this flower Winnie. All this talk of butter cup flower games brings back memories of sitting making daisy chains on Spring days and wearing garlands of them around our neck. Your painting is simply gorgeous.
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