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We are all in this together. Communally express. Post your art, your poems, create expression events. We are each unique and indivdual vessels of expression, so add the invaluable ingredient you are to the collective soup we all create and consume.

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Comment by Cindi Landreth on January 19, 2013 at 11:02am: Hey Everyone - Pachamama Alliance is doing something fun - consider submitting YOUR photo! Check it out!

Your Submissions for New Photo of the Month: Show Us What Love Look...

Comment by Patricia Herlevi on May 9, 2012 at 3:51pm: You'll love this blog post--children's art in Bellingham...

http://pnwauthor.wordpress.com/2012/05/09/blogging-bellingham-kids-...

Comment by Patricia Herlevi on January 19, 2012 at 10:46am: I feel just a bit more contemporary and modern today. I published to e-short fiction on Kindle Singles.

Metaphysical romantic fiction without vampires or ghosts, but telepathy and sustainable lifestyles. I call my short fiction "green" fiction and most of it takes place in this region.

"Mon Amor Pierre" part 2

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006ZBKFCG

And "How They Finally Met" part 1

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006ZBQ2PA

You can sample the first few paragraphs for free.

Comment by Patricia Herlevi on November 21, 2011 at 5:47pm: If you love autumn leaves, you'll want to check out my post, Best of Leaves for 2011

http://pnwauthor.wordpress.com/2011/11/21/blogging-bellingham-best-...

Comment by Laura J Sellens on February 23, 2011 at 4:07pm: thanks!

Comment by Irene Hinkle on February 22, 2011 at 9:45am: Love your poem, Laura! A perfect inspiration for Spring Cleaning!

Comment by Heather K on December 31, 2010 at 1:25pm: The Peace of Wild Things
"When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water,
and the great heron feeds,
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free." -Wendell Berry

Ahh I long for more nature photo's please!

(David-Morgan-Christie-Jasmin!)

Comment by Cindi Landreth on July 26, 2010 at 12:28pm: Thank you, Laura - nice to meet that creative part of you!

Comment by jasmin liepa on July 26, 2010 at 12:22pm: in my acceptance, is the moment of stillness......surrendering to that I notice peace......love your sharing!!!

Comment by Laura J Sellens on July 26, 2010 at 1:55am: Today I found a poem I wrote a couple of months ago, and I liked it. Hope you do.

I'm clearing out the jungle of my life.
Taking out the habitat for strife
Where dark things lurk-I've got a lot of work
I'm...reverse-complexifying.

I'm pruning out the branches of my tree
that tangle and prevent my moving freely
There's fewer places for birds to sit, but for me it's a better fit
I'm busily dis-quantifying.

My structure becomes more harmonious
as I find what's...parsimonious
Stripping out the deadwood is starting to look pretty good!
I'm analyzing, and qualifying.

Scaling back to something more manageable
a little less grand, but a lot more tangible
Maybe it would do the trick to just keep track of a good stout stick
I've got to keep on simplifying.

A simple staff which bears no mark
I'll whittle off the leaves and bark
No decoration, rune or name--just the honesty of the natural grain
I'm shrinking, it's true, but I'm still trying.

Now, am I living like a sage? or
have I built a new kind of cage
walls made of the whittled shavings of love and growth and needless cravings
(Intentions my soul's defying)

Moments before it is cremated
I finally see what I've created-
Space and light! For trees to grow, the like of which I don't yet know
Nourished by the ashes of that which is dying.

The body waits sublime and still
absorbing water, gathering will
then Skyward! come the tender shoots; Earthward! plumb the eager roots
Upon the sun I am relying.

It is what it is and I go 'round again
pretty much back to where I've already been;
more clear and more honest with much less collusion. Perpetuating the cycle of illusion
is lying.

Perhaps one of these days in some iteration
I'll finally create the right situation
to bloom, and keep blooming no matter the hour
-to draw from a deeper wellspring of power
But 'till then I live in the human condition
Slashing and burning each new edition
And as I whittle down each new rendition,
what I've learned before, I'm applying.