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"Lunar Blessing" by Emile Corsi, 1863

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“At every breath, humanity opens its lungs. Within each breath, unifying molecules of oxygen infuse your humanity with their pure wisdom, the realization that you are not separate from the whole.” Their perfect synchronicity produced a sense of deep calm, and the rhythmical flow of my breath was like a sacred hymn toned in unison with them.4 “Without fear,” they continued, “the blood brings this realization into the flow of embodiment, and in doing so, your truth—a state of communion with the whole—is made manifest via your heart.”

“When constricted by grief, your lungs cannot open, the river of breath cannot flow, and the wisdom of oxygen cannot pour in. Prevented from realizing its very own nature, humanity is choking in this painful state and even getting somewhat accustomed—addicted—to it.” He went on tenderly, “In each moment, humanity can open its eyes to close the rift that separates it from the whole by realizing that there is no rift at all. This realization heals the root cause of humanity’s pain. Instead, it has looked for a quick relief from its effects, filling up the lungs with my smoke to bring a temporary peace away from a pain it forgot it never needed. Instead of asking for complete healing, humanity has misused me as a partial sedative—this abuse turned me into a poison.”

Quote from the book Thus Spoke the Plant, of Monica Gagliano

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Unknown photo credits.

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There is, after all, no harsher bitterness than that of a person who is his own worst enemy.

Carl Jung

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Patrizia Burra.

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"Swallowed Whole" I created this painting for my "Cedar Creek Series".  The painting features an abandoned vehicle collecting moss and taking on a disguise of the forest, as mother nature swallows it whole. As a child, I lived at my grandparents' place for a while. They had a chunk of property where my grandfather parked old cars under the cedar trees. As time marches on, nature reclaims them, and the Cedar Creek art series unfolds. This is the 7th piece in the series. Acrylic painting on stretched canvas, size 16x20 inches, with a half inch depth. 

SteelArt By N.E.Thompson

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"Sing with intention, draw with words, speak in colour, dance with emotion." 💙

- Monaristw

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Your soul knows. It will tell you when it's time to distance yourself from those who no longer align with you mentally, emotionally, physically, or energetically.

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It’s soooo pretty! And smells soooooo good!!

Wood, sage, and sea salt goats milk soap! 🤍🧼🫧 yes, I get excited about soap!

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