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Wednesday, March 14, 2012
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Monday, February 27, 2012
Reggies Dedication pages
Yesterday would have been Reggies' 19th birthday so I'm posting a link to her dedication pages in Chloe's Garden. Happy Birthday my little cuppy cake. Mommy misses you terrible.
This is a web site for dedications to potbellied pigs who have passed into spirit. Reggie is there in this special spot.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Mother I Feel You
Mother I Feel You
from Wingsong by Dianne Martin
Mother, I feel you under my feet
Mother, I hear your heartbeat
Mother, I feel you under my feet
Mother, I hear your heartbeat
Heya heya heya heya heya hey yo
Heya heya heya heya hey yo-oh
Heya heya heya heya heya hey yo
Heya heya heya heya hey yo-oh
The Drum
The Drum
The drum maker makes ready, the sage is burned
The silent prayers are offered
The hide of the four-legged who’s heart beat had stopped is ready
Soaked with the water of life anew
The tree, aged & wise, blown over by the winds of time is at peace with its journey
Tis found, the wood
The wood carver dreams, cares for & cures the rings of life
Together the spirits of animal, tree & man shall be bonded
The first rhythm of this creation is a soft heartbeat
Sending forth vibrations of love thru the silence of time
The gratitude, joy & harmony will live forever
Tis the Drum
deerheart
Saturday, February 11, 2012
The Elusive Smell of Snow
The Elusive Smell of an Approaching Snow Fall
When I was just a small child I can remember my grandma Merna lifting me up on her ample lap . As we sat on her rocker and watched out the kitchen window for the approaching snow fall. She would whisper in my tiny ear."Becky dear it is going to snow today can you smell it in the air?"
When I grew up and had children of my own I would tell them about the crisp , clean smell of snow.
My children always asked me what it smelled like, and I would explain that it smelled ,clean , fresh, cold and beautiful. It smelled like a blanket of crisp white peace that was spread across the land, or a clean white linen table cloth that just came off the line.
As I stood outside today, Just like grandma taught me many years ago I could smell the snow as it fell softly to the ground, and on the way down it kissed my cheeks.
I felt the peace, but I also felt the loneliness without my grandma there to share the moment.
I blew some snowflakes to heaven just for her to kiss her cheek. I miss you grandma.
I think that only you and I could really smell the snow.
by: Becky DiNolfi ©
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Potbellied Pigs Live Here
POTBELLIED PIGS LIVE HERE
If you don't want to be greeted with
snooty kisses and wagging tails,
Don't come inside, because
POTBELLIED PIGS LIVE HERE
If you don't like the sound of snuffling, snouts
Don't come inside, because
POTBELLIED PIGS LIVE HERE
If you don't want to rub a piggies waiting belly,
Don't come inside, because,
POTBELLIED PIGS LIVE HERE
If you think home should be neat and tidy,
Don't come inside, because
POTBELLIED PIGS LIVE HERE
If the sight of blankie piles offend you,
Don't come inside, because
POTBELLIED PIGS LIVE HERE
But if you don't mind all this and you bring a few treats!!...
You will be instantly loved when you do come inside,
because
POTBELLIED PIGS LIVE HERE
Thank You Creator
Thank You Creator
by:Rebecca DiNolfi ©
As I look out my window, through all the trees,
I see nothing ,but beauty looking at me.
I thank my Creator who moved me far from my home ,
Who placed me in Heaven ,and left me alone .
As I sit at my computer, and write this to you
I thank my Creator for bringing me through.:
Through Heart ache ,and hate
Through grown children, controlling my fate.
Through all the tough things he put on my plate
Through a husband who left because something was missing
Through finding myself all alone reminiscing
Through a need to be loved for just being a wife.
Through sicknesses, that should have taken my life
Through losses that can’t be counted by numbers
Through days that you just need to stay under your covers
I thank my Creator for opening my eyes:
To see all the beauty, and reach for the skies.
To teach other people what love is about
To get Piggy kisses from a muddy snout
To help other people all over the globe,
To be able to keep their pigs in their homes.
To Reiki, and drumming
To friends that abound, all over this world who’s friendships I’ve found
To food in my tummy and a roof over my head I thank my Creator for saving my bed
To talents ,and gifts that have just come my way.
To things that I‘ve learned, and share every day
To Reggie and Pepper my Potbellied Pigs, who tough me to love unconditionally.
To patients , acceptance, and why I am here.
To the needs of others all who I now hold so dear.
To just being me, that it ‘s really OK
So Here’s my intention for this brand New Year
To Pass love to everyone and bring them good cheer.
To raise my vibration
To show them the light
To love unconditionally and make everything bright.
To follow my dreams and believe in Creation
To pass love on to save a great Nation
As I send this to you on this mournful day ,
I'm asking you please count your blessings and pray
For a much better year to come our way.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
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