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Not the “proper” materials, and yet a solid start … First attempt EVER at drawing a face. #2pencil + watercolor pencils on lined journal = excellent erasing … Muddied end product. All in all time well spent! Chamomile’s inspiration was procured from between two garden tiles in the backyard. Ahhh nature! http://www.willowing.org/2010/05/21/art-heart-healing-a-free-course-for-all/

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💚💜❤️ http://www.willowing.org/2010/05/21/art-heart-healing-a-free-course-for-all/ ❤️💜💚

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"The convergence of our ancestral experiences into a single body can be both confounding and liberating. If we trace our history, we may find a sense of purpose in reuniting with that which our ancestors loved and were longing for. On the other hand, we may also carry vestiges of their trauma and embittered hopes in our bloodstream, and take it as only our own. It's important to remember ourselves as the expression and extension of a long line of survivors. Our lives are but a continuation of all those who came before. In that way, their wounds are our own, in that it is up to us to make something of them. It is liberating to consider that when we heal an ancestral pattern, we are healing backwards through time, liberating all those souls who were left unresolved, unforgiven and misunderstood." - Dreamwork with Toko-pa Excerpted from the forthcoming book on “Belonging” 2016 © Toko-pa Turner (To read more, sign up for Toko-pa’s free newsletter here: http://eepurl.com/jtRaL ) Artwork by Caroline Manière - Femmes médecine

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Hello sunny!

Nature, wicca & love. Enjoy :3

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http://upliftconnect.com/hold-space/

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http://www.energymuse.com/blog/solar-plexus-chakra-healing-crystals-2/

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Sue's rouge band of chicken vagabonds ...

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by Steve Nygaard

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Outrageousness!

Sharing is Caring #Yuliart #YuliaArtDots #leaf #dryleafs #dots #dotart #nature #tree #Mandala #seapebbles #seatreasures #paintedleaf # by yuliart.dots

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Nature Mandala

Inspired by Dana’s beautiful nature mandalas, I set out to make my own. I have little experience in mandalas except reading about the sand mandalas the Tibetan monks make. They create complex circular designs out of sand and then ritualistically destroyed their creation, ceremonies and prayers lifted up during the end.

I set out in the morning with a bag and a husband and we skirted along the hems of native plants growing in profusion along a creek. I always hesitate to pick flowers. It feels cruel tearing the flower asunder from the mother plant and as much as I love bouquets of fresh flowers, I rarely indulge. Today however, I sniffed the breeze and began to pluck tiny purple Michaelmas daisies, dropping them into a pouch as I went along. After dodging assorted bumblebees and harvesting a few flowers, I marveled at how many flowers were left. It’s as if I never touched them, so many still tilted purple under the sun. I prayed a quiet “Thank You” for the bounty of the flowers and sent a few lavender buds into the breeze in an attempt to return what I had taken. We moved onto a sumac bush.

What I did not expect was while I gathered, I felt my heart threading its way through the rising vegetation and then along the water of the cool creek glinting below. For the first time in my life, I did not want to leave my current home. The thought of leaving this small piece of restored land, profuse with flowers, bugs and animals, suddenly wrenched my heart out. I come from a long line of wanderers (as I think most Americans do) and I have always wondered where we would wander next after this home. This time, however, I did not want to wander. My hands were joined to the land as I nimbly picked leaves and flowers and now my heart was as well.

Leaves, flowers, and crabapples in hand, we wandered back and I began to build my mandala, spinning out a circle that radiated from three glowing daisies in the center. I built the art knowing that it would come swiftly apart and be sent back into the world. A certain joy caught up with me then- the joy of freedom. It’s a very gentle feeling, very small but it grew as I added leaf after leaf and flowers after flower to the circles. It continued on even as I ripped the mandala apart, sending the bounty back to the outdoors. As I cleaned up the litter and tiny bugs fallen from the petals, I reflected on how the mandala wasn’t to make money, to further my career or anything like that. It was a celebration of play. It was the gathering, the creation of beauty and then the destruction that is so necessary to our lives. The materials I loosened from the plants and trees were now settling into the earth for the next growth cycle. My internal load was lightened as well during this simple ritual. Making a mandala clears the mind and sweetly teaches the lesson of letting go.  As we head into winter, I look forward to making more mandalas out of what the season offers. Even in the depths of dark cold, there will be a few twigs and berries to lend themselves to creation.

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creating nature mandalas in space where we meet around city

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Sharing is Caring Watch me unfold.

#flowers #mandala #flora #nature #water #photography #travel #vsco #vscocam #vscopreme #vscophile #instadaily #igers by nettizen_

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Tutorial: Get your hands dirty this summer by making these 3 nature-inspired mandalas. http://bit.ly/1RkLbiu

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Mandala Life ART , Designed Towels | Incredible natural mandala

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‘In a gentle way you can shake the world’ ~ Mahatma Gandhi

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#innerroots, #livingalife