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Events and Info from the Sacred Muse. Campbell River Spirit Fair Vendor Registration. Our circle is accepting of all, regardless of race, gender or orientation. Whether you are an experienced covener, new to the craft or just curious, you are welcome here.
My Quick and Dirty Imbolc Ritual. When I first started .
HAVE YOU EVER EATEN GATOR TAIL? Ok I know gators are protected and all, but that is not the point of the question. Anyway, I have eaten gator tail. And to the question, what did it taste like? And does it allow us to experience all that the world has to offer. A Zen master said that once a child learns his colors he becomes blind. I realized that the master was talking about this same t.
In fact; in what may be the most shameful confession I have ever made on this blog, I failed math in University.
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Spending time with my mother, Florence Otway - as she remembers. Monday, February 2, 2009. Sunday, February 1, 2009. Mom catches a saboteur during WWII. Florence Otway and a friend approach the I Miller factory in Long Island City during WII. My mother went to Cooper Union before the war. Her mother designed hats, and Mom became a shoe designer for I Miller.
Blue Collar Tales of the Wild Antarctic. An illustrated memoir by elaine parker. The crevasse yawned beneath me, scaring me like nothing ever had. Were already dancing their mops in graceful arcs across the potholed linoleum. The icebreaker had torn a path through the ice, ushering in.
i was volunteering with bcworkshop. I also got to watch my friend and true talent, lauren adelle crowder. You did an amazing job creating a bea.
The Chronicles of a Stressed Out Working Mom. October 5, 2011 7 Comments. And he wentjumping on his bed, rocking in his chairs, and laughing, as if to say, Thank you for letting me grow up a little right now. Like a construction crew, my husband and I toiled, taking piles of old toys and clothes to charity and trash to the dumpster. His old room was transformed into a beautiful new guest room; his new room now the next chapter of his life.