Out Of The Chrysalis

I got my HIPPY LOVE Necklace

This just came in the mail today.

It's what I got on Ebay. 

Look down to 2 posts ago.

I'm loving it.

x0x

The Old Hippie Girl

~ PEACE AND LOVE~

Riley's Teeth

Oh my gosh.

I have had so many dogs in my life.   But only one puppy, my first dog Hughie, left me any baby teeth. Like more years ago than I want to think about.  

Since then,  no one has spit them out.

I've always wanted a ring made from some.

Last night,  we were watching "Survivor".  Riley was chewing and chewing and starting pawing on the rug.  OMG there was a little white thing that he was trying to get.

I ran over..yes yes..my heart be still...a little MOLAR!

Then he continued to chew on the bone and starting rolling something around on his tongue.  I ran over and stuck my fingers in his mouth. (Poor thing..I do it at least 10 times a day..checking for loose teeth).

ANOTHER MOLAR...AND IT MATCHES!!  

LIFE IS SWEET.

My treasure is below.  I'm going to have an old gold ring melted down and these put into a new one with his teeth in it.   Do you know a good jeweler?  

Ok..don't look if you have a weak stomach....  

My Gift from Riley

What's Going On?

I guess I'm going back to being a child of the sixties.  

With the jewelry, that is.

I just bought this on Ebay.  It was listed as a hippy necklace.  I paid $3.75 for it.

I know someone loved it, at one time.

Isn't it adorable?

I can't wait to see it in person.

 

Chief Seattle Speech was written by a Screenwriter..but we can learn so much..

I love this speech.  It touches my soul, my heart, my being.  We need to read and listen with our hearts.  You know why.

However,  I just discovered that it was really written for a film called "Home" by  screenwriter Ted Perry.  Just an aside tidbit.

I don't care.  I find it touching and prophetic.  Actually it gives me chills.  But then it's supposed to do that.  It rings true.

I hope that you'll savor and enjoy it. 

http://www.snopes.com/quotes/seattle.asp

How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?  Every part of the Earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clear and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries the memory and experience of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries the memories of the red man.  The white man's dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful Earth, for it is the mother of the red man. We are part of the Earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters, the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony, and the man, all belong to the same family.  So, when the Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land, he asks much of us. The Great White Chief sends word he will reserve us a place so that we can live comfortably to ourselves. He will be our father and we will be his children. So we will consider your offer to buy land. But it will not be easy. For this land is sacred to us.  This shining water that moves in streams and rivers is not just water but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you land, you must remember that it is sacred blood of our ancestors. If we sell your land, you must remember that it is sacred, and you must teach your children that it is sacred and that each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells of events in the life of my people. The waters murmur is the voice of my father's father.  The rivers of our brothers they quench our thirst. The rivers carry our canoes and feed our children. If we sell you our land, you must remember to teach your children that the rivers are our brothers, and yours, and you must henceforth give the rivers the kindness that you would give my brother. We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs. The Earth is not his brother, but his enemy and when he has conquered it, he moves on. He leaves his father's graves behind, and he does not care. He kidnaps the Earth from his children, and he does not care.  BIRTHRIGHT  His father's grave, and his children's birthright are forgotten. He treats his mother, the Earth, and his brother, the same, as things to be bought, plundered, sold like sheep or bright beads. His appetite will devour the Earth and leave behind only a desert.  I do not know. Our ways are different from yours ways. The sight of your cities pains the eyes of the red man. But perhaps it is because the red man is a savage and does not understand.  There is no quiet place in the white man's cities. No place to hear the unfurling of leaves in spring, or the rustle of an insect's wings. But perhaps it is because I am a savage and do not understand. The clatter only seems to insult the ears. And what is there to life if a man cannot hear the lonely cry of a whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around a pond at night. I am a red man and do not understand. The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of the pond, and the smell of the wind itself, cleansed by a midday rain, or scented with the pinon pine.  PRECIOUS  The air is precious to the red man, for all things share the same breath - the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same breath. The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes. Like a man dying for many days, he is numb to the stench. But if we sell you our land, you must remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports. The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sigh. And if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, as a place where even the white man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow's flowers.  So we will consider your offer to buy our land. If we decide to accept, I will make one condition - the white man must treat the beasts of this land as his brothers.  I am a savage and do not understand any other way. I have seen a thousand rotting buffaloes on the prairie, left by the white man who shot them from a passing train. I am a savage and do not understand how the smoking iron horse can be made more important than the buffalo that we kill only to stay alive.  What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness of the spirit. For whatever happens to the beasts, soon happens to man. All things are connected.  RESPECT  You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of our grandfathers. So that they will respect the land, tell your children that the Earth is rich with the lives of our kin. Teach your children what we have taught our children, that the Earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the Earth befalls the sons of the Earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.  This we know - the Earth does not belong to man - man belongs to the Earth. This we know. All things are connected like the blood which unites one family. All things are connected.  Whatever befalls the Earth - befalls the sons of the Earth. Man did not weave the web of life - he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.  Even the white man, whose God walks and talks with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all. We shall see. One thing we know, which the white man may one day discover - Our God is the same God. You may think now that you own Him as you wish to own our land, but you cannot. He is the God of man, and His compassion is equal for red man and the white. The Earth is precious to Him, and to harm the Earth is to heap contempt on its creator. The whites too shall pass, perhaps sooner than all other tribes.  But in your perishing you will shine brightly, fired by the strength of the God who brought you to this land and for some special purpose gave you dominion over this land and over the red man. That destiny is a mystery to us, for we do not understand when the buffalo are slaughtered, the wild horses tamed, the secret corners of the forest heavy with scent of many men, and the view of the ripe hills blotted by talking wires. Where is the thicket? Gone. Where is the Eagle? Gone. The end of living and the beginning of survival.  Chief Seattle 1854

Origins:   Though undeniably beautiful, the preceding speech is not even remotely authentic. Rather than issuing from the very real Chief Seattle in 1854, those moving words were written by a screenwriter in 1971. 

♥ ♣ Day

xOx

                                   

Little Piglet

Cute for a dreary day.

How cute it this?  

~Enjoy~

 

 

RILEY TEETHING cartoon.....

 

Guest Post From MEL (For Horse Lovers)

Good Morning!

I got the cutest email from my friend Mel.  We like to share photos.  

Mel travels around the valley a lot and takes photos every day. Often they are published in the local paper.  Many are of historical places and others are hysterical.

Here is my guest's post.  I hope that you'll enjoy it as much as I did. 

Thank you Mel!

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To: My Fellow Americans

This morning as I drove by this Fort Jones Ranch I spotted a mare and her foal [baby] sleeping and couldn’t resist taking photos.  An hour later I returned hoping to catch them up and about, and to my surprise…………..

 

 

 

 

 

Around the Corner...Spring is emerging

 

There is nothing more beautiful than the sound of a Meadowlark.  They harken spring's arrival.  

Push the movie forward to the next one to see the other sounds and sights.  Just beautiful.

I let the dogs out this morning as usual.

 And then I heard him.  He had a friend calling back.  They always do.  That call makes my heart sing.

The forecast has been wierd.  I thought I was getting up to snow and cold air.  But no.

Nice surprise.

And sounds.    

Meadowlarks are so cool.  My heart beats faster when I hear them.  Really truly.

And this information.  What they do,  who they are.

Nests:  The nest of the Western Meadowlark usually is partially covered by a grass roof. It may be completely open, however, or it may have a complete roof and an entrance tunnel several feet long.  

Like how cool is that?

Funny:  A male Western Meadowlark usually has two mates at the same time. The females do all the incubation and brooding, and most of the feeding of the young.

Men.

I wondered about this:  The Western Meadowlark uses a "chase" display during pair formation, with the male chasing the female. The female usually starts the display, and she determines the speed of the chase. If a male has two mates, both females may participate in the display at one time.

Now you know.  Thank heavens.

This was the one in our yard from this morning.  They are shy so I couldn't get too close. I was annoying him.

He has his little white horn things out on top of his head.  

Hey Dude!  Yes..you own it!  

 

I cropped the photo down.  You can see his little horns.

I love my little Meadowlarks.

~ENJOY~