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Forest Stars


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A dusting of miniature, lily white Faery star blossoms blanketed the forest, both diminishing me to their humbling yet rich, Earthly perspective and expanding me to their reflection of the boundless twinkling Cosmos above.

I felt like I was walking among the stars.

Shine True ~ Shine Compassionately


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Just because something works well for others does not mean it will work well for you.

We are all on different paths and the embodiment we’ve individually chosen has a different purpose for each of us to emanate.

Don’t be afraid to create your own way and to shine your true nature.

Equally so, cultivate unconditionally compassionate understanding and honor for others on a different path whose purpose is to shine their uniqueness as brightly as possible.

We may be unified at our Source, but Source is unlimited.

A Sky Full Of Stars


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A Sky Full Of Stars

Cause you’re a sky cause you’re a sky full of stars
I’m gonna give you my heart
Cause you’re a sky cause you’re a sky full of stars
Cause you light up the path

And I don’t care go on and tear me apart
And I don’t care if you do
Cause in a sky cause in a sky full of stars
I think I saw you

Cause you’re a sky cause you’re a sky full of stars
I want to die in your arms
Cause you get lighter the more it gets dark
I’m gonna give you my heart

And I don’t care go on and tear me apart
And I don’t care if you do
Cause in a sky cause in a sky full of stars
I think I see you
I think I see you

Cause in a sky cause in a sky full of stars
I think I see you
I think I see you

Cause you’re a sky you’re a sky full of stars
Such a heavenly view
You’re such a heavenly view

Pleiades and Poetry


Pleiades - the right corner of a much larger (4 1/2 x 5 feet) commissioned painting I did for a private collector many years ago - revealing my passion for, and onset of my, cosmic creations

I’ve been seeing myself drawn back to my cosmic roots with the themes that are showing up in my paintings lately and what I feel resonation with in channeling onto canvas. I thought it would be fun to share a piece (this is only the right corner of a large 4 1/2 x 5 foot painting) of one of my painting commissions I did many years ago. It was really the doorway to this cosmic opening that I’ve seen always prevalent in essence in my work, and then in tangible cycles literally showing up along my artistic journey. A revealing glimpse into the depth of Tania can be discovered through the work I am passionately inspired to create.

Here are some poetic reflections from Walt Whitman on enduring love and our connection to everything.

Walt Whitman : On the Beach at Night

On the beach at night,
Stands a child with her father,
Watching the east, the autumn sky.

Up through the darkness,
While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black
	masses spreading,
Lower sullen and fast athwart and down the sky,
Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the
	east,
Ascends large and calm the lord-star Jupiter,
And night at hand, only a very little above,
Swim the delicate sisters the Pleiades.

From the beach the child holding the hand of her
	father,
Those burial-clouds that lower victorious soon to
	devour all,
Watching, silently weeps.

Weep not, child,
Weep not, my darling,
With these kisses let me remove your tears,
The ravening clouds shall not long be victorious,
They shall not long possess the sky, they devour the
	stars only in apparition,
Jupiter shall emerge, be patient, watch again another
	night, the Pleiades shall emerge,
They are immortal, all those stars both silvery and
	golden shall shine out again,
The great stars and the little ones shall shine out
	again, they endure,
The vast immortal suns and the long-enduring
	pensive moons shall again shine.

Then dearest child mournest thou only for Jupiter?
Considerest thou alone the burial of the stars?

Something there is,
(With my lips soothing thee, adding I whisper,
I give thee the first suggestion, the problem and
	indirection,)
Something there is more immortal even than the
	stars,
(Many the burials, many the days and nights, passing
	away,)
Something that shall endure longer even than
	lustrous Jupiter,
Longer than sun or any revolving satellite,
Or the radiant sisters the Pleiades.
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