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The most beautiful and best friend a girl could ever hope for ❤️❤️❤️❤️ love you Katie Andrews xxxx
Cloud Porno, couldn't help but watch 😘💕
New Zealand you take my breath away ❤️
▪️Star Children▪️the very molecules that make up your body, the atoms that construct every molecule, are traceable to the crucibles that were once the centers of high mass stars that exploded their chemically rich guts into the galaxy, enriching pristine gas clouds with the chemistry of life. So that we are all connected to each other biologically, to the earth chemically and to the rest of the universe atomically.
🔸As the Sun Sets🔸
"Don't count the days, make the days count"
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🔸We have no time to stop and stare🔸 so much beauty in the little things around us I think we should take some time to just stare at times :)
10•03•2013
|| March Skies ||
The sky never lies,
But they do, those who live beneath the skies. They lie to themselves, they think possessions and money will give them many shelves. For all the materials they possess because they think this is happiness. But shear bliss and true happiness come from within, the heart and mind, when they are connected and not blind. Then we can appreciate every bite we eat, every fallen leaf upon the street, every cloud painted sky x.
Pooped!
Exactly how I feel about this masters........ ❤
|| Conscious ||
Who are you? A name? A history? A set of principles? But... Question beyond, Who are you?
|| The Butterfly || At first it is the size of a tiny wheat grain which grows into a small grub. In three days it is a tiny caterpillar.
The caterpillar has a voracious apatite and grows (a symbol of materialism). Then it becomes quiescent and changes shape. It is now called a chrysalis (a symbol of the soul trapped in the body) It's outershell is hard and the chrysalis movies if you touch it. It attaches itself by cobweb like filaments and is unfurnished without mouth or any other apparent organ. After a little while the outer coating bursts asunder and out flys the winged creature that me call 'psyche' or butterfly (symbolizing the freedom of the soul upon death). The Greek word for butterfly is psyche as they linked the butterfly's constant flitting from flower to flower to the restlessness of the mind. Hence the term psychology for the study of the mind. The same word also means soul.

The butterfly emerges from its tomb to flutter in the blaze of day and feed on the most fragment and delicate productions of spring. The human soul is purified by sufferings and miss fortune and it is thus prepared for the enjoyment of true and pure happiness.

It is easy to see why many indigenous people around the world believe butterfly's are the departed souls of our ancestors, our friends, our loved ones. The freedom of the soul upon death
|| Paths of Life ||
Our lives our linear. Finite. We are born, we die. But the journey inbetween is extraordinary! So many paths to take at every choice we make. So many twists and turns, dead ends and retreats. Paths of pain, paths of pleasure, paths toward the light, paths that cross through the dark. A single life is an outstanding map that tracers where we came from to where we end up. Are these paths pre-ordained? Designed? Destiny? Can we ever really know?
|| Clouds of Positivity|| Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy-meditate on these things -Philippians 4:8
Focus on the good things in life, setting weakness and negativity to the breeze as a past memory....
13•02•2013
|| Sweet Dreams ||
Me and Lilly reading our bedtime book x. Good night, god bless and sweet dreams
Watching over his family the baboon stares down an unfamiliar face making primeval sounds that give you chills to the bone....
04•01•2013
|| Bedroom View ||
After ten days of glorious rain the land is receiving a shower of rain accompanied by loud bangs of thunder and flashes of lightening...
03•02•2013
|| Tamsin ||
A drawing for my beautiful friend Tamsin who is just as gorgeous on the inside as she is on the outside xxx.
02•02•2012
|| Whisper a Prayer ||
Dance in the air, walk on the wind, breath....
In-out-in-out
Say a little prayer, bow down on both knees, breath... In-out-in-out

Whisper in the wind your prayers, your dreams and don't forget to breath
24•01•2013 || To all those whom I L❤VE on instagram || my thesis has decided to take over my life at the moment, with the end in sight and numerous deadlines. But to all those who I love; to talk to and to read your comments I will be replying to everyone once I get a chance and cant wait yo sit down with s brew and look through your galleries x x x.