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If you knew your Self for even one moment,
if you could just glimpse your most beautiful face,
maybe you wouldn't slumber so deeply in that house of clay.
Why not move into your house of joy
...and shine...into every crevice.
For you are the secret treasure bearer,
and have always been.
Rumi
wisdom gifted from
photolicious celebrations of joy-
secret treasure bearers-
every one of us.
xo
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Dearest Rebecca,
I am doing the happy dance and feeling such JOY to see this here today! Thank you. I miss you. ~ let's run ( walk ) away !! ~
Posted by: Deb Taylor | October 20, 2014 at 01:26 PM
Beautifully written. Beautiful woman.
Posted by: Sherri | October 20, 2014 at 05:26 PM
Love the words and photos you have shared with us here (I recognized the dancing Deb right away!), love that you are here to share them with us!
Posted by: Cynthia | October 20, 2014 at 06:02 PM
Beautiful thoughts unfold from your pen when you write. Your blog is a lovely place to visit. I read a couple days ago that San Miguel was about number 4 or so in the best places to live! Hmmmmmm. We had better watch you, or you might not come back one of these trips! ;)
Posted by: judie | October 22, 2014 at 03:10 PM
oh how amazingly joyful indeed… yes each of us a treasure trove… it is too easy to forget, and then a moment of clarity helps us to remember.
Posted by: Laura Hegfield | October 24, 2014 at 04:38 AM