Little Pod Gets Its Wings

daylily seed head pod birds

As I was sitting on a park bench…

I looked up, and to my surprise I saw many bean pods dangling from a Kentucky Coffee tree. It’s Spring and this is when they fall to the ground and the squirrels and other nature creatures eat the beans from the pods. Brought back a memory of when I used to collect the pods and make Bean Pod Birds. See link here to a tutorial. I even wrote a story about them for my daughters birthday, which I’ll also share. A story about going out into the world on your own and being authentic to one’s true Self.

To make a pod bird most any kind of pod will do! Recent pod crafting, I made these pod birds from daylily seed heads.

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Little Pod Gets Its Wings

From Kindle eBook Nature’s Sweet Grace

“What a grand day it is little pods! Today is the day you kiss the earth, for she is preparing to caress you with her soft velvety blanket. Are you ready?” asked Mother Tree.

The little pods shout out, “Yes, we are ready!”

Mother Tree knows that some pods are more attuned to this day than others. In her caring way, she’ll release the pods that have the knowing of what they are to become, and the other pods are to be released when they are ready.

So Mother Tree begins. Spiralling upward from the lowest branch to the highest, one by one, each little pod takes their turn to be released from the branch, falling gracefully to greet the earth with a kiss. With each pod’s kiss, the earth wraps the pod with a velvety soft mossy blanket.

When Mother Tree is ready to release the last pod from the highest branch she senses the little pod trying to hide behind a leaf. Mother Tree smiles and says, “Dearest Little Pod, tell me what you are feeling. I sense you have something you wish to share.”

“Mother Tree,” Little Pod hesitantly speaks, “I wish to fly like the birds and soar in the sky with wings. You have prepared and taught me well for this day, to kiss and love the earth. I always will. Yet, today my pod is speaking to me and I can feel wings growing inside me.”

Mother Tree was quiet for a moment. She has heard from other Mother Trees that this happens with little pods who have a deep knowing that they have a different calling. It’s not a calling to judge, hide or be afraid of. It is a calling to celebrate, acknowledge and be free to live in this new way and allow the music to sing from within.

With a smile, Mother Tree asks, “Little Pod, are you ready on this grand day to sprout your wings and fly? It’s OK, go now, fly, and touch the sky!”

Mother Tree released Little Pod from the branch. At that moment Little Pod sprouted wings that shimmered in the sun’s light. Little Pods wings fluttered up and down faster and faster, taking Little Pod higher in the sky. Little Pod flew around the Mother Tree smiling and singing a song of gratitude. Little Pod sings, “I am free, I am free, I am free to be me, thank you, thank you Mother Tree.”

While singing the gratitude song, Little Pod decides to fly higher and sees a twinkling light in the distance. Setting out to discover a new world, Little Pod flies over rivers and roaming hills with wildflower fields and forests. Nearing the top of the last hill where the twinkling light is coming from, Little Pod feels a warming glow inside its pod. With amazement, on the other side of the hill Little Pod sees…


What does Little Pod see? You decide. Make it part of your life story.

Making new space

For color, light and living life

I am continually playing with color, light, reflection, texture, style, design and whimsy in my new living space. What is space anyway, so many ways to perceive and experience it. I liken a living space to one’s inner space, an inner sanctuary of the Divine, earthly heaven, essence and living art.

And my intention for this valence project is an arty, bohemian, gypsy, and whimsical feel. The valence is to distinguish two spaces (kitchen & living room) within an open space layout. Subtle and yet there, bringing forth an ever changing light show from the natural light pouring in through the windows to the fixed lighting from the light fixtures. The valence is made up of different kinds of beads to allow sparkle, color and harmony. The beads act as dots of color that also tie in with the dots of color from an Iris Scott canvas print, Hawksbill, on a near by wall.

Loven’ the feeling!

Imagination is real

Fantasy & Self Expression

Flowing Into New Potentials

Be it through diving into technological advancements and AI or daydreaming the fantastical, here are three scenarios, aka potentials, from my journal. They take place not through the brain, but through the imagination. With everything possible in the now moment, imagination becomes real.

No. 1, On Demand
I walk into the art store and request a 36×40″ museum grade canvas with 1.50 frame and 48oz jars of teal, fuchsia and gold oil paint. I leave to then go walk at a near by park. While at the park, my items are being made via 3D printing. Upon my return, I pick them up and pack them into my autonomous flying car and head home. Another option would have been to order them online to be delivered via a drone same day. I just wasn’t feeling into this option. I like dropping by the art store to talk with the business coop owner and checking out the latest technology. It seems like each visit there is something new where the impossible is made possible via this technology. My 3D home printer is for everyday items like a toothbrush, towel, tableware, shoes and clothing. Businesses these days have multiple owners which leaves each person with the freedom for spontaneous work schedules, personal leisure, family and friends.

No. 2, Becoming Art
My friend, Tamara, is having a special gallery event of her current abstract paintings, which I am now attending. As I walk through the gallery I feel into the energy of each paintings essence. Each one so sensual and delightful. After viewing the last painting, I make my way to the far end of the gallery where Tamara is demoing how you can wear/become one of her paintings. On a kiosk she selects which painting and what parts (color, texture, shapes, etc) of the painting become her hair, clothes, eyes, skin, fingernails, down to every detail. After all her selections were made she took her place on a designated platform behind a clear protective panel. Colored lights from above came shining down and swirled extremely fast around Tamara, so much that her figure could no longer be seen. It seemed like in a matter of an instant the lights stopped and there was Tamara wearing the chosen painting just as planned, down to every detail. By the end of the evening, everyone attending wore/became one of Tamaras’ abstract paintings. Another extraordinary feature of this fantastical technology is, if you wanted to switch out to a different painting during the evening, that was also possible just by going through the same process again. There was a built in feature for coming back to your original Self, the painting you wore/became would simply disappear after the designated frames* you entered into the kiosk. By end of the evening everyone left the gallery just as they came.

*frames – like a movie film, the visual others saw and the embodiment the person became lasted in the measurement of frames – making it all an illusional reality, and yet very real.

No. 3, It’s Just There
I’m out for a beautiful morning nature walk taking in the air, light, smells, sounds, colors and what ever else comes my way to sense, mmmmmmmm. I feel into this and imagine my Self creating a painting of this sensual experience. Within the next several steps taken, an opening in a wildflower field appears with an easel, canvas, paints, brushes, water, rags, all materials needed to begin painting. Truly an invitation to enter into a spontaneous and grand celebration of sensual Self expression. I paint! When finished I leave the painting and all materials in the open field and continue the rest of my walk and return home. Upon returning home, magnificently displayed on my living room wall is the painting I created in the field.

From my inner, playful, child-like, expansive, free spirit Self – bring it all together, what if imagination is in the driver’s seat and the brain & mind are along for the ride. The longer imagination is in the drivers seat the brain & mind get used to this new way of being and decide to assist imagination in new creations that are beyond anything they know. It all becomes natural. Imagination becomes/is real. Fun & Injoy.