Tears can be ever so helpful, cleansing and a great release. Hugs and blessings, Dear mari, Tina

Close your eyes and bask in this, it helps! Hugs

Love the witchy pumkin pic!

For my friend.

I do so trust your friendship Mari, we, you and I have not needed to agree on every little issue for us to find a good online friendship. I love you also, very much in fact! Thanks

If you are living with lupus, you are no longer "living." You are waiting. Waiting to recover from one flare or for your next one to begin.
HOPE
Lynda
& Elliot

I vant to bite your neck. lol

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Thank you for posting my romantic couple pic! Mwuah!

Boo Mari, did I frighten you! Ok but I was thinking of you, hoping that you are well, that your heart is light and your spirit free, With heart and blessings, Tina

"Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole."
Caring friends should be cherished, too.
Thank you,
Elliot & Lynda

I have wept in the night for the shortness of sight
that to somebody's need made me blind;
But I never have yet
Felt a tinge of regret for being a little to kind.

'Dear Lord:

Thank you for bringing me to Timmy's house, and not Michael Vick's--Amen!'

SleepyMe 11-21-09

Gobble Til Ya Wobble !!
Happy Thanksgiving Maricel!

And "I" like your new pictures! So there...I have missed ya Mari, but you are never far from reach! I hope that you are well in every way. Blessings

Just because

Thank you Mari, That is wonderful, It is now stuck in my head, most likely for days!! LoL
Enjoy, many blessing, TIna

Merry Christmas!

May you and yours mentor and grow together in the new year, uniting in the most compassionate spirit of Ubuntu.

Wishing you P-E-A-C-E that takes root in our souls and spreads throughout the worlds foundation.

"We Can Change The World," Graham Nash
Lynda
& Elliot

Warm Aggie hug!

To the meaningful universe...

It was my wish to share my hula dancing experiences with others so that they too may experience its magic. “Hula is healing, it is powerful, you learn to make magic with your own self and gifts that you have.” (Coline Helen, Kaualoko Aiu) So, for the past couple of years, I have taught hula at the local library and community events particularly those designed to engender an interaction between mentally disabled kids with volunteer coordinators, such as myself. I found it immensely gratifying to connect with disabled kids at a spiritual level whereby I could teach them how to express their emotions in the slow, graceful, but deliberate movements of hula. It was those memories with the kids I helped along the way and the passionate energy remembered from past performances that sent a sudden surge through my body as I mounted the steps to the stage of the Waikiki Shell for the World Hula Invitational ’07 to execute my best hula performance ever. The limelight was centered on me then and just as those memories flitted through my mind, any remnants of uncertainty about my dancing ability vanished. On that world stage, I was transformed from a shy, uncertain girl, into a confident performer able to perform magic with the undulation of my hands

Throughout almost a decade of working with Luana, my kumu, the Hawaiian word for “teacher,” my dancing technique improved. I spent increasing amount of time each week practicing and performing both as member of her halau and her professional dance troupe (Hawaiian Artists). The amount of time I dedicated to learning not just hula, but most of the traditional dances of Polynesia, which include certain forms of fire dancing, taught me to value the discipline and perseverance required of a professional dancer. Without those hours into years of practice and performances, I would never have been able to execute the powerful Uwehe, a critical hand movement to hula, expressed in the intricate undulations of the arm and hand by professional hula dancers. My commitment to mastering Polynesian dances also deepened my love for its expression. There was nothing quite as exhilarating as swinging burning poy balls or fire lit wooden sticks to an audience avidly watching me pick up the swing to the staccato beating of the drums. I could almost feel their pulse quicken as the power of my dancing grew. My own spirit took flight as my energy flew! I swung and I swayed. As I spun and spun the fire, my movements expressed my life force within. I was at one with the audience and my world.