Category Archives: death

What we know humans could be, what we know we are, how wonderful it is to have such a world, to be oneself and not find it impossible to conceive of being a unified being in such company,,,,

our integration finding its way
our experience present also in THIS moment

on our death bed i believe we might rehearse 144 thousand peopled names, and  lived experiences, until in the death throes of an ecological organism environment a new totality never before experienced in exactly this way, is born.

its life pendant from and feeding this life.
may the circle be unbroken, by and by Lorde ( young women musician) by and by,
there’s a fitter home untaken where we fry lord, here we fry.
Fri
free
fly
me
see
nonsense
nunsense mon sense
idiot
see
i c u
dont give a damn. next stop is Vietnam. Paradiso Inferno
Futile or Future?  phhut !
Out out brief candle….
 I Am Logos – the stories we tell ourselves create our life… tell tale told old
the old have the immortality of now
the young have the immortality of time

Little imprisoned dog’s howls harrow the dark night which flows thru the open window. It’s daily howling persistent sorrow in the neighbor’s house – representative of Psyche bound; before she remembered to dance with reality – pup is quiet now. Its agony reciprocated, soothed. We too are bound. We too can escape into Psyche’s domain.

Be archetypical. I am interested.

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Dreamtime Redux

For Australian aborigines, we enter the realm of Living and Dying at birth. The other realms are Unborn and  Dreaming. The dead are reabsorbed into  Dreaming which is  neither  chronological nor linear.

The vastness of Dreaming is characterized as Rainbow Serpent.
Aborigines in none of their languages have a word for time – it is a concept that doesn’t exist. Daytime, night time, life time, time is passing, I don’t have time, it’s not time yet, it’s not your time, don’t waste my time. Oc course there are words for day, night, life, now, etc.
Linear time does not exist in any material form.There is no yesterday that we can be in, or touch.  There is the awareness in this current moment of other moments and too much focus on them can lead to a lack of awareness of the present moment – the amazing experience of breath and body as they flow within the molecular stream of the environment.
Remember how it is to be a baby – our very  first individual breath taken as a newborn baby is our first step into  individuation, our separation from our previous existence as part of a larger whole. Our ego’s journey begins. We leave  paradise.
Baby does not yet have individual volition for arms and legs, it is still in snake phase, Rainbow Serpent phase. As baby, we absorb and coordinate  knowledge systems without using specific names. The child says what is that? what is that?  and is enculturated in the ways its parents and environment present the world. The language learned, structures the environment. In the adulteration process of becoming an adult – the child learns not to see what the culture does not recognize. “the differential elimination of neuronal connections is the source of sensory experience”. ( sorry , forget where I read that.)
Evolutionarily, living beings responded to and evolved sense organs to experience their environment. Touch is the first and grossest ie most solid experience. Then come hearing, smell and taste, and sight. All is vibration – the great On Off. Day and night are the most primal duality. Sound is a wave that beats on our eardrum, smell and taste result from tiny particles such as pheromones touching our membranes, sight comes to us in the bouncing of refracted waves of light on our retina. Life, the great ON is followed by death, the great OFF.
Aboriginal thought transcends this duality, by its awareness of that which is neither life nor death. Our culture does not have  easy words for this concept and for the most part remains unaware of it. I call it  Cosmic Egg of all Potential.
We are always in it ( Dreaming)  though we live in the realm of  Living and  Dying. The unborn are the individual lives yet to be. Born out of  Dream, the aboriginal is reabsorbed into that ancestor or archetype at death.
What is it that is our individuality? The stick in the stream creates the eddy, a pattern which dissolves with the removal of the stick and the stream keeps flowing.
 Awareness of our human individual death, helped modern man  to break the chains of following the established  pattern. Like the other beautiful and perfect animals of the earth, aborigines  remained within their established ancestral patterns which were enculturated in each one’s tribal Dream, which they learned about verbally as they grew. Modern man is an animal who casts off the rules and the ways of the parents. This  leads to the instability which is a precondition for evolution. Instability is created by overpopulation and changing environment. Modern man, homo sapiens, took upon himself the choice of breaking the rules and ways of the previous generation. Aborigines use their ancestral stories of what we call the Dreamtime, to remain in touch with the ancestral ways. They are bound by the rules that the stories impose upon them, they live lightly in the environment.

When a traditional aborigine dies, their personal name is not spoken again. Aborigines remain aware of where we came from – the Unborn and where we will return – the eternal forms or patterns. When a traditional aborigine dies, their personal name is not spoken again.
The aborigines are aware of the realm of  Living and  Dying. It is where we live. The aborigines remain aware of where we came from – the Unborn and where we will return – the eternal forms or patterns. When a traditional aborigine dies, their personal name is not spoken again.
The earth is evolving. We humans are the self aware consciousness of earth. Now Earth as Ourselves is entering another evolution – becoming aware of its own death. The  global mind  in the global matter is becoming aware that we humans are heading towards our extinction like many species that came before us. The global mind  continues to create awareness of life but not with our linear consciousness if we wipe ourselves out.
Humans who think about matter and energy  are reaching for a different wholeness, an inclusive holarchy.
The conscious ones are the growth cone. Consciousness itself is evolving.
“The growth cone of a root is indistinguishable from the surrounding environment.” ( bad girl – forgets source.)
We are a new growth emerging in these times of chaos and we have a chance to survive and create a new story out of the old. We are fragile and tender. Our survival depends on our recognition of ourself.
One love brothers and sisters.! Lib.    Reprinted from my blog in 2013

Sin Error Missing the Mark.

Sin Error Missing the Mark.

My god story makes sense for me. Others’ stories make sense for them. Mine is universal but no-one else has to get with it. I am pointing out how the christian story can evolve until it dissolves away peacefully into us, if not it will be at war in defense of its thwarted distorted self ’til doomsday.

The mis-take is to be unable to see
that the mind which loves
a thinker and a thought
greater than itself
knows it is and is not
a thought being thunk
by all those who have drunk
of the nectar of youth,
in which our own truth of the god in the head,
the god that is dead,
is an evolving idea –
evolutionarily here,
Happening,
a cross those minds which can comprehend
that space is where thought is
when its not earth bound concerns
past and future in turns.

One thought one mind happening in all a wii
who happen to find our mind
at peace with its inner workings.

My dead in my heart
taking part in the thought
from the other side where babies come from –
who are pure love
adult-erated by a dying culture,
which will hand on the story
as it has been before
of man and his glory.
His gods being war and money in these those times
we are leaving behind.
Deceiving none. Vultures gather.

The dead in my heart
say play your part.
Be Jesus. Be me, Be legendary. be causal, be woman.
Be what is jesus – je suis – i am – doing now.?

Doing this ! Try it.
Be one who WILL be peaceful,
multiply loaves and fishes by sharing,
raise the deadened, heal the blind by caring.

Be all a wii, Jesus, one human being on earth, one peaceful loving species in birth,
as a new kind of awareness which sees,
this story works for some and others say “Please! shut up already!”

The dead in my head live legends
become one with “jesus” – my ideals of love. Either my love and forgiveness of them or their love and forgiveness of me.
Jah live! he lives in me. I live in her. Let stories play, let them grow, let them stay. They will evolve when we evolve them.

Oh see!! stop arguing with the starry eyed religious lovers,
the atheistic deniers, the my way or the highway folks, let them be –
the god that is
/is not you,
is me and is every little thing
from quantum wiggle to Saturn’s ring and beyond. je suis . I am

this is it

Terra.

or you can choose terror and make it a suicide planet – again – wipe out all our civilisation such as it is, and those wandering few who survive will hand on the legends and stories and once again there will be a story of arising from the dead, of virgin births and miracle child… so long as we keep creating gods and do not realise it is the putative god that is doing the creating. We create the story of the god that is doing the whole thing as US who create the story and fight about it until we wake up.

oh lord my prayer is for peace.
It starts when i start talking the ways of understanding, supportive, comprehending abortive actions and letting them go. I’m still learning you know.

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Microcosm – macrocosm – Love

this is the point i pivot upon

see in the link below, newest science showing the world looking forward at us, it even has uneven sized eyes , just like me.

we all have an entire universe in side us which returns to unity with the whole when we die. Our unique expression of it lives forever in this moment which is always now.

https://phys.org/news/2016-10-black-holes-collide.html

at the level of material exploration, the earliest we can figure our universe to be is when it is created out of a big bang – the annihilation of a black hole which creates gravity waves, and those create matter by slowing energy down

the effusion of tiny bubbles is matter forming around its own gravitational energy. The bubbles – a representation of the atomised black hole – join up as in the pics above of two black holes colliding. A huge black hole is at the centre of every galaxy…tiny ones at the centre of every atom

our own digestive tract being a very material sort of black hole in the middle of our own matter which is full of energy or dark matter or space whatever you want to call it

the Julia set fractal –
you can see how each part is replicated a million times, at its own level it feels so distinct and special ( we are all our own universe)
when we die we get to zoom out and in and experience the entirety without physical bounds, this happens every night in dreams, and our unconsciousmind sees evidence of it all the time, babies live in this consciousness, but we must wake out of that awareness and identify with the universe we are in the planet we are on the family we belong to and the body that is ours.

we loose the awareness of unity. Some cultures, some people do not forget, some are bringing this knowledge into embodiment again.

Earth herself is going thru the consciousness project, time and again we get to this point.. where we recog – an eye’s I unity- recog n ize

or we w-rec-k – againize wreckagonyise

Logos means word. It means  god in christian teaching.  It is my mind talking to itself. This is why i Love the bible story. My christian heritage told me god calls itself I AM , it tells me god is Logos. I Am logos – i am the story i tell myself about myself.
By chance my father’s initials are I A M, Ivan Albany Mitchell.
god is words – we humans create words, My words tell me I am you are we are one with god I AM je Suis =  I am, in french. Jesus is just “i am” , je suis,  without the “i” in it.

declining god: i am you are it is we are they are god.

In school i learned latin, and how to decline a verb : declining love – amo amas amat amamus amatis amant
i love you love he/she /it loves we love you(pl) love they love

its inescapable. You can decline god, thats the same as saying i am god. You can deny god, that just simply admits there’s something to deny. god is everything. everything is conscious with our consciousness of it and its own consciousness, however and whatever that is. its everything to me its what i am. i realize it is nothing ie  No thing. no problem. IAM consciousness. When all humans tune into this great symphony of the universe and see how we are all part of it, so temporary and so eternal. … Eternity is outside of time. it is always now. this is our life to live, to believe in, to flourish. We gotta stop the madness. we gotta believe in OURSELVES. our humanity. our one life on earth.

or die. Those not busy being born are busy dying. I am part of the future. I am no thing. i am going on too long. your turn now…

 

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Logos: Pre-text, text, post text. Word!

An essential point of agreement – the obscenity of wealth distribution. Some of the wealthy are waking to their responsibility to others and enjoying their good works… its a start. The system is set up for some to have so very much more while others have desperately not enough, and nature is shafted; waste a way of life – we either change this, and have a better hope of ourselves and our next generations living in some sort of modern comfort , or we let it all wash away, be blown away, .. let nature take care of the blight selfishness is. We are one life force around the planet, one web of life. Those who cannot live with this as a guiding principle, cut themselves off from life. That will result and is resulting in their destruction. I live in the joyful knowledge of life in me – I regret that humanity might be wiped out by nature before our natural evolution – but that is what keeps me alive – the desire for humanity to live our full natural potential as celebrants of life’s wonder. I know you love so much of nature around you;  we just regret together that we are part of the human problem. Greetings friend reader.

The image is an exercise – take lined paper make three columns. Write words of significance in any order, randomly in all of the spaces. Allow your mind to jump from one word to another, writing as you go. Whenever you reach a pause in the flow, change the type of word – philosophical, topics of interest, important people – whatever.

Closing your eyes, touch the paper and record the word. Repeat two times.

Now you have three words.  Let a riff of thought follow and connect these words. I want to explain mine then record the word flow that resulted. I believe that Logos – word – is “god” . i.e. the human mind names and creates its world. The stories we tell ourselves create our life.

Mariette, my beloved friend,  aged eighty something, was killed by a car,  returning from  an evening lecture, walking from the bus stop to her home. She was a wonderful alive person and her faith in her Jesus was intense and personal.

Richard, my man, is deeply affronted by religion which he sees as causing much of the trouble in the world. It has been inflicted upon him by persons he could not avoid, including me. I want to show him the religious story I tell myself is not the one he cannot stand. I cannot stand the old man in the sky as anything other than a heuristic ( teaching device which simplifies complex concepts) either.

I think WWJD – what would the putative Jesus do – is a great question and i attempt to live my life by it. That is to do as the Quakers do – look for that of light in each person. Judge not that I be not judged. Love one another. Value and work for Peace. See myself as one tiny part of my concept of the divine – for me that is Life Force.

The words I happened to touch upon were Ego, Mariette, Jesu.  This is my word flow.

Mariette – dead, Jesu – dead. Ego – death to egoic blinders.

One and the same LIFE. Now they have my eyes, my hands, my thoughts. I commune with them and they with me. I imagine. I mage [magician]. I create. I story. My story – mystery unveiled. Weep and wail, gnash teefies. The dis-integration is frustrating. I know it. I live it. [ that we are one life force, one conscious biosphere, here from the beginning and here after humans evolve or die out, divine ]. The world I grew up in does not believe it. Cognitive dissonance. Headache.

I stand in my truth     with the sad heart of Ruth     in tears amid the alien corn,       I choose to be born again    as one and the same      with Him=my ideals.      My dreams, my childish screams     as they took away my right to play in the fields of the Lord   in the joy of the word…

THEY DID NOT  [ my dead in my head reject that blaming]

They just said grow up! Be Yourself! Know that what you know and are and see and feel    is your reveal for YOU     its true for You.     Dont make yourself blue     that you cannot prove this true.      Truth needs no defense,   it will out in the end.

Trees are alive, trees are my friend. My love there, solid and strong, frail enough in their own way, but singing my song. We are one. I AM one. I am fun…..[ doubtful sometimes]

My Richard is tall and strong like a tree, and I like a  squirrel unable to be as he    MUST see how his way is true for him – he is the balance of me, let him be, let him be !   See solidarity with those who feel free.  In time life’s unity will be seen again, we will befriend nature and others and learn how to groove    how to move   tall and strong like the tree that lets others be and does its own work, doesnt shirk, not a jerk.  Sees and believes in itself if I may, say so and so say.

SO what is MY work?  It is this ! It is bliss. It is logos expressing Joy in my song. It is Logos regressing. It’s taking to long    to go nowhere. NOW HERE !

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I record this rubbish and post it as a blog because I want to encourage others who feel cognitive dissonance between what they were taught and what they feel,  who still feel that they have not really got on with what their life is meant to be, to trust their feeling of what they are meant to be doing. And its NOT about money.  Writing feels like life blood to me. I can hear the wiser voices saying, “Sure, but dont give up your day job.”

Comments welcome;

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Quagan Exegesis

To begin, I AM cosmic egg of All Potential.
I AM my soul animist, animating all life.
I AM Hunter Gather and become Story Teller, polytheist.
I am humanly divine, with foibles and jealousies, loves and struggles. Hindu and Greek gods and goddesses exemplify me.
Some humans heap up resources, others have less.
In this time of Agrarian Pastoralists, I invent writing. Just as new inventions are stimulated by the military’s needs, writing was stimulated by the needs of those who taxed the production of others.
Monotheistic humans create a story of a separate God, I AM a feature in it, It is Torah, Bible, and Koran.Always, I am artist, inventor, visionary. Always the practical application of an idea can go well as well as ill.
I AM GOoDEVIL. I am Lib, and You.

Writing came with separation. Those who forget we are in this together, exploit others; neck and neck with us in our effort to create a just system.

Self reflection resulted in Homo Sapiens Sapiens. Wise and also self satisfied and conceited. The man who knows he knows and thinks he is the only one who does. Ecce Homo. Jesus . Godman. ? Good man? Much evil done in that name.

Now I AM the universal possibility which exists in the Cosmic Egg of All Potential which I AM, for everyone to be Jesus before Jesus was “Jesus”, i.e. strung up by an oppressive class who didn’t like how his following was growing among those they taxed. “He” is said to have said,
“Render unto Caesar’s what is Caesar’s” . Hmmm, perhaps he knew the people would start to say, “Wait!!we earned this with the sweat of our brow. We’re keeping it local.” No wonder they offed him!.

I am all this. I am the not-separate Godconcept expressing human awareness of its own divine mind. Limited and partial because human, but nevertheless part of mine. As are we all. I love my toes but I am not only my toes.
Humans are aware of being human, and some do not concede a jot to spirit, but must concede that we are life, living.
I AM life force. I AM everywhere, nowhere and here Now.

Alive and Dead, the story in our head. From first breath to death in this skin.
I AM in each human part of me.
I AM eternal – outside of time, immaterial, spiritbreath. The breath which animates the “clay.” i.e. life in matter.
I AM not only Life force, but also,  I AM Lib writing this.

Our parents, which art in memory in our heads
Hallowed be thy names.
Thy dreams for us come
Let our will be an EarthEden restored to awareness of the unity of Life.
May we have, this day, enough to share,
And know we are forgiven exactly as we forgive.
For thine, PapaMama, Sunmoon,  am I –  kingdom,  power and glory, such as they are.
Thine, Death, the perfection of the story.
“O Death, where is thy sting.?”

“Ascension without Dying”. ( N. Sawaya)
“Jesus” take wing in me.
Eternal mind, outside of time, I set myself free.

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Being spirit being.

We humans are Gaia’s human consciousness which is the consciousness that is self aware. We can learn to be aware of ourselves as earth herself, one with her etc.. its just a new way of saying what first cultures always know – we are one with earth, with our environment. Western European scientific separation into parts, the delusion of separateness ( we are part of a whole)  founded on the strong and undeniable illusion of a separate self – that is our current phase which is ending.  Humans must self identify and individuate to BECOME human, it is a phase; now we need to keep that knowing and return to knowing ourselves as one species, one with earth.

Wholeness is lovely ideal, a mythical ideal. We are always both partial and whole because we are part of the universe – we are of the universe and not an object in it. We  are co-creators. We are a partial whole – co-dependent on the entire universe – we can’t exist outside of it as a separate whole unto itself. This is the basis of a universal ethics – if everything is co-dependent then we when treat others badly, we are in effect treating ourselves badly. To pollute the environment is to pollute ourselves.

Our breath reminds us of this play – every out-breath can serve to remind us to soften our grasp, our rigidity, our hardness, our separateness. Plants and animals are CO2 and O2 breathers – we depend on each other.

Consciousness of Breath out is not only  consciousness of Life but of Death. When is  our last breath? Our life is ONE breath in many parts. We are more than our material beings. That which is more is Now Here, nowhere. Spirit is not material though found in material.

This is it. (Alan Watts) This is what i/you do and this is what the universe is doing NOW Here ie nowhere, ie in spirit or potential, as well as in this physical place – our hands and minds reading, thinking. The nowhere aspect of it is the thought communication aspect. Thought is not only local. Nowhere also covers the not just one time aspect – I write now, you read later, all times are one in “spirit “ or that which is. Inspire – the mind which is breathing. One human becoming aware of itself in many parts. Birth is dangerous. Keep breathing.

We only have consciousness and awareness to stop ourselves from becoming rigid in personal fixations.

If  I  respond with the warmth, softness and flow of the Elementals…as a river flows, as the sun rises, as the wind blows … happiness is in the flow.

Although some say swim up stream – even a dead fish can go with the current;
and some say Swim across the stream and be a vital disruption.

Disruption is coming.
Chaos is here.
Chaos creates space for strange attractors – a new stabilisation not yet here.
The system destabilizes, “things fall apart, the centre cannot hold…” ( W B Yeats). In Chaos Theory the new patterns that emerge are called Strange Attractors. Eventually one of the new patterns gains enough momentum to become the new system.

Embrace your suffering – be compassionate with your shame, your guilt, your anger, your envy, your sloth, your greed – only then will you find some measure of tolerance and acceptance for these vices in others.

As  we look for the light in others so we find ourselves – so far from perfection and yet perfect in our striving.  We are S/HE , god/dess, Gaiam.

SHE is a projection of our psyche – SHE acknowledges the shadow aspects of the psyche – only by standing alongside her suffering and staying with it, will SHE be able to shine with the light of compassion. SHE is the image of ourselves when we stay with our suffering – in time it becomes transformed into compassionate love.

To “stay with our suffering” . I guess its the basis of psycho therapy – discover the injury… notice where it is affecting you. Get used to it and transcend it…

Hence my injunctions:
ACCEPTANCE IS REQUIRED.
What is, IS. This is it.
GIVING THANKS FOR WHAT WE HAVE IS REQUIRED.
The attitude is gratitude, a gratitude practice is wonderful at all times.
BEING KIND TO OURSELVES IS REQUIRED.
Our small self and our larger human self, the ONE human mindbeing.
SOFTENING OUR HEART AND MIND IS REQUIRED.
Humility to accept that there are other valid ways of seeing, valid to those who see that way. Unless we respect the humanity of others and why they see how they see, we will not see how to let them see how we see.

Yes, but also softening the heart to one’s own weaknesses which are always multiple – no one is exempt from the vices – that is the human condition – the all potential of the virtues and vices is in every moment for everyone.

It’s a tough list because my tendency is to tense, harden, resist.
Mine is to give up , and /or curse and enjoy excoriating – as in the wise folk phrase “ the ones we love to hate” …

 

This is my evolutionary shtick… it is who i am and where i come from and what makes me feel alive. I need to live it and be it and not just talk it. i need to believe in it and trust it and know that i am it, and i can do it and i can leave my injuries behind by accepting they will always be part of me, but new keeps growing, and focus on the new, that doesnt make me lose who I am.

If only! But I have found that you can’t leave your injuries behind – they are you –

Accepting they will always be part of me, but new keeps growing….
They have contributed to who you are – trauma changes you – they are part of your cell memory.
Yes always part of me.
DNA, culture and family patterns hand such memories on to children. It is a species memory …
The task is learning to live with the injuries – to make peace with them by allowing them to co-exist alongside everything else in your inner universe.
You can repress them but you can’t erase them, so says Freud and Co.

I love word smithing about it… its me encouraging myself; putting heart into my human, archetypical story of my journey to wholeness NOW.

Yes to bomb another is to bomb ourselves etc. i have said this for ages too. We are partial because we are the drop, not the whole ocean. Each drop is holographically the ocean ( when we are talking about non material oceans). It is the time of Paradox, “of a great truth the opposite is also true” ( approximation of Nils Bohr’s perception), of Not Only…. But Also…

Your thoughts will all be thought again, holy dove, bought and sold and bought again…( after Leonard Cohen)
We are ever here.
This is where my ball gets rolling — aah Sysyphus – so you know you are here again. Where, once again, you have rolled the ball up and over the hill, to find yourself here where you belong, yet aware of how this HERE has increased dimensionally.. to bring that forward takes action.

As in a daily commitment to mindfulness …

Yes. I am feeling more and more how i am one at all stages of growth, i am old and young, i am old and new, i am beginning and ending , i am former and future. I ( divine self) am not only in my mind everywhere ( in every one, experiencing being human) but also here, now; mindfully I, Lib, local ego, can be here too and get on with it…

Quaker Meditation 4 – TWIjaysus.

Quaker Meditation 4

My divine mind tells itself
“God does not exist” and laughs coquettishly.
Hen cackling in neighbors yard,
another egg.
Meditating, eastern spine cross legged,
feeling like AnansiJesus, I sit, my fingers touching,
my mind Bhakti – a devotional Je t’aime repeating to itself.

No separation is the same as no ego existence. Theoretically and insanely possible, interesting, alienated, able to be loved.

It was the third day. Jesus sat up in the sepulchre, put his cloth around his shoulders and sat cross legged to meditate as He did every morning.

He, aka Twi, walked away from there to here where, for many, the cross symbolizes only 2000 years of Christian history.

That Which Is, Twi, had lived as Mohammed, who with Khadijah sought justice for people. Khadijah’s wise female influence was taken from him. He became more militant than Jesus who with Mary, Magdalen or Mother, tried the quaker pacifist route. Muslims know they are part of the past 2000 years of struggle for justice. No peace without Justice.

“My mind is an empty birdhouse, in which my Zen Buddhist and my Quaker Pacifist sit”. Twi breathed out as she wrote. Ancestral spirits drank Lethe waters dry.
Re – membering.

Beauty mind in beauty way finds itself here where moon can still be seen through a tracery of oak at dawn.

Bistro Morandi, Bottle wall

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