A Holistic Harvest on Keuka Lake!

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“Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.”

John Muir

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“No synonym for God is so perfect as Beauty. Whether as seen carving the lines of the mountains with glaciers, or gathering matter into stars, or planning the movements of water, or gardening – still all is Beauty!”

John Muir

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“Everything is flowing — going somewhere, animals and so-called lifeless rocks as well as water. Thus the snow flows fast or slow in grand beauty-making glaciers and avalanches; the air in majestic floods carrying minerals, plant leaves, seeds, spores, with streams of music and fragrance; water streams carrying rocks… While the stars go streaming through space pulsed on and on forever like blood…in Nature’s warm heart.”

John Muir

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“One is constantly reminded of the infinite lavishness and fertility of Nature — inexhaustible abundance amid what seems enormous waste. And yet when we look into any of her operations that lie within reach of our minds, we learn that no particle of her material is wasted or worn out. It is eternally flowing from use to use, beauty to yet higher beauty; and we soon cease to lament waste and death, and rather rejoice and exult in the imperishable, unspendable wealth of the universe, and faithfully watch and wait the reappearance of everything that melts and fades and dies about us, feeling sure that its next appearance will be better and more beautiful than the last.”

John Muir

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“How little note is taken of the deeds of Nature! What paper publishes her reports? …. Who publishes the sheet-music of the winds, or the written music of water written in river-lines? Who reports and works and ways of the clouds, those wondrous creations coming into being every day like freshly upheaved mountains? And what record is kept of Nature’s colors – – the clothes she wears – of her birds, her beasts – her live-stock?”

John Muir

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“Nature is always lovely, invincible, glad, whatever is done and suffered by her creatures. All scars she heals, whether in rocks or water or sky or hearts.”

John Muir

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“When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the Universe.”

John Muir

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“Amos the Bordeaux Mastiff descendant of Turner and Hooch (aka Beasely).”

Thank you Paul and Sharon Kayes!

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turner_%26_Hooch

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Special thanks to Paul and Sharon Kayes and meeting Amos the Bordeaux Mastiff!

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Happy Mother’s Day Mom!!!

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Mom loved to model, and this photo was taken of her preparing to go out on the stage at a local fashion show just 1 month prior to her death.  It is symbolic in that she is dressed in a wedding styled dress, where in some cultures, it was considered that a woman would be buried in her bridal dress to be going home to be with her groom (Jesus).  She also is pictured at the bottom of the staircase, as if it rises to heaven.

In memory of Connie A. Mitchell Marchell and all mothers including the entire animal kingdom, we have our lives to be thankful for their tenderness in carrying us within their womb and raising us in their lives.  Mom used to say that children were a gift loaned to us from heaven!

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She’s as beautiful as a delicate Peace Rose.

Her smile as radiant as the shining sun.

Her eyes sparkle as the evening stars.

Her words are always encouraging.

Her outlook is always positive.

Her heart is full of love.

As the fragrance of a rose grows more and more rich as it lives;

so does my mother’s warmth, faith and tender understanding

envelope all those who surround her.

But most of all, my mother has shown me the meaning of God in my life;

for her strength, courage and devout dedication to those she cares about

has shown me the meaning of life…LOVE.

And LOVE comes from God.

I Love Your Very, Very,Very Much, Mom!!!

Your Daughter Lori.

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Refractions of Light and Sound

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“Synchronicity is always on the move, and is dynamic. depending on how often you listen to intuitive potentials that are given to you.  There will always be people for you to meet.  There are always good things available.  Synchronicity is a benevolent energy that is designed to help you.”

Kryon, Book 14 “The New Human:  The Evolution of Humanity

As a charm of birds flew together in unison yesterday afternoon swaying with the wind, their surreal chorus brought me right back to the day that a similar gathering of birds embodied the same sound to the core of my soul.  The last time that feeling occurred was the evening I went to say good bye to Grandma Marge as she prepared for your transitional journey of the soul.  Sure enough, after the birds embarked on their flight, I looked over to the western sky to behold a crystalline sun dog beaming boldly in the sky!  Grandma Marge had referred to me as her rainbow, and somehow this prism of light waves had brought her “NOW’ loving spirit rushing back into my life!  What a glorious and amorous feeling to welcome her loving presence into my heart!

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“That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties.  For when I am weak, then I am strong.”

2  Corinthians 12:10

In the wavelengths and prisms of crystalline vapor trails in the sky, the bending of the path of light or sound passes through between dimensions to reveal various mediums with different characteristics encompassing all of our senses.  These “weaknesses” in the angularity of radiant light manifest brilliant variations of colorful light and sound. It is symbolic to the twelve strands of DNA within our own human structure and how they connect quantumly to Gaia.  Kryon speaks about this in moving the Kundalini energy and our relationship with Mother Earth in the procreation of wisdom on the planet.  We are on a journey of discovering the potential elegance of what our DNA really can do for us!

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“Blessed is the Human Being who feels they are part of this compassionate change on the planet.”

Kryon, Book 14 “The New Human:  The Evolution of Humanity

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“Lord, to whom shall we go?  Thou hast the words of Eternal Life.”

John 6:68

There are many “spiritual bouquets” that remind me of Grandma Marge, with PINK being her trademark signature in everything that she touches.  The above scripture was her favorite for she understood the vastness of our spiritual life.  Isn’t it interesting that her daughter Connie’s (my mom) signature color is YELLOW and together they symbolize UNIVERSAL LOVE and HAPPINESS.  Perfect messages from two spiritually active angelic essences doing all that they can to shift this energy to LOVE BEING THE FIRST RESPONSE.  No longer are we giving energy to the fear based old stories.  We are being given a gift on August 21, 2017 with the Solar Eclipse bringing in the 2,000 year cycle of Aquarius.  (Yes, I am Aquarius).*  The essential message that we are here to convey to all of you is that the pain and sorrow and poverty consciousness thinking is an old, worn out paradigm which no long will have any power after the Solar Eclipse which will be bringing in a whole new paradigm of existence.  Christ Consciousness, Love being all that there is.  The new thought process is that of conscious awareness utilizing the pineal and dropping our intellectualism into the heart for compassionate living with all humanity!

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In Perpetual Memory of Connie and Grandma Marge (Aries and Pisces)*

http://www.kryon.com/israelvideo/

“Love yourself first, and all else will follow.”

Dr. Cindy Gale, Transformational Life Coach

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*Aries Age 2000 BC to AD 1; Pisces Age AD 1 to 2000; Aquarius Age AD 2000 to AD 4000.

 

 

 

Chapter 10: Tomatoes, Sunflowers and Roses (excerpt from Chert Dog)

“My Father’s Greatest Gift:  Life Lessons from a Black English Labrador Retriever”

My Father’s Greatest Gift

John had a heart of gold and would do anything for you.
His loves were his beloved wife, Connie and her father, his son and
daughter, his brother and parents, in-laws, family, neighbors and
friends. But his most special gift was that of loving wildlife and
gardening, and did he ever grow amazing tomatoes whose “stalks”
stretched alongside the backyard garage to almost the rooftop! The
sunflowers had enormous flowers of which all the birds would flock to
for a feast! His lawn was the lushest and greenest in the neighborhood.
And I had heard from many that when Connie was alive, the rose
garden’s beauty and fragrance had a surreal appeal. You might say
he was blessed with a “green thumb” as many referred to him as a
Master Gardener. One could also note that it was his education and
training at Cornell’s Agricultural Program. A neighboring retired
veterinarian would often comment that it was the Japanese Quail
droppings. I personally say that is was his complete and selfless love
of planting, watering, nurturing and talking to the many plants, trees
and flowers that he gave his unconditional love to. I know that for a
fact because the minute I met John, I could see immediately through
his outer gruffness when he smiled at me with a twinkle in his eye
and spoke to me with words filled with an altruistic appreciation for
Dogheads like me. There seemed to be a release in his demeanor
the day that we met, as if to say that he had found a fresh start and
relief to his tired and grieving heart. I loved him from the start. He
gave me discipline, to make me a better person-I mean Doghead! He
showed me many wonderful places and exciting people to expand my
horizons. My most favorite times with him were being co-pilot when
we went for drives and sleeping on his pillow on his couch.

It was in his brokenness that God healed his spirit thought the
love of his children, the kindness and many homemade-meals from
his mother-in-law, family and friends and the many adventures that
both he and I had throughout his life. I was there to see two weddings
as he became a father to yet another son and daughter that brought
in many new family members. This brought much change for him
to deal with at first, and though reluctant and stubborn, he seemed
to adapt graciously until he had a sense of pure knowing about
him…

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Tomatoes, Sunflowers and Roses

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This is an inside miracle regarding the year my Dad transitioned home to be a guide and teacher on the other side.  My rose bush that year grew back its original grafting to behold the most fragrant and bright pink roses!  As a Graduate from Cornell’s Agriculture School, Dad was considered a Master Gardner, with roses and vegetables and the most lush green grass utilizing his understanding of chemistry and creating his own soil.  Not to mention he was happiest in his garden and all of his seedlings started under growing lamps then transferred out to be placed under old tanning beds which formed little greenhouses to protect them in the spring brought forth a bounty of beauty of which he cherished.  He was astounded when I told him about the rose, as the original grafts are not likely to grow back once they have gone wild.  That July when he went home to be with my beloved Mom, he left me his most beloved companion, an English Black Labrador Retriever named Chert (Slovak for devil) together with an overflowing of love from his garden.  My rose bush has never bloomed since that time.  (This is a personal account referencing Chapter 10:  Tomatoes, Sunflowers and Roses in my upcoming book entitled My Father’s Greatest Gift).

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Dad’s Tomatoes and Chert