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When it comes to peace, how would you describe yourself?: I am a born activist

So what is it?: evolution, spiritual development, letting go the old energy, transforming our self and help and teach others.

More: I belief in love, peace and goodness of human beings. We all can make a difference in a world if we start with our self first, let go of our fears, negativity. We can learn more about our true self through our intuition, listen to our heart, find out who we are, why we here and use our unique gifts, creativity, and talents to help the world.

More about me: I am an artist, psychotherapist. I love nature, kids, art, music, animals, camping, reading, traveling and people! I am very grateful for all the things that happened in my life.

At 6:25pm on July 2, 2010, Eva said…: Hello,

iPeace will be closed shortly.. Here you can find a new home.

http://peaceformeandtheworld.ning.com/

You are cordially invited.

Warm regards, Eva

At 5:19pm on November 3, 2009, tareq.billo said…: hello dear how are you?
peace in your hands
love in your heart
with my love

At 3:40pm on September 30, 2009, Valerie Smith said…: Hello my friends, i would love to share my photos with you, of my trip to Tibet:

http://spiritualplaces.shutterfly.com/

At 9:29pm on September 20, 2009, Motorcycle Hippy Al said…: I Love Your artwork and I see You go by the name Vera.
"Happy Trails" & "Happy Dancing to Life"

At 8:02pm on July 19, 2009, David Sparenberg said…: DRESSED FOR THE OCCASION

Not everyone comes wearing
a red dress.
Many are content with
white shirts, plaid skirts, blue jeans.
The wounded are wearing
overcoats,
because for them
the world is prematurely cold.
The silly and the cleverest
are dressed as clowns.
And the angels are
naked, between the eyelashes
of our setting sun.

Not everyone comes wearing
the reminder of black,
although pain is everywhere
and loss attends us.
Those who are painted in blood
have wept in the wasting of war.
And those who are
painted with light
are here to heal us.

Friend,
even if I came to you
in the rags of weariness,
the cloak of invisibility or
dust of neglect, the
web of a spider,
would you offer me a drink of water
seeing thirst,
and help to decide
a way, at the crossroads of life?
If I look into your
hands, what will I find:
a golden thread,
the strength of beauty,
a loaf of bread?

David Sparenberg
18 July 2009

At 7:04pm on July 14, 2009, David Sparenberg said…: NATIVE SENSES

The expression
of the beautiful genius
opens like a wordless
rose
and clothes us
in the fumes
of paradise.
Somehow
when we are
listening to the wings
of crows and the
tender melodies
of elfin butterflies
we feel embraced
by the breath
of angels.
Beating
so softly, so
delicate-sweet that
velvet on a virgin’s
skin
might touch us
with an offering.
Though
we are there, out
in that other place
the familiar cup
of a summer’s rose
rises
from this ground
to kiss us
with the miracle
of its pouring passions.
And
we are downed
supine
into the common
haunting symbolum
of earth’s
dense mystery.
Though
not a single
word has swollen
to the lips
like a cherry
freshly swollen,
but the heavy
buzzing
of a working bee
lost
in the ecstasies
of pollen.
And
we are spellbound
and complete.
Like fruit.
Like garden.

David Sparenberg

At 6:39am on July 8, 2009, Rashad said…: Hi it’s good to know you & your thoughts. Stay blessed.
Regards, love and peace.
Rashad.
Chairman: Hope development organization.
Email: chairman@hopedevelopment.org
www.hopedevelopment.org

At 6:30am on July 6, 2009, Anthony (Tony) Janflone said…: Great having you as a friend!! GIANT HUG!!!
Wishing all the very best to you always.
Peace & Love.