jahsi, your lovely sweet notes and the images you proffer are so beautiful and elegant.. Your heart must be so pure and lovely. My blessings to you forever and ever. NAMASTE, MIGUEL
Hello Miguel! I am leaving good wishes for you because you are such a special friend! Disregard the ones that don't apply! teehee! Have a peaceful and rewarding day filled with much love and laughter! *smile* ~Christie
This is beautiful. Exquisite work. Looks like a Zia. Thanks for your kind words. You are an exceptional human and such a great spirit. It is good juju to know you. Namaste and may Mother Earth always protect you with her wings. Miguel
Thank You,For Sharing You Art,it is magic and Good Medicine.It comes from a Good Heart and Beautifull Energy.I see your Art,like a see a Tibetan or a Navajo Sand Painting.Like them your Art is a prayer of Grace and Healing Love.Thank You for sharing such a Precious Grace.Ho Tani Ma,Meta Tante.Bros.SpreadingEagle.
It is good to have a new friend and Brother.Glad to have you Miguel in the Global Tribal Family.Meta Tante.(Peace and GoodMedicine) Bros.SpreadingEagle.
Love is always present, in the world, in nature, in us. What changes is our realisation of it.
Sending you a hearty smile from nature, dear Michael.
love without end, Sandavala
A gift to you for all your kindness and generosity. Some are chosen to be special and bring joy to the hearts of others and healing and I believe you are one of the chosen ones. Namaste, Miguel
One late night as Miguel and Rosita lay in their bed holding one another so tightly, she asked him about the gold coin he had hanging from the chain on his neck.
He did not like to talk about the time he spent in the Navy as a young man as the memories were painful to recall but he did tell her how he came to have such a treasure.
He was in the South Pacific, doing his few years as a patriot on a large vessel which was guarding the port from the insurgents.
The Captain of the vessel took a great liking to Miguel as he had no fear of the water but he was reluctant to engage in mortal combat. He always felt that there was something special waiting for him and he wanted to live to experience what it was.
He dreamed of Rosita in the Rainforest although they had not yet met.
One afternoon as the Captain was making his rounds of the vessel, a rogue wave came and swept him from the boat and they went into a huge trough.
As Miguel's parents always told him, his mother had perhaps mated with a dolphin, as he swam without fear and could hold his breath for a lifetime. They always said this laughingly as they knew they were solitary lovers and had no other.
Not only could Miguel swim well, but he had a deep love for the sea and a keen understanding of the flow of the tides and currents.
He immediately dove in after the Captain and brought him to the life buoy. Although he came close to death, Miguel saved him.
For the brave gesture, the Captain gave him his coveted gold coin and chain that was a treasured gift from an Inca chief as a tribute to his kindness. Shy Miguel took it reluctantly but the Captain insisted and then proceeded to show him how to sail like an old salt, though he was but a lad.
As they told each other of their lives before they met, Rosita told Miguel that as a young girl she had played the piano. Miguel had seen a magnificent one once on a ship in the harbor on its way to a lucky and affluent family. Its wood was luminous and glorious.
He had laid his rough hands to the keys delicately and would never again forget the sound,
and that night never left his memory.
Miguel seemed to be agitated and made several trips to the city for supplies. Rosita was very reluctant to ask him the cause as Miguel was a private man although she knew more of him then he knew of himself.
The day came when he hitched the burros to the wagon and he went for supplies for the third time in a month and she began to worry. He told her, worry not my love, I will return in two moons with the supplies and then we will have our time together and enough provisions for months to come.
Nonetheless, Rosita worried and fretted. She was unsettled and asked the Great Grandmother above to tell her in her dreams what to do for the sleeplessness.
She gathered herbs for sleep and made tea nightly until she heard the creaking of the wheels and the low whistle of Miguel to propel the burros forward. She came running out in her chemise to meet him in the light of the moon and they hugged as if it were years since they had seen one another, somewhat like the first deep hug they had ever shared.
Miguel had a broad smile on his face and asked Rosita to come to the wagon.
She eagerly followed Miguel to the cloth covering the payload and wondered what was beneath the cloth.
Miguel then untied the bindings and threw the cloth aside.
Beneath it was a great mahogany piano with the ebony of Africa and the ivory of the walrus tusk. It had taken so long to return as the vendor told him not to shake the wagon too much or it would disturb the tuning.
Sweet Rosita cried tears of roses for the love that Miguel showed for her. She sighed so delightfully and beautifully that Miguel had to turn from her to shed a tear or two. He was overjoyed to see her in this state.
She kissed his face as if each was a drop of rain in a summer storm. He relished each touch of her lovely lips.
It was a struggle but they unloaded the exquisite piano to the room of sharing and put it into the place he had cleared earlier without her noticing.
She began to play the Jungle Sonata and the Rainforest Concerto, tunes she had imagined in her head for years.
She practiced in the afternoons and wherever Miguel was he could hear her fingers caress the keys and his heart smiled.
Soon the jungle animals began to gather to listen and he had a yard full of tranquil beasts each day when he returned from the fields.
One day after he listened to another of her masterpieces, he hurried to hug her for a tribute to its mastery and she rubbed his sun drenched chest but felt no coin.
She shuddered and asked him, Miguel, Miguel, what happened to your lucky piece, where has it gone?
Miguel could not look at her, but said to her that he gave it to the poor church in town to feed the starving and it was a blessing that he did. He said it gave him the greatest of joy to do that and the Captain would have agreed.
Although Rosita knew what had happened, she never asked again as she was sure of what Miguel had done.
Though it was the only time he could not tell her the truth, she knew that his love ran deep like the river outside their casita and she began to play for him from the depths of her heart.
Written to my most beloved in the dream that I will hear you play with those fingers so slender and lovely that were meant to touch the ivories and my heartstrings.
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Thank You,For Sharing You Art,it is magic and Good Medicine.It comes from a Good Heart and Beautifull Energy.I see your Art,like a see a Tibetan or a Navajo Sand Painting.Like them your Art is a prayer of Grace and Healing Love.Thank You for sharing such a Precious Grace.Ho Tani Ma,Meta Tante.Bros.SpreadingEagle.
It is good to have a new friend and Brother.Glad to have you Miguel in the Global Tribal Family.Meta Tante.(Peace and GoodMedicine) Bros.SpreadingEagle.
Thank you!Love, hope, peace
Namaste
How the Black Stallion Forgets Beautiful video!Thanks Michael!
love,love
Namaste
Sending you a hearty smile from nature, dear Michael.
love without end, Sandavala
Namaste
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One late night as Miguel and Rosita lay in their bed holding one another so tightly, she asked him about the gold coin he had hanging from the chain on his neck.
He did not like to talk about the time he spent in the Navy as a young man as the memories were painful to recall but he did tell her how he came to have such a treasure.
He was in the South Pacific, doing his few years as a patriot on a large vessel which was guarding the port from the insurgents.
The Captain of the vessel took a great liking to Miguel as he had no fear of the water but he was reluctant to engage in mortal combat. He always felt that there was something special waiting for him and he wanted to live to experience what it was.
He dreamed of Rosita in the Rainforest although they had not yet met.
One afternoon as the Captain was making his rounds of the vessel, a rogue wave came and swept him from the boat and they went into a huge trough.
As Miguel's parents always told him, his mother had perhaps mated with a dolphin, as he swam without fear and could hold his breath for a lifetime. They always said this laughingly as they knew they were solitary lovers and had no other.
Not only could Miguel swim well, but he had a deep love for the sea and a keen understanding of the flow of the tides and currents.
He immediately dove in after the Captain and brought him to the life buoy. Although he came close to death, Miguel saved him.
For the brave gesture, the Captain gave him his coveted gold coin and chain that was a treasured gift from an Inca chief as a tribute to his kindness. Shy Miguel took it reluctantly but the Captain insisted and then proceeded to show him how to sail like an old salt, though he was but a lad.
As they told each other of their lives before they met, Rosita told Miguel that as a young girl she had played the piano. Miguel had seen a magnificent one once on a ship in the harbor on its way to a lucky and affluent family. Its wood was luminous and glorious.
He had laid his rough hands to the keys delicately and would never again forget the sound,
and that night never left his memory.
Miguel seemed to be agitated and made several trips to the city for supplies. Rosita was very reluctant to ask him the cause as Miguel was a private man although she knew more of him then he knew of himself.
The day came when he hitched the burros to the wagon and he went for supplies for the third time in a month and she began to worry. He told her, worry not my love, I will return in two moons with the supplies and then we will have our time together and enough provisions for months to come.
Nonetheless, Rosita worried and fretted. She was unsettled and asked the Great Grandmother above to tell her in her dreams what to do for the sleeplessness.
She gathered herbs for sleep and made tea nightly until she heard the creaking of the wheels and the low whistle of Miguel to propel the burros forward. She came running out in her chemise to meet him in the light of the moon and they hugged as if it were years since they had seen one another, somewhat like the first deep hug they had ever shared.
Miguel had a broad smile on his face and asked Rosita to come to the wagon.
She eagerly followed Miguel to the cloth covering the payload and wondered what was beneath the cloth.
Miguel then untied the bindings and threw the cloth aside.
Beneath it was a great mahogany piano with the ebony of Africa and the ivory of the walrus tusk. It had taken so long to return as the vendor told him not to shake the wagon too much or it would disturb the tuning.
Sweet Rosita cried tears of roses for the love that Miguel showed for her. She sighed so delightfully and beautifully that Miguel had to turn from her to shed a tear or two. He was overjoyed to see her in this state.
She kissed his face as if each was a drop of rain in a summer storm. He relished each touch of her lovely lips.
It was a struggle but they unloaded the exquisite piano to the room of sharing and put it into the place he had cleared earlier without her noticing.
She began to play the Jungle Sonata and the Rainforest Concerto, tunes she had imagined in her head for years.
She practiced in the afternoons and wherever Miguel was he could hear her fingers caress the keys and his heart smiled.
Soon the jungle animals began to gather to listen and he had a yard full of tranquil beasts each day when he returned from the fields.
One day after he listened to another of her masterpieces, he hurried to hug her for a tribute to its mastery and she rubbed his sun drenched chest but felt no coin.
She shuddered and asked him, Miguel, Miguel, what happened to your lucky piece, where has it gone?
Miguel could not look at her, but said to her that he gave it to the poor church in town to feed the starving and it was a blessing that he did. He said it gave him the greatest of joy to do that and the Captain would have agreed.
Although Rosita knew what had happened, she never asked again as she was sure of what Miguel had done.
Though it was the only time he could not tell her the truth, she knew that his love ran deep like the river outside their casita and she began to play for him from the depths of her heart.
Written to my most beloved in the dream that I will hear you play with those fingers so slender and lovely that were meant to touch the ivories and my heartstrings.
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