{"id":3881,"date":"2011-02-17T17:50:46","date_gmt":"2011-02-17T23:50:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.gaiasgarden.com\/blog\/?p=3881"},"modified":"2011-02-17T17:50:46","modified_gmt":"2011-02-17T23:50:46","slug":"3881","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.gaiasgarden.com\/blog\/2011\/02\/17\/3881\/","title":{"rendered":"Reflections On A Rainy Day"},"content":{"rendered":"

Today, I woke up to heavy rain and wind. It was raining so hard I could barely see the neighbors house across the street.<\/p>\n

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Later I wandered quietly back to my desk,\u00a0 savoring the warm comfort of my office. My quiet little world where I can dream, write and create.<\/p>\n

A brief interlude<\/em><\/strong><\/span>~ a respite from the heavy rain that had been falling all morning.<\/p>\n

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Standing in a place where land and sky meet<\/span> ~ Capturing reflections , clouds winging past, moments, wind and more rain. . .<\/p>\n

A perfect lunch for a day like this\u00a0 . . .<\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u201cSoup is the song of the hearth…\u00a0 and the home.\u201d ~ Louis P. De Gouy<\/p>\n

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The ever-changing play of darkness and light<\/strong><\/em><\/span> ~\u00a0 Dark clouds hang above our head. The storm in all it’s fierceness is still beautiful, poetic, and lyrical as winter gives way to spring.<\/p>\n


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“Last night the rain spoke to me
\nslowly, saying, what joy
\nto come falling out of the brisk cloud,
\nto be happy again in a new way
\non the earth!” ~ Mary Oliver<\/span><\/p>\n


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\u201cEveryday Goddessing\u00a0 is about sharing magical techniques and sacred wisdom with other beautiful Goddess women. I believe that within every woman there is a goddess, a wise woman, beautiful, creative, powerful, with a deep soul, and that everything we need and are looking for is already inside\u00a0 each of us.\u201d \u2013 Rose Arizmendi<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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