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My favorite metaphor is "dropping a pebble in the pond".
~ hsh 2023
Artist Vasil Woodland: Where the mystery lies dormant in eternity.
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‘Our Lady Gaia’ in English, Irish and phonetically (including narration by Ronan Murray)
(((*∞*))) ‘Our Lady Gaia’ (in English, Irish and phonetically ) ‘Ár Máthair Dhomhanda’ ( i mBéarla, i nGaeilge, agus go fóinéiteach PH: AW-r MAW-hir GHOWN-uh i MYALE-rah, i NYALE-guh, AH-gus guh FOH-nay-tchukh Standing Tree Nations The Redwood, the Birch, An Sequoia, an Bheit, PH: un SUK-wee-uh, un VETCH the Dogwood and the Olive, an Crann Madra agus an Olaiv, PH: un KRAHN MAH-drah AH-gus un OH-liv and all of the rest agus gach uile cheann eile PH: AH-gus gok


Rooted
Triquetra - Celtic Trinity Knott My identity isn’t rooted in aristocracy or legacy—it’s in the earth, in the traditions of common people...


Avatars / Icarus
If all things are truly equal in nature, I believe that each individual's purpose significantly impacts our collective evolution,...


The Howling Winds
Blizzard by Vasil Woodland (2025. canvas, oil. 60x45cm.) The Wind howls n whispers guardians guidance fueling the Fires that cleanse the...


Traveling at the Speed of Light
(((...∞...))) "Guides. Journey in the rays of the rising sun." by Vasil Woodland When I look towards the light of a lit candle, or a star...


When I Go
... (((.∞.))) ... Arctic Henge - Raufarhöfn - Iceland by Christian Barrett https://cbarret.fr/home there comes a time a spirit shift ...


Aang Waan
(((.∞.))) Artist- Vasil Woodland - "Cranes song of parting". 2022. oil, canvas. 16 x 20 inches. aang waan hello my other self say Aleut...


First Language
.(.(.(∞).).). Artist Vasil Woodland "Melody of a May Wind" 2006 first language heart language mimicking birds n songs n each other...


My Water Is Your Water
(((.∞.))) Artist unknown/researching my water, is your water, is my water minutes to months years to millennia sip-n-shared in a moment less than a breath my ground, is your ground, is my ground mindless to heart in spirit without thought to human condition mind, body, soul in a moment skin to soil less than a movement my breath, is your breath, is my breath in-between us fractal pieces-n-spaces sustained cosmos timeless knowing memory no word for it in-between


Become The Eagle
<(((.∞.)))> Photograph by Michael Poliza http://michaelpoliza.com/en Become the Eagle See the Salmon Become the Salmon Feed the People...


No Death/Xibalba
...*(((.∞.)))*... Solor Eclipse photo by Steve Biro 040824 https://www.stevebirophotography.com https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1...


I am
••(((.∞.)))•• at the end of the day there is me n everything else in that moment a pebble tossed in a stagnent pond disturbing water...


My Muse
••(((.∞.)))•• Artist Katharina Jung My Muse My Shifter My Elk My Hawk My Bear My friends My lovers My desires My foes My students My...


Cycles
(((∞))) The Purification - Painting by David Joaquin Cycles harmonized nature passage rites of the living observed by the unseen seen by less than the many history of the ages barely recognized or remembered Moments synchronized nature seemingly singular yet universal passage touched by spirit, ancient observers n ancestors constant yet rarely felt jewels of timeless truth inconceivable Events scheduled in nature clocks n calendars intelligence triggered important..., ti


A Broken Footed Crow
A broken footed crow stood in front of me like so many other birds one legged like me, one winged like me, a three legged dog brave…,...


Coyote Hawk & Grandmother Bear
Coyote’s Secret, 1994 by Susan Seddon-Boulet And the Speaking Mountain of Truth and Thunder One day, many lifetimes ago, before and...


For Brother Albert
All truth, all wisdom translates similarly, no matter what language is spoken, or what culture it comes from. My culture would use...


Avatar I
(((.∞.))) Often..., more and more, I feel I am an avatar with a guiding angel like spirit within. There has always been an inner voice...


Fertile Ground
Looping... perceptions of a stone alone it’s spirit is not. Crushed... deliberately into soil recovering as able un-dead. Experiencing......


My Daily Prayer
Artist Vasil Woodland / aka Vasyl Mushyk Wakan Tanka, Tunkasula Great Mystery, Grandfather, Creator, whose voice I hear in the wind whose...
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