R: How many licks does it take to get to the center?

[Guest guest]

danielle, I can only begin to imagine the sadness and pain of such a loss.. and

just that brings tears to my eyes... I cannot bare to think of loosing one of my

prescious baby brothers, the sadness it would leave... love to you, danielle,

and I hope I will be strong enough and trusting enough when my turn comes to go

though the loss of a dear loved one... such a wonderful metafore you

used...lucia

 

--- Mer 12/8/09, ordinarysparrow <ordinarysparrow ha scritto:

 

Da: ordinarysparrow <ordinarysparrow

Oggetto: Re: How many licks does it take to get

to the center?

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Data: Mercoledì 12 agosto 2009, 20:00

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Namaste

 

 

 

dear Danielle

 

 

 

so sorry for this lost for you and your family. . . " the death of a baby

 

is like a stone cast into the stillness of a quiet pool; the concentric

 

ripples of sadness sweep out in all directions. " . . .

 

 

 

standing between earth and sky this day contemplating a lollipop and

 

how to get to the sweet essence . . . Danielle the old Native/Irish soul

 

of yours must sense this is what you have with this littlest member of

 

your family. . . the precious essence of this baby. . .eternity. . .that

 

which always was and will always be. . . .

 

 

 

Danielle do you remember the Irish mourning song?

 

 

 

.. . . . . I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the snow on the

 

mountain's rim, I am the laughter in children's eyes, I am the sand at

 

the water's edge,

 

I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle Autumn rain, When

 

you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet

 

birds in circled flight, I am the star that shines at night,. . . . . I

 

am not there, I did not die. . . .

 

 

 

dear Danielle may you and your family be wrapped in the I Am of all

 

eternity and hold this precious baby forever. . .for he is holding you

 

too. . .

 

 

 

love and peace

 

ordinary sparrow

 

 

 

Kundalini-Awakening -Systems- 1 , " iamwaitingmoon "

 

<iamwaitingmoon@ ...> wrote:

 

>

 

> Dear All:

 

> Have you ever wondered how many licks it takes to get to the center of

 

a Tootsie Roll Pop? Are you familiar with that candy commercial from the

 

70s? In the advertisement, the question is asked …and then an Owl

 

says, " one, two…three " and on three crunches through the hard candy

 

shell and into chocolately tootsie roll chew. I am like that owl. My

 

brother on the other hand, as a child, actually counted the number of

 

licks it took to get to the center of the tootsie roll pop and wrote to

 

the candy company to tell them. The company supplied him with a years'

 

worth of candy pops and Sugar Daddy the size of the state of Colorado.

 

Needless to say, I was not permitted access to his stash of chocolately

 

chews waiting their unveiling. I would experiment with leaving the pops

 

in the sun, smashing them with a hammer, or running them under the

 

faucet. To my delight , I soon discovered that those tootsie centers

 

existed without the coating and were packaged in a little bank for safe

 

keeping.

 

> Here I am 30-some odd years later waking from a restless slumber

 

and asking the question, " how many licks does it take to get to the

 

center? " How many layers need to be dissolved or savored and/or the

 

combination of both? How hard can that shell and coating possibly be? I

 

think that my brother was on to something…he experienced and

 

savoured the journey. Sometimes that's a difficult thing to do when

 

there is something so deightful at the core just waiting to be

 

discovered.

 

> I dreamt of a peace pipe, and women's healing, of the female part

 

of a man's healing, and the male part of a woman's healing, and the

 

healing of our Earth Mother. I dreamt of a giant tree, and a large

 

chunk of quartz and winds of the four directions-the change of seasons,

 

and a little blue butterfly with brown marble eyes. I received a call

 

advising that my little nephew died. How many licks does it take to get

 

to the center?

 

>

 

> Love:

 

> Danielle

 

>

 

 

 

 

[Guest guest]

Dear Danielle,

I feel the gravity of grief that you are facing.

I used to cry within if a child cried.

I had to go out for my job once for period of six months.Thought of

seperation made me cry.

I can understand your sorrow,time will heal you..shrikant

 

maria lucia squillari wrote:

>  

> danielle, I can only begin to imagine the sadness and pain

of such a loss.. and just that brings tears to my eyes... I cannot bare to think

of loosing one of my prescious baby brothers, the sadness it would

leave... love to you, danielle, and I hope I will be strong enough and trusting

enough when my turn comes to go though the loss of a dear loved one... such a

wonderful metafore you used...lucia

> --- Mer 12/8/09, ordinarysparrow < ordinarysparrow@ gmail.com > ha scritto:

> Da: ordinarysparrow < ordinarysparrow@ gmail.com >

> Oggetto: [Kundalini-Awakenin g-Systems- 1] Re: How many licks does it take to

get to the center?

> A: Kundalini-Awakening -Systems- 1

> Data: Mercoledì 12 agosto 2009, 20:00

>  

> Namaste

> dear Danielle

> so sorry for this lost for you and your family. . . " the death of a baby

> is like a stone cast into the stillness of a quiet pool; the concentric

> ripples of sadness sweep out in all directions. " . .. .

> standing between earth and sky this day contemplating a lollipop and

> how to get to the sweet essence . . . Danielle the old Native/Irish soul

> of yours must sense this is what you have with this littlest member of

> your family. . . the precious essence of this baby. . .eternity. . .that

> which always was and will always be. . . .

> Danielle do you remember the Irish mourning song?

> . . . . . I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the snow on the

> mountain's rim, I am the laughter in children's eyes, I am the sand at

> the water's edge,

> I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle Autumn rain, When

> you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet

> birds in circled flight, I am the star that shines at night,. . . . . I

> am not there, I did not die. . . .

> dear Danielle may you and your family be wrapped in the I Am of all

> eternity and hold this precious baby forever. . .for he is holding you

> too. . .

> love and peace

> ordinary sparrow

> Kundalini-Awakening -Systems- 1 , " iamwaitingmoon "

> <iamwaitingmoon@ ...> wrote:

>>

>> Dear All:

>> Have you ever wondered how many licks it takes to get to the center of

> a Tootsie Roll Pop? Are you familiar with that candy commercial from the

> 70s? In the advertisement, the question is asked …and then an Owl

> says, " one, two…three " and on three crunches through the hard candy

> shell and into chocolately tootsie roll chew. I am like that owl. My

> brother on the other hand, as a child, actually counted the number of

> licks it took to get to the center of the tootsie roll pop and wrote to

> the candy company to tell them. The company supplied him with a years'

> worth of candy pops and Sugar Daddy the size of the state of Colorado.

> Needless to say, I was not permitted access to his stash of chocolately

> chews waiting their unveiling. I would experiment with leaving the pops

> in the sun, smashing them with a hammer, or running them under the

> faucet. To my delight , I soon discovered that those tootsie centers

> existed without the coating and were packaged in a little bank for safe

> keeping.

>> Here I am 30-some odd years later waking from a restless slumber

> and asking the question, " how many licks does it take to get to the

> center? " How many layers need to be dissolved or savored and/or the

> combination of both? How hard can that shell and coating possibly be? I

> think that my brother was on to something…he experienced and

> savoured the journey. Sometimes that's a difficult thing to do when

> there is something so deightful at the core just waiting to be

> discovered.

>> I dreamt of a peace pipe, and women's healing, of the female part

> of a man's healing, and the male part of a woman's healing, and the

> healing of our Earth Mother. I dreamt of a giant tree, and a large

> chunk of quartz and winds of the four directions-the change of seasons,

> and a little blue butterfly with brown marble eyes. I received a call

> advising that my little nephew died. How many licks does it take to get

> to the center?

>>

>> Love:

>> Danielle

>>

>