Sacred Song Blessings, gift all a good song, because you are perfect in all that does song. Our hearts reach into heaven, and we flood, with a sound, the music of Angels, that gift us pure sound. I want you to know, that you are part of God, the echo, that lingers till light hits the "Dawn". And we are the magic, that children who know, the heart always has pureness, like the blessed snow!

White Buffalo Calf Woman (Ptse San Wi Yan) has come home to your hearts. It's time to walk the evolution's path. We all are part of the Rainbow Clan, my relatives each and everyone. Receive the treasures that your iyes(h)ka (interpreter) gifts to you, the sacred song blessings, that always are true (soul and voice of the song). And inside of you, the soul that comes alive, the prayers that live, and shout, "I am and I thrive!"

Image left we honor artist Mary Selfridge. Image right we honor the Unknown Artist

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Aho Dear Twin Deer Mother (White Buffalo Calf Woman), If you have the time and space I would like to receive a song blessing...Thank you very much.
Blessed Be. SS your Song of Heaven, Green child, Spiritual Embrace

Southern Season Greetings, Sending love and kisses to all the misses! http://sacredsongblessings.blogspot.com/2012/07/a-garden-at-play-heavens-way.html.
your devoted servant, White Buffalo Calf Woman your Twin Deer Mother, elder crystal child

Aho Beloved Twin Deer Mother, Thank you for the song!!! My soul jumps from joy and got tears in my eyes! This is how I feel inside!!! Thank you for the pics as well! They express nicely what I feel... Welcome to Paradise where the Tree of Life blossoms one's/once more!
Blessed Be. Southern Season your Song of Heaven, Green Child, Spiritual Embrace
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Saturday, January 30, 2010

Ingela Teaches Us, Where the Flowers Grow, the Tears of our Heart!

Where do the flowers grow if not in my heart?  Where does the sunshine bloom, if we don't really start?  And when do we walk into the many open waves?  I say, we are on our way, to be the glory of today. 

I know that God is here, almost every day, but them sometimes we forget and seem to walk away.  And my heart grows fonder if we don't look away, but look at the heavenly site, the suffering of today.  We need bless and embrace ourselves to find our living days.  And we need to bless the dust, sow we can blossom (the rising sun within you, when the soul greets the flesh, the united path) and have new grass (home on the range, where the buffalo roam, here the new home is alive, the sacred four directions of brotherhood).

But where do the flowers grow, if we don't tear for you?  Where do the flowers go, if we don't look out for the dew.  I know we need your love, for relatives we are true.  If only we could find the hearts, the ones we are looking soon.

Come and know the will of God.  Dance in shadows, find the heart.  And we will know the fire's light, that blossoms into Rainbow delight.  Send the tears of tomorrow soon, and we will see the dew.  The rainbow will show it's self, and the pot of gold will too.  And I will be there praying for our relatives everywhere, to grow into heavenly beings, the true and proud and blue (relatives of me and you, leaves on the tree of life). 

There we need lots of love, to survive the days.  There we need hope and staves (staff of life, truth, steps to evolution), to get us through the waves.  The shifting lives we lead us through, will gift us the heavenly path, just bless myself and bless the world, to know it's on the way.  Brotherhood will last.  Sisterhood will be a blast.  And children everywhere, will know, that we are going to pla...............ay!

Come and be one again, and live the sacred day.  Come and love each other deers (journey of life), to know the path of suns (a new born soul, begins to run, to learn of rolling hills).  And we can suffer for the ones, who led us this far this day, because we love those who came before and showed us the way.  And we will leave our tears behind, to show the children who will last, because it's the red road, the law of love, that shows the tried and true.  Now go up to the alter, and give, and receive a blessing from you.



Sacred Song blessing for the heart of Ingela. 
Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother

Anatomy of a flower
Angiosperms or flowering plants produce flowers solely for the reproduction of the plant. Like animals there are female and male reproductive organs.

Flowers are extremely diverse in size, shape, color, and many other factors. This means they are excellent for identifying plants and their relationship to other plants, especially as the flower does not change according to environmental conditions, unlike say shape of plant, leaves and stems.

The Female Reproductive Organs:
Includes an ovary (where ovules (contain an embryo sac with egg/s) develop into the seeds are produced after fertilization), a style (a tube which supports the stigma on top of the ovary down which the pollen travels), and a stigma (a sticky bulb in the center of the flower which receives the pollen during fertilization).

The Male Reproductive Organs:
The Stamen consists of an anther (sacs which contain pollen (which make sperm cells) that fertilize the ovules) and a filament (a long stalk which supports the anther). The filament lifts the anther up so that pollinators can gather the pollen, as well as a vascular supply to the rest of the plant.

Petals:
The petals attract pollinators with their shape and bright colours for many species. Also some flowers are fragrant to attract pollinators, while still others give off an unpleasant smell to attract different pollinators (eg blow flies). Also nectar is produced to reward and encourage the pollinator. Color patterns on the flowers , especially seen through the eyes of the pollinator, might include nectar guides to point the way, or a "bulls eye" target among the petals might get the flying pollinator to notice the flower and home in on it, or like a series of runway lights to guide in the pollinator.
 

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Sacred Song Blessings, gift all a good song, because you are perfect in all that does song. Our hearts reach into heaven, and we flood, with a sound, the music of Angels, that gift us pure sound. I want you to know, that you are part of God, the echo, that lingers till light hits the "Dawn". And we are the magic, that children who know, the heart always has pureness, like the blessed snow!

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