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Geronimo’s near Painted Desert

Foto by Iliana

“I was warmed by the sun, rocked by the winds and sheltered by the trees as other Indian babes.” ~ Geronimo


Geronimo’s near Painted Desert


Day @ El Farito.

Certain Slant of Light

Emily Dickinson, a 19th Century American Poet, once wrote about winter afternoons like these. Afternoons where the light shined upon the earth in a quite particular way, provoking a sort of calm but at the same time dispirited mode within one’s being. The poem’s name was Certain Slant of Light. This particular poem caught my attention because the words read as though I wrote them. I had felt that slant of light on winter afternoons. When I took this picture, I could have sat down and written these words at that very moment cause that’s how I felt too. I understood this misunderstood poem lamenting what could be and how, at times, the Universe gives us an angle, a fractal time-like state where light shines upon reality. Go figure. Many interpretations exist; regardless, the poem is genius. Dickinson was a poet ahead of her time, leaving the world with so many thought-provoking moments of her life. This picture represents one of those moments that although captivating…

…There’s a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.

Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find no scar,
But internal difference
Where the meanings are.

None may teach it anything,
‘Tis the seal, despair,-
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the air.

When it comes, the landscape listens,
Shadows hold their breath;
When it goes, ‘t is like the distance
On the look of death.

~Emily Dickinson, Certain Slant of Light



Within I ventured to discover a world unknown…


Voiceless…in America



Attempts to Runaway


Facing them Required


Becoming the Abhorred

~Voiceless No More

“He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster.”

~Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil

Have We?

“In the beginning was nothing, which exploded.”

~Terry Pratchett

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Today, the Federal Communications Commission will vote on a proposal that could put the Internet as we know it at risk. The FCC could allow big corporations like Verizon and Comcast to charge big websites for an Internet fast lane, putting the rest of us in the slow lane and tearing the Internet apart in a way that might make it difficult to put it back together again.

This is serious enough that thousands of people are taking unprecedented actions across the country today to show the FCC what happens when they threaten the free and open Internet. MoveOn members are showing up at FCC offices in 20 cities, and we’re joining allies at a major rally in Washington, D.C., where brave activists have been camped outside the FCC for more than a week.

Will you join this massive day of action to save the Internet by sharing this post on social media right now?

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If everyone who gets this email shares this image, it will be seen by tens of millions of people. The Internet will be a giant sea of orange, and it will be impossible for the media and the FCC to ignore us.  

We’ve already made a huge mark. We’ve submitted 10,000 MoveOn members’ stories and have made more than 2,000 calls to the White House, Congress, and the FCC, helping to shut their phone lines down. This, combined with the efforts of our allies, has thrown the FCC’s plans into “chaos,” according to Time magazine.1 

And it’s working. FCC Chairman Tom Wheeler is considering reclassifying the Internet as a “common carrier,” which is the best way to protect the free and open Internet. 

That’s why we can’t let up. Verizon, Comcast, and other telecommunications giants know how to get their way with the FCC. The only way to fight back is with a massive public outcry. Today, all eyes will be on the FCC, and thousands of people will be taking action on the ground. Online action from you in support of a free and open Internet will make us impossible to ignore. Will you share this image on Facebook to show the FCC where you stand?

Yes, I will.

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Thanks for all you do.

Maria, Victoria, Corinne, Kyle, and the rest of the team

P.S. MoveOn members are showing up at noon today at FCC offices in 20 cities around the country to send shockwaves through the FCC bureaucracy. Will you check to see if you can attend an event near you?


1. “FCC Net-Neutrality Plan in Chaos,” Time, May 12, 2014

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My dear followers, friends and all,

This will be my last post for a while. The White Rabbit is experiencing health issues that need addressing–or not. Dear. I’m quite a mess at the moment. Blogging has been a form of therapy that has been good while I was stable. However, I feel myself slipping and must rest a while. Fatigue and pain overwhelm my physical, mental and spiritual bodies. Thank you to all of those who have followed, encouraged and supported my journey. My appreciation is mammoth. For now, much care I must take, but I do hope to see you all soon. Until then, visit and help yourself to past posts. You will see an evolution of how my blog evolved. When I return, I guarantee the blog will evolve once again since I am at one of those moments where life branches. In my case of stochastic tendencies, where I end up is anybody’s guess. Blessed be until we merry meet…Iliana the White Rabbit.



Cave of Amber

Rays of Renewal

“Line in Nature is not found; Unit and Universe are round. In vain produced, all rays return; evil will bless and ice will burn.”

~Ralph Waldo Emerson


“The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”

~Robert Frost

Grand Maison

“Where thou art, that is home.” ~Emily Dickinson


“My heart is like a singing bird.”

~Christina Rossetti


Shifting Shadows

Silhouettes of Dancing Time

~Voiceless in America


“Then followed that beautiful season… Summer….
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape
Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.”
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Big AHH HAH by CanDo Jack

Posted: January 9, 2014 in Poetry

Poem written by a sincere acquaintance from Facebook. Words that leave you wondering and pondering…poignantly profound. Streams through all possibilities and ends with “The Big AHH HAH.” Would love to hear some feedback.

“This poem is from my book Loose Canon (not Cannon) [all rights reserved by CanDo Jack]  Thank you!”


Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.

The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.

And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question ‘Whither?’

Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?”
~Robert Frost

Samhain Morning

Harvest Time Ends



To my Ancestors

a Blessed Thanks


Shabby Kitchen

It is time…to redo my kitchen.

Learning to Love America

by Shirley Geok-Lin Lim

“because it has no pure products
because the Pacific Ocean sweeps along the coastline
because the water of the ocean is cold
and because land is better than ocean
because I say we rather than they
because I live in California
I have eaten fresh artichokes
and jacaranda bloom in April and May
because my senses have caught up with my body
my breath with the air it swallows
my hunger with my mouth
because I walk barefoot in my house
because I have nursed my son at my breast
because he is a strong American boy
because I have seen his eyes redden when he is asked who he is
because he answers I don’t know
because to have a son is to have a country
because my son will bury me here
because countries are in our blood and we bleed them
because it is late and too late to change my mind
because it is time.”


“Intolerance  is itself a form of violence and an obstacle to the growth of a true democratic  spirit.”
~Mahatma  Gandhi

Twilight“I tasted life.”

 ~Emily Dickinson


That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful.”

~Edgar Allan Poe



Going to California by Led Zep

Posted: August 16, 2013 in Music, Poetry, Quotes

Final frequencies…keep following though. Going to California now…through the looking glass. Follow me. Let’s be! What? I’m mad. Honey, we’re all mad here, or you wouldn’t be here. It’s okay to be mad…some of the nicest people I know are mad! ~Alice

If I had a world of my own Everything will be nonsense Nothing will be what it is Because everything will be what it isn’t

I invite you to a world Where there is no such thing as  time And every creature lens themselves To change your state of mind

And the girl that chase the rabbit Drank the wine and took  the pill Has locked herself in limbo To see how it truly feels

To stand outside your virtue No one can ever hurt you Or so they say

Her name is Alice (Alice) She crawls into the  window Shapes in shadows, Alice (Alice) And even though she’s  dreaming, she knows

Sometimes the curiosity Can kill the soul but leave the  pain And every ounce of innocence Is left inside her brain

And through the looking glass We see she’s painfully  returned But now off with her head I fear is everyone’s concern

You see there’s no real ending It’s only the beginning Come out and play

Her name is Alice (Alice) She crawls into the  window Shapes in shadows, Alice (Alice) And even though she’s  dreaming She’s unlocked the meaning for you

This kingdom good riddance Good freedom and innocence Has brought this whole thing down

Her name is Alice (Alice) She crawls into to the  window Shapes in shadows, Alice (Alice) And even though she’s  dreaming She’s unlocked the meaning

She’s unlocked the meaning for you

In contrary was, what it is it wouldn’t be And what it  wouldn’t be it would, you see


Hogwarts Express

“My heart is warm with the friends I make,
And better friends I’ll not be knowing,
Yet there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take,
No matter where it’s going.”
~Edna St. Vincent Millay, The Selected Poetry

Blacksmith                  Under a spreading chestnut tree

         The Village Smithy stands:

                The smith, a mighty man is he,

               With large and sinewy hands;

                            And the muscles of his brawny arms

       Are strong as iron bands.

            ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow , The Village Blacksmith

Big Tree

“I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree.”
~ Joyce Kilmer, Trees & Other Poems    


“Alice! a childish story take,
And with a gentle hand
Lay it where Childhood’s dreams are twined
In Memory’s mystic band,
Like pilgrim’s withered wreath of flowers
Plucked in a far-off land.”

~~Lewis Carroll, All in a Golden Afternoon

Bamboo and stone

“I sometimes dig for buttered rolls,
Or set limed twigs for crabs;
I sometimes search for grassy knolls
For wheels of hansom-cabs.
And that’s the way’ (he gave a wink)
‘By which I get my wealth –
And very gladly will I drink
Your Honour’s noble health.”

~Lewis Carroll, Alice and the White Knight

Lost in Reflection

The Waking

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.”

~ Theodore Roethke,  The Collected Poems