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What a strange place I seem to be in this festive season. I am looking around at all of the beautiful "things" and feeling absolutely no draw to be a part of them. I am deeply happy, peaceful and content. My love goes out to everyone as I seem to be only an observer of this festive season. Life truly does get more exciting every day.

To all Transformation Team members,

Wishing you all the love, joy and happiness for this, our first Festive Season as a Team.

May the team grow in leaps and bounds in the new year and may it be, for all of us and for the world, the best and most fascinating year ever.

Working together and as individuals we can achieve anything we can conceive.

Tomorrow I will fly out of Bellingham down to Seattle, and then on to Sacramento. I don't really like to travel anymore, especially via air with all the surveilance, long lines, and the crowds. It all seems so dehumanizing, and worse than the invasion of privacy, it feels like invasion of my spirit.

attention: fellow U.S. citizens.

Greetings Beloveds,
I found this pic in an email this morning and was inspired to share...
In gratitude, joy, and love,
Bodhi

I mentioned fractals in my last blog post.  Some may not be familiar with what a fractal is.  Here is an interesting link dealing with fractals and the connectivity of consciousness.

http://www.fractalwisdom.com/FractalWisdom/weston.html

Namaste'

Berry

After I started this blog, I had a sense of...not guilt...but non-compliance with my agreement with myself about transcending the concept of polarity, separation, egocentricity. I had focused on the word "I".

as Stuart Wilde would call him-a fringe dweller living with one foot in each world-this is a recent post from Rob Breszny's newsletter. (http://FreeWillAstrology.com)
i enjoyed his perspective and thought i would send it on. with that said, i also say...

Now is the time to write more about Joy Ngobi and Jinja Jewelry. Joy is now in Uganda and will return on December 30. During her absence I hope to create more interests in her endeavers.

It is the Glad Season -
Thunder ebbs to silence and lightning sleeps quietly in the corner. Flood waters recede into memory. Snow becomes a yielding cushion to aid us as we make our way to higher ground.