






While the world does sleep -
Elk travels the Milky Way -
Hooves flashing with hope.







As a child I lived in a world where the impossible was possible. The real world for me as a little one was peopled with communication and interaction with talking butterflies, a dog name Mitzi who was my second mother, gifts from the plants and shrubs i passed along the road that tasted like sweet magic in my mouth and a world tingling with light and life.
Do you remember that world? – You had it (a version of it) also when you were little.
Guess what - - - it is still here.







Image is near entry to main building at The Self Realization Fellowship Mother Center







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