tag:motherturtle.com,2005:/blogs/mother-s-blog?p=3
Mother's Blog
2019-08-06T23:53:02-04:00
© M.S. Harris 2016
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tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/5849899
2019-08-06T23:53:02-04:00
2019-08-08T16:31:55-04:00
Meditate & Flow with Mother Turtle
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<p>It has been wonderful offering this session for free to the public and I am hoping more people will hear about it and join in. For centuries meditation has been a tool for well being and connecting with our Divine Source. It can be done any time of day, and when it is done first thing in the morning, it calms the mind and helps to set up your day for more meaningful, pleasing, and easeful experiences. It brings perspective to the way in which you are looking at the world, and helps you to “not sweat the small stuff!” Flow Painting, also known as Fluid Art, or Acrylic Paint Pouring, is a fun way for everyone to create stunning abstract images, relax, and “get in the flow.” You do not have to be an “Artist.” Being you, is enough! Join me, for this unique opportunity to learn not one, but two extraordinary techniques that can assist you in managing daily life by bringing more calm and peace into your day. These are stressful times. What are you doing to decompress? Whatever works for you, do it. Stress is toxic. This is my way of handling it. Fun and focused upon my wellness, not broken-ness, or what's wrong-ness; wellness. Pouring Paint + Meditation = Feeling Good. Come and get it! Sign Up at www.motherturtle.com/classes</p>
Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/5212554
2018-05-01T21:27:37-04:00
2018-08-30T01:05:15-04:00
Pouraholics Anonymous
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<p>*From a blog by Patricia Fuller: </p>
<p>The Twelve Steps of Pouraholics Anonymous </p>
<ol> <li>Admitted I am powerless over acrylic pouring—that my life and my Facebook feed has transformed from the quintessential, “I hate Donald Trump and everything he stands for” to a calm, beautiful place of my and others’ creative expressions. All day long acrylic pouring art floods my screen, and it makes me happy. I admit that I dream (literally) of pouring; I tap my foot impatiently for my husband to leave in the morning so I can break out a canvas and make something gorgeous; and I no longer care if he hogs the remote control and watches another boring show about physics…because I can watch YouTube videos on my phone with people pouring paint! </li> <li>Came to believe that a website... is greater than myself and could restore me to sanity, but I was wrong. It just made me want to try different types of pours or perfect my technique. Let’s face it, my sanity was in question to begin with! Keep reading and you will agree. </li> <li>Made a decision to turn my will and my life over to the care of Deby Coles, founder of the Facebook group Acrylic Pouring. She is awesome...</li> <li>Made a searching and fearless moral inventory of myself—and my paint supplies—then went and bought more paint. And some Floetrol. Hmmm, I need more wax paper, and a palette knife. And, oh, hey, are those disposable gloves on sale? </li> <li>Admitted to my husband, my daughter, and my mother the exact nature of my wrongs…while I was doing my fourth pour of the day (and it was only 10 a.m.). Hand painting birch trees over an acrylic pour, oooh, ahhh… </li> <li>Am entirely ready to have Deby and the Acrylic Pouring staff remove all these defects of character. Especially when I see the male anatomy in sooooo many paintings—too many paintings. A fellow pourer calls this pournography. I’m not looking for them, I promise you! They’re just everywhere! </li> <li>Humbly asked her to remove my YouTube password because it is interfering with my obsessive YouTube viewing of Wigglz’ Art, Nicky James Burch, Sandra Lett, Annemarie Ridderhof, Caren Goodrich, Rick Cheadle, and MelyD.artist, just to name a few. You would die laughing if you saw my feeble attempts at recreating anything done by Wigglz’Art or Sandra Lett. Seriously. I’ve never let anyone see those disasters. </li> <li>Made a list of all persons I had harmed and became willing to make amends to them all. …So I invited them over and we had a pouring party. Coasters for EVERYONE! </li> <li>Made paintings for such people wherever possible, except when doing so would injure them or others. Heck, who am I kidding? I made them a painting anyway—buy some health insurance.</li>
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Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4960026
2017-12-02T22:18:22-05:00
2023-10-16T10:49:41-04:00
The Beautiful Sea
<p>When I lived on Key West, I spent my days in the water and nights playing music. As you can imagine, this was an easy routine to settle into. The ocean called to me every day, and every day I answered. I began my relationship with her by learning how to snorkel, which for me at the time, a marginal swimmer, felt completely liberating, as breathing underwater became possible! I first explored the shallow waters and was amazed by the beauty of the sea. The fish, the underwater landscape, and, oh, the black coral! It was mesmerizing. I played amongst it for hours. Even now, when I think of it, I can feel its rhythm and grace, swaying back and forth under the seas’ current. I so loved that. Fast forward 25 years and here I am living on a hilltop surrounded by state forest, where I am working with acrylics and creating what is known as Fluid Art paintings. I call these creations, "Whirldz." Over the past several months, what has emerged, is a series of abstract ocean images. I am reveling in the feelings that they are bringing up for me and the memory of a time I spent submerged and in discovery. It was a magical time. One I’ll not forget, and now, I am enjoying that experience of the ocean on a mountain, amongst the trees. Funny and yummy too! There are more abstract seascapes to come, and I look forward to the body of work created. For now, I’m happy with what is here and very eager for more!</p><p style="text-align:center;">"Snorkeling" by Marsia Shuron </p><p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/195143/0a8ab58e9f53224da04483c0f802964718a517a0/large/oceanschool-1.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" alt="" /></p><p style="text-align:center;">For more "Whirldz" <a class="no-pjax" href="/whirldz-art" target="_blank" data-link-type="page" data-link-label="Whirldz Art" contents="Go Here">Go Here</a></p>
Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4763041
2017-06-30T16:41:17-04:00
2020-10-09T01:43:51-04:00
Healing The Stories
<p>We tell ourselves stories in a myriad of ways that once practiced, creates what we believe. Belief affects what is experienced. What are you thinking about something you are wanting? Is it in reach? Whatever you believe about it, the laws of Physics come into play and you find evidence of those beliefs. What if you tailor your negative beliefs and choose to practice thought that builds powerful confidence, feelings of greater security and well being, and holds beneficial results for your life? Healing the Stories We Tell Ourselves with Mother Turtle can help you look at your beliefs, and how they are working for or against what you are wanting in your life. Together we will journey and I will take you through a process to uncover your stories and bring them into the light where you can decide to keep them, shift them, or let them go. It's a wonderful ride that 100's before you have taken. If you are here, perhaps there is something that is calling you to this work. Many come into it not knowing what to expect, and they leave having found deep healing, self empowerment, personal growth and freedom. If you are thinking about working with me and healing your stories, I encourage you to get in touch with me today. <a contents="www.healingthestories.com" data-link-label="Healing The Stories..." data-link-type="page" href="/healing-the-stories" target="_blank">More Info</a></p>
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Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4726239
2017-05-29T15:10:52-04:00
2018-04-03T10:55:35-04:00
I'm So Jazzed!
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Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4716812
2017-05-21T00:03:08-04:00
2022-01-07T06:35:02-05:00
Bliss Out!
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<p>"Follow your bliss and don't be afraid... doors will open where you didn't know they were going to be." ~ Joseph Campbell </p>
<p>I have walked my own path from a very young age. I never did quite fit into "the norm." So, I went my own way, believing in my inner guidance and trusting my gut knowing. Some assumed I was naive, because I actually believed in what I was doing! I didn't care what they thought, I followed my bliss and it has led me home, to myself, which winds up being where bliss resides! Wow, revelation. My path has been one of transformation and personal growth, perspective, and one extraordinary experience after another. My world has expanded. It is enriched, and continues to unfold. I appreciate this journey, this Earth, and this life. Follow your bliss. It will not fail you. </p>
Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4681837
2017-04-23T02:22:01-04:00
2017-04-23T02:26:20-04:00
Purple Prince
<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/195143/5b28109bfd249d23154afd354510ad5ee9d2446d/original/prince-glasses.jpg?1492928729" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br><br>1 year ago, the Purple Prince departed. He was found in his home on the elevator. Unknown wether he was going up or down! lol. Death humor... I know it seems silly to some, but I truly love this man. There is so much people don't know about him. A prolific philanthropist and maybe the most talented artist to have ever graced this planet. Did you know Prince played over 24 instruments masterfully? Sheesh. That was a lot of talent in that little body. I look forward to hearing the 1000's of unheard songs he left tucked away in his vault. He'll be around for a long time to come. Long Live Prince Rogers Nelson!<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/195143/5fcb9b28ec7d1c57ca4fbd16310a737cda9e9ae3/original/princeboa.jpg?1492928465" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>
Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4647842
2017-03-27T19:59:45-04:00
2017-03-27T19:59:45-04:00
Chocolate, Lead & Cadmium
<p>I have had chocolate once since the mid 90's. I had terrible reactions to it. Emotional, mental, biochemical. Thanks to a dear friend who figured it out before I did (Adrienne)... I figured it was some kind of allergy, so I stopped eating it in 1995. I did try it once in the early 2000's and that brownie left me feeling suicidal! So, no chocolate for me. People try to convince me to eat 100% cacoa but I don't have the nerve. Too risky, as I see it. But maybe the mystery has been solved, to the reason for my chocolate induced insanity! Check out the link below to an article that says there is both lead and cadmium in most major brands of chocolate! Wow. Go here:<br> </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">LEAD & CADMIUM FOUND IN CHOCOLATE – Is it in your favorite brand? Check here!</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><a contents="http://nutritionallywealthy.com/lead-cadmium-found-in-chocolate/" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://nutritionallywealthy.com/lead-cadmium-found-in-chocolate/" target="_blank">http://nutritionallywealthy.com/lead-cadmium-found-in-chocolate/</a></p>
Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4636551
2017-03-19T17:49:49-04:00
2020-06-25T11:50:53-04:00
Owl And Me. Again.
<a contents="" data-link-label="Photography" data-link-type="page" href="/photography" target="_blank"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/195143/8442063c353266bc0fee0ebc4f73acf6538ca5c5/original/owlclose-f-1fb.jpg?1489959579" class="size_orig justify_center border_none" alt="" /></a>
Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4634413
2017-03-17T16:13:19-04:00
2022-04-03T14:15:05-04:00
Natural Remedies
<img src="http://www.ahealthblog.com/wp-content/uploads/Medicinal-Teas-Infographic.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Science Based Evidence of Health Benefits of Herbal Teas" width="100%" /><p>Image via: <a href="https://www.ahealthblog.com/science-based-evidence-of-health-benefits-of-herbal-teas.html"> Science Based Evidence of Health Benefits of Herbal Teas </a></p>
Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4606173
2017-02-25T00:13:15-05:00
2021-05-17T04:06:32-04:00
Vibes
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Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4587198
2017-02-12T17:50:10-05:00
2017-12-13T22:28:43-05:00
Portraits as Vision Boards
<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>What if you really do get to create your own reality? What if you could see evidence of it everyday? </strong></div>
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<img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/195143/df13121ea0e47063cfdf74970399672cbab7b4f5/original/mtphomepage.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br><br>This actually does happen all the time. We're just not always paying attention. We think the irate customer or aggressive driver or the kind stranger, surprise gift, or the myriad of other, what I call, "mirror like events," is something outside of ourselves. When really, it's a reflection of something within us. Don't you find, when you're angry, and you stay focused on that anger, that it just gets worse? The momentum of that emotion has a snowball effect. Why not, direct your focus? That's how "Vision" boards become so effective. They help us to focus. They lay out our desires and we give them our attention. We notice how they make us feel. We become aligned with it, and inspired. The vision board is an amazing tool because... it is visual. Images are powerful, and that's why I am excited to now be offering photo sessions that blend some of my work in <a contents="Healing The Stories We Tell Ourselves" data-link-label="Healing The Stories..." data-link-type="page" href="/healing-the-stories" target="_blank">Healing The Stories We Tell Ourselves</a><a contents="Healing The Stories We Tell Ourselves&nbsp;with Mother Turtle" data-link-label="Healing The Stories..." data-link-type="page" href="/healing-the-stories" target="_blank"> with Mother Turtle</a>, with Fine Art Photography. The photo shoot is for anyone who wants to stand in front of the camera lens and affirm their vision for their life. What do you want to see when you look in the mirror? Let's photograph you like that! <a contents="More info" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.motherturtlephoto.com/home.html" target="_blank">More info</a>
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Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4565647
2017-01-26T20:53:43-05:00
2022-03-02T11:52:08-05:00
Flock Together
<div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes all I can do is sing:<br><a contents='"Flock Together" on Soundcloud' data-link-label="Streaming" data-link-type="page" href="/streaming" target="_blank">"Flock Together" on Soundcloud</a><br>I think I wrote this song about 15 years ago. Relevant now. Check it out and share it if you like it. Thanks! Mother T.</div><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/195143/17f24250c7ced9dd1c7da993bfa9266eccb64ede/original/mtpsite-19.jpg?1485481657" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><div style="text-align: center;">Photo: "Ice People" Mother Turtle Photography: images by Marsia Shuron<br><br><iframe frameborder="no" height="450" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/304711900&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&visual=true" width="100%"></iframe>
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Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4551239
2017-01-15T19:59:40-05:00
2020-06-25T09:08:56-04:00
Questioning What We Know - Is This Man Really Van Gogh?
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<p style="text-align: center;">I never knew that was in question. According to an article I just read, apparently, it is, as this image was never officially authenticated by the Van Gogh Museum. While the masses now see this as his face. Is it really him? I find this question fascinating. Here’s an artist whose work I love. He was a prolific painter and produced one great image after the next, only wanting to show and sell his art, but selling only one single piece in his lifetime. He died miserable. After his death, he became known as one of the greatest painters to have ever lived. Funny/odd. Sad. It’s all so tragic and ironic. The work of this master Impressionist, is some of my most favorite. His unique style and expression of brush stroke, color, and emotion, are for me, quite magical and transporting/otherworldly. Brilliant. You can see some of my favorites, in my growing Pinterest Board entitled <a contents="Van Gogh" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.pinterest.com/motherturtle1/van-gogh/" target="_blank">Van Gogh</a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">So, who is the man in that now famous photograph? <br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/195143/f9b73603ae7533d258da8c9ddb28137f05228b27/original/vincent1866.jpg?1484526756" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br>Vincent ages 13 and 19.<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/195143/dcf274e45f4c3f34d753baebee0017fcc2e6e9bc/original/vincentage19.jpg?1484526801" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">It is said that Vincent despised photography and supposedly never sat for an adult portrait. There are two rare photographs of him in his youth (above). When I look at these I notice the male in the adult photo has a much sharper nose. Like, a lot. Luckily, we have a means of comparison. VG painted over 34 self portraits, so we at least know, how he saw himself. I myself think that’s enough to know the man’s face, which is uncannily similar to the one in the photograph in question. But… <br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/195143/e03125499f16bcffe1940e3b69e4a6b33afc9e6f/original/vincentcomparison.jpg?1484526853" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Could this be a case of mistaken identity? </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">We most likely, will never know. History is curious. Somewhere along the line, someone offered this image as Vincent Van Gogh. Now more than a century has passed and it is believed to be him. But is it? There is a larger conversation here. Much more to contemplate. For me, it’s an opportunity to look at history, and who wrote it. How much do we really know about anything in this vast universe? Are we simply believing what we have been told, and, following suit by doing what we are told? </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Questioning like this, is quite needed in today’s changing world. It is time to engage our minds and read between the lines. To look closely at what is being said and how that affects our lives and the greater collective. Indeed it is a good time for questioning, and correcting, ourselves. The perfect time for opening our eyes and hearts, learning, growing, understanding that we are all in this thing called life, together. As for Vincent, he still lives through each and every one of his amazing paintings. He probably could care less about the guy in the photo. I would imagine him being more upset about dying destitute, and not seeing a cent from what is now a multi billion dollar estate! Go figure. The life of an artist is not always easy, but it is ever so important and potent. Long live the Artist!<br><br>Two of my VanGogh favorites:<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/195143/8019f7d873cf84ff2f20e148f440097687e5244f/original/vangogh-mulberrytree.jpg?1484528039" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br><br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/195143/0b9f6883580ffd35744c679cefb7e756ddeca1d4/original/vangogh-irises.jpg?1484528241" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>
Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4548875
2017-01-13T11:31:08-05:00
2019-08-20T04:47:49-04:00
Lynx or Bobcat?
<p>I couldn't believe it. The wind picked up quickly and it began to snow like crazy. In minutes, blizzard conditions occurred. Visibility all but vanished. As I pulled out of the driveway, an unfamiliar animal crossed my path. My first thought was, "What the heck was that?" I answered myself and said Bobcat, and then I stuttered, Lynx. Honestly, I know little about Lynx and may have even thought, she and Bobcat were one in the same. I know now, they are not. The Lynx is taller, has a shorter tail, and wears a smile. Kinda reminds me of Alice's Cheshire Cat. The look on Lynx’s face suggests that she knows something. Secrets. She is said to be quite elusive and loves, loves, loves feasting on Hare. <br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/195143/9fa89dda3abf370fbff9a85a53d3f7d58b3fca70/original/lynx-sit.jpg?1484324415" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>
<p>So, Lynx or Bobcat? I may never know exactly, but I searched the internet looking for the animal that I saw. First searching images of Bobcats, but I couldn’t find one with the coloration I saw. However, I did find images of Canadian Lynx that matched exactly. Except I didn’t think she was very tall, though she was crouched down and running directly into the snow bank. It was almost like she dove down into it when she heard me approaching. It was quick. A glimpse. Lots of snow and wind… yet I did see her. </p>
<p>She looked like this Canadian Lynx below, though she had a nice coat of snow on her. <br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/195143/deb0e999f78686287f0dabab04b471ed66265e30/original/lynx-canadian2.jpg?1484324319" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/195143/6ba9edf5c13a7658688d230a1e581808a8e533aa/original/lynxvsbobcat-chart.jpg?1484324541" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>
<p>Once down the mountain, the blizzard stopped completely. Abruptly, like I had come through a curtain or veil. It was a snow squall, and wow oh wow, did it dump a bunch of snow and make driving treacherous. At one point I could not see the road at all. This provided me with a metaphor for life. Often the road I travel, may not be visible, but I know that the road exists. During these times of darkness, it’s important to trust what I know, to continue on my path even though it be unclear, to continue with courage and intention, knowing that the fog shall lift and my path once again revealed. </p>
<p>I am thankful I made it down the mountain safely and I am intrigued by my sighting of Lynx. Life is spectacular. Love is all we need.</p>
Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4534677
2017-01-03T00:12:15-05:00
2017-01-03T01:01:00-05:00
A Certain Je Ne Sais Quoi
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<p style="text-align: center;">In the early 80's a high school friend invited me to a concert. I hadn't heard of the artist he spoke of, but I liked my friend (he was really cute) so I accepted his invitation. During the show, I remember looking at him (my friend) with jaw dropped in utter disbelief at what I was witnessing and hearing come from that stage. I was blown away to say the least. That was the day I met and fell in love with Stevie Ray Vaughn, guitarist extraordinaire; one of the very best. What an incredible musician. How brightly he burned. And how swifty he left us. Here's to all of the bright stars, those artists who have that certain something, not found anywhere else. This one was a gem. Thanks Stevie. Rock on brother. <br><br><iframe class="justify_inline" data-video-type="youtube" data-video-id="bPOrZfKHjiI" data-video-thumb-url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/bPOrZfKHjiI/0.jpg" type="text/html" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/bPOrZfKHjiI?rel=0&wmode=transparent&enablejsapi=1" frameborder="0" height="600" width="720" allowfullscreen="true"></iframe><br>Stevie Ray Vaughn playing Hendrixs' "Voodoo Chile."</p>
Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4521492
2016-12-22T01:36:59-05:00
2016-12-22T01:54:12-05:00
Journey to My Passion
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<p><br>When I was two, my mother tells me that I stood up on a coffee table, assumed the guitar position, waved my arms and proclaimed, “I want to rock and roll!" She laughed, but something must have resonated with her as my young journey with music began at age four. My mother sent me next door to our neighbor's house, where I took organ lessons. I was pretty overwhelmed by the instrument, and the giant, amazonian, old woman teaching me. I remember my little legs swinging on the organ bench. She would tell me to sit still. I felt so small at that organ. It was somehow, like my teacher, bigger than life. It was hard to wrap my brain around what I could possibly do with all the petals and buttons and sliders and keys… I was curious, but the sound scared me! So, at five, I started violin. I really enjoyed playing it. To this day, it is my most favorite sounding instrument (the strings of Gustav Mahler speak to my soul!). For whatever reason, my days as a young violinist were short lived, and I stopped lessons after the first year, but not before excelling to the top of our group and playing a pretty mean Twinkle Twinkle Little Star! lol! Next, came the baritone horn. Brass! I love brass and playing this horn made me happy. I have actually been thinking about playing it again. As a kid, I lugged it to and from school, which was about a half mile or so from home. After a couple years, I couldn’t take it anymore. I was tired of carrying it! It was a little too much for my nine year old to bare. Then at ten, I asked for piano lessons, promised Mom I would stick with it, she spent thousands and bought me a beautiful upright piano, which still sits in her living room today, and I, stuck it out for four years. Thing was, by the time I was twelve, I had lost interest in classical music, but continued to take lessons anyway for the next two years. During that time, I began writing music; mostly, to fool my mother and father into thinking that I was practicing! lol. What a hoot, thinking about that now. I would simply make stuff up. Somehow it came across believable to the parents, but when I went for my next lesson, my teacher expressed great disappointment in my lack of study. She eventually told me that if I was not going to practice, than I should not waste her time or my parents money. She was right, so I quit. Then came high school in the late 70’s. I was familiar with great artists like Stevie Wonder and Aretha, and Mavis Staples and Gladys Night, and popular 70's bands like the Beatles, the Stones and Simon & Garfunkel, but in 1977, I started listening to groups like Crosby Stills Nash and Young, the Grateful Dead, Led Zeppelin, Jethro Tull, ELP, etc. My life was forever changed. I wanted to play guitar! My mother said no. I couldn't blame her. She had invested a lot of time and money already. I told her it would be different this time, and preceded to beg her to buy me an acoustic guitar. She told me no again. I pleaded profusely, “But mom, I promise I’ll play it." She had heard that before. "Really mom, you don't even have to pay for lessons. I'll teach myself. You'll see. Really. Mom? Mom? Mom!" It was an uphill battle, but she finally caved in and bought me the guitar. No lessons. I didn’t care. She took me to the music shop, and I picked out a lovely guitar. It cost a whole $150. 00. I was so excited when I got it home and opened the box. The smell of the wood, the ting of the strings, the velvet in the case. That was it, I fell in love and this romance has lasted for nearly forty years, through which time, I have indeed, rocked and rolled, and sang to my hearts’ content! In retrospect, I see now, that it was all a perfect unfolding, leading me right to where my heart was guiding me. I'm grateful to my mother for allowing me to explore, and discover what was and is my passion. Once I found her, she became my lover. There is nothing that feeds my soul more. Music is my direct connection to the Divine, and a source of strength and inspiration. Music allows me to traverse the universe. Music sets me free. Music is everything. Thanks mom.<br> </p>
Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4506640
2016-12-12T00:41:05-05:00
2016-12-22T01:41:44-05:00
Death and Freedom
<p>Every now and then I bring this out of the archives. The line up is stellar and I love this song. I wrote it in 1991 and never seem to get sick of it, and it's a fun song for me to play on the guitar. This video was recorded by Ed Golrick in Great Barrington, Ma., not long after my father died. I was a mess after being at his side for 6 weeks straight. This was my first performance since his passing and gosh was I mentally and emotionally drained, just plum worn out and grieving, but the music lifted me. I hope it lifts you too. Great cast of characters: Peter Kim on bass, Jon Weeks - sax, Billy Klock - drums, Alejandro Fuentealba - guitar, Pipoca - percussion, Mother Turtle - vocals, guitar.<br><br><iframe class="justify_inline" data-video-type="youtube" data-video-id="hrSQq78gavQ" data-video-thumb-url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/hrSQq78gavQ/0.jpg" type="text/html" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/hrSQq78gavQ?rel=0&wmode=transparent&enablejsapi=1" frameborder="0" height="200" width="320" allowfullscreen="true"></iframe></p>
Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4494898
2016-12-03T12:12:50-05:00
2016-12-03T12:18:54-05:00
Standing Up For Justice
<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/195143/1452bf8057a081d2b10338b839238a1120ccbb28/original/scales-of-justice.png?1480785487" class="size_l justify_center border_" />Story: standing in whole foods considering buying the chanterelles... a dark haired 40-50 yr old woman comes in, stands next to me, silent for a moment, then precedes to tell me that she was just screamed at in the parking lot by an apparently wealthy, crazy, racist woman, who attacked her Jewish heritage. She told me that no one was in the parking lot that she saw, and this woman came and opened her car door, which crossed the line for her, so she pushed back telling her to get away from her vehicle immediately. The woman kept screaming at her and went behind her car and took a photo of her license plate. As she told me this story my whole body cringed and all I could say is "I'm so sorry that happened to you." She responded with, "See? See what he (Chump) has unleashed?" I asked if I could give her a hug and right there in the produce section, we, two strangers, embraced. Truth be told, if she didn't need a hug I was going to ask for one! Her story went right through me. As we parted and she walked away, I reminded her that there are more of us then them. She agreed. Now, I am thinking about her story and wondering where her support was. WF has a huge parking lot and other stores besides it. The racist woman was yelling at the top of her lungs. It's hard to believe no one heard. If you were there, would you have stepped in? I think I am asking my white friends about this. I want to say that i never grew up describing people by the color of their skin. Never. My grandmother Mattie Poole taught me to love everybody. To be love in action. She did, and was. I am really sad that I have been using the term "white" as of late. Everything in my being knows that we are being called to move away from looking at skin tone, and toward looking deeper into one's character. But today, I find myself using this word, as i believe it is important that those who fall into this category, use there skin tone and their voices and their privilege to help set things right. Would you have stood up for this lovely middle aged woman? Will you stand up for me? I'm envisioning the planet wide awake and coming together to stand for each other. We are the more!</p>
Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4480131
2016-11-22T20:20:36-05:00
2016-11-22T20:20:36-05:00
Intending
<p>With all that is going on right now, in this country and abroad, it is more important than ever to focus upon our victory and less upon our challenges. We are a powerful people, and we are being called to stand up for what is just and in the best interest of all life. Too much focus on the problem keeps it active. Keep looking at and for the solutions. Take action where you can, and at the very least meditate/pray/focus your energy on our well being. It's pretty simple really. Ask yourself what makes you feel better, fear or hopefulness? To be hopeful is not to be blind to our present day circumstances. To be hopeful, is to create our future! I've said it before, the power of the mind must never be overlooked. When we create strong intentions and hold them steady, we attract exactly what we intend. So today I ask that you use your energy in mindful ways. Quiet the fear and imagine planetary well being. We're going to go through whatever is here for us, but we are not going to stay here, in this place. Life is evolving, the question is, what do we want to evolve into? Now hold that vision strong! Mother Turtle out. </p>
Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4466266
2016-11-14T16:14:02-05:00
2018-03-06T01:00:56-05:00
Choking!
<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/195143/eaf1686b9e7ac2445a3d8c0a50ad95878e76d19a/original/choking.gif?1479157986" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br><br>Has anyone ever swallowed something sharp, like a fish bone or a piece of shell? I have swallowed many fish bones growing up with a father who loved fishing, and who I joined on many many occasions. It was kind of our father-daughter activity. It's one of my favorite memories with Dad. Anyhow, getting one of those sharp bones stuck in your throat can be scary, but nothing like what I experienced yesterday at a local restaurant. I was eating some pretty dang yummy scallops and I am guessing there was a shell that I didn't see in the dark lighting. When I swallowed I knew I was in trouble, as it felt like a knife going across my throat and I knew I couldn't swallow without lodging it in further and creating a very bad situation for myself. So, I remembered my aunt choking on a fish bone, during a holiday gathering. She came frantically into the kitchen where I was, and she was looking around with incredible urgency. She saw a loaf of bread and tore it open with fervor! Pieces flew onto the counter and floor. She grabbed some and swallowed a mouthful. I could see the relief in her face and, eventually she told me she was choking. I didn't realize it because she was so intentional and focused. I think this memory may have saved me from a most unfortunate experience. Barely able to speak, I calmly asked Eleanor for the bread and ate a large piece. It forced the sharp edge out of my throat and I felt it scraping it's way down through my esophagus. It was painful and quite scary. I'm o.k. today, but my throat was raw for many hrs. I'm grateful that I did not panic and that I ordered that second round of bread!!! I'm sure a medical professional would not suggest our putting anything else in our mouths when we are choking, and honestly I probably would not have if i had not had that experience with my aunt. In this case, it helped. Be careful out there. And no matter what, stay calm! Mother Turtle</p>
Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4444193
2016-10-30T12:12:14-04:00
2017-01-13T19:29:22-05:00
Supper & Songs Update
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="font_regular">Hey everybody, I have posted a <a contents="video update" data-link-label="Video Series" data-link-type="page" href="/video-series">video update</a> about where I am at with the series Supper & Songs. It's basically a classic case of "taking on more than i could handle," but the series will continue! Yes, I will continue to bring you a show that hopefully is in some way inspiring to you. That's my mission anyway. But first, I am re-evaluating what the series is, and I hope to bring you a new episode soon. My apologies, for dropping the ball, and, the fun thing is, that I can pick it back up again and continue to create. So, stay tuned, more to come! <img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/195143/04e692130467eb5bc8fc29417e221dc29a7bd5b5/original/sandslogo-crp-f1-1.jpg?1474650982" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></span></div>
Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4381501
2016-09-20T13:53:04-04:00
2017-01-13T19:29:22-05:00
Water = Life!
<img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/195143/470833edd4465a0bbe19eb2908acf4bc6a6712a9/original/mother-rain-f-1.jpg?1474325384" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="font_regular">It was so much fun! I dug my feet in the mud and laughed and cried in gratitude, and in sadness for what is happening to our oceans and our waters. We have been in a drought here. It was a much needed downpour. It brought tears of joy to my eyes.</span></p>
Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4342779
2016-08-26T01:26:20-04:00
2018-07-27T00:55:06-04:00
With Each Shot See Your Nature
<p style="text-align: center;"><span class="font_regular">"With no set form, pull the bow. Release the arrow with no intent. Each shot reveals your character, it shows who you are, what you can do. Each shot must be sincere, use it to foster mind power, bring ki into your tanden, and polish your inner heart.” Kyudo Archery Master Awa Kenzo</span><br><br><span class="font_large"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/195143/35f3c38f336b8ca1d2e094125942e0798c7b19ac/original/img-2752.jpg?1472201557" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></span><span class="font_regular">Photo & Video: Kyle Bissell</span></p>
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<span class="font_regular">I had my first Archery lesson today. It was brilliant! I learned a lot about not only the bow and arrow, but also about myself. There are many stunning metaphors for life here. The focus and follow through alone, spoke volumes. In the end, I left feeling empowered. Yes, yes, yes. More please! Stay tuned. M</span><br> </div>
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<iframe class="justify_inline" data-video-type="youtube" data-video-id="MY6IN72A5XI" data-video-thumb-url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/MY6IN72A5XI/0.jpg" type="text/html" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/MY6IN72A5XI?rel=0&wmode=transparent&enablejsapi=1" frameborder="0" height="400" width="620" allowfullscreen="true"></iframe><br><br><span class="font_regular">If you want to have your own experience, Please consider joining us for<br>"Spiritual Archery: Aligning Your Stories with Your Desires"<br>September 11th at Earthlands<br>Info Here: <a contents="www.HealingTheStories.com" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.healingthestories.com/special-events.html" target="_blank">www.HealingTheStories.com</a></span>
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Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4333645
2016-08-19T20:03:26-04:00
2018-08-30T01:02:33-04:00
Nourishment
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<p><span class="font_regular">It's been 6 long weeks since my nephews’ beautiful spirit left this physical plane. I think about him every day. It's also been 6 long weeks since I prepared a good meal for myself. I just haven’t felt like it so, I have eaten “quick” foods. Fruit, toast, lots of popcorn, some take out but not much at all. Even that felt tiresome, being that I live on the top of a hill in the middle of nowhere. It takes at least 25 minutes to get anywhere around here. Long story short, I have not been nourished. Last week a friend made me some collards and stir fry rice (thanks Seal). When I took that first bite of collards, my body literally reacted and I found myself vocalizing its yumminess with, “Mmmm” after “Mmmm” after “Mmmm.” It was then that I realized that I hadn’t had any greens in weeks. My body rejoiced and I knew I had to start cooking again. It makes me happy to be in the kitchen, but maybe that was the problem. How could I be happy, after what happened to Matt? </span></p>
<p><span class="font_regular">It has taken me over a week, but today, finally, I prepared and am now eating, what my body thinks is the most delicious soup ever made! lol! It’s full of kale and collards, lentils, oyster AND shiitake mushrooms, onions, carrots, celery, basil, tumeric, cumin, smoked sea salt, Thai red pepper, Italian sausage, and nearly a cup of the freshest purple garlic. Oh, and since it had a spicy kick to it, I finished it with a dollop of plain yogurt and even more red pepper. This soup is off the charts good. I am satisfied and feeling nourished after eating 2 bowls of this deliciousness. Thankfully, I was smart enough to make enough to last me several days. Yay! Deep breath.</span></p>
<p><span class="font_regular">Yes, it’s been a long 6 weeks. We have had Matt and his twin sister Morgans’ birthday, as well as (my sisters’) their mothers’ birthday, and I had a birthday too. It honestly was the worst ever for me (I woke up crying and had a rough morning). Even my own mother forgot it was my day. She never has in 53 years. Mattman is gone, and there are no more birthdays here for him. I wish I had spent more time with him. Who knew his life would be so short. Time is a funny thing and a great teacher. Some say Matt is forever young. I say, Matt is free. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_regular">Be nourished everyone. <br>With Love, </span></p>
<p><span class="font_regular">Marsia</span></p>
Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4321909
2016-08-12T12:00:50-04:00
2017-01-13T19:29:21-05:00
Aligning Your Stories with Your Desires
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<span class="font_large"><span style="color:#FF0000;">This is coming up next month and I do hope you will come. Check it out:</span><br><strong>Healing the Stories We Tell Ourselves with Mother Turtle Presents:</strong></span><br><br><span class="font_xl"><strong>Aligning Your Stories With Your Desires</strong></span>
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<p><br><span class="font_regular">This is a powerful way to see what stories/limitting beliefs are negatively affecting your life. Perhaps you already know what they are and are ready to address them. What upsets you? What story are you telling yourself in order to feel that way? We have the ability to change our world, and it starts with our perception. How are you seeing the world around you? That view has everything to do with the way you are feeling in any given moment. It affects what you think, say and do. Are you being controlled by your thoughts, or are you in control of your thinking? There is a misunderstanding out there that you can't possibly control your thoughts or what you feel. But I say you can. And it's easy to do, once you get the hang of it. I only know this stuff because it is my practice as well. I have learned, that I do not have to be enslaved by my thinking which feeds my emotions. I know I no longer have to carry stories that bring me down. So I encourage you to address the stories that are of no benefit, and free yourself. Feel good. Your work and or workplace can be a source of joy for you. The people you "deal" with (family, friends, coworkers) need not get under your skin. You are in charge of your own well being. You have a say in your experience. Feel however you choose to. Be happy no matter what. It's just like anything else, it takes learning a few skills and then practicing. It's not hard and you will see results fairly quickly. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_regular">In this special "experience," you will be using archery as a tool for launching your desires. Archery has many great metaphors that apply to living a fulfilled life. Focus alone is a game changer. You will learn new ways of approaching your targets and your life. This promises to be quite unique and helpful to you. It's time to align yourself with what you are longing for. You are a creator. Create. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_regular">If you are interested in this incredible journey we have designed for you, please check out the website and register (registration required). Early Bird Discount ends tomorrow. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_regular">I do hope you will come!</span></p>
<br><br><span class="font_regular"> <a contents="www.healingthestories.com" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.healingthestories.com/special-events.html" target="_blank"><strong>www.healingthestories.com</strong></a></span>
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Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4281370
2016-07-16T01:31:06-04:00
2017-01-13T19:29:21-05:00
MattMan and a Better World
<img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/195143/790825058d9976bc632b5af5335bef1f8fb4b668/original/mattandbetter-world.jpeg?1468646974" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><p><span class="font_regular">My nephew Matthew was brutally beaten, and killed. We're all so sad, yet are lifted by memories and funny anecdotes, like what my oldest nephew reflected to us at Matts' memorial service. He talked about how every time he looked at one of the 2 large images of Matt, he could hear him saying, "What are you all so sad about?" Really, Mattman is not gone. He’s still here, just not physically. He lived joyfully. He was loved by many and that showed in the incredible turn out for his memorial service. Some say 300, 400, 500. I lean more toward the 5-600, as the church’s capacity was 700, with every pew comfortably full. Matthew was a great kid, and had recently fallen in love for the first time. He had a new job that he loved as well, and was working toward his big dreams of being a music producer. This is why we cry. For this beautiful life, that was so abruptly extinguished. I know that he is still here with us, as are all of the ancestors. They want us to get together and end the hatred and violence that has killed so many. Enough. What’s it going to take to stop this madness? </span></p>
<p><span class="font_regular">It is possible to live happy and meaningful lives. We must hold ourselves accountable. No problem, nor solution, exists outside of ourselves. We must look within, into the darkness that we carry, and not be afraid to confront it, shine a light on it, befriend it, and heal what needs healing so that we can co-create that peaceful world we all hope for. Peace is not a spectator sport! Let's do the work of healing our stories, then come together as one, in solidarity for a better world. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_regular">Matthew Tyler Murrell <br>July 27, 1990 - July 5, 2016 </span></p>
<p><span class="font_regular">Yes, I mourn my nephews death, it was a heinous crime. I expect the days will get better, and I am most grateful for Mattmans' short 25 year life. He was so special. We miss you Matthew. May your Spirit Fly Free! Forever Love, Aunt M.</span></p>
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Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4263188
2016-07-04T20:51:57-04:00
2017-01-13T19:29:21-05:00
Short and Simple Blog
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<p style="text-align: center;">Today is a good day. I am grateful. The end.</p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/195143/be80838f81b04a34103cfc54393cf861c1d51eba/original/ctriver-1.jpg?1467680117" class="size_l justify_center border_" style="text-align: center;" /><div style="text-align: center;">Connecticut River/Pioneer Valley - View from Mt. Sugarloaf, S. Deerfield, Massachusetts</div>
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Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4238108
2016-06-19T18:44:09-04:00
2017-01-13T19:29:21-05:00
Mother Turtle Audio Blog - Unifier 2016
<div style="text-align: center;"> </div><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/195143/d23ed35f2e3bba573d42b457e566adbe39c14d1d/original/unifier-group2-2016-1.jpg?1466375377" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><div style="text-align: center;"><p>Healing The Stories We Tell Ourselves with Mother Turtle at Unifier Festival 2016</p></div>
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Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4203380
2016-05-30T12:53:16-04:00
2017-01-16T12:42:53-05:00
Behind The Song "Picture"
<p><a data-link-label="Other Mother" data-link-type="page" href="/other-mother" target="_blank"><img src="//motherturtleblog.files.wordpress.com/2014/09/aye_21.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="aye_2" height="200" width="200" /></a> </p>
<p>Written by Marsia Shuron Harris <br>Performed by Aye <br>Produced by David Tortolano and Aye <br>Recorded by David Tortolano/Cosmo Recording</p>
<p>This song is one of my personal favorites. I wrote it on a rainy day in a loft overlooking the Boston Commons circa 1991. I always enjoy playing this song and can still feel the rain misting on my face, as I remember laying in bed, directly beneath an open skylight during a Fall rainstorm. The pitta patter of the rain is in the rhythm. It all felt so buoyantly surreal and completely bizarre. My muse was wildly amused and danced her dance with me for 48hrs or so. She took me on an incredible journey that was such an unusual though great, adventure. The song was recorded in 2000 by David Tortolano and performed by the duo <a contents="AYE " data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.ayemusic.com" target="_blank">AYE </a>(Mother Turtle and <a contents="Adrienne Z." data-link-label="Production Team" data-link-type="page" href="/production-team" target="_blank">Adrienne Z.</a> ). Laura Wood does a great job on percussion, and the child's voice at the beginning was one of those magical gifts that happened by accident... not! How odd, this thing called art can be, and, I am ever so grateful for it! Listen to <a contents='"Picture."' data-link-label="Music" data-link-type="page" href="/music" target="_blank">"Picture."</a></p>
Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4181479
2016-05-14T23:32:42-04:00
2017-01-13T19:29:21-05:00
Healing Our Stories
<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/195143/0ea36234a35f69649d2091603dab145377b11587/original/hts-thoughtspain.jpg?1463283088" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br><br><span class="font_regular">It is a most powerful act to bring our focus into awakening our consciousness. In doing this it becomes apparent that we not only are the actors in this great play called life, but we are also the authors and architects. Much of what we construct in our realities stems from the stories that we tell ourselves. What we think and feel really does matter, and plays a huge role in what we experience. Now this is wonderful news if we are focused on what we want, opposed to what we don't want. However, for those stories that cause us inner unrest and continue to hold our attention, we unconsciously feed into our own pain and suffering. Becoming conscious of the stories that we tell ourselves and how they affect us, is essential to our happiness and well being. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_regular">Today is a good day to shift an old worn out belief. It's not so much about changing the story as it is about shifting our relationship to the story and the way we are seeing. If I tell myself the story that fat girls are not attractive and I live my life believing this (which I did for many years), then what I am essentially telling myself is that I am not good enough. As a Black American woman, this message of not being enough is centuries old. Heck, as a woman period, I know this story well, as it too has been passed down for centuries by way of patriarchal rule. This and many other stories deserve our attention and healing. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_regular">How do we shift our stories, stop the tapes from running in our heads, and heal our old wounds? You may be surprised at my suggestion. It is quite simple yet most effective. We can waste a lot of time "trying." Just decide. Nothing happens until their is a decision made. With the decision comes momentum and purpose. With purpose comes direction and strength. Once we decide that we want to take back our power, we do. It's time to stop believing the lies. Stop. Correct yourself every time you hear those old moldy stories come up. Create a new script. Look from another perspective. Project your desires, not your worries. Shifting perspective gives a new view, and helps to lighten the load we have been carrying for far too long. In becoming lighter, we are better able to fly! When we shift our vision, we shift our experience. This is how I believe we can heal our deepest hurts, and embody the strength, power and beauty that we have always been. </span></p>
<p><span class="font_regular">*If you are interested in my work of "Healing The Stories We Tell Ourselves" and want to join me for an experience, please visit <a contents="HealingTheStories.com" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.healingthestories.com/page2.html" target="_blank">HealingTheStories.com</a></span></p>
Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4171551
2016-05-09T00:35:33-04:00
2018-02-21T20:24:12-05:00
Take Back Your Mind - The Bright Side
<a href="https://motherturtleblog.files.wordpress.com/2015/01/brightside.jpg"><img src="https://motherturtleblog.files.wordpress.com/2015/01/brightside.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="brightside" height="537" width="350" /></a><br>We often forget how powerful our thoughts are. This is not solely of our own doing, we are greatly affected by the ton of stimuli being fired at us every second of the day. Between the mass marketing of unhealthy foods, to the media's relentless advertising, and this new love of technology with it's plethora of devices, many people are simply overloaded and sleeping. Life is put on remote and the once inspired, now disappointed parts of ourselves, check out. To reverse these effects of a society that is detaching more and more from our natural ways of being, let's take the time to re-energize our soul and spirit. Without this regeneration, we eventually forget who we are, life becomes mundane, lacking meaning, and promoting depression, addiction, and a disassociation from present day reality. We succumb to the machine that helps us to forget. Thus losing our minds. We need silence. Silence is a gift. It is that place where we can access our true nature and inner wisdom. How tragic to live a lifetime and not hear it. There's no mistake, silence is golden. There are many treasures to be found there. It's all we need to take back our minds. Am I suggesting that everyone have a strict practice of meditation? No, and, yes. Meditation can come in many forms. Traditional, non traditional, any will do. I myself love to sit and listen to the song of the river or the cascading sea. I find the sound to be healing, and it always relieves whatever heaviness I may be carrying in my heart. This is a meditation for me. I also write, like now, I empty my thoughts onto paper, which in turn gives me clarity, even if I am writing to you. My music is another meditation. When I compose, I tap into source and I become a clear channel for the music to come through. When I engage my camera, I am in meditation, a beautiful meditation where I commune with life up close and personal. I have learned so much looking through the lens. Images that speak to me long after the picture is taken. I could live lifetimes in just one photograph! Honestly, I love the gentle feel of sitting alone in quietude. My meditation is personal, do what's right for you. Whatever it is, need only bring you calm and into your center. Making time for quiet in our lives, feeds and aligns us with what serves our highest well being. Life expands, changes, and grows. Our thoughts seem fleeting and unimportant, yet they have much to do with what we experience. We co-create the world with our every word, belief and action. Though many are unconscious of this. Life is on auto pilot, and they are powerless to forces beyond their control. It is not their fault, they are enslaved by the system. They have been brain washed into thinking that they are powerless. This is not true. We are more powerful than we realize. Why not see ourselves for the galaxy of potential that we are? Then we can choose to use this power to better our own lives, and enrich the lives of others. It is time humans, as a species, evolve. Enough of this looking at all the bad in the world. That's the media. Get out there and experience life, not have some one tell you what life is. Have a broader perspective so that it becomes easier to open to that which we don't understand or already know. We are each and every one, gifted, and capable of great things! Each life matters. Spending more time appreciating life, rather than complaining about it, attracts more of what we appreciate. We are creators. We do this by our every thought, word, and deed. May we know this at our core and remember it through the hard times, helping to make it easier to look for, and actually see, the bright side.
Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4168218
2016-05-06T01:10:16-04:00
2017-01-13T19:29:21-05:00
Great Green Goodness!
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Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4168213
2016-05-06T00:52:41-04:00
2017-01-13T19:29:21-05:00
Quick and Yummy
<p><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/195143/662ca361c5c4255aea7ebf4a4772e1627330a732/original/quicksnack.jpg?1462508744" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br><br>I'm in writing mode today. Music is flowing and I wanted a quick something to eat. I was not willing to distract myself from my musings long enough to make a meal so, tearing through the frig I discovered the bok choy. Yummy healthy goodness that it is. I was happy to save it from molecular breakdown as I had forgotten it was there. That happens a lot these days. The forgetting. Funny how memory is. Maybe we forget because honestly, after living a half century or more, simply, some things just are not as important as they may have once been. My spirit wants to focus on clearing away, letting go and really living. You know what I mean? I digress... Add these fixin's or toppings of your choice. I will add cucumbers next time and a little lemon. Try your own and share the goodness! To our health! Mother Turtle</p>
Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4068896
2016-03-02T03:14:06-05:00
2020-11-05T06:19:01-05:00
Behind The Song: Betty
<p><a contents="" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://soundcloud.com/motherturtle/betty" target="_blank"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/195143/5a82820ba1a7bcfc57c78899216dee303cde9d40/small/ayecd-smll.jpg?0" class="size_s justify_left border_" /></a>Written by Marsia Shuron Harris <br>Performed by Aye <br>Produced by David Tortolano and Aye <br>Recorded by David Tortolano/Cosmo Recording</p>
<p>My first day in Key West (late Fall 1992) – I was walking on the beach and approaching a woman who was standing in the doorway of a telephone booth (remember those?). She suddenly began to yell at me, warning me that I could not use the phone – imagine Bill Murray in “What About Bob?” lol! I assured her that I had no need for the phone. She calmed down and explained to me that she was awaiting a VERY important phone call from a producer in Hollywood. She had landed a part in a major motion picture, or so she said. I congratulated her and went on my way noticing the bags, clothes and luggage that surrounded her. The encounter was short. <br><br>Fast forward a couple years… <br>I was writing a song on our dock off a beautiful piece of paradise that we had rented. The beauty of the bay was inspirational (MM10) and much music was played and written there. Right off the dock were schools and schools of Red Snapper (yum!) and Nurse sharks too, not so yum! The drop off the bank was deep (40ft or so) It felt incredibly dark and mysterious. The home came with a “squatter,” a cat who was maybe the nastiest one I’ve ever met. He tormented my beautiful kitty. The grounds were dry and rocky with very little shade, which supported a healthy snake population! I don’t know exactly what kind they were but I saw both red and black snakes. That’s another story, back to Betty: <br><br>There on the dock I began writing a song about what I thought to be a fictional character named Betty. After several months, I finished the song. “Aye” debuted it at the Schooner Wharf Bar. At the end of the set, someone came up to me and said “Hey, that’s a great song about Betty.” The way he spoke suggested that he knew her. I asked, “You know Betty?” He replied, “Of course, she’s sitting right over there!” I looked up and was shocked to see, the 50 something year old woman that I had met 2 yrs earlier my first day on the beach! It turns out that her name was Betty and she was a poet and Ivy league graduate, homeless, and living out of her car on Key West. It turns out that the song was about her but not, but yes, it is her! Weird huh? <br><br>Feeling a little confused, I walked over to the bar where she was sitting and shared with her my surprise and that I did not intend to write the song about her. I explained that “Betty” was fictitious! She smiled and gently relieved my curious, though fearful mind, by simply saying, “It’s a good song.” Phew! There was an odd humor to it all and we both knew it, but for me, something magical happened that day on the beach. A song was conceived and in a small way, Betty’s story told. I have since sang that song a million times and to my amazement, I have met more than one “Betty” in my travels! She’s someone we all know. You’ve seen her haven’t you? Her costume makes her somewhat invisible but if you look closer, you will see her, and if you look even closer, you will find brilliance there. <br><br>Check out the song on the <a contents="Music" data-link-label="Music" data-link-type="page" href="/music">Music</a> page</p>
Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4068893
2016-03-02T03:04:37-05:00
2017-01-13T19:29:21-05:00
Sucked In!
<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/195143/4ba0929460bc8e165abd42bff016d982c5fe58c6/original/riverhydraulic.jpg?0" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br><br>A friend and I were canoeing down the Chattahoochie river, when after going down a crazy waterfall, we were sucked into a hydraulic. For those who don’t know (as neither of us knew at the time), a strong hydraulic current is one of the most dangerous things we could encounter on a river. It is powerful and difficult, if not impossible, to navigate out of without help. Getting into the water was not an option for us, it wouldn’t be for you either… the hydraulic sucks down any and everything in its wake. Attempting to “swim for it” would have ended in tragedy. We looked around to see what we could do. The boat was wedged tight between the rocks and it was not budging. There was a downed tree in the water and it’s far away branches seemed to reach out to us but we could not reach them. Fortunately, we were white water canoeing with a group of fellow high school students, and my friend and I were eventually rescued by our more experienced, though definitely worried, guide. We trusted him and listened to his every word. He did not fail us, but instead pulled us to safety. </p>
<p>Remembering this story, I am asking the question today, when sucked into life’s hydraulic’s, how does one save herself? My only answer at this time is, she doesn’t. She needs help. A hydraulic is relentless, sucking and sucking until it has you pinned and unmoving. As a metaphor, I can see how this has played out in my life. And, I have been saved time and time again. My life (boat) is blessed, and I am thankful. So, keep your eyes open out there, and beware of life’s hydraulics! They may take you down, but there is help for you. Reach out, trust, and listen.</p>
Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4181031
2015-07-08T05:55:40-04:00
2020-10-09T06:36:07-04:00
It’s Time
<p>After reading my last post, I realize how reactive I have been. Truth is, I am tired. Tired of the bigotry, the arguments, the division, the inflicted pain. I’m tired of cruelty, ignorance and closed mindedness. Tired of self righteous critics, liars and thieves. Tired of judgment, ridicule and hate. Tired of the desecration of what is sacred on this earth, and the abuse perpetuated in the name of God.<br>
Why is it so hard to<br>
L O V E?<br>
It’s time for us to hold ourselves accounta<span class="text_exposed_show">ble.<br>
It’s time to take personal responsibility for everything that we think, say and do.<br>
Finger pointed at self.<br>
Eyes in the mirror.<br>
Compassion.<br>
Bravery and understanding.<br>
Shifting and Evolving.<br>
Visioning.<br>
It’s time to put to rest what is antiquated and unjust, what is broken and unsustainable, that which no longer serves life or the living.<br>
It’s time to wake up, come together, and STOP BEING AFRAID. </span></p>
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<p>Here’s an idea: Do something different. See an Independent film, listen to independent music, check out local artisans, learn about food and natural remedies. Get off the grid. Turn off the television. Travel. Travel. Travel. Meet new people. See them. See their humanity, their spirit. Step out of the norm and open our eyes to what is beautiful in this world. Give. Give our gifts. Let our lights shine. Dance like never before! Free ourselves from the chains of oppression. Expand and grow. Bless others with our good wishes. Hold all life sacred.</p>
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<p>As I pour these words onto the page, I understand that this thing called Facebook is not always factual. Just because it’s written and has a believable graphic, doesn’t mean it’s true. Reading between the lines these days is crucial. I’ll do my best to remember that.</p>
<p>Be well everyone. Peace, love, and always, always, MUSIC. xo M</p>
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Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4181034
2015-01-05T09:24:16-05:00
2017-01-13T19:29:21-05:00
Drenched in Dill Salmon and Kooky Kale Salad
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Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4181035
2014-11-17T10:25:28-05:00
2022-05-21T12:41:18-04:00
Sycamore Trees and Ancestors
<p>I have been drawn to Sycamore trees lately. There are many here in Massachusetts, but oddly, I have not found any on this mountain where I live. Just 20 minutes away, there is a 300 year old Sycamore – so beautiful – so majestic. I am in awe of it every time I pass by, yet something in my core/gut tells me there is more I need to know. When I was driving to MD last weekend, my path was lined with Sycamores. I saw them everywhere, especially passed the Mason Dixon Line. I began to think of my ancestors and lives lived long ago. These trees had a story to tell, and even though I had no idea what, my bones knew of some experience I (my ancestors), had with them. When I returned home, I googled “Sycamore trees and Slavery” and to my astonishment, I discovered what my bones already knew. There are many stories of lynchings from Sycamore trees. Too many to read about. But I did find this one story that struck me, about a 17yr old girl who in the face of death, was fearless. I know, I know – no one wants to hear or talk about this stuff, it seems many would rather sweep it under the rug and forget it ever happened! Doing so however, erases the lives of so many beautiful people who lost so much, fought so hard, suffered, and persevered against all odds. They are America’s unknown sheroes and heroes. So today, I honor the brief life of Amy Spain. A young nanny living in South Carolina in the mid 1800’s. Here’s her story: <a title="The Hanging of Amy Spain" href="http://node801.blogspot.com/2009/05/hanging-of-amy-spain.html" target="_blank">http://node801.blogspot.com/2009/05/hanging-of-amy-spain.html</a></p>
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Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4181037
2014-09-12T17:40:09-04:00
2017-01-13T19:29:21-05:00
It’s All In The Way We See It
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<p>I have a green thumb. My father, a master gardener and Landscape contractor, taught me this love for nurturing our green allies. I am so connected to my plants that I use them to gauge my own well being. If my plants are dropping leaves, yellowed, spotty or anything other than a healthy green, then it’s a cue for me to inquire about how I am. They act as metaphor for my life. This year, I planted a small raised bed vegetable garden. Getting started late in the season and having limited space, I kept it simple and planted mostly kale, some lettuce, lots of basil and one cucumber plant. A few weeks ago, after some neglect, I went in to clean up this sweet little plot of earth and profess my love for this garden. She was very happy to see me. I felt her gratitude instantly. I told her how beautiful she was growing and that I was sorry for being away for so long and promised I would be more attentive. And, I have been. Last week I marveled at how much she was thriving! A couple days passed. I looked out the window and couldn’t believe my eyes. I went out to get a closer look and was horrified to find that the caterpillars had devoured not one but all of my Kale plants! My heart broke and for days I couldn’t even look at the garden as I blamed myself for not taking better care, and questioned the significance it might have in my life? My energy began to deflate as the stories I told myself suggested that something was wrong. It was true that I had not been taking the best care of myself, and I needed to get back on track, which I am happy to say I am more focused upon. Even though I needed to make changes, I had been feeling pretty good, alive, and hopeful. This didn’t make much sense to me. Yes I know, caterpillars are voracious eaters and that’s just the way it is, but this is “my” garden and in my garden, my plants talk to me! Maybe I was missing something? Maybe things are not that great, and I’ve been convincing myself otherwise as not to face it? No, I couldn’t even entertain that “story.” I feel good. Life is rich and I have been truly inspired as of late. There must be something else. Then today as I cleared away the last of the devoured leaves, got a slight sting from the Nettles that are now growing profusely, I realized that I just fed and supercharged the next generation of Butterflies! Yes, I prefer this story of feeding beauty and can see the significance with my work of “<a contents="Healing The Stories We Tell Ourselves" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.healingthestories.com/page2.html">Healing The Stories We Tell Ourselves</a>.” Releasing the weight of our heavy stories frees us up and allows us to fly. In this case, I feel much like the caterpillar soon to be the butterfly and I look forward to taking flight and spreading my new colorful wings.<img src="https://s1.wp.com/wp-content/mu-plugins/wpcom-smileys/simple-smile.svg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt=":-)" height="16" style="height: 1em; max-height: 1em;" width="16" /> P.S. I noticed new kale leaves are growing. </p><a href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/gocomments/motherturtleblog.wordpress.com/317/" rel="nofollow"><img src="//feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/comments/motherturtleblog.wordpress.com/317/" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" /></a> <img src="https://pixel.wp.com/b.gif?host=motherturtleblog.wordpress.com&blog=55765212&post=317&subd=motherturtleblog&ref=&feed=1" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="1" width="1" />
Mother Turtle
tag:motherturtle.com,2005:Post/4181039
2014-04-10T14:20:39-04:00
2017-01-13T19:29:21-05:00
Simple Bok Choy Salad
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<p>Lunch today. Simple, quick, easy, nutritious… yum!</p><br> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/gocomments/motherturtleblog.wordpress.com/299/"><img src="//feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/comments/motherturtleblog.wordpress.com/299/" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" /></a> <img src="https://pixel.wp.com/b.gif?host=motherturtleblog.wordpress.com&blog=55765212&post=299&subd=motherturtleblog&ref=&feed=1" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="1" width="1" />
Mother Turtle