“Our spirits are like a body of water, when they are still they best reflect the heavens.”
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
“Watson, … if I can get a mechanism which will make a current of electricity vary in its intensity, as the air varies in density when a sound is passing through it, I can telegraph any sound, even the sound speech.”
~Alexander Graham Bell~
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
My heart descended into
A fourth dimension in time
Bursting into a thousand pieces
A supernova leaving only remnant
To be swept up by a dark matter
My core ceased to exist
Gravity collapsing inward
Under the force of my own will
Denying illumination embracing a
nebulous atmosphere of space and time
Where your heart was no longer
mine
Leaving
Behind
A
black
hole…
Infinity…
Absent
Of
All
Rhyme
…
By Donna Brown Bowles (C)
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[by Donna Bowles (C)2014]
All religions, arts and sciences are branches of the same tree. All these aspirations are directed toward ennobling man’s life, lifting it from the sphere of mere physical existence and leading the individual towards freedom.
* Albert Einstein*
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
As I open the door that I had closed long ago
Regret remorse and bitter sadness burn like acid deep into my soul
War raged for many years
I fainted for lack of hope
I was conquered by the darkness
A Prisoner of whom I did not know
My fight was fought in vain
Awakened by a moment of clarity
While lying in the rain
Only to find a space in time
That was no longer mine
Consumed in fear for knowledge
Of what I had become
Truth grabbed my heart with both fists tightening as I cried
What had happened to everything I knew
My light and truth had died
A blinding pain rebuked vision from my eyes
My spirit screamed at the sight of me
Demanding an answer as to why
I knew at that moment that light had left my side
As I mourned and loathed my very existence
Knowing I could no longer hide
A heart of stone softened by the tears that I cried
A warm breeze a caressing of hope
persuading me to forgive
And love myself again or maybe
For the first time…
By Dawna Bowles(C)9/2014
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
Find a place inside where there’s joy, and the joy will burn out the pain.
Joseph Campbell
When you wake up every day, you have two choices. You can either be positive or negative; an optimist or a pessimist. I choose to be an optimist. It’s all a matter of perspective.
Harvey Mackay
Live free…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
Profiling isn’t a good idea
Do you know why
It could change the way humans identify
I am not St. George’s horse
As referenced in the book
“Folklore of the Dragonfly.”
I never even knew him
They would have you believe
I am a devil horse that flies
Oh my…
The romanian word for devil is “drac” but “drac” also means dragon in romanian
Because of all this mixed up stuff my name translated as Dragonfly
Confusing right? Just another way to stereotype
Now I cannot tell you how many times this made me cry
Blue Dasher a preferred name of I
But I had no say in scientific decide
My kingdom is in Animalia
I have class of Insecta
My family is Libellulidae
I could go on
but why
The simple truth is this
My mother loves me
She named me Blueray
I am known as the blue dasher
I help with insect control
Especially mosquitoes as some of you already know
Now that you know the truth maybe next time before you stereotype
You’ll think twice…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
I used to scream so loud in the dead of night but no one could hear me
I would never turn out the light in hopes that someone would find me
Memory of a winter’s night my heart was so cold it had turned to ice
In summer it thawed but it had been hardened so long it turned to stone
I would tell you my heart was so sad and that it hurt so bad but that would not be true
My heart was silent for my spirit had died
And the only thing I know is
Stones can’t lie

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[by Donna Brown Bowles (C)2014]
Sometimes I hide from what I know to be true for it frightens me
My journey insists I cross a bridge that I rather not cross
Like a child’s uncertainty walking by the light of the moon
So my thoughts intrude in my clouded mind persuading me to higher ground
I must cross or I will surely die
A bitter death of a spiritual kind
Intuitively I am painfully aware that I mustn’t haste
A day dream becomes my reality
demanding I move from my comfort zone
I am afraid…
What is on the other side…
Can you tell me
Or maybe I could continue
To hide…
…
…
…
No
I
Want
To
Be
Alive
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
My daughter Candice is so thoughtful. She is always buying, or makeing me unique gifts that are usually a treasure of nostalgia.
She gave me this necklace last year while I was in Portland Oregon. It appears to be one made in the 70’s.
She gave it to me for no apparent reason other than, she thought I would love it, and of course like everything she gives me or makes me it’s sincere and precious to me.
I miss Portland and I miss my children. I have two daughters and four grandchildren that reside there, and I’m certainly overdue for a visit.
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
The book, “Return to Love,” by Marianne Williamson, has profoundly influenced my life. It’s changed my entire perspective on religion vs.spirituality.
If anyone is struggling with religion this book will help improve their tolerance and love, for not only themselves, which is first foremost of importance, but their view of the entire world.
The importance for taking responsibility to enhance our own spiritually is the key to living a fulfilling life. We can retire from blaming religion for our lack of unwillingness to learn how we can, “return to love.”
Dawna Bowles
Here are a few excerpts from the book,
1.) Love in your mind produces love in your life. This is the meaning of Heaven. Fear in your mind produces fear in your life. This is the meaning of hell.
2.) “…a miracle is a reasonable thing to ask for.”
3.) “Do what you love.
Do what makes your heart sing.
And NEVER do it for the money,
Go to work to spread joy.”
5.) “When infants aren’t held, they can become sick, even die. It’s universally accepted that children need love, but at what age are people supposed to stop needing it? We never do. We need love in order to live happily, as much as we need oxygen in order to live at all.”
Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of “A Course in Miracles”

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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
http://kmihran.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/mihran-kalaydjian-playing-without-words/
Lovely just lovely!
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
While you were sleeping
I saw you in my dream
Your eyes were closed
Your heart had been eaten
I was awakened by
The echoes of your scream
I was there remember?
Lies cannot escape light
Anymore than truth can
Escape the darkness of
Them that condemn
The laws of the Universe demand!
Darkness roamed the earth
For seven thousand years
While sewage over flowed
With the reaper’s empty tears
wasted years…
Drifted
Off
the
Clouds
In
My
Dreams
And
Fell
Into
An
Empty
Black
Space
Of
Time
Where
Black
Holes
Are
Unforgiving
But
Wait…
It
Was
Only
A
Dream
Or
Maybe
A
Nightmare
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
LET IT GO!. This is extraordinary!!!
I feel the sky tumbling down…
By Carole King
I feel the earth move under my feet
I feel the sky tumblin’ down
I feel my heart start to tremblin’
Whenever you’re around
Ooh, baby, when I see your face
Mellow as the month of May
Oh, darlin’, I can’t stand it
When you look at me that way
I feel the earth move under my feet
I feel the sky tumblin’ down
I feel my heart start to tremblin’
Whenever you’re around
Ooh darlin’, when you’re near me
And you tenderly call my name
I know that my emotions
Are something I just can’t tame
I’ve just got to have you, baby
I feel the earth move under my feet
I feel the sky tumblin’ down, a tumblin’ down
I feel the earth move under my feet
I feel the sky tumblin’ down, a tumblin’ down
I just a lose control
Down to my very soul
I get a hot and cold
All over, all over, all over, all over
I feel the earth move under my feet
I feel the sky tumblin’ down, a tumblin’ down
I feel the earth move under my feet
I feel the sky tumblin’ down, a tumblin’ down
A tumblin’ down, a tumblin’ down, a tumblin’ down
Tumblin’ down
(Carole King)
I’m just feeling a little nostalgic tonight.
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
Smile in spite of yourself, even if it hurts.
Today I was feeling sorry for myself because I couldn’t find any new prospects to photograph.
I went to Old Navy, and on my way out the door, I looked up and saw these mannequins smiling. My first thought was, “how funny.” I then said if they can smile being stuck up there, then I’m sure I could smile and get unstuck from down here.
It worked. ~°•○☆”smiles”☆○•°~
I had to smile in spite of myself.
I snapped a few shots then left the store with a sincerity of heart, and a fresh perspective on life.
(Dawnasong)
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
The Introduction to my new book… Thoughts?.
Extraordinary!