YogiGaruda8

12/24/2025

Celebrating becoming an Ordained Minister with The Church of Gnome
Church of Gnome

12/21/2025

Happy Winter Solstice 2025
I began mine with yoga and cake decorating, please notice the imperfections and let it remind us to accept all parts of ourselves and to acknowledge all of our divine beauty.
Namaste
May you blessed with the seeds necessary for you to blessed in 2026.
💙🧘🏽‍♀️🙏🏽

12/14/2025

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12/14/2025

Listen

12/12/2025

just had the most magical birding moment of my life

12/10/2025

"Everyone is a golden link in the chain of my good, for we all are God in manifestation, awaiting the opportunity given by us, to serve the divine plan of our life."
Florence Scovel Shinn

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12/10/2025

"Everyone is a golden link in the chain of my good, for we all are God in manifestation, awaiting the opportunity given by us, to serve the divine plan of our life."
Florence Scovel Shinn

11/26/2025

Jesus Christ knew the truth of this when he said:
"If two of you shall agree on earth as touching anything that they shall ask, it shall be done for them of my Father which is in heaven."
~Florence Scovel Shinn

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11/25/2025

I will be singing this a lot next week, love this origin story. 🧘🏽‍♀️🙏🏽💙📚🎶Rock a Bye Baby👼

The Real Story Behind “Rock-a-Bye Baby”
Many years ago, Effie Crockett, the older sister of Davy Crockett, visited the Muskogee Tribe to help some mothers. When she arrived at their camp, she was surprised and even laughed a little.
She saw something unusual — the tribe’s babies were not lying in cradles on the ground. Instead, they were gently tied and hung in small cradles from the branches of birch trees. Effie thought it was strange at first. But as she stayed longer, she began to understand.
The babies were high above the ground, safe from bugs, hot sun, and wild animals. As the wind blew, the trees rocked them gently — just like a mother’s arms. Each baby lay peacefully, watching birds, butterflies, and the dancing leaves. The fresh air touched their skin, and they smiled at the world around them.
Effie was deeply touched. One day, she saw a Muskogee mother looking at her child hanging in the cradle. The mother softly sang a song in her native language. As she sang, a tear fell from her eye.
Here is what the song meant:
> Rock-a-bye baby on the tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock,
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby, cradle and all.
Effie wrote down the song and shared it with others. It became the lullaby we all know today — “Rock-a-Bye Baby.”
But most people never knew the deep meaning behind the song.
The Muskogee mother cried because she knew what the song truly meant. The “branch” holding her baby would one day break. Not from danger — but because her child would grow. He would outgrow the cradle, fall to the ground, and become strong enough to stand. One day, her baby would no longer need her protection. He would become a man.
The cradle falling was not the end. It was the beginning of his life’s journey.
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A Message to All
This lullaby was born from Native American love and wisdom. It reminds us that every moment is precious, that letting go is part of love, and that nature teaches us the gentlest lessons.
Honor the roots of this song. Honor the Native voices that carried its meaning in their hearts.

11/18/2025

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Time for a read aloud. 🧘🏽‍♀️🙏🏽💙📚