Thursday, March 31, 2011

Water messenger, Dr. Masaru Emoto

Dr. Emoto's Request for Assisting Japan:
Below is a special message from renowned Japanese Scientist Dr. Masaru Emoto who brought attention to the power of thought/prayer on water crystals. He has a special request for assistance tomorrow noon...

"To All People Around the World,

Please send your prayers of love and gratitude to water at the nuclear plants in Fukushima, Japan.
By the massive earthquakes of Magnitude 9 and surreal massive tsunamis, more than 10,000 people are still missing…even now… It has been 16 days already since the disaster happened. What makes it worse is that water at the reactors of Fukushima Nuclear Plants started to leak, and it’s contaminating the ocean, air and water molecules of the surrounding areas. 
Human wisdom has not been able to do much to solve the problem, but we are only trying to cool down the anger of radioactive materials in the reactors by discharging water to them.
Is there really nothing else to do?
I think there is. During over twenty year research of hado measuring and water crystal photographic technology, I have been witnessing that water can turn positive when it receives pure vibration of human prayer no matter how far away it is.

The energy formula of Albert Einstein, E=MC2 really means that Energy = number of people and the square of people’s consciousness. 

Now is the time to understand the true meaning. Let us all join the prayer ceremony as fellow citizens of the planet earth.  I would like to ask all people, not just in Japan, but all around the world to please help us to find a way out the crisis of this planet. 

The prayer procedure is as follows...

Name of ceremony:
“Let’s send our thoughts of love and gratitude to all water in the nuclear plants in Fukushima”

Day and Time:
March 31st, 2011 (Thursday)
12:00 noon in each time zone

Please say the following phrase:

“The water of Fukushima Nuclear Plant, we are sorry to make you suffer.  Please forgive us.  We thank you, and we love you.”  Please say it aloud or in your mind. 

Repeat it three times as you put your hands together in 

a prayer position. Please offer your sincere prayer.

Thank you very much from my heart."

Masaru Emoto
Messenger of Water

                                                                  Take a small boat 
                                                                  down the river, fish 
                                                                  in the rain, cherish
                                                                  the green moss, love 
                                                                  the waters that offer us 
                                                                  their purity; love
                                                                  the waters. 


Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Book Matters - MANY AS ONE

For a number of reasons, I've decided to keep this blog for my personal musings and to create a dedicated blog for MANY AS ONE - Artwork for Christchurch - - -

Please click on this logo to visit the new site - thanks.

Monday, March 28, 2011


I was a few steps behind myself for most of last week - and late with the latest MANY AS ONE announcement. . .  apologies. Four names were drawn  as usual, so we have two happy pairings. 

Rob West's collograph Forest will be going to a Dunedin family and Kari Morseth's Silkworm Ring was drawn by an Otago peninsula artist. Congrats and thanks to all. 

I've reformatted the MANY AS ONE page - hopefully it will hold its shape/behave better this time.  New works are being regularly listed, the most recent being a pair of books by Dunedin writer Maxine Alterio and a compelling black and white photograph titled Muses by Timothy Cahill. I will post more on Muses tomorrow. 


Oh - whoop, pang - this evening Tomas flies to Northern climes to embark on Life's next big adventure. He will make his way from Heathrow to London tomorrow, then catch a train to Kent where my parents will be at the station to welcome him. Meantime, those of us seeing him off at Dunedin's endearingly rural International airport (you can catch the whiff of fertile earth from 30 000 ft, have your breath taken away by the snow-capped Southern Alps, our brooding harbour and volcanic peninsula; wave at cows, sheep and tractors as you fly in or out?). . . those of us seeing Tomas off will have our hearts in silk hammocks.  

At times like these, we must become what my writer friend Emma Neale refers to as Iron Marshmallows. 

That's all for now. . . I'm off to light a grove of candles and cook up nutty, cinnamon-y oats for my daughter and I for breakfast.  Love, IM xo 

Saturday, March 26, 2011

When the moment opens, answer

This coming Monday night, Tomas - my youngest - will be boarding a plane to the UK. His anticipation is palpable. For him, this flight is a movement towards, rather than away. A double Sagittarian, he was born to travel, ponder, seek, research, teach, touch, learn. . . He's living his passion, preparing to enroll for post-grad. study in Philosophy and Finance (esp. the Philosophy of Finance) at Cambridge University. Seeing him onto the plane will be one of those 'thrill/pang' moments with which we are all so familiar. . .  a fierce embrace/deep release moment in which the heart will be called to open wider. Further. More. 

It's the middle of the night here. I'd ordinarily be sleeping at this hour, but a storm woke me (rain first tickling then thrumming on my studio's corrugated iron roof), so I've been rustling through old iPhoto albums and emails in search of I'm not sure what, but very likely because I needed to come upon this again 

". . . May your hands weather with grace. May your fingers smell good. May chill on your arms keep you alive to your skin as much as warmth might do. May you grieve when you need to and know your own lacks, with matter-of-fact awareness, like you know the landscape of leaving where you sleep to begin the day. Leave the sleep. Begin the day. Offer things. Work. Build. Step toward others. Take a lean and a fall as a chance to spin on the floor on your back. Gather your courage. Make beautiful meals. Know your gifts and delight in them with specific, attentive vigor. Shovel. Pedal. Cruise. Oh, my darlings and others, listen as if you mean it, as if it matters, as if that act, in itself, were consuming and a kind of completion. When the moment opens, answer. The toilet might be running again in the other room. Get up, shake the handle and keep going. If the water goes quiet, there will still be ticking. We are our ordinary lives, and they have such depths and textures. We brush against the nap in relationship, or we're pressed to the plush, or something is jabbing, the plastic stem of an old tag, a broken zipper, but we dress in the fabrics of the lives near ours, however we bring them near. Such clothes. Such colors. . . "

Susan Stinson (visit Susan's website here and her blog here.)

(     (    (   (   (   (  (  ( ( ( ( O )  )  )  )  ) ) ) ) ) ) )) O ((((( O ))))) O (( ( ( ( ( ( ( (  (  (  ( O ) ) ) )  )   )   )   )    )    ) 

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Tuesday Poem - Wondering










CB - December 1999

I'm not entirely sure where this 'thought thread' came from nor what it's about - any ideas welcome. . . !

For more Tuesday Poems, please click on the quill. 


In Sunday's draw, Angela Burn's oil sketch Remnants - boat form, Moeraki was paired with a Dunedin writer/reader - many thanks to you both (I'll be sending you an e- later today. . . ; ). 

The next draw will be tomorrow - Wednesday 23 March 2011

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Carefully wash

Outside, the full moon.

Inside, my daughter, The Little Prince, lamplight and me.

"'It's a question of discipline,' the little prince informed me later on. 'When you finish washing and dressing each morning, you must carefully wash and dress your planet. . . '" 

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry - The Little Prince  

And do read this beautiful piece - Moonlight, Dog, Bell - by Mark Doty.  

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Wed nes day

(It still is in the Northern Hemisphere. . .) 

Like so many of you, I have felt stunned into silence - wordlessness - lately. I've not been able to find words - 'right' words, 'relevant' words, 'resonant' words. Thankfully, one of the gifts of living in community is that sooner or later, some amongst find a way to articulate in writing what the rest of us are feeling but cannot yet speak. Antares Cryptos & Angella - thank you. And last night, Penelope - whose blog The Intertidal Zone will be known to many of you - found her voice (and, by proxy, ours?) and penned Dawn breaks - - - 

"Venus hangs fat and gold. The old ring-barked sycamore gleams white under a pale blue sky. Leaves fidget in the first breeze. I sit on a cushion and light a candle in the window where a fine-limbed spider makes delicate purchase, trying to climb the glass. The garden, the spider and the star are reassuring, each in its own way, steadfastly doing what its species does: living and dying, web-making, burning bright.

Reassuring because I feel increasingly uncertain what’s required of me on a planet that’s quivering with its own potency and undermining centuries-old assumptions about our place upon it. . ." 

To continue reading Penelope's thoughtful reflection, click here.


Last night, two sets of names & artworks were drawn in our MANY AS ONE Christchurch appeal - All Directions Lead Home by Kate Alterio will soon be on its way to a writer/ reader in South Portland, Main and my small ink drawing Many Islands has been matched to a reader in La Jolla, San Diego.  Warmest thanks, all. 


Tuesday, March 15, 2011


A new artwork has been donated to the MANY AS ONE stockroom - this sterling silver Snowflake Pendant 'All Directions Lead Home' by Wellington jeweler, Kate Alterio. This piece is from Kate's 2009 series titled 'The snow falls, each flake in its appropriate place.'

All Directions Lead Home - KATE ALTERIO (NZ)
Snowflake pendant 2009
Sterling silver & enamel paint

Tomorrow is Wednesday which means there'll be a draw & accompanying announcement before the day is up. I'm going to need your help to keep the momentum going; artworks are continuing to come in from near and far, so please keep word about this small fund-raising effort circulating? Together we have raised $1355.00 so far. . . 

Thank you for your beautiful snowflake pendant, beautiful Kate.   

Tuesday Poem - Vicarage Kids by Ruth Arnison


The vicarage lolled on the other side of our
hedge. We slashed a go between hole
inventing our own church union.

We reckoned if living in the vicarage made
their dad the vicar, then our dad must be
the man

Their dad had a moonish face and always
looked puzzled. He would peer at us
over the top of his glasses,

as though he couldn't quite remember where
we came from. And we saw him 
every day!

He had a gold tooth tucked down the side
of his grin. Our dad said the bank was
the best place for gold. 

On rainy days we’d weave flax mats in the
wash house. When their mum got sick of
the mess she’d shoo us off

to the TV room. We’d sink into the darkness
of the tatty leather sofa absorbing Lassie,
Gentle Ben, poachers, and

deathtraps – a world away from Riverton. And
then after scattering thanks we’d head
back through the hedge

to mum’s warmth in the coal ranged kitchen,
baby in the playpen and bible readings
after tea.

Ruth Arnison

Ruth sent the following to me in an email - a delightful accompaniment to her poem - "I spent the first two years of my life in Oamaru before we moved to Riverton for seven years - an idyllic place to live in the 60s. If we weren't at the vicarage we were darting out the back gate through the neighbours, and along the road to play with our best friends, the Catholics. We were envious of the Catholic kids - they had nuns at their school and their church had candles and lots of 'flash stuff'. It made our Dad's church seem rather boring. Now and then we'd go and help Rosie, our friends' mum, clean the Catholic church. Rosie lent us scarves to cover our heads - we thought she was trying to hide the Presbyterian kids from her God!

My poems have been published in ezines, anthologies and magazines throughout NZ, Aus, the UK and USA. I love reading, listening to and playing with words. Working at a local secondary school in the Student Office I frequently get to hear new words but once translated I realise their suitability for inclusion in my poems is questionable!"

Ruth coordinates the very successful Poems in the waiting Room scheme. This excerpt from a recent New Zealand Poetry Society newsletter explains. . . "Ruth Arnison of Otago has successfully established a local 'Poems in the Waiting Room' scheme, under licence and start-up grant from 'Poems in the Waiting Room', UK. The initial summer print run in November/December 2008 was 500 cards; there were 1000 for autumn and she's looking at 2000 cards for the winter edition. The poetry cards combine classic poems, including many from UK PitWR earlier editions, with new work by New Zealand poets. They have been welcomed by Dunedin medical practitioners and rest homes, and supplies have quickly run out in a number of surgeries. . ." 

To read more about this excellent poetry initiative, visit the Poems in the Waiting Room blog and here is an article about Ruth and her PitWR work in the Otago Daily Times.

For more Tuesday Poems, please click on the quill. 
Helen Heath is this week's TP editor; she has chosen A Week of it by Dinah Hawkin

Sunday, March 13, 2011


Today is Sunday which means it's time for this week's MANY AS ONE draw. Stephen Inggs's Clock was drawn from the 'hat'* (pictured below). I will be sending an e- to one lucky person before the day is up. Meantime, let me say that Stephen will be mailing this Clock from his studio in Cape Town, South Africa to a writer in N. East Pennsylvania - happy! Congratulations and many thanks to all artists and donators. 

A new piece has been added to the stockroom catalogue - an embroidered fossil, a tessarolax, created by Meliors Simms and hand-stitched onto a piece of vintage blanket beside a 'distressed' Kaiapoi Mill label. 

Fossil - tessaloraxMELIORS SIMMS (NZ)
Hand-stitched embroidery on vintage Kaiapoi Mill blanket
framed size
240 x 212 x 43 MM (box frame)

Meliors writes, 'Right from the time of the September earthquake it has been my intention to donate this piece, somehow, to Christchurch earthquake recovery because of the obvious Kaiapoi connection. There are a couple of blog posts about the making and exhibiting of this piece that you can read about here -' 

Click on these links to visit Meliors' Facebook and Etsy pages and discover more of her work; everything she creates carries an ethos of mindfulness and communicates the importance of fostering right relationship with our natural world and everything in it. . . Meliors and her collaborative partner, Bethwyn have also been working on an 'altered book' in response to the Christchurch earthquake and have generously offered to donate this work to our MANY AS ONE initiative once they have completed it. . . Many thanks, Meliors & Bethwyn.    

The next draw will be on Wednesday 16 March 2011. 

* MANY AS ONE 'Hat'.

With mind and heart turned to the people of Christchurch, Japan, Bahrain, Libya, North Africa and our own immediate challenges. . . I was reminded today of John Donne's 17th Meditation -

"No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were. Any man's death diminishes me because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee. . . "

May we find ways to keep ourselves and each other fortified so that we can in turn send love, hope and light to our grieving world XO


PS. I regret I've been absent from Comments' threads lately - yours and mine both - sorry; I hope to be back & catching up with you soon. I am still reading, though - oh, yes. . . xx