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Saturday, April 28, 2007 Cynthia's Escape has moved up at TSF (my first bout was april 16, 2007) and has entered TSM Mini Comp (first bout will be april 30, 2007). Which brings up Voting and if you enjoy my writings and my art that I share, maybe you will support my site. My One Stop Vote is where you can hit the comps and the topsites that Cynthia's Escape belongs to. I have also become a member of Coffee Grrls VE Club and The Correspondent. It is great fun supporting those wonderful members and their sites.
As a THANK YOU for supporting Cynthia's Escape, I would like to make you a personal siggy graphic. Below is an example. If you would like one, just email me (cynthiasescape@yahoo.com) your name, birthstone color and your favorite color.
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Thursday, April 26, 2007
Labels: bears, graphics, pixels
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Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Praise You in This Storm
words by Mark Hall/music by Mark Hall and Bernie Herms
I was sure by now, God, You would have reached down
and wiped our tears away,
stepped in and saved the day.
But once again, I say amen
and it's still raining
as the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain,
"I'm with you"
and as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise
the God who gives and takes away.
And I'll praise you in this storm
and I will lift my hands
for You are who You are
no matter where I am
and every tear I've cried
You hold in your hand
You never left my side
and though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm
I remember when I stumbled in the wind
You heard my cry to You
and raised me up again
my strength is almost gone how can I carry on
if I can't find You
and as the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain
"I'm with you"
and as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise
the God who gives and takes away
I lift my eyes unto the hills
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth
I lift my eyes unto the hills
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth
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Friday, April 13, 2007Yeah, Legends of Time!
Let's show what we GOT!
See this -S P I R I T- of mine?
that I am a Legends of Time
I gotta let everyone know
the magic of friendship and fun
comes with the -S P I R I T- we show!
Cynthia/HamaWillow
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Thursday, April 12, 2007As I slept with eyes closed tight
a visitor came into my night.
With whispers of spirit to the winds
lifting me up and to sleep again...
to dream the dream of a fighter might
but with gentle sleep thru the night.
A practice of flutter with wings to soar
and raise my spirit with words galore.
I listened carefully to each her word
a sleepy eye fell but all was heard...
that to this night spirit will flow
to each fighter and they will show
a spirited side, their child inside
and not be 'fraid to SHOUT!
For it is the simplest of things
to give a cheer and let your spirit out!
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Wednesday, April 11, 2007It begins with a little tipity tap
and it continues with a ripity rap
and I can not conceal it, not even my hat
...it flies right off my head
I jump and try to catch it
My wings they carry me far
and when I land down yonder
I wonder where I are
My hat, then it finds me
settles back upon my head
and then the Spirit, it drives me
on the pedal, like a foot of lead
There need not be a reason,
not a rhythm, nor a rhyme
I do this just for fun
and sometimes lose track of time
For it is The Site Fights calling
that beacons me to be
a Spirit with magic dust, and
sometimes, that dust falls on me
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Tuesday, April 10, 2007From a land of long ago...
a gentle wind this way blows
With feet uncovered bare
and sparks of laughter
in her hair...
Only there a moment then
she is off, and gone again
What she leaves will linger on
because -SPIRIT- is never gone
Delos, pronounced with a long e like 'Dee los', is an island of southeast Greece in the southern Aegean Sea. It is the smallest of the Cyclades Islands and was traditionally considered sacred to Apollo.
According to Greek mythology, Delos was the birthplace of Artemis and Apollo. Their mother, Leto, was banished from the earth by the jealous Hera, wife of Zeus, but Poseidon took pity on her and provided Delos as a place for her to rest and give birth.
A dirt path leads east to the base of Mt. Kynthos, where there are remains from many Middle Eastern shrines, including the Sanctuary of the Syrian Gods, built in 100 BC. A flight of steps goes up 368 feet to the summit of Mt. Kynthos (after which all Cynthias are named), on whose slope Apollo was born.
The girl's name Cynthia is pronounced SIN-thee-ah. It is of Greek origin, and its meaning is "from Mount Kynthos." Mythology: Kynthia was one of the names of Artemis, the goddess of the moon, referring to her birthplace on Mount Kynthos.
So there you have it, how this Cynthia was able to find her -S P I R I T- and name this persona. The spirit has a way of consoling and nurturing the body. It is on the highest mountain that our hearts most desire to be and it is our spirit that makes sure we get there. My suggestion to anyone is to find your spirit and let it take you to the top of your mountain.
Rustling winds, yearns the most
to see Spirit find them all
She roams thru air, not a ghost
and she does not stand too tall
My name is Spirit WindDelos
and I'm here to have a ball.
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