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A Journey after the Storm, Mimosa by the Forest and the Broken Window House

  After the storm water drops, cool upon my hair, like tears from leaves, from the forest. A gentle symphony sounds… of falling drops cascading from different heights, cicada buzzing and a hidden owl, watching. The scent of rain, I will remember, like I remembered when I was a child… A fresh sweetness from the new damp, electrically charged, was exciting to me. The dark roots of trees … Read More A Journey after the Storm, Mimosa by the Forest and the Broken Window House

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My Mission and Story as an Artisan Perfumer; The Importance of Creating without Synthetic Aldehydes and Toxins

      “Ever since I was young, my appreciation for the ‘real’ things in life were very important to me. I always loved the taste of real butter on my food, heavy cream in my coffee, natural honey and sugars, ripe garden vegetables. The scent of essences and spices from garden herbs and flowers were always sensual and intriguing to me.” As a child I … Read More My Mission and Story as an Artisan Perfumer; The Importance of Creating without Synthetic Aldehydes and Toxins

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(The moments that align) ‘Lucinda Mae, Jupiter and a Pig Named Pearl in Dusty Spirit Springs’

  The moments I speak of now are carved deep within the child I once was. The breath of my soul, fearless in the path of the great mystery, I stood proud, in the place of my time; in the place of my knowing… I am Lucinda Mae. I was born and raised in Dusty Spirit Springs; an old mining town encroached upon the … Read More (The moments that align) ‘Lucinda Mae, Jupiter and a Pig Named Pearl in Dusty Spirit Springs’

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Dreams from the Wood Porch

‘Dreams From the Wood Porch’   A stirring of rust colored leaves rise ethereal with clay dust, as the girl child dances under the hazy sun of the afternoon heat. Not yet Angel gold dipped in sin and prayer, her tinkling laughter is matched by the cicada drone that beats with hypnotic fervor. He rocks back and forth ceremoniously on the old porch with … Read More Dreams from the Wood Porch

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Wild-Crafted, Distinctive, Distilled, Enchanting Artisan Scents for the Discerning Woman & Man

Elegant, Distinctive Fine Artisan Perfumes & Cologne- At Angel Blue Perfume LLC , we are honored to create distinctive, wild-crafted, distilled & enchanting natural perfumes and cologne for women and men. These luxurious plant-based scents are free of synthetic aldehydes, phthalates, fixatives and chemicals. Truly Victorian Inspired for the discerning woman & man. Here are some of my artisan,  luxurious scents that are best sellers for … Read More Wild-Crafted, Distinctive, Distilled, Enchanting Artisan Scents for the Discerning Woman & Man

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My ‘Lady of the Woods’ poetic prose, can be seen on Rutger Hauer’s website page- ‘Soap Box Poets’

http://www.rutgerhauer.org/poets/0439.php   Lady of the Woods © by Tommie Flannery Baskis Shimmering ashes and silvered cloth, drape long and smooth, Like a slow fog that whispers over the forest path, to adorn the Lady of the Woods. As the sun lays down before her, a glory of misty silk in the smoky heaven; The very breath of Angels of the Winter land. Her lullaby, … Read More My ‘Lady of the Woods’ poetic prose, can be seen on Rutger Hauer’s website page- ‘Soap Box Poets’

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Wishes for Hope, Graciousness and Faith in our Time of Living…

” To be able to hear the divine calling, for grace to flow abundantly, it is enough to love something dearly, music, the sun, or a little child.”   – Ramakrishna   The season of Christmas and the coming of the New Year has always felt like the most serene and reflective gift I could ever receive as a young girl. It was always natural … Read More Wishes for Hope, Graciousness and Faith in our Time of Living…

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The Secret Place (11:11)

The Secret Place (11:11) In the long days and moments of her dream wandering, she will discover the Secret Place. She moves at peace through angel snow and forest, as a child that knows its way. She comes with the hope of eternal sun, a rustling leaf melody and the bloom of life dancing to cicada’s electric hum. Her eyes of wandering reflect what … Read More The Secret Place (11:11)

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Fluff, is the magical ‘Stuff’ I find left behind on my ‘Abandoned House Journeys’

Tommie Flannery Baskis, photographing her abandoned houses and rural haunts on her journeys for the book ‘The Abandoned Story’