FOND ADIEU TO THE ENCHANTED FOREST

Entry by Mother Earth
August 12, 2009

It was nearing the end of summer in the enchanted forest and Mother Earth
was smugly satisfied that all of her creatures had successfully multiplied and prospered through the season. She was well rested as no unseemly calamity had diverted her mission of bestowing her laughter, goodness and beauty throughout the rich forested lands surrounding her.

The Underground Wizard had taken the opportunity of summer’s balmy breezes to intently study the Creator’s good book seeking to hone his own skills in service to others rather than to himself. Mother Earth surely saw the need for such new enlightenment considering the wizard’s recent grumpy countenance in her presence in spite of his expanding knowledge.

As the mid-summer sun began its descent behind the mountain peaks, a palate of pink and golden hues marked the coming of fall and the return of the forests life giving rains. Mother Earth pondered deeply in gratitude and appreciation for all the beauty Creator had so generously heaped upon her and the old Wizard, still at her side after all these years.

In the distance she saw Creator walking toward her which always caused her heart to sing. The nearness of His overwhelming love and absence of any condemnation surrounded and bathed her entire being, bringing a quiet serenity to her often otherwise troubled soul.

“Mother Earth,” Creator began, “The time has come for you to leave your home and the enchanted forest behind and give it over to the hands of a new generation of caretakers I have chosen for just such a purpose. You will take nothing with you that you cannot carry in a small bundle lest you become distracted with the burden of meaningless ‘things’. You will enter the lands of Neptune and reside in a small cottage at the sea shore where you will commence the work of helping to heal those I bring to you who are poor in spirit and in need of loving kindness and encouragement so they may reveal themselves as my precious children without blemish or spot.”

“You will walk the beaches alone for a season, listen to my counsel and commune with me so that you will know that I am with you on your new journey.”

Mother Earth was stunned to silence as she began to absorb all of the implications this amazing directive meant for life as she had known it.

She felt ‘doubt’ trying to scratch out a home in her thoughts and quickly banished it from nesting there. Her eyes gazed upon Creator as a little child seeking to know more about the purpose He had for her existence and without her audibly asking, Creator began revealing her new life to her in gently spoken detail.

“There is much suffering among my children of the earth,” Creator said, “Many are finding that the value they placed on money, property and prestige is rapidly vanishing from their grasp. Their spirits are calling out to me in anguish and despair in ever increasing numbers and I rush to comfort them now and establish my long sought personal relationship with them.”

I want all the clutter of useless distractions removed from you Mother Earth so you may better serve my children with the purpose and gifts I gave you before you were born. I will guide your steps along the way.” He promised.

Mother Earth finally found her small voice and began to protest in ernest to Creator choosing her words more carefully than usual. “Beloved Creator,” she began, “What possible gift do I have to disperse to those who are suffering? I am riddled with unbecoming thoughts and seemingly insurmountable vices myself. That man you gave me causes me enough troubles and worries as well. I think you seek Mother Nature as she is far more able to rebuke the darts life throws at her than I.”

Mother Earth prattled on, “I am most comfortable with the creatures of the forest as they neither want nor tarry, nor blame or judge one another’s worth. I am happiest and most content in the company of fairies, gnomes, birds and magical unicorns who roam freely under the canopy and I love to watch them thrive under the protection of the ancient trees. Among your children, I am no one they value nor do they take any notice of my being, much less my words.”

Creator dismissed her childish rantings by gently placing his hand on her forhead. Stark and shocking visions began to overtake Mother Earth’s consciousness, humbling her to her knees. She saw families divided by alcohol, drugs and other obsessions as they sought to fill a gaping hole in their hardened hearts with meaningless things. Scarcity of resources turned loving relationships into battlegrounds of hurled weapons of guilt and blame.

She saw anger triumph and resentments stirred to frenzy among those who no longer knew who they were meant to be because material possessions they had worshipped had been unceremoniously stripped from their grasp. She saw fear swoop down upon creation like a hungry predator seeking easy prey.

She saw children sleeping in the streets for want of shelter, and families begging on the streets for want of food. She saw dark spirits overtaking goodness as people gluttonously clutched and grabbed from their neighbor’s storehouses. She watched as gathering mobs chanted and blamed their dire conditions on circumstance. Corruption was held high in minds while strife ruled freely in the homes of the meek. At every level and at every turning of the page, the visions she saw mirrored in some way, her own depravity and lack of sound judgment and reasoning. Her conscience was seared by this hot poker of reality, while her heart was broken at the sight of such relentless and egregious pain.

Though Creator offered no condemnation of her abundant foibles, mishaps and mistakes, Mother Earth suddenly felt sorely ashamed of her prideful reluctance to do His bidding, and she began to sob uncontrollably with the clarity of realization of her own weakness of character. How sadly selfish and self-centered she had become even while surrounded with an unearned cornucopia of majestic comfort and plenty as others hungered and thirsted without attracting her notice.

She had enjoyed many years in relative solitude from harms way residing in the enchanted forest at the end of the trail. She had been able to come and go as she pleased with little discipline or forethought assuming that transition would not be required of her. She was Mother Earth, and she felt special and entitled. She had rested long at the well of self indulgence and freely breathed clean air and drank of clear water as if she deserved such sustaining refreshment without reflection. She had strived to please her own senses without regard for the health and well being of anyone else, much less herself. She had squandered her resources recklessly and with absolute abandon. She saw the frustration the Old Wizard had endured with her carping at his heels and made a note to ask his forgiveness for her disagreeable temperment.

She decided she was entirely a wretch and why Creator was choosing her for anything of any importance to anyone remained a mystery to her. The Creators sword of truth as she understood it, and the condition of the world inside and outside of her being, had pierced her soul. Now it was goading her spirit to break free from the bondage of her self contained cocoon of mediocrity and sloth to take flight near the struggling tide pools of the still living seas.

This new beginning birth now offered to her seemed disquieting and exhilarating all at once.

New thoughts of potential labor began to enter her mind to replace those born of self-seeking and arrogant prideful acclaim, not to mention her lack of confidence in her own ability to make different either thought or deed. Her own sense of entitlement had betrayed all simplicity she had once held dear. Oh, how slippery the slope into an dim abyss of ones own making with wrongful thinking!

Her tools of experience, strength and hope lay rusted and strewn upon the ground like garbage on a herded masses beach front. It would take some work to polish them to be useful again for her new journey as a servant, not a master.

Most of all, she saw she had hidden her authentic self in the shadows of shameless bravado while squawking like a silly goose for someone else to please solve the world’s hungry and hurting problems thus relieving herself of any responsibility to act of her own accord.

“What can I do,” she had bawled, “I am just one being.”

She glanced down at the open palms of her old and weathered hands and spotted a small seed of healing within one of them, trying valiantly to take root. It was awesome and inspiring to see such potential in the worn old vessel she carried her spirit in. If only she could remember to water that seed and nurture it to grow into something she might also use one day. When her withered vine finds proper nourishment it might bear ripe and ready fruit for the sharing sometime down her road to happy destiny.

Freedom’s Process was upon her as she stepped from the coldness and darkness of the long night into the warmth of an unveiled dawning.

She took a long last look around at her old life to carefully choose what she would need to sustain her in the tiny cottage by the seashore, taking care to recall Creators instructions of leaving all behind, but a small satchel of physical and spritual supplies.

She plucked up a handful of garments, a cot for rest, books that inspire loving thoughts, Pitre’s painting ‘ascension’ and sculpted fairies of the Enchanted OOAK for remembrance of the blessings she received. The load was light and her wings fluttered in anticipation. The caterpillar had become the butterfly and she was ready to fully embrace a miraculous new transition.

Think on these things; Faith, Hope and Love, and the greatest of these is Love; Mother Earth quietly closed the door on all that was her life in the Enchanted Forest at the End of the Trail. She took the hands of Faith and Hope, and surrendered to the lessons only a spirit of LOVE could teach her now.

Fantasy, or Fact, You Decide.

Responce by Tenderspirit:
Mother Earth sat me down to share the new vision she beheld. At first I was taken back and fury ran through my entire being. She shared what she had just written. As I read her vision a small light appeared in my mind like a little fairy touching and enlightening each part of my mind. My fury changed to intense laughter. I was overcome with a great feeling of joy and knew it was time for me to work with Mother Earth and to help her on her new journey.

I could not help but wonder what changes in my thinking, beliefs, and feelings would have to be made?

Creator had always allowed me to sow havoc upon the earth with no concern of what effect it would have on humanity. It has always been Mother Earth’s job to watch over the creatures and provide for mankind.

I sat in dismay wondering just how this transformation in me could be possible.

I have lived my entire existence doing whatever came to my mind sometimes bringing sorrow to others sometimes bringing great joy.

The creator had given me such great powers and so many creative abilities to beautify the dwellings and lives of his creatures. I created them and hid them away, never using them as I believed they had no value to anyone including me.

Creator sent one of his humble servants, Tom, whom He had enlightened years before. Creator trained and nurtured Tom to guide people into a life without limits. The way was provided for me, Mother Nature, to have a new mental diet.

I find myself resisting at every turn. How can I make such a huge change in my old thinking patterns I can’t help but wonder?

Can I really work with Mother Earth to help the creatures who at every whim wreak their own havoc in my domain? Can I really change how I see these creatures? Can I really change my life’s purpose? Do I really want to change?

My mind ponders the reward of such a venture. It has been so simple to mindlessly do whatever comes to thought, making no plans, having no discipline, no regard for the consequences or long term effect on me or others.

The servant gently reminds me that living in such a manner has been filled with pain and deprivation for others as well as myself. He reminds me of the precious gifts the creator has bestowed upon me and how careful planning and enlightened visions can bring such joy and freedom to all of his creatures including me! He reminds me daily to focus on my new goals and believe they have come to pass.

As I have started to journey down my own new path there appears a small dim lighted dome in front of me and little visions appear seemingly out of nowhere leading me down my path.

My heart is filling with joy, hope, and I feel encouraged to forge forward. My mind is filled with belief that I can make a difference in the lives of those less fortunate and I can truly live any life I choose without limits.

Creator gently gave me a hug and with a tiny grin on his face he said,

“I think you finally got it?”

Big Hugs Mother Nature

Fantasy or Fact? You Decide!

Entry by Mother Earth
May 21, 2009

It was a bright, sunny day in the Enchanted Forest, but Mother Earth was dealing with the doom and gloom of an unwelcome friend, ‘Worry’.

From every direction, Worry attacked.

The fairies, the gnomes, and so many other creatures came to Mother Earth bearing great burdens and concerns for the future. Her humans were the worst. Even the Underground Wizard unloaded some worry on her now and then. She took on their worries like a warm winter coat, but the weight of it was stifling her. One would almost be amused at first glance to see her already plump figure waddling around under this gigantic ‘worrisome’ mantle, but carrying this largess of worries for so many others became more than even Mother Earth could bear.

“Creator!” she called out frantically as she rushed to give all the worries to Him! Mother Earth knew that ‘worry has no value’ so she handed each one over to the Creator through a prayer.

“This is a worry about the storehouse as it seems to be diminishing rapidly”, she said. “That one is worry about tomorrow and the day after that.” She added.

“One of these worries is about relationships, and another about job insecurity,” she pointed out. “Here’s one about yesterday and how things might have been. Oh, look at this worry over taking a trip and here’s a big worry about moving to a far off place to start all over again.”

“Good Lord”, Mother Earth sighed, “is there ever an end to worry?”

“Of course there is!” the Creator responded. “As soon as you give your worries to me, they won’t bother you anymore.”

Then, thoughtfully, He added, “Unless you take them back, of course.”
Mother Earth wondered why so many who resided in the Enchanted Forest did not just directly take their worries to the Creator thus sparing her the trouble of gathering them all up and hauling them to the Creator again and again. She wondered if it was to be her purpose in life to carry the worries of the world just long enough to dump them all in the Creators lap.

Mother Earth was designed to support and encourage all life to grow and prosper as the Creator intended. She was to tend to the gardens of life and remove the weeds that would choke the life out of it. It seemed like enough of a job to her, but now she was carrying those worthless ‘worries’ as well.

She noted that some people worry about the smallest things, even to the point of making them physically, mentally and emotionally ill. One of the heaviest worries she had to carry was the one about “what other people think’. She felt too many people could not be their authentic selves because they were always worried that ‘someone else’ wouldn’t like them if they came out of hiding and pretending to be someone other than who they are.

“Creator”, Mother Earth asked, “Why don’t people believe in their own value and preciousness as you created them to be?”

“Because they compare themselves with others who appear to have it all together, and they strive in the wrong direction for happiness.” Creator answered.

“Many of them don’t realize that they have great gifts and an amazing purpose in life because they have been too busy worrying about life, rather than living it one day at a time, taking on each challenge as it comes. They have been too busy trying to be someone they are not because it seems like they would be better that way, but trying to be someone they are not, only makes life harder for them. Many believe that others do no have failures and frailties they have which only causes them despair. Many miss out on great happiness they will experience by seeking to share their own unique gifts, talents and incredible personalities they have been given for just such purposes. Others cling to the past, or look to the future for freedom, and do not see that they already carry it within them because each one of them has been given these gifts as a birthright.”

“Yes, Yes, great Creator. I now completely understand WHY worry has NO VALUE.

FANTASY OR FACT? You Decide!

Wow! I asked myself is Irene Kai’s book really Fantasy or Fact? As I read through the 5 generations of stories about the women in Irene’s family I just wanted to cry. I could not imagine in my wildest dreams being a woman in a culture with such beliefs. Irene’s great grandmother, grandmother, and many of her female relatives were matched by a match maker to their husbands around the age of sixteen. Ugh At sixteen I look back and see myself as just a baby. At that age children are barely getting a clue as to what life if about. I could not imagine my parents setting up a marriage partner for me and telling me to be a good girl and accept whatever may come with my mate. I could not imagine having to accept anyone’s behavior just as it was and being stuck with someone I did not love. I had a surge of gratitude come over me as I read the hardships they all endured. I thought about all the times that I have felt sorry for myself and the things I endured. But the things I endured did not hold a candle to the lives of the all of the women in Irene’s culture. I came away from reading her book with a gratitude about the culture I was raised. I sincerely recommend that every woman read the book (Golden Mountain Well worth the tiny price. Click here to buy it!). When you feel down and think that life is hard, just read the book! I am so grateful that Irene was able to break free from that bondage and find the love that she so truly deserved to have. Each and every person deserves to be loved. I would have felt like I was in a prison had I been a woman raised in the old Chinese culture. At the same time I am grateful though that I was born in the 1950’s in American not the earlier 1900’s. American women in the early years too were certainly though of through different eyes then, then now. Thank God for strong willed women like my grandmother who marched in the march for women with a baby carriage and 3 little children following behind her. I guess grandmother and her attitude and belief of women’s rights ring strong in my heart.

What an incredible journey you have made Irene to press through and fight the old words that ring through your very soul of what you are supposed to be. Thank God you had something in your spirit that led you to want more and led you to fight your emotional battles to seek freedom for your spirit the person whom you were created to be. The real Irene Kai not burdened with rules and thoughts and judgments of others. Though the words might fill your head forever I hope that you will always continue to be that shining star and beautiful women who care about others enough to bare your soul and heart to all. I can’t tell you how much I admire your strength to tell all in your magical book. It is not an easy thing to be as honest as you have for all the world to see.

I would just like to let you know that your book was a bit of magic to me. It gave me a renewed gratitude and a reminder of the hardships that people all over the world endure and the fact that the road for many is a road with little joy. Is it Fantasy or Fact your story? I know it is a fact and that breaks my heart that women would be treated with so little regard for the incredible person whom they are.

I can’t wait to hear you and David speak at the Patrons and Collectors Art and Music Festival.
Big Hugs Tenderspirit

AVOIDING THE DAY OF THE SWINE

Entry by Mother Earth

Mother Earth was already reeling from the upswing in pain her humans were suffering due to the changing times rising prices and decreasing incomes when the magical box revealed a ‘swine flu’ had escaped its pen and was slowly infecting the world with a new virus.

She rushed to find the Underground Wizard to implore him to cast magical spells to end the spread of the influenza.

“Papa”, as she was prone to call him in stressful times, “Please help me alert our humans as to what magic spell they can practice to avoid this awful experience.”

The Wizard looked up from his staff making and saw that Mother Earth was coming unhinged and she obviously needed his counsel.

“Mother,” as he was prone to call her in stressful times, “Tell the humans to wash their hands.”

“Wash their hands?” she repeated as if she didn’t hear correctly.

“Yes”, the Wizard replied. “This strain is passed most easily from human to human by touch. Someone infected sneezes, wipes their snouts, or mouths and then touches something. Another human comes along and touches that same thing, and then they touch their own snouts or mouths or noses. Using hand sanitizer constantly or washing ones hands frequently will help millions of people to avoid getting the flu.” He then turned and resumed his whittling.

“Is that it?” Mother Earth asked, “No spells, no conjuring, no nothing else?”

“No spells, magical cures, pills or shots for this infection Mother,” he said matter-of-factly.

Seeing that she was incredulous with his simple solution, he patted her head and went on.

“Mother, I am seeing Changing Times for our humans. It is time for them to take responsibility for themselves wherever they can.
To become more self-sufficient, plan for the worse and hope for the best. They must stay away from large crowds, vacations where the virus lives, look after and teach their children to wash their hands many times a day. They must stay home from the fields if they are feeling low, and protect themselves from the virus.”

“Is that all I can tell them Papa? Just wash their hands!” Mother Earth cried.

“You can also tell them to stock up on food, clean water and other supplies so they can better quarantine themselves in regions where the flu exists by avoiding large crowds as much as possible. Tell them to keep a spray bottle of bleach mixed with water to wipe off surfaces in their own homes frequently.”

Mother Earth thanked the Wizard for his advice, and decided to brave the crowds now to do all that he instructed for the creatures who lived in her domain. No swine flu resided in her enchanted forest yet, so it was safe to go into the hamlet to stock up on their supplies.

As she rushed off toward her wagon, the Wizard called to her.

“Mother,” he said, “You can buy many hand sanitizers for the children among us at the Dollar Store.”

FANTASY OR FACT? You decide!

Entry by Mother Earth
April 23, 2009

OOAK (One of a Kind)
Patrons and Collectors
Art and Music Festival
August 7, 8, 9 – 2009
Newport, Oregon

Proudly Welcomes

SILVER LIGHT
INTERNATIONAL

David Wick and Irene Kai

Silverlight International

Patrons and Collectors of the visual and cultural arts share a common trait; they are discerning. They can spot a cheap knock off in a New York minute and they revel at the prospect of viewing and perhaps acquiring original, authentic works of art. Some of their best shared experiences are of their special ‘finds’ before a treasured Artist became juried, rich and/or famous.

Sharing the same venue with the likes of David Wick and Irene Kai will be one of those rare experiences worth sharing with others, for decades to come. They are truly One of a Kind on many levels.

Visiting their business website (shown above) opens up a new world of opportunity for thousands of people seeking a positive and viable business oriented ‘China connection’. Very few people in the world have the global trade relationship backgrounds, experiences and proven respect for people and planet as do David and Irene.

Irene Kai’s family has been shuttling back and forth between their Chinese homeland and “The Golden Mountain” (America) for more than five generations. Few people can claim this life experience.

Irene has an affinity for, and a deep understanding of, the Culture and traditions of Chinese commerce as well as the American way of life. Thousands of years of tradition define the Chinese people of today, yet like Irene millions more of Chinese ancestry, seek a new world and a new way of living by thriving in peace and harmony.

As Bob Dylan wrote, “The times, they are a changing”. Embracing change is one of the most difficult assignments for humans to grasp, yet it is upon us.

While her award winning and nationally and internationally recognized book, “The Golden Mountain” chronicles generations of Chinese women’s trials and tribulations through an ancient Chinese culture and is adopted as a textbook in colleges and universities such as Wellesley College, Portland State University, Agnes Scott College, and City College of San Francisco, for studies in English as a Second Language (ESL), Asian Studies, Women’s Studies and Cross Cultural Understanding, the iceberg of this important work is barely touched.

This book should be required reading for anyone contemplating an amicable business or trade relationship with China. Understanding where a business partner is coming from is foundational. Learning to acknowledge and respect diverse cultures in a global market place is essential. Silver Light International, and more specifically Irene Kai and David Wick can help reduce barriers to communication and real assistance to positive trade relationships.

The economic crisis is not just a national problem, it is a global problem. It will not be solved by those who took the path of least resistance before us. It will not be solved by those whose immediate self interests are greater than their consideration of the future of our children and grandchildren.

It may be solved in small towns and communities who reach out to seemingly ‘strange bedfellows’ to form new alliances and spirits of collaboration and cooperation. It may be accomplished through honest dialog and new consideration for ideas and concepts that may appear to be “Fantasy or Fact” upon introduction. It may be solved through knowledge and an unfettered creative energy ‘free’ to find equity and balance between people inhabiting an increasingly fragile globe.

The Golden Mountain has many cultural golden nuggets to lead us toward redemption and freedom from the bondage of old ideas and pat answers that don’t work anymore. Irene’s beautifully written story gives us the power to claim our rightful place on the planet, and to set aside old concepts, prejudices, and ways of thinking that no longer serve us. We can ‘decide’ the meaning and purpose of our lives on a whole different level than we were able to encounter before. This is what Irene says:

“Every moment when we take action, the decision is not from only us, it goes back many generations…the memories of our fore mothers’ thoughts, expectations, guidance are stored in our DNA; they are with us always. In order to remember the lives of our fore mothers, and have a deeper understanding of the resentments and pain caused by their own predicaments bound by culture; we see they too had gone through tremendous pain from their ancestors due to cultural confinements.

Forgiveness is not just a word. We must have the courage to walk in our oppressors’ shoes and try to understand their pain and predicament bound by their own circumstances. Once we have that understanding, we will see that we have a choice to live the life of our old patterns, or to choose a new way of living by being more conscious, coming from our hearts with compassion, and live a life of love and peace. Then we will have the ability not to pass our pain onto our children, and sever the chain of abuse.” – Irene Kai

Her personal website, Irene Kai reveals a porthole into a woman of substance. Smart, compassionate, and wise in the ways of the world, and like all women of the world, she lived the restrictions of tradition and the confusion of growing up in a world where girls were given a rulebook early on, and a message of ‘not mattering’ in the grand scheme of things around her.

“On Golden Mountain” is not just a fascinating Chinese cultural ‘read’ that keeps you on the edge of your seat chapter after chapter, but a journey that touches the soul, prompting us to recognize and contemplate our own familiar and cultural restrictions; restrictions that have kept women in bondage since birth. Irene Kai is a great Artist. She holds nothing back and keeps no secrets to herself. You get the sense that she has found the freedom to be her authentic self through this catharsis.

In the world of Art, ‘the great ones’ are those who can dig deep inside of themselves to reveal a vulnerability and honesty of significant value to others. Tributes to cultural Artists often state “She (or He) gave a great performance.” It is this elusive and authentic “giving” that touches the emotions of others and causes a response.

We are moved by it, sometimes, we are changed by it.

Irene Kai is one of those Artists.

David Wick has always been ‘a good guy’. Ask anyone, anywhere in his significant history of friend and colleague collecting, and confirmation of this ‘fact’ is immediately at hand. This is not to say that David has not experienced life on life’s terms as have we all.

Even as a young man, he was a ‘big picture’ thinker; able to bring together diverse stakeholders to move forward common goals and objectives at the local level. He is a born Diplomat in every good sense of the word and he has a resume of international business, education, and corporate success stories a mile long.

He is Vice President of Global Relations and Consulting Services. He is also an award winning Publisher for Silver Light Publications, Silverlight Publishing, a company he co-owns with Irene Kai.

Their Publishing company is a ‘bold voice’ which publishes literary art that advocates, provokes, and inspires positive change in seeking truth and compassion.

Almost upon college graduation, David began to provide leadership on a global scale. He held important positions with Stanford University and with Levi Strauss and the European Foundation for Management Development. At Sun Microsystems, David received a company wide academy award for his ‘first of its kind’ in the Silicon Valley “Mini-MBA program”.

In 1983, David helped launch the United Nations NGO “Pathways to Peace” by co-founding the visionary project Peace within Organizations. He has been responsible for corporate programs in Spain, Hong Kong, France, India, Belgium and Canada.

In 1995, he began facilitating the five year “Inquiry into Peace Building through Business” which has reached Phase III maturity in the form of the Triple Bottom Line for the 21st Century Initiative,

Profits, People and Planet.

He co-created the Rogue Valley Wisdom Councils, “bringing new life to democracy’ in Southern Oregon.

Patrons and Collectors of ‘one of a kind’ art are often accomplished business leaders in their communities. Business Leaders and Artists are often the first in any community to create, initiate, reflect upon and seek new concepts and ideas during radically changing or uncertain times.

The inclusion of Irene Kai and David Wick as Keynote Speakers for the OOAK ‘Patrons and Collectors’ Art and Music Festival to be held at Outdoor Resorts, Inc. Pacific Shores Motor Coach Resort, in Newport, Oregon, is an extraordinary ‘gift’ for everyone involved.

Even more ‘twitter-pating’ is the opportunity for Mother Earth, The Underground Wizard, and Tender Spirit to re-connect with old, dear and trusted friends in the magnificent setting of the Central Oregon Coast slated for August 7,8 and 9, 2009. Patrons and Collectors of One of a Kind Art planning a summer vacation to the Central Oregon Coast will have the opportunity to meet and participate in discussion with David Wick and Irene Kai, our keynote speakers at this extraordinary Arts and Music Festival.

We encourage you to ‘gift yourself’ with Irene Kai’s award winning book “The Golden Mountain” and to visit their websites for more information about this dynamic duo rich with amazing talent, abilities, and even greater ‘hearts’. They are living proof that good business and greatness of spirit are not incompatible or impossible today.

Please make them a place at the tables of tomorrow. I trust they will bring a part of their own enchanted forest with them to quench your worrisome thirst.

Please don’t hesitate to share your thoughts through ‘comment’ here on our blog or email us with any information you need.

FANTASY OR FACT? You Decide!