<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-794891517961010053</id><updated>2011-10-17T07:39:06.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to get there from here....</title><subtitle type='html'>Collection of my thoughts and all my contradictions....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakeningoftherealme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/794891517961010053/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakeningoftherealme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05058482725232534561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iiYCR0fShXo/Tpw95tSdMKI/AAAAAAAAAWA/sAm3ShpPEOQ/s220/ang%2Band%2Bkase.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-794891517961010053.post-4495801868049437953</id><published>2010-02-02T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T14:29:29.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever asked yourself: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"What do you &lt;br /&gt;want to do &lt;br /&gt;before you die??"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Buried Life. I came across this watching MTV one day....it's about four guys traveling together, crossing off their 100 things to do before they die. Every time they cross something off the list they help a stranger with one of their dreams. Such an inspiring idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="BLOGGER-object-element tr_noresize tr_placeholder" data-original-id="BLOGGER_object_2" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cimg%20src=" http:="" id="BLOGGER_object_2" img="" object_element.gif"="" style="height: &amp;quot;340&amp;quot;px; width: &amp;quot;560&amp;quot;px;" www.blogger.com=""&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GrzWS7fNq74&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GrzWS7fNq74&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theburiedlife.com/"&gt;http://www.theburiedlife.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ask yourself and ask someone you know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;"What do you &lt;br /&gt;want to do &lt;br /&gt;before you die??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some pictures of the brats from the last month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/S2ihIcBySLI/AAAAAAAAAKc/4_Ojvk4pktY/s1600-h/21842_258571144511_516124511_3161878_146252_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/S2ihIcBySLI/AAAAAAAAAKc/4_Ojvk4pktY/s320/21842_258571144511_516124511_3161878_146252_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koda ready to play!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/S2iht1SKkTI/AAAAAAAAAKk/LGEyVpnHVFs/s1600-h/21842_258571189511_516124511_3161881_6320740_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/S2iht1SKkTI/AAAAAAAAAKk/LGEyVpnHVFs/s320/21842_258571189511_516124511_3161881_6320740_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fast as can be :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/S2ihw4HHLBI/AAAAAAAAAKs/hWPByClTjYY/s1600-h/21842_258571214511_516124511_3161883_2593757_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/S2ihw4HHLBI/AAAAAAAAAKs/hWPByClTjYY/s320/21842_258571214511_516124511_3161883_2593757_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dutchy always happy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/S2ih09L-PII/AAAAAAAAAK0/i8abToLlo7Q/s1600-h/21842_258571294511_516124511_3161892_4409355_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/SyunMoaFEPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/SOF1so-8Wn4/s1600-h/Christmas-girls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/SyunMoaFEPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/SOF1so-8Wn4/s320/Christmas-girls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I wanted to write you to tell you, you see,&lt;br /&gt;That Koda and I are grateful pups, she and me.&lt;br /&gt;We love our life, friends and kitty bros,&lt;br /&gt;We consider them part of our pack, and so,&lt;br /&gt;What do I ask you for Christmas this year?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have a list that's near and dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like for all pups needing a home,&lt;br /&gt;To find a family and not need to roam.&lt;br /&gt;I wish for all those scared, cold and hungry,&lt;br /&gt;To be safe, warm and have a nice full tummy.&lt;br /&gt;My hope is for all pets with no family,&lt;br /&gt;To have one of their own, like me, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those afraid of some of us pups,&lt;br /&gt;I'd like them to learn and shed their prejudice,&lt;br /&gt;Realize that when they label us bad,&lt;br /&gt;It's not always us, and it's very sad.&lt;br /&gt;Help folks realize that breed doesn't matter,&lt;br /&gt;It's the people that raise them, not all the chatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help all the children to learn how to be,&lt;br /&gt;Aware of how to love us, it's really key,&lt;br /&gt;For great friendships with us all of their lives,&lt;br /&gt;They need to understand us, so together we'll thrive.&lt;br /&gt;Help their parents teach them how and to know,&lt;br /&gt;The best ways to be with us, as we both grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those that keep way too many of us,&lt;br /&gt;Let them know they aren't helping, they need to adjust.&lt;br /&gt;They're making things worse, that's all they're doing,&lt;br /&gt;They continue and continue, their constant pursuing.&lt;br /&gt;We get hungry, angry, sick and can't thrive,&lt;br /&gt;In conditions where we barely survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch over the pups who help humans each day,&lt;br /&gt;That guide, search and rescue and calm those at bay.&lt;br /&gt;The work that they do is very admired,&lt;br /&gt;They save lives and help with skills they've acquired.&lt;br /&gt;Please give them a special treat in their stocking,&lt;br /&gt;And send them some love when you come a knocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For pups that are sick, please help them get well,&lt;br /&gt;We'd be lost without them, we're under their spell.&lt;br /&gt;And if they are old and it's time to go,&lt;br /&gt;Help them make the transition, don't make it slow.&lt;br /&gt;And help those who have lost their very best friend,&lt;br /&gt;Comfort them and share, they'll see them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell folks who are way too mean,&lt;br /&gt;That hurt us, scare us, and keep us too lean,&lt;br /&gt;That they need some help to understand,&lt;br /&gt;We can be their best friend, always at hand.&lt;br /&gt;We'll love, admire and be more than expected,&lt;br /&gt;If only we're loved and highly respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another request that we have for rover,&lt;br /&gt;Is to stop those who breed us over and over.&lt;br /&gt;It's cruel and sad for pups to live that way,&lt;br /&gt;They rarely get care and can never play.&lt;br /&gt;We want to end horrific places like this,&lt;br /&gt;Where only a fat wallet concern exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help people understand, that whenever, and if&lt;br /&gt;Their pup is bad, and starts getting in a riff,&lt;br /&gt;That the pup needs a job, just like all of them,&lt;br /&gt;To be the best they can be, a shining gem.&lt;br /&gt;Training and working is what helps us behave,&lt;br /&gt;It stimulates our mind, it's what we crave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help those who think fighting us is fun,&lt;br /&gt;It's heartless, horrible and something to shun.&lt;br /&gt;While robbing us all of a wonderful life,&lt;br /&gt;The pain and cruelty cuts like a knife.&lt;br /&gt;Share info with all, tall and small,&lt;br /&gt;We're pets to be loved, not to brawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask that you pay particular attention,&lt;br /&gt;Give a pat on the back and a special mention,&lt;br /&gt;To all the folks who rescue and shelter,&lt;br /&gt;They care and feed and find us an adopter,&lt;br /&gt;Over and over, they never think twice,&lt;br /&gt;They give so much, to be very precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I ask for my Christmas gift,&lt;br /&gt;For you to bring these on your evening shift.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Santa for listening, it's wonderful to know,&lt;br /&gt;That you grant all our wishes and continue to bestow.&lt;br /&gt;We wish you and everyone a great holiday,&lt;br /&gt;With peace and love - it's the only way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves and licks,&lt;br /&gt;Dutchess &amp;amp; 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The weather here has been surprisingly nice the last few weeks and we enjoyed the weather as the sun was going down. Here is a few pictures from our outing: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/SwKv4CjmE6I/AAAAAAAAAIo/8OFPNZ8Lt9Y/s320/Kodafavredball.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405075880091718562" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Here is Koda bringing her favorite red ball for me to throw....no matter how many times I throw it,&lt;br /&gt;she will bring it back to me and wait for more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/SwKv4ZoViwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/jjoAUQkAgqY/s320/the+girls+on+bale3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405075886285622018" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We found a hay bale and I was surprised that they could both climb it really easily! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/SwKv4hi2qVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/dOu8o6EuzcU/s320/koda.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405075888410110290" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~Koda's look of pure joy~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/SwKv4CmSDOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/JvE5GdXIH9c/s1600/the+girls+on+bale2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/SwKv4CmSDOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/JvE5GdXIH9c/s320/the+girls+on+bale2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405075880102989026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dutchess enjoying the scenery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/SwKv4DUUvRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/SRPDC1ERSP0/s1600/the+girls+on+bale.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/SwKv4DUUvRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/SRPDC1ERSP0/s320/the+girls+on+bale.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405075880296103186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Dutchess and Koda relaxing for a second - I love my girls! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;There is nothing like a dog enjoying the simplest things in life to put a smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;and make you thankful for all that you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Me and my sister swore we would not post any pictures on facebook etc. of our tattoos that we got together because it's tacky and in the words of someone wise that I used to know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-family:'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-family:'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A tattoo should be a perk that people get for seeing you without clothes on. Don't brag about them. 2/3 of the world seems to have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#111111;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#111111;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;I do agree with this however:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#111111;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;1. Barely anyone reads this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#111111;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;2. I want to document and remember always how I feel about his tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/SvSdwcd_CxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/UH7CF83fEbc/s320/tat.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401115308725308178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#111111;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;Ok I know this is a pooor pic but my camera isn't working so I had to take in the mirror with my BB. You can't tell from this picture but this is on my ribcage on my left side. It says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Live with Passion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breathe. Smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inspire. Be Free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister and I came up with this quote together. Love is something that is extremely important to both of us and the way we want to live our lives- full of love. The tattoo in total is a reminder of how to live life. We got them together on a February evening in Brandon and I can tell you right now, I never wanted a tattoo but our love and the bond we have......well I get teary eyed thinking about it and anyone who knows us or one of us (as we both will blab on and on about this topic if you give us the chance) will just understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter where I am it will always be with me and I tend to look at it in the mirror EVERY SINGLE DAY. 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How many posts, average length, average posts a day etc. You can actually take a look at your statuses from previous months. I found this interesting because I went through some tumultuous times this time last year and I was really sad reading through some of them. I pulled out 4 quotes from that... and they still mean a lot to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(49, 49, 49); "&gt;~Life does not travel in straight lines. Life is meandering and messy, full of surprises, confusion and unexpected moments of struggle and beauty.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt; font-family:Verdana;color:#313131"&gt;I would rather be hated for who I am.... then loved for who I'm not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt; font-family:Verdana;color:#313131"&gt;Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt; font-family:Verdana;color:#313131"&gt;~The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#313131;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;I have made some big mistakes in my life. I am far from perfect and don't expect others to be. I hold on to things WAY past their expiration date and even though I move on for the most part....I often rehash the past (typically happens after a few glasses of red ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#313131;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;I realized today how unhealthy I was at this time last year and how must healthier I am right at this moment. Am I always strong and smart? NO. I have struggled with so much in the past year, but it's all part of a bigger journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(49, 49, 49); "&gt;Try and try as I might...there are certain things that will linger and I won't be able to let go of. And that's ok. My biggest problem is I haven't received closure for a few things... but I don't think I ever will. And life goes on. It is what it is. And I'm going to focus on living my life the best way possible. I'm going to focus on living: One. Day. At. A. Time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#313131;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Cheers :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Here's the Sandhills Museum website: &lt;a href="http://www.greatsandhillsmuseum.com/"&gt;http://www.greatsandhillsmuseum.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents were really impressed with the museum and we really enjoyed the Sandhills. Here are a few pictures from the trip:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368359780891133298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/SoA-xyaChXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gnOzgGp2QZY/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368359788433848066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/SoA-yOgXNwI/AAAAAAAAAHI/F7S5Gl63yfY/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368359790113505538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/SoA-yUw0wQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ghk2kiy27Tc/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368359795088738418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/SoA-ynTAyHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/sh99DhqZkyg/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368359803285748146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/SoA-zF1VObI/AAAAAAAAAHg/p1n6C4OsINU/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368360055186922482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/SoA_BwPQG_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/wR-IgIbeRYo/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368360062727230818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/SoA_CMVAFWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/67rnXnhFkTk/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368360071331626658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/SoA_CsYcvqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/vWhUosUdPmM/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368360064760700706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/SoA_CT50XyI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KyDZSG9eX2A/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's a picture of Koda resting a bit between playing...she's 6 and 1/2 months here and still growing like a weed. We got her spayed last weekend so she technically should have been "recovering" still, but I couldn't keep her from running around and enjoying the hills with Dutchess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was awesome because it wasn't busy and we were able to let the girls off leash. They enjoyed chasing each other in the sand and got a goood workout. They slept well that night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a great visit with my parents and I was sad to see them off this morning. I really wish I lived closer to all my family! Maybe someday :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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She is now officially immunized!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit shocked to know that she weighs 24 lbs. The little pup sure has an appetite. Here are her official weigh-ins since we got her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 27 (7 weeks old) - 11.4 lbs&lt;br /&gt;April 18 (10 weeks old) - 16.8 lb&lt;br /&gt;May 9 (13 weeks old) - 24.0 lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steady weight gain is a good sign and it's amazing how different she looks from the day we brought her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is doing very well and I am happy to report that I think she will be a swimmer. Swimming is something that Dutchess isn't super excited about. She doesn't mind getting wet but has a look of fear when swimming unless I am in the water with her. Koda swam on Sunday without a second thought. I'm thinking that because we introduced her early enough it was just a instinct reaction.... I hope that with her positive reaction to swimming she will influence Dutchess to enjoy swimming more. There is nothing better than watching a dog swim out to retrieve something from the water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koda has also developed quite a fearless nature, she plays hard and bites Dutchess often. Dutchess has been very gentle with her but you can tell that Koda can wear on her nerves. Dutchess has only "put the puppy in her place" once or twice. I have a feeling there won't be much of a contest for who is boss though - Dutchess is very submissive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pictured here sitting on the "dog couch" she doesn't look like a little demon does she? Don't let the puppy eyes fool you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334665227038428562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/SgiJwn1BDZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Uq4FWb-4sd0/s320/Koda+-+13+weeks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Dutchess in her favorite chair...this is the look of - jeez I'm tired - when will this puppy quit! Koda gets up every morning at about 5am. This is generally the look Dutchess gives me - she comes outside with us but looks like she wishes she could sleep more! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334665288889873442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/SgiJ0OPjNCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/WxL0TbF7wDM/s320/Dutchess+in+her+chair.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I am very blessed to have both of these dogs in my life and I am happy to report that it hasn't been that much extra work. Also I can really see the amount that Dutchess's life has been enriched with a second dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Even though Dutchess doesn't look very happy here!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334665488632779490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/SgiJ_2V-EuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5pUzLbwm52U/s320/the+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334665422923484434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/SgiJ8BjpzRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/UKQnKBKz__k/s320/puppy+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Puppy joy! This is the look on Koda's face every time she gets excited. 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It was an cleansing process, I wrote down a letter of exactly how I feel, why, all my emotions and then I burnt it and read and re-read this poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To let go doesn't mean to stop caring;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It means I can't do it for someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To let go is not to cut myself off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's the realization that I can't control another...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To let go is not to enable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but to allow learning from natural consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To let go is to admit powerlessness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;which means the outcome is not in my hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To let go is not to try and change or blame another,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I can only change myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To let go is not to care for, but to care about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To let go is not to fix, but to be supportive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To let go is not to judge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but to allow another to be a human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To let go is not to be in the middle arranging all the outcomes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but to allow others to affect their own outcomes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To let go is not to be protective,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It is to permit another to face reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To let go is not to deny, but to accept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To let go is not to nag, scold, or argue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but to search out my own shortcomings and correct them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To let go is not to adjust everything to my desires,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ut to take each day as it comes and cherish the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To let go is not to criticize and regulate anyone, but to try to become what I dream I can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To let go is not to regret the past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but to grow and live for the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To let go is to fear less and love more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a blessed and amazing life, but I wasn't living it. I was focusing on the past and not living in the moment. And I now feel so light and so lifted from that terrible place that I had put myself in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strange crazy thing about today is the only person who would truly understand all this and truly get what I'm going through - but is thousands of miles away and who I cannot reach, called me. My damn cell service often doesn't work at work so I missed the call but just hearing the voice of a loved one and someone who gets me more than anyone made it all OK and solidified how I was feeling. I think this was the universe telling me...."your on the right track".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is short and so precious - live it...&lt;br /&gt;And the phrase that I will be telling myself over and over these next few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will love myself. I will learn from the past and not make the same mistakes. I will move forward, respect the past but not dwell on it. 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I didn't have the knowledge, the strength, the skills or the courage. Now I have more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others wouldn't dare to try it, or wouldn't think of it, or wouldn't put the effort into making it happen if thay did, or they just couldn't figure out how. I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am better than I was yesterday, much better than in the past. Others may not see me as different, but that's because they think of the old me, before I grew. Before I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't ask why, or whether, or when. I will ask only how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will welcome the cooperation and assistance of others, but I won't depend on them. I'm the only one I can depend on 100 percent of the time. If I put my will into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I complete my task, my quest, I will share what I have learned with others. With those who want to learn the easy way what I have learned with my sweat and toil, with my thought and effort, with my courage and devotion from the core of my being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will become my goal. I will be my objectives. I will be there in thought long before the reality around me catches up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reach my goal, I will not expect others to accept it readily. As it has taken me much time and effort to change into a new reality, it will take others a while to join me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new me that results from this quest will be much more than I am today. As my body aches with effort and creaks with age, my mind will be better than others around me if they allow their minds to atrophy with their bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not consider myself superior to them. They had their chances, made their choices and must live with the consequences. I made mine and will glory in my achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be different. Not just different from the me of my past, but different from those around me. They will know it, I will know it. That will not daunt my courage or effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will get used to the new me. If not, I will associate with them no longer and begin relationships with those who appreciate me as the new me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will know that I am who I am because of what they did or neglected to do in the past. That will not entitle them to own me then any more than it does now. I will not refuse to acknowledge the good they did for me, nor will I hold their neglect and their misguided attempts to mold me to their will (with good intent) against them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be the person I want to be, now, so I can grow into that person rather than twisting and bending to what others who want something different of me. They may not like my independence. That will be their problem, their cross to bear, because I have cast mine off. I will not adopt a cross they formed for themselves as if it were my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be more and better each day. I will learn from my mistakes, improve and gain wisdom along with my other achievements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stick around for the change. Watch it happen. Join me if you dare to live beyond who you are today. I will assist you if you wish my help. I will not cease my quest because you want to quit. If necessary, if you prove that you can't keep up, I will leave you behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will grow each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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I feel as though I am just going though the motions and not really living life and I want to change that. Anyone have any advice on getting the most out of life? I would love to hear it. I found this article and wanted to save it in hopes it will help me on my journey to a healthy, happy, peaceful, fulfilling life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************&lt;br /&gt;Everyone Gets the Same 24 Hours&lt;br /&gt;Life — it’s what we do between the time we get here and when we go. We only get one, and despite what other folks might suppose, it’s ours to determine what to do with it. We don’t measure life in hours and minutes. We measure life in memories and moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of when you read this sentence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don’t say that often enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Top 10 Ways to Start Living Your Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life either happens to us, or we take hold of life and live it. Here are 10 Ways to get a life and start living it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Give yourself permission to claim your life. That’s right — permission. You’re the only one who can decide you are in charge of your life. Even though it feels like you’re not supposed to do so, turn off the internal editors, the old tape recordings, the “shoulds, have tos, and musts”, and the rules that didn’t come from you.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Define what living means to you. It’s not as hard as it sounds. Just picture yourself at the end of your life looking back. What words would you want to describe how you lived your life and who you are as a person?&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Stop living in the future. Every time you think “someday” or “when I have time I will,” stop. Ask yourself, “Why not now?” Think about this sentence, “I always wanted to, but never did.” Start doing the things you always planned to do. Choose your life every morning. Plan one thing you will do that day to feel alive.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Surround yourself with people who enjoy living. They’ve obviously discovered how to have a life and live it. Why not hang with the pros?&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Lay down your pain and your anger. Carrying them around makes living harder and less fun. It doesn’t bring anything, and it steals a lot.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Let the losers win. Don’t argue about things that you don’t care about. Unless there’s some real threat, let the folks who have something to prove, prove what they need to. Why waste your living time trying to fix what’s wrong with them? ________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Create energy. Jump to forgiveness and love, then figure things out. Most conclusions we jump to are not only wrong, they’re negative. Negative conclusions lead us to prepare a defense. Being on the defensive isn’t living. It’s hiding from life. ________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Learn the physical symptoms of when your head and heart become disconnected. We know when we’re having a knee jerk reaction, when we’re feeling sorry for ourselves, and when we’re being blind to people’s feelings. We can remember how it felt physically while we were behaving badly. Get to know those symptoms, and you can stop the behavior. Living life will feel a whole lot safer because you won’t be in danger of shooting yourself in the foot. ________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Take small risks that push your boundaries in every way. The joy of life is packed in learning that matches our skill set. When we stretch just a bit intellectually, physically, emotionally, we grow. Living is growing. Even your cells know that. ________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Value and protect the people and the places you care about. A job isn’t a life. It’s just a part of one. Let the people you care about come first, and let everyone know that you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-read numbers 1 and 2. We come into life with whatever we’ve got. It’s ours to do with. It took me a while to figure that out — that my life isn’t just what happens to me, that I could take hold of it. I want to have the time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve already got a life too. 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The sad thing is, what I dreamt about is a truth that I failed to see a couple months ago...I wish I would have had this dream then - it would have saved me some pain - at the same time I believe everything happens for a reason and there is a lesson to be learned from everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dreams are an interesting thing aren't they?? My sister wrote about this topic not too long ago and I wanted to share her words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ap Into Your Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;There are so many uncertainties in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;One of the beautiful things about Kabbalah is it teaches us how to tap into another world where there is certainty, where there is an answer to every question. It's called asking for a sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The best technique I've found for getting signs is asking for an answer to a specific question before you go to sleep (ideally after scanning a portion of Zohar .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Not, 'show me who my soul mate is' but rather, 'is so-and-so my soul mate?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You might see the answer in a dream, or wake up with one, or get an obvious answer during the day. However it comes to you, you can have total certainty about the situation because you downloaded the information from the 99% while you slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Practice tonight before bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Be clear about our question and trust your soul to guide you to the truth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried this a couple times, sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. I believe it's all about timing and maybe some of the questions you are asking aren't meant to be seen now but if you keep asking, when the time is right the answer will come to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to share an article about change.....right now change is the focus on many people's mind. The new year has many people thinking about what they want to achieve. I know right now there are many "resolutioners" at the gym working hard on changing their bodies...I thought this article was quite true and maybe why so many people struggle with change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Do you want to change? Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ok. Here's a top secret Kabbalah secret. Do this and you will change whatever it is that needs improving. No more running to ask people what to do or reading the quick fix books or however else you're spinning your wheels while not changing. Here it is, one word that will change your take on change: disgust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When you can get to the level where you are disgusted with the behavior, when you see how filthy it is making you and your soul, you'll no longer have to try to change. You just will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pick one thing you want to change. Mull it over. Take in the stench. And when you're disgusted, you know you're ready to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is a very different way to look at change, and I can see places where this wouldn't work. But it's an interesting concept that could help someone to get the motivation to finally change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy note my hubby is home today, after spending 3 weeks WAY up north. People take many things for granted..... the little kiss goodnight before going to bed, the way sleeping feels with another person in bed, someone there to help feed the dog for a change, coming home to a house that isn't empty, the wet towel on the bathroom floor, talking about nothing at all.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things you don't really think about but that bring a smile or in some cases a grimace to your face. And it makes you realize that if tomorrow came and that person was no longer, life just wouldn't mean the same thing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take so many things for granted and always push and strive for more, more, more.....but I'm starting to accept the beautiful things I have in my life. To find comfort in them and realize that any dissatisfaction I feel is unwarranted and that I need to refocus on the wonderful things I already have.....contentment is a hard thing for most people. 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A life that is not as distracted by material possessions and the outward need of approval etc. I want to feel calm, simple and at ease with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddhism talks about the Three Poisons: Desire or Greed, Hatred/Anger, and Ignorance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share this article I found as I think all of us could do some good by ridding Greed, Anger and Ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;How to turn "Greed, Anger, Ignorance" into "Precepts, Deep Concentration, Wisdom"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddhism teaches Kruna (compassion), but it also focuses on prajna (wisdom), which is inherent in everybody and it can only be manifested by eliminating ignorance by self-cultivation. By using prajna, one is able to turn "greed, anger, and ignorance" into "precepts, meditation, and wisdom".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Greed, Anger, Ignorance" together are known as the Three Poisons . These are sources of all illusions and desires. These three poisons continuously pollute people's lives, and are obstacles of Enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;GREED&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greed is a DESIRE or lust; one tries to get hold of something and to get more and more of it. Greed is one of the causes of thefts, some people steal because they're greedy, and they are not satisfied with what they already have. There was a story about a very greedy man who loves candies. One day, his wife bought a jar and organized all his candies in the jar for him. However, when he put his hand in the jar to get candies, he could not pull his hand out again! No matter how hard he pulls, his hand is still stuck in the jar. The wife was so worried that she called the firemen to help break the jar open to free his hand. When the jar was broken, they found that the reason why his hand was stuck in the jar was because he grabbed a hand-full of candies and refused to let go, but the jar opening was too small for him to pull the candies out all at once. If he had taken one candy at a time, the firemen wouldn't have to break the jar open to free his hand. Desire, as Tanha, is considered as being one of the Three Daughters of Mara as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ANGER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger arises when there is rejection on one's wishes; one becomes displeased. It comes in many forms: HATRED, jealousy, abuse, and cruelty. Anger is basically caused by a false belief that the illusory self has loss control over something that is important. When I was in high school, I had a friend who doesn't know how to control his anger. Once he was angry because his teacher would not accept his homework that was handed in late. He was so angry that he started hitting everything in site (i.e., lockers, walls). And as he was walking and wasn't looking where he was going, he hit his hand right into the glass of the fire extinguisher unit and his hand started to bleed right away from the broken glass. From his behavior, we could learn that when we are angry, we are very vulnerable to dangers because we do not have a clear mind and we become very aggressive. However, in the end, we are the one who gets hurt, mentally or physically. The Meditation on the Three Contemplations Sutra states:&lt;br /&gt;If anger rises and you desire&lt;br /&gt;to harm another being&lt;br /&gt;already you have harmed&lt;br /&gt;yourself far more than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is why you must&lt;br /&gt;often think on compassion;&lt;br /&gt;for compassion keeps from rising&lt;br /&gt;all thought of anger, evil, and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Buddha said that anger was one of the Five Hindrances , which are state of mind that make us difficult to learn dharma. Therefore, anger causes the loss of all goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;IGNORANCE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance or delusion is a wrong perception of the world. There is a parable from the Scripture of One Hundred Parables. The story is a about a woman who only has one son, but she wanted to have more sons. The woman's friend told her that she has a way to help the woman to pray for more sons but she needs to make a sacrifice. The woman was told that she needs to kill her only son as a sacrifice to get more sons. When the foolish woman was about to kill her only son, a wise man approached her and stopped her and told her how foolish she is giving what she has now to hope for something that might not happen. Some ignorant people do not realize that they're doing something harmful to others and to themselves, and furthermore hope to born to the heaven. &lt;strong&gt;These three poisons circle around our world, poisoning our souls, blinding us from seeing the true path to enlightenment. They are poisons that prevent us from leaving the cycle of birth and death.&lt;/strong&gt; All the worries we get sprung from the three poisons. However, the three poisons can be arrested through "Precepts, Meditation, and Wisdom".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Precepts, Deep Concentration, Wisdom" are known as the "Three Pillars". They are the guidelines to our lives. When we practice the "three pillars", we'll be walking further away from the "three poisons".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precept is the training in moral discipline; it prevents wrongdoing. There is the Five Precepts which is no killing, no stealing, no sexual misconduct, no lying, and no intoxication (see Sila , moral conduct in Buddhism).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep Concentration is achieved through meditation (see Shikantaza as well as Samadhi ). It is the training of the mind. It eliminates the scattering characteristic of ordinary mind and allows it to look directly at itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom is the training in clear perception. A verse from the Platform Sutra of the Sixth Patriarch, Hui-neng states:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your mind is in balance,&lt;br /&gt;What need is there to work at morality?&lt;br /&gt;If your behavior is correct,&lt;br /&gt;What use is meditation to you?&lt;br /&gt;If you understand mercy,&lt;br /&gt;Then you still naturally care for your parents.&lt;br /&gt;If you understand faithful conduct,&lt;br /&gt;Then all society will be in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Respect of others and ourselves is the key to balancing the mind&lt;/strong&gt;. If you know how to respect ourselves, we would not be as anxious, therefore our mind would be balanced and practicing morality would be a natural process. We need to free ourselves from thinking that practicing morally is a stiff confinement. Morality is actually the key to our liberation. Deep concentration is from practicing meditation, however, meditation cannot be practiced well without morality. Once we have a balanced mind, and understand morality, our lives would be in accord with the deepest level of meditation. From deep concentration, we get wisdom. By meditation and wisdom, one cultivates one's mind, clearing the clouds of ignorance that is blocking the road to enlightenment. Therefore, it is very important for us to practice the "three pillars" all the time in order to prevent ourselves from being "poisoned" by "Greed, Anger, and Ignorance".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the day...are you or have you recently felt greed, anger, ignorance/avoidance about something? Let it go.....it's poisoning your well being!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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And at this time of year, when people are stressed to the max and lacking energy as it is...well it's good to think about where you are spending your energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ok this is Edward from Twilight - who is definately not an "energy vampire" but super hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274855944978343666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/STQNiNnKpvI/AAAAAAAAADo/H9Xlf5HmG0U/s320/n48912306_43678596_8369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people bring unexpected lightness and comfort to your life. They crackle with energy, practically electrify you with their presence. And then there are those who leave you feeling stressed out. Or guilty. Or exhausted down to your very last molecule. I call them energy vampires, and obnoxious or meek, they come in all forms. The sob sister, for one, always considers herself the victim. The world is always against her, and she'll recount every horrible thing that has happened to her, wallowing in every perceived slight. The charmer is a constant talker or joke-teller who has to be the center of attention. The blamer, on the other hand, doles out endless servings of guilt. And then there's the drama queen, the co-worker who claims she almost died from a high fever or the neighbor who lives in extremes of emotion—life is unbelievably good or horrifically bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter which type of energy vampire you're dealing with, you're allowed to walk away. Many of us find this really hard to do. We're afraid of being thought of as impolite; we don't want to offend people. But there are plenty of ways to remove yourself from a killing conversation. When leaving isn't an option, you can still maintain your energy level by making a few minor adjustments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recognize the Signs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the first things to do is to recognize when you're being drained, and that begins with tuning in to your physical reactions. Is there a tightening in your chest when a certain person enters the conversation? Do you feel tired when you hang up the phone after speaking with someone? Does your head ache, or do you feel what I call "slimed" when another guest at a cocktail party starts talking to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take a Deep Breath&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moment you feel zapped—or hemmed in, or stressed out—I recommend taking a breath. Breathing is a wonderful way to center yourself. Just follow the breath and tell yourself that you know what's happening and you can deal with it. It's important to remember our individual power. I know from working with patients that we can lose it easily. The minute somebody comes in who's bossy or blaming, we feel diminished and tense up. If we can focus on the breath, or on an image of a striking sunset or a view from a mountaintop, the tension will drift away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Use Your Energy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can also use some of your own subtle energy to counter the effects of an energy vampire. Visualize a protective white light around you: an energy shield. You can still hear the person who's yelling at you or blaming you or pushing herself into your sphere, but she won't cut into you so viscerally anymore. You've created a buffer zone, where her negative influences can dissipate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Set Boundaries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Setting boundaries is another way of protecting yourself; you draw a line saying, for instance, "This is what I can do for you, and this is what I can't." You don't have to convince the vampire of the rightness of your stance. Getting defensive simply adds to the negative charge of the encounter. You want to remain neutral. When someone starts pushing your buttons, and you start sizzling inside, you've got to make the decision not to react.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step Back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also suggest you step back and think about what type of people aggravate you, because I believe that one law of energy is that we attract what we haven't yet worked out in ourselves. If I'm a very angry person, I'll find myself surrounded by angry people. By paying attention to the people who seem so draining, you might discover something you need to address. It has been my experience that once you've worked through a particular issue, you're no longer worn out by that kind of energy vampire. And the vampires, robbed of a source, move on to more easily drainable audiences. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Should Live Your Life&lt;br /&gt;(for the full article see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/article/spirit/omag_200803_kogan/1"&gt;http://www.oprah.com/article/spirit/omag_200803_kogan/1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything I know about the world and how you (yes, you!) should live your life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you can't get a babysitter, for the love of God, stay home! I don't want to be sitting next to little Charlotte and Duncan as they fight over a Raisinet at the midnight screening of Atonement. You wanted kids, so suck it up, walk it off, subscribe to Netflix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If your outgoing phone message is longer than, let's say, the Jean Hersholt Humanitarian of the Year segment of the Oscars, it's time to rerecord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Calling to let your friend know you're running late does not excuse your constantly running late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'd like to say a few words to every crabby traveler who responds with disgust whenever a baby cries on an airplane. Perhaps you don't know how babies work, but there's been a study, and it turns out that giving a 4-month-old the stink eye doesn't actually accomplish anything. Either have a little compassion or a little Ambien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Here's something for any gentleman who may be reading this: If you look good in a Speedo, you will look even better in virtually any other kind of swimsuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am a cynic. I am a pessimist. I came of age with the Watergate hearings playing on the tiny TV in our avocado green kitchen. But every four years I wrestle my apathy into submission, read up on the issues, and cast my ballot. You must vote. I don't care who you vote for (that's not really true—I think you should be penciling in my name), but you've gotta get in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. One word: Floss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Any man who begins a conversation with, "I don't want to hurt your feelings…" is about to hurt your feelings. It's the kind of phrase that's never followed by, "…but I just don't think you're eating enough. Please have more lasagna while I get you a brownie." Other opening gambits that pretty much scream duck-and-cover include: "Don't take this the wrong way…," "You can feel free to say no…," and the always popular "Look…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Enough with celeb gossip. The problems of Britney and Jamie Lynn Spears should not be competing for the headline space in our brains. We have to be smarter than that, and if we're not, we have to pretend that we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Get so excellent at something (long division, friendship, Parcheesi, removing cranberry juice stains, decoupage—it doesn't matter what) that your genius will be impossible to ignore and your legendary expertise at removing cranberry juice stains while dividing six-digit numbers by 37 will either bring you glory beyond your wildest dreams or, at the very least, help you feel vaguely competent as you make your way through the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Allow me to demystify the entire real estate market for you: Gracious means ridiculously small. Quaint means a total wreck and ridiculously small. Spacious, airy, luxurious, and grand all mean ridiculously small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I like a plastic bag and a bottle of water as much as the next self-involved me monkey, but it takes 430,000 gallons of oil to manufacture 100 million grocery bags, and if I were capable of doing even the most basic arithmetic I'd say—well, who are we kidding? I'm not capable of doing even the most basic arithmetic—just know that we're in great danger of making Al Gore really, really mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Words matter. It's time to stop prettifying the ugly stuff. Spousal abuse means wife beating. Global warming means the Earth is toast. Enhanced interrogation means torture. And here's a bit of trivia for you: The Bush administration did not coin the phrase enhanced interrogation. Nor did it come from Jack Bauer on 24. Nope, it was the Gestapo that originated that little bon mot back in 1937.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. To quote Elmer Fudd, "Be bwave, widdoe wabbit." Take a chance, wear your heart on your sleeve, ask the most attractive man in the room to dance, say what you want, demand what you're entitled to. There's a pretty decent chance that you won't get it, but who will you be if you never even try? Note: Only attempt the dance invitation if there's actual music playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Sometimes I worry that we've all become workaholics—because getting through life can be really hard work. But (with apologies to the fine people who pay my salary every week here at the fabulous Hearst Corporation) we need to log off, go home, and remember what it is to have dinner, conversation, and sex…not necessarily in that order.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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I have a tough time letting go and have some control issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Prayer for Serenity&lt;/strong&gt; should be my guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, grant me serenity&lt;br /&gt;to accept the things I cannot change,&lt;br /&gt;courage to change the things I can&lt;br /&gt;and wisdom to know the difference.&lt;br /&gt;Living one day at a time,&lt;br /&gt;enjoying one moment at a time,&lt;br /&gt;accepting hardships as a pathway to peace&lt;br /&gt;taking, as Jesus did, this sinful world as it is,&lt;br /&gt;not as I would have it,&lt;br /&gt;trusting that You will make all things right&lt;br /&gt;if I surrender to Your will.&lt;br /&gt;So that I may be reasonably happy in this life&lt;br /&gt;and supremely happy with You forever&lt;br /&gt;in the next.&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not a really religious person but I do believe in a higher power, something greater than us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this article and had to share it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Affirmation for Letting Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.celebratelove.com/about.htm"&gt;Larry James&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am willing to trust. I know that to the degree I am willing to give up my search for a healthy love relationship, I can have it. I know I can have whatever I am ready and willing to receive. Individual receptivity is everything. Without it, nothing changes. With it, all things are possible. I no longer insist upon my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the only thing I lose when I let go of something I am afraid to live without is the fear itself. I am stronger than anything that frightens me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let go of the past, and I am free to think clearly and positively in the present. I am not my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go is the natural release which always follows the realization that holding on is an energy drain and it hurts. Letting go happens effortlessly when there is no other choice. Letting go does not mean giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LoveNote. . . A life without love in it is like a heap of ashes upon a deserted hearth -- with the fire dead, the laughter stilled, and the light extinguished. - Frank P. Tebbetts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go is a journey that never ends. Never. It only begins -- over and over again -- each time I can glimpse something higher than my own painful certainty over who I think I am. There is always something higher; a life beyond the limits of my present sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see what is farther I must be willing to lift my eyes from their present point of focus. Release always follows revelation and real revelation is always a glimpse of something that was only just out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that stress in my love relationship exists because I insist! What I resist, persists. I am tied to whatever I avoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LoveNote. . . The heart loves, but moods have no loyalty. Moods should be heard but never danced to. - Hugh Prather&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a mistaken belief that I must push my love relationship in the direction I choose that keeps me in a strained and unhappy relationship with it. Reality has its own effortless course, and I can either embrace its way or struggle endlessly with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not need power to flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let go of that part of myself that is certain it is better to suffer and feel like someone than it is to just let go and quietly be no one. I give birth to a new me that never has to hold on to anything because it is already everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare to walk away from all of the familiar but useless mental and emotional relationships that give me a temporary but unsatisfactory sense of self. My true identity is calling me and to hear it I must be willing to endure, for as long as necessary, the fear of self-uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This form of seeming self-abandonment eventually turns into my greatest pleasure as it becomes increasingly evident that the only thing certain about fear is that it will always compromise me. When it comes to who I really am, there is no compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go of the past. The past is yesterday. It is irretrievable. When you relate to the past, you relate to no one or any thing. You are literally talking to yourself. No one else is listening. You have already heard all you have to say about that, so, let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Course in Miracles says, "You cannot really not let go what has already gone. It must be, therefore, that you are maintaining the illusion that it has not gone because you think it serves some purpose that you want fulfilled."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is certifiable insanity to conjure up your own reality based on the past and relate to it, rather than to relate to the present which is the only reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LoveNote. . . Relationships are part of a vast plan for our enlightenment, the Holy Spirit's blueprint by which each individual soul is led to greater awareness and expanded love. Relationships are the Holy Spirit's laboratories in which he brings together people who have the maximal opportunity for mutual growth. - Marianne Williamson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say goodbye to the past and hello to the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enthusiastic about who I am becoming! I know that no one sincerely asks for a new life until they are thoroughly dissatisfied with the old one. I am and I let go. When I allow myself to let go of what is old, I stay true to what is new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that as with all insight, higher understanding itself contains not only the instructions I must follow, but the strength I will need to carry them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting life over again is the key to a new me. I see the beauty and significance of starting over - over and over and over. Every present moment is always new and new is always right now! The new dies to the ever-new in an endless celebration of Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in the present. I never let the past dictate the direction of the present moment. I give my best to my endeavors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What lies ahead for me can only be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True peace and harmony are a part of who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the realization that what is possible for me to become only truly changes when I am willing to see what is impossible for me to continue being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My true nature is already fully independent and flying freely. I have found my wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let go and let God. And so it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LoveNote. . . He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is Love. - I John 4:8 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Sometimes I find myself at wits end just trying to figure out why I do or think the things I do, feel the things I feel or think I feel...when there may be no rhyme or reason at the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes chosen paths collide at points were we begin to learn, maybe it's because it's something we needed to learn and figuring out the reason we did it or how we handled it, may in fact be the real challenge. Happiness is a test we put ourselves through, for some point unknown to us, attitude we make ourselves. I now know that I can't find what I need in others before I was able to find it in myself, no one can give me, me...they can shape me and compel or even perhaps complete me but I can't make this happen, as we all are the same confused children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wants and needs of many outweigh the needs of the few, a poem I wrote long ago when I thought I knew what it meant. This too has changed its shape to me because I now see the self importance of people and how it changes their perspective towards others. We are all the same and there are no borders between us, all emotionally challenged, crippled if you will we struggle to see the next days sun and try to find the answers with questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I struck out in a new path, not really new but while going down the path I found some new answers to some old questions. Is it because I’m getting older that the answers change or is it perspective from age…or is it anything at all but my mind slowly slipping. I felt foolish I felt stupid I felt I had led myself astray from the beliefs I cling too but because I am a woman because I am an animal I am my worst judge and sometimes I should learn to separate consciousness from my reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reassurance of our being of our value of us is in that meaning somewhere, and sometimes I believe we lose that in ourselves if it’s not reinforced by someone, somehow or another but I surely don’t think it’s something we can do alone. Life is truly a battle that we wage each and every min of every day unbenounced to us for no reason at all, a worry. Stress worry and belief, things we carry around our necks like so much of a burden that we may not deserve but cannot cast off. The delicate balance of knowledge and compassion we find for others but never for ourselves we reach out for others to share our pain and to understand us, in fact we scream for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trapped inside ourselves unable to express our needs...is this because we don’t even know what our needs may be? What makes it alright or makes us want to know is a deep question we each must ask ourselves. Why others can see the same things we see but be unable to share with us the common experience is a mystery and I believe it may be due to self-importance. It’s a thing that separates us and causes most of our grief and pain, it’s the reason for war and hate its what divides us and stops us from growing or learning what we must share. Children do not have this and can interact in a manner that surpasses our intellect in many ways. 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That's the beauty of it. Love is an energy. You can feed it to people, and they in turn feed it to others, and eventually it comes back."&lt;br /&gt;—Hill Harper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this quote is true how come there are so many Loveless people/relationships out there??? I think just looking at the divorce rate can be proof of that. Or does life just get too tough and people don't know how to cope so they turn away?? I think people need to try harder and love harder in order to make a change to our world.....someone recently told me that life is beautiful and that people are generally good. I'm struggling to accept and believe that in today's world. Isn't that sad????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I think of life's miracles my faith is restored.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257044277389012194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/SPTF6tJFrOI/AAAAAAAAADM/B98qgKGNYQc/s320/Thanksgiving+weekend+2008+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me that one miracle that seems to make everything ok - is babies. Actually kids in generally really. There is something about a helpless and innocent child that just puts the world back into balance. Maybe that means I should have one??? Not anytime soon thank you!!!! As wonderful and lovely as kids are - I love being able to give them back to their mom/dad once they start crying :) Guess that maternal instinct just hasn't kicked in quite yet....It's surprising how many people ask the question "when are you having kids???" after you get married. Does it make me abnormal to not want kids????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are some thing that I believe/have learned...let's call them My life lessons:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them.&lt;br /&gt;-I've learned that no matter how much I care some people just don't care back.&lt;br /&gt;-I've learned that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.&lt;br /&gt;-I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it.&lt;br /&gt;-I've learned that it's not what you have in your life, but whom you have in your life that counts.&lt;br /&gt;-I've learned that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.&lt;br /&gt;-I've learned that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.&lt;br /&gt;-I've learned that either you control your attitude or it controls you.&lt;br /&gt;-I've learned that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.&lt;br /&gt;-I've learned that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you’ve celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;-I've learned that two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.&lt;br /&gt;-I've learned that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.&lt;br /&gt;-I've learned that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.&lt;br /&gt;-I've learned that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other. And, just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do.&lt;br /&gt;-I’ve learned that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn’t stop for your grief.&lt;br /&gt;-I’ve learned that no matter how you try to protect your children, they will eventually get hurt, and you will hurt in the process.&lt;br /&gt;-I've learned that heroes are people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;-I’ve learned that you can keep going long after you can’t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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This diversity of meanings, combined with the complexity of the feelings involved, makes love unusually difficult to consistently define, even compared to other emotional states.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think most people have been in love - one form or another....my real question is: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it better to love someone.......or receive love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And what about those people who are in love with love?? I fall in that category....I am a highly emotional person and am happiest giving, receiving and hearing about love. Just call me a love junkie. I believe one of the most beautiful forms of love is the unconditional love that occurs between mother and child (ok father and child tooo)...and recently I have discovered being a dog owner - the love of a dog for their owner. There is something so sweet, innocent and special about a dogs love for their owner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok - enough about the L-word.... here is a thought from my daily Kabbalah newsletter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Survival instinct is the most powerful force on Earth, without question. And it's the ego that holds the trophy for the strongest survival instinct of all. The ego doesn't want to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ego wants to keep us all disconnected from peace, love and Light. It wants to keep each of us full of pain, fear and emotional turmoil. It would prefer we be the lamp in the corner covered with drapes of cloth, without even the tiniest bit of Light shining through. That's what it has always wanted - and it is willing to blind us with doubt in an attempt to desperately delay our progress and transformation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Today, just say no to ego (ie. SAY NO TO YOUR DOUBTS!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My daily wisdom - L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ive, Laugh, Love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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As she put it "it is so magical it moved me to tears by the end." I feel the same way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September, 2008&lt;br /&gt;A Newsletter from Oriah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know, my sabbatical ends this month. Some of you have been checking in to see what's next. It's been a challenging and rewarding three years. Like most things in life it didn't go as I'd expected. I wasn't surprised to find that inner stillness and silence were intermittent and inconsistent, at times profound and at other times elusive. It was never, as I'd thought it might be, boring. I was disappointed that my health didn't flourish as I'd hoped it would with lots of rest. A relapse of Chronic Fatigue (CFIDS/ME) in the past year has been discouraging although for the first time guilt free since I knew it had not been triggered by my usual over-doing. As my energy levels stabilize a little more each day I am cautiously optimistic about recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that despite my ever-eager personality and past patterns of drivenness I managed to slow down. I settled into a daily rhythm of slow mornings journaling and reading, and afternoons of cooking large pots of vegetable soup and watching the cardinals at the bird feeder. I loved the daily solitude (Jeff being gone most days from 8 am to 6:30 pm) and often just sat and watched my breath and the world around me for long periods of time. I don't want to paint too idyllic a picture. There have been the usual ups and downs of life, some of them- like my father being diagnosed with Alzheimer's- heartbreaking. But being with whatever comes our way is easier when we aren't hitting the ground running every morning, and the sabbatical's slowness has been a great teacher in being present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About half way through the sabbatical I spoke with my agent about two new book ideas: a novel about a group of lucid dreamers (the adventures of Isabel mentioned in a previous newsletter) and a non-fiction book about faith based on some of my experiences over the last three years. He was enthused (as you'd want your agent to be) and started to talk about publishing possibilities. But I was still in sabbatical mode, so I said, "Joe, I have to wait for God to say 'Go!'" Joe, being Catholic is not offended by the first "G" word, and being an agent, loves the second. I did do some writing, mostly on the novel, but last January I put it aside. I felt that some kind of internal shift needed to happen before I wrote more. I waited for God- the Beloved, the Mystery, the Great Mother- to say "Go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my defense, I have felt Spirit say "Go!" in the past- as in, "Go, leave your job and teach workshops on spirituality!" or "Go back to university and write this book!" It didn't seem to be too much to expect that I would once again feel guided with some kind of hopefully detailed game plan for the next phase of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not what happened. What happened has been and continues to be a slow and gentle unfolding of self knowledge, awareness and acceptance. It's been like a light on a dimmer switch being turned on very slowly, revealing things in the room that have always been there. I discovered that I am an introvert, an extreme introvert, with a highly developed extrovert function. I can do public speaking and teaching, and I certainly value and even enjoy some aspects of these activities, but they cost me, they take energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered that when all else falls away what remains is my writing. I am a lover of stories, of words and the imaginative worlds they evoke. My heart races a little when I begin to read a new book or when I start to write on the first page of a fresh journal. When fear or confusion arise, moving my pen across the page reveals the meaning and the mystery in the life I am living. Writing is my way of praying, of paying attention, of making love to the world, of opening myself to wisdom that is larger than myself. And, being a solitary task, writing suits my introversion well. It does not cost me. It gives me energy. I need to shape my life around my writing. So, as the date for the end of the sabbatical approached, I got ready to launch myself back into writing. I contacted my agent and told him my plans. I set my alarm clock and got geared up to fling myself into eight hours a day of writing as I had done for my earlier books. I had not heard God say "Go!" but the insights about myself seemed sound, the sabbatical was finished, and I felt I could go with what I had- a clear commitment to continue to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And twenty-four hours into my new work schedule, I collapsed. It was like those old cartoons where Wylie Coyote goes barreling straight into the side of the mountain where the Roadrunner has painted a picture of a tunnel on solid rock. Whap! Just like Wylie I hit what felt like a stone wall and slid down in a daze with those little stars and birds flying around my head, although in my case it was a four day migraine and fibromyalgia pain. Lying in bed I prayed, and I listened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did not hear the Presence that is always with me say "Go!" I heard, "Move slowly and soften."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what I keep hearing, whenever I pay attention. I have started to read through the work I'd done on the novel. I am also reading the forty journals I filled over the last three years, finding the ends of threads for the nonfiction book. And each time I pause, I hear it again. "Move slowly and soften." So there will be no eight hour days at the keyboard. I am living- moving, reading, writing, cooking, eating- slowly. And I am softening: to the part of me that wants to run and cannot; to the body that is slowly regaining strength and energy; to impatience, frustration and fear when each arises. I will write these books, and it will take whatever time it takes. I will not be traveling while I write, but I cannot say I will never teach a workshop or do a speaking engagement again. I will move slowly and soften to all the possibilities as they arise, following the ones that fit who I am and serve the writing, and letting go of the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to smile at my resistance to writing this newsletter I wanted to arrive at the end of the sabbatical with some Big News, some kind of Grand Announcement of the vision I had had that would guide the rest of my life. Well the vision I have had is of continuing to be here writing, remembering (and no doubt forgetting and then hopefully remembering again) to move slowly and soften to myself and the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that my fingers are moving on the keyboard I find myself asking, what else did I learn in the last three years? And, in this moment, this is what comes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* That life does not travel in straight lines, does not produce what we think of as clarity according to our preferred time schedule. Life is meandering and messy, full of surprises, confusion and unexpected moments of struggle and beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* That life is short and sweet and hard- too short to wait one more moment to move toward the beauty you love even if it is not what you were taught had "real value" in the world; too sweet to miss the moment that is here by striving to get elsewhere materially or spiritually; too hard too sit in judgment on ourselves or anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* That absolute certainty about life, ourselves, the world or others may temporarily alleviate some of our immediate anxieties but leaves little room for the mystery and makes it difficult if not impossible to cultivate faith. I think of faith as that indescribable experience of the sacred that buoys us up and lets us greet what comes each day- the uncertainty of life- with open hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* That often we have to be willing to act even without certainty, to let our hearts guide us, to be willing to make mistakes, to do the best we can, and let the rest go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* That anxiety is a part of every human life, no matter the circumstances or the perspective. That our hopes and ideals of creating an anxiety-free life cause us to judge ourselves and others and to pull away from life as it is, diminishing the small daily pleasures and putting us on an endless and exhausting treadmill of inner and outer self-improvement. That consciously choosing to be with some anxieties as they arise can sometimes prevent the cultivation of others I know to be life-destroying. So, I willingly embrace the twinge of guilt that arises when I disappoint another rather than cultivate the resentment that can grow from trying to live a life according to someone else's ideas of what is good or right for me. I willingly sit with the small anxiety that arises about future finances instead of moving too quickly to agree to work that I know in my body will most likely create illness at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* That my father was wise, when he told me as I was growing up, "Everyone does the best they can with what they have to work with." How I have struggled with this notion, seeing within and around me actions and attitudes I felt could and should be better. And let's fact it: some days our best is not so good, some days we cause a great deal suffering for ourselves and others. But, when I choose the perspective my father advocated it is easier for me to keep my heart open to all of our human frailties. We are all, in this moment, doing the best we can. What is available to any one of us in the next moment- the quantity and quality of information, energy, courage, awareness, trust, and faith we can access- will change, and so too will our best. But in this moment you and I- everyone, is doing the best they can. There is nothing to be gained by thinking otherwise and everything to be gained by approaching the world and our lives from this perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you be well and happy, Oriah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My apologies if you receive this more than once. Blame it on my computer incompetence and not on any desire to annoy you. O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Not 100% sure why, but life lessons as of late have been just that....inspiring and motivating. I went for a run last night and I'm proud to say I can run about 5-7kms which may not seem that great.....but I have little to no pain in my knees during and after the run. Which to me is a MIRACLE. After my surgeries I literally thought I would never NOT know pain. This is very promising as I am gearing up for a triathlon in Clear Lake in August. I'm going to do the Sprint distance (750m Swim / 20k Bike / 5k Run) with my main goal to do an Ironman Triathlon in my lifetime! They haven't set the official date in August but I have 11 months to prepare and will likely start heavy training 6 months out....for me I don't want my fitness to be about losing weight or looking good (although it often is :) I want it to also be about being in great physical shape. Doing the triathlon and training for it will definitely help me to get there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thought of the day.....why do we always hurt the ones we love the most. Is it because we know that it won't have the repercussions it would with someone you don't know as well ?? As much as this bugs me - it's life and will never change. I try to be conscious of this fact but I am still very guilty for doing it. I guess when you know the right buttons to push you do so willingly for whatever the motivation. I often think that many people are hurting and they want someone else to hurt like they are....I could write forever on this topic but should move along for fear of realizing how much I probably do this myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where do the years go?? It seems that each year goes by faster then the previous...I am reminded of this as it is my baby sister's 23rd Birthday. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday Tammy.&lt;/span&gt; It makes me both happy and sad that it's her birthday. Sad that we can't go back to the days gone past. I've spent many many hours with my sis - having moved so much she was one of the only constants in my life. I sure do miss the days of living in the same house as her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249273480221547586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/SNkqax173EI/AAAAAAAAAC8/XiDSH3rgX-k/s320/angtam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy because she has grown into such a beautiful caring soul. Her strength and heart amaze me daily and I have learned so much from her (although I probably won't admit it outright :) It's her champagne birthday (turning 23 on the 23rd) and she will be celebrating in the states....oh how I wish I didn't have to work! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That's it for now....off to the gym to make myself sore....oh how I love the day after the day after ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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It happens every year around this time. People are getting ready for the long winter ahead. Everyone's internal clocks begin to reset to more darkness and more time indoors. This is the part I dislike about fall/winter. Thankfully I have tons of workout equipment at home and a membership to a great gym.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This weekend was a quiet peaceful one. I spent most of it alone (as per usual lately) or I should say alone but with my faithful sidekick Dutchess. We took a trip out to Cypress Hills West block and had a great time hiking the High-Vista &amp;amp; TCT trail. We only went probably 7kms but 2.5 of that was straight up....the going up was ok but the going down....well let's just say my quads were killing me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are some photos from our adventure... &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/SNeyQTtl0kI/AAAAAAAAACk/YXwlQYPmxFE/s1600-h/view4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248859883962749506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/SNeyQTtl0kI/AAAAAAAAACk/YXwlQYPmxFE/s320/view4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrYc0sNb6FU/SNeyQid0xYI/AAAAAAAAACs/1inNE-47694/s1600-h/view5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248859887923152258" style="FLOAT: left; 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WHAT ARE YOU CRAZY ?? It's true. Monday is back to work and back to a routine....for me that means making sure that I get to the gym and eating healthy. It also means not being so freakin lonely cause I'm at work for most of the day. Kevin has been working like crazy and although I love that he is raking in the $ it's extremely tough sometimes....we are like ships passing in the wind right now. I often wonder - how long is it going to be like this?????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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I know the saying is such a cliche but I believe it with 100% of my being. Living it is another story. I often find myself caught up on the little things and analzying everything that happens to me over and over.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've come to the point though that I believe that s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there... to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson or help figure out who you are or who you want to become. You never know who these people may be but when you lock eyes with them, you know that every moment that you are with them, they will affect your life in some profound way. And sometimes things happen to you at the time that may seem horrible, painful and unfair, but in reflection you realize that without overcoming those obstacles you would have never realized your potential, strength,will power or heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything happens for a reason! Nothing happens by chance or by means of good luck. Illness, injury, love, lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of your soul. Without these small tests, life would be like a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere, safe and comfortable but dull and utterly pointless.The people you meet affect your life. The successes and downfalls that you experience can create who you are, and the bad experiences can be learned from.... In fact, they are probably the most poignant and important ones. If someone hurts you, betrays you or breaks your heart, forgive them because they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart. If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally not only because they love you, but also because they are teaching you to love and open your heart and eyes to the little things. MAKE EVERYDAY COUNT! Appreciate every moment and take from it everything that you possibly can, for you may never be able to experience it again. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talk to people who you have never talked to before, and actually listen. Let yourself fall in love, even if it doesn't seem right because you are too young or too far, just follow your heart. Surround yourself with those who make you smile, laugh, and make you happy. Break free and set your sights high. Hold your head up because you have every right to. Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, for if you don't believe in yourself, no one else will believe in you. Create your own life then LET GO and LIVE IT! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Having compassion for others. Kindness. Non-judgment. Leave the materials behind suckas, and enjoy a really meaningful life!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."~Henry David Thoreau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~If there is no struggle, there is no progress...Frederick Douglass~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Worrying does not empty tomorrow of its troubles.... it empties today of its strength~~To be nobody but yourself in a world that is doing its best to make you just like everybody else means to fight the greatest battle there is to fight and to never stop fighting~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS - NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~What destroys our happiness? Envy. Being busy with desiring what other people have. This takes our focus away from appreciating all the wonderful things we have, leading to a sense of lack and unhappiness. Learn appreciation by imagining what life would be like if the things, people, qualities, abilities you do have were taken away. Every time you find yourself fixated on the glittering lives in the pages of People, or the shiny new toys your neighbor has, bring your focus back to your life. Come back home to yourself, to your life, and look around. What if these things weren’t here tomorrow? How much would you miss them? ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be. -- The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fairness does not govern life and death. If it did, no good person would ever die young." -- Mitch Albom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's ok to be fucked up." -- James Frey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The greatness comes not when things always go good for you. But the greatness comes when you're really tested, when you take some knocks, some disappointments, when sadness comes. Because only if you've been in the deepest valley can you ever know how magnificent it is to be on the highest mountain." -- Richard Nixon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.” Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.” Edith Wharton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I strive to be as good a person as my dog things I am.” Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“People often say that motivation doesn’t last. Well, neither does bathing – that’s why we recommend it daily.” Ziz Ziglar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do not wait; the time will never be ‘just right.’ Start where you stand, and work with whatever tools you may have at your command, and better tools will be found as you go along.” Napoleon Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man’s character, give him power.” Abraham Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.” Confucius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It doesn’t take much to start feeling better. Simply start doing more of what you love and less of what you don’t love.” Alan Cohen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Obstacles cannot crush me. Every obstacle yields to stern resolve. He who is fixed to a star does not change his mind.” Leonardo da Vinci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He who cannot forgive breaks the bridge over which he himself must pass.” George Herbert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Either do or do not; there is no try.” Yoda (George Lucas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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The Teachings of LaoTzu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is a Reason for Everything! The Teachings of LaoTzu, a Legendary Chinese Sage and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chebucto.ns.ca/Philosophy/Taichi/lao.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Father of Taoism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story happened in the days of LaoTzu in China...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an old man in a village, very poor, but even kings were jealous of him because he had a beautiful white horse. Kings offered fabulous prices for the horse, but the man would say, "This horse is not a horse to me, he is a person. And how can you sell a person, a friend?" The man was poor but he never sold the horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, he found that the horse was not in the stable. The whole village gathered and they said, "You foolish old man! We knew that someday the horse would be stolen. It would have been better to sell it. What a misfortune."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/1602063168/ref=nosim/?tag=shirlswellncafen"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The old man said, "Don't go so far as to say that. Simply say that the horse is not in the stable. This is the fact; everything else is a judgment. Whether it is a misfortune or a blessing I don't know, because this is just a fragment. Who knows what is going to follow it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People laughed at the old man. They had always known he was a little crazy. But after fifteen days, suddenly one night the horse returned. He had not been stolen, he had escaped into the wild. And not only that, he brought a dozen wild horses with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the people gathered and they said, "Old man, you were right. This was not a misfortune, it has indeed proved to be a blessing." The old man said, "Again you are going too far. Just say that the horse is back. Who knows whether it is a blessing or a curse? It is only a fragment. You read a single word in a sentence- how can you judge the whole book?". This time the people could not say much, but inside they knew that he was wrong. Twelve beautiful horses had come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/0977269221/ref=nosim/?tag=shirlswellncafen"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The old man had a son who started to train the wild horses. Just a week later he fell from a horse and his legs were broken. The people gathered again, and again they judged. They said, "Again you proved right! It was a misfortune. Your only son has lost the use of his legs, and in your old age he was you only support. Now you are poorer than ever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man said. "You are obsessed with judgment. Don't go that far. Say only that my son has broken his legs. Nobody knows whether this is a misfortune or a blessing. Life comes in fragments and more is never given to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened that after a few weeks the country went to war, and all the young men of the town were forcibly taken for the military. Only the old man's son was left, because he was crippled. The whole town was crying and weeping, because it was a losing fight and they knew that most of the young men would never come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came to the old man and said, "You were right, old man- this has proved a blessing. Maybe your son is crippled, but he is still with you. Our sons are gone forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man said again, " You go on and on judging. Nobody knows! Only say this: that your sons have been drafted and my son has not been drafted. But only God, the total, knows whether it is a blessing or not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chebucto.ns.ca/Philosophy/Taichi/lao.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lao Tsu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; taught that all straining, all striving are not only vain but counterproductive. One should endeavor to do nothing (wu-wei). But what does this mean? &lt;em&gt;It means not to literally do nothing, but to discern and follow the natural forces -- to follow and shape the flow of events and not to pit oneself against the natural order of things.&lt;/em&gt; First and foremost to be &lt;em&gt;spontaneous&lt;/em&gt; in ones actions. In this sense the Taoist doctrine of wu-wei can be understood as a way of mastering circumstances by understanding their nature or principal, and then shaping ones actions in accordance with these. 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My soul counseled me and revealed unto me that love dignifies not alone the one who loves, but also the beloved. Unto that day love was for me a thread of cobweb between two flowers, close to one another; But now it has become a halo with neither beginning nor end,Encircling all that has been, and waxing eternally to embrace all that shall be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul counseled me and taught me to see beauty veiled by form and color. My soul charged me to gaze steadfastly upon all that is deemed ugly until it appears lovely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before my soul had thus charged and counseled me, I had seemed to see beauty like unto wavering torches between pillars of smoke; But now the smoke has dispersed and vanished and I see naught but the burning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My soul counseled me and charged me to listen for voices that rise neither from the tongue nor the throat. Before that day I heard but dully, and naught save clamor and loud cries came to my ears;But now I have learned to listen to silence, To hear its choirs singing the songs of ages, Chanting the hymns of space, and disclosing the secrets of eternity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul spoke to me and counseled me to quench my thirst with that wine which may not be poured into cups,Nor lifted by hands, nor touched by lips.Unto that day my thirst was like a dim spark laid in ashesTo be put out by a drought from any spring; But now my strong yearning has become my cup, Love has become my wine, and loneliness my joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My soul counseled me and charged me to seek that which is unseen; And my soul revealed unto me that the thing we grasp is the thing we desire.In other days I was content with warmth in winter, and with a cooling zephyr in the summer season; But now my fingers are become as mist, Letting fall all that they have held, to mingle with the unseen that I now desire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul spoke to me and invited me to breathe the fragrance from a plant That has neither root nor stalk nor blossom, and that no eye has seen. Before my soul counseled me thus, I sought perfumes in the gardens, In jars of sweet-smelling herbs and vessels of incense;But now I am aware only of an incense that may not be burned, I breathe an air more fragrant than all earth's gardens and all the winds of space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul counseled me and charged me to answer and say: "I follow," when the unknown and the adventurous call unto me.Hitherto I had answered naught but the voice of the crier in the market place, Nor did I pursue aught save roads charted and well trodden; But now the known has become a steed that I mount to seek the unknown,And the road has become a ladder by which I may climb to the perilous summit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul counseled me and admonished me to measure time with this saying:"There was a yesterday and there shall be a tomorrow."Unto that hour I deemed the past an epoch that is lost and shall be forgotten,And the future I deemed an era that I may not attain;But now I have learned this:That in the brief present all time, with all that is in time,Is achieved and come true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul spoke and revealed unto me that I am not bound in space by the words:"Here, there, and over there."Hitherto I stood upon my hill, and every other hill seemed distant and far away;But now I know that the hill whereon I dwell is indeed all hills,And the valley whereunto I descend comprehends all valleys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul counseled me and besought me to watch while others sleepAnd to seek my pillow while they are wakeful,For in all my years I had not perceived their dreams, nor they mine.But now I am winged by day in my dreaming,And when they sleep I behold them free upon the night,And I rejoice in their freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul counseled me and charged me lest I be exalted because of over praiseAnd lest I distressed for fear of blame.Until that day I doubted the work of my own handiwork;But now I have learned this:That the trees blossom in spring, and bear fruit in summer,And drop their leaves in autumn to become utterly naked in winter Without exaltation and without fear or shame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul counseled me and assured meThat I am neither higher than the pygmy nor lower than the giant.Before that day I beheld mankind as two men,The one a weakling whom I derided or pitied,And the other a mighty man whom I would either follow, or oppose in rebellion.But now I know that I was formed even from the same dust of which all men are created,That my elements are their elements, and my inner self is their inner self. My struggle is their struggle, and their pilgrimage is mine own.If they transgress, I am also the transgressor,And if they do well, then I have a share in their well-doing.If they arise, I too arise with them; if they stay behind, I also, to company them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul counseled me and instructed me to see that the light which I carry is not my light,That my song was not created within me;For though I travel with the light, I am not the light,And though I am a lute fastened with strings,I am not the lute-player.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My soul counseled me, my brother, and enlightened me. And oftentimes has your soul counseled and enlightened you. For you are like me, and there is no difference between us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Save that I speak of what is within me in words that I have heard in my silence, And you guard what is within you, and your guardianship is as goodly as my much speaking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This poem points to the truth of who we really are, and how who we are differs from what the world teaches us about who we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My thoughts:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything happens for a reason,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never Give up,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fight for what you believe in,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Follow your heart, even when it doesn't seem right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and Stay True to yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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