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"You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness." ~Jonathon Safran Foer~

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Creating, becoming, always taking in what those in my life give to me.*******These gifts from others, they are great, if only we accept them.Each encounter we experience helps create who we are.If we let it happen.*******I.I am learning to accept these gifts.Slowly.*******So much pain we bring into our lives.Do your remember time as a child?Each day was a forever day.As adults we wonder not where

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Until a few days ago, I don't think I've ever really considered the question, "What would bring me to my knees?"In my own ambigous way, I am a spiritual person.I've prayed to, thanked, ranted at, questioned, and ignored my ambiguously thought of God(s) many times in my 50 plus years on this earth.But no person or event, nothing, has ever literally brought me to my knees.Not until last Sunday

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"To cement a new friendship, especially between foreigners or persons of a different social world, a spark with which both were secretly charged must fly from person to person, and cut across the accidents of place and time." The Ape in Me, 1959 ~Cornelia Otis Skinner~"The accidents of place and time". They say timing is everything. It is, can be.I've felt this "spark" several times in my

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I remember the first time I read Robert Munsch's Love You Forever to my then young son. I cried, I think it took 3 or 4 bedtime readings before I didn't cry sometime during the reading of it.Until I had my first child, I had no true understanding of how deeply one human being can love another. I believe this to be different for each individual, for me, it took having children to learn this.Love

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About three years ago, I posted two of my favorite poems by Ted Kooser from his book Valentines, the story behind the book is really special if you want to check it out.This Valentine's Day, my favorite Story People Poem by Brian Andresseems to touch my heart the most, bringing memories.I read once that the Egyptians have fifty words for sand& the Eskimos had five hundred words for snow. I wish I

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I think I am depressed.Why I don't know.I have accomplished much in recent months.The long list of tasks I had wanted to accomplish has most items marked off.So, why, why, do I feel so sad?I seem to be unwilling to contemplate this malaise I feel.Is it my job? Eh, mebbe...more often of late the answer is yes.My love life...not so much, but, I must ask myself, why am I so fearful of committing?My

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Sulfur Well, Kentucky.A place in history.Many years ago, folks from hundreds of miles away visited this place to partake of the healing waters. I tasted the water. All I can say is...yuck!At one time it was prosperous, two hotels were located there. Many mudbaths were taken, and oodles of water was drunk. In addition there was music, lots of music abounded at this wondrous place.Today, not much

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she thought she was broken, but she looked up into the blue&white sky& decidedshe's justa little cracked

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For many years, I've wondered how my parent's generation, and the one before them were/are going to deal emotionally with living so long. This is a new thing, so many living well past the age of 80. These two generations have lived such emotionally stoic lives there's a lot of emotional baggage weighing heavily on their backs.Some professionals in the geriatric field believe many of the

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It's raining, it's late, I should be sleepiing. I can't.Chelsea has surgery on Monday, I'm Ok with that, sort of.The snow has finally all melted, and my yard can officially be named the Bone Yard. The neighbors dog has spent the winter dragging road kill into my yard. Fluffy bits of fur and large and small bones, litter my yard.My spetic system is messed up, another expense I wasn't expecting. I

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Memories assail me, of the me I used to be, or, thought I used to be. My eyes refuse to bleed the necessary tears. I ask, I seek, I have no answers. Every woman finds herself in my place at some point. Do these women I do not know find their answers? I seek, it seems I am always seeking, but, maybe, seeking is not the answer. A line from a movie...."Life changes with each breath we take." Maybe..

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I received this story in a recent email. The saddest thing about this tale? Through my work, I've met so many of the frail elderly who are living just such a life. Their caregivers are too self-involved, too overwhelmed, too angry, too...something... to realize what they are doing to their "loved ones".A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year-old grandson. The old

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THE PATH WITH A HEARTAnything is one of a million paths. Therefore you must always keep in mind that a path is only a path; if you feel you should not follow it, you must not stay with it under any conditions. To have such clarity you must lead a disciplined life. Only then will you know that any path is only a path, and there is not affront, to oneself or others, in dropping it if that is what

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I've finally learned a most valuable lesson, one that had to be beaten into me, but I learned it.Trust myself first and last.

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Today was one of those days, it didn't seem to matter what I attempted to do, I would end up breaking, spilling, tearing, tripping, stuttering, or just plain doing it all wrong.

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There once was a girl...Who was that girl?There is a woman...Who is this woman I have become?Questions.I turned 50 one week ago.It was a wonderful day, and a sad day.Not sad because I am 50.The age thing...isn't bothering me. Surprisingly.But the day itself.I had expectations.Expectations I hadn't realized I had, until...they didn't materialize.Thus, there were at times, during the day.

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RULES FOR BEING HUMAN1. YOU WILL RECEIVE A BODY.You may like it or hate it, but it will be yours for a lifetime.2. YOU WILL LEARN LESSONS.You are enrolled in a full-time informal school called LIFE. Each day in this school you will have the opportunity to learn lessons. You may like the lessons or think them irrelevant and stupid. But, you will have the opportunity.3. THERE ARE NO MISTAKES ONLY

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Stumbling along, at times feeling lost, I know the path is there, it's a sandy one, I'm barefoot, I can feel the smooth grains of sand between my toes, but, I can't see the path, it's hidden, my guide star dimmed by the clouded night sky, I keep moving, my steps slowing, faltering, telling myself go slow, don't hurry, you will arrive when you are supposed to, hoping the small glowing lights in

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There've been many thoughts and emotions /pulsing gently through me of late, a stray thought or feeling that has left me thinking, "I really need to journal this, I need to examine it more deeply."But, I haven't taken the time.I 'm quite content (most of the time) with my life right now. Even though, there is nothing of major import going on, just life.My life...I work, I like my work, many days,

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I've had a lot of little stressful things happen of late that would be so easy to turn into small catastrophes.Going back to my old house to get some of my things was not a good day, it was an experience I sincerely hope is never repeated. It was a good reminder though, of exactly why I left my marriage. A needed reminder.I've also found out I have to orthopedic surgery on my left elbow, there's

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“I’ll try” means “I think I can't.” That's why trying doesn't accomplish anything but trying. Rather than try, do it!~Lester Levinson~ A Quote from Today's Daily OM"There are many ways that you can serve the world. Imagine the impact we would have on the environment if we picked up one piece of trash off the street everyday and chose not to drive our car once a week. Even gardening tactics such

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With the changes in my life, and spring SPRINGING all around me too, there's so much traversing through my mind I can't seem to stick with any task for long.My home has been torn apart for the past 10 days, with STUFF stacked everywhere because I've been painting in preparation for picking up my furniture from the Ex this Saturday. Add in the advent of spring, and my imagination keeps turning to

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Writing out my thoughts, fears, wishes, dreams, writing about the happenings in my life...all of that used to seem to just flow from brain to fingertips to keyboard. I seem unable to write a coherent thought anymore. Tonight is no exception. I feel the need to organize and understand my thought processes. Maybe, life would seem clearer, and I better able to focus on the daily tasks of life, if I

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Wedding DayBeen lots of stuff floating around in my head these last few days.A friend recently asked me, "So Ms. Delight, now that you are divorced, what are you going to to do with the rest of your life?"My reply, "Uh, I have no clue."But, I do have an inkling.Two years ago, I told a special someone, that in my heart of hearts I knew I couldn't really make any plans for a future loving

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Petitioner. Respondent. by Counsel. Dissolution of Marriage.There has been an irretrievable breakdown of the marriage of the parties, and said marriage should be dissolved.IT IS THEREFORE ORDERED, ADJUDGED AND DECREED by the Court that the marriage of the parties is hereby dissolved...ALL OF WHICH IS ORDERED this 15 day of January, 2009.* * * * * * *Words, words that jumped out at me this morning

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Random notes to remind myself that no matter how often I try to convince myself otherwise, life can be pretty OK sometimes.There are days when I feel as if my entire life is one humongous mess...but then something happens to allow me to prove to myself that I'm just not as bad as I try to convince myself I am.I did another presentation tonight...the subject was one I am far from expert on, but

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Honesty. Truth.Two things I keep saying are what I seek in this life.In the seeking, I first must be honest with myself.It ain't pretty, it ain't easy, in fact it fucking hurts, but I'm tryin'.Torn.

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but, it doesn't feel like a new year to me yet.Photo title: The Old Moon in the New Moon's ArmsI haven't made any resolutions, and have no desire to do so at this particular juncture.In recent days, like so many others', I've attempted to revisit the important occurrences of 2008, (those important to me anyway). As I looked backward in time, I found I also had to revisit 2007, because by early

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...since I've published anything.I've written a lot, but, I can never seem to hit the publish button. It's all been a mishmash of thoughts, with nothing really concrete coming through. I've insulated myself from just about everything these past weeks, family, friends, coworkers, blogs, email, current events, you name it, I've been hiding from it. My distance has really been noticed by my

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A good day...The day I took this photo was a good day. I spent a weekend morning working in a county far to the south of me, and the afternoon exploring. In my explorations I came across this wonderful old abandoned house and did not fight the compunction to explore it. Unfortunately I didn't have the courage to stay long, as I ventured up the stairs to further satisfy my curiosity, the wind

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I am ...A womanWith a full heart, hidden...Somewhere in an empty room ...With eyes not quite of autumn's gold, and yetNeither all of summer's green;I wonder ...If love is a tale made for children --A granting of sweet dreams in their innocence -A honey-coating to help their throats choke down the bitter draught ...I hear ...A voice that whispers warnings, half-formed,Bodiless as hope, until I

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So much going on inside me, and I don't know what to do with it all.I end up asking myself, "WHAT, what do you want, what do you dream of, WHAT, WHAT, WHAT?!!"It seems I am afraid of the answers.Ever make one of those charts? The pro and con kind?I have, many times. When a decision seemed too difficult, when I couldn't get a true gut reading, I would chart it all out in an attempt to find some

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Sometime last week, I wrote an entry about what I have come to view as my path to self-destruction (didn't publish it). They keep coming back to me though, those words I journaled.I've been thinking about the past, the present, and the future. I've been thinking about all the years and years worth of words I have written in the attempt to understand the things I do, don't do, and a way to accept

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His birthday was Tuesday, he would have been 60. Turning 60 bothered him, for he was in love with a woman my age, and worried there were too many years between them.He was the kindest, gentlest man I have ever, EVER, met. He had a tormented soul, but loved so hard, so fully. He was the best father, when his children hurt, he hurt, he simply loved them. The day he disappointed them, he fell apart,

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Yesterday, was supposed to be D-Day, the date of the final hearing, instead we began mediation proceedings. I went into it not knowing what to expect. I made attempts to appear relaxed, aloof. Didn't work, but I tried. I did OK the first two hours, but by the third I was fading. I felt bruised and fragile. Still do.I honestly don't know what I am supposed to be feeling. Is there a supposed to

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"Leaning out as far as she can, hoping she'll fall soon, so she can stop worrying about whether it will happen or not. "

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It seems ... nothing.Or... not much.There is so much I feel the need to write, but the words don't or won't come.There are words drifting across my mind, but they don't stay for long.Grace. Distant. Time. Need. Unavailable. Dissonant. Blind. Manipulation. Loss. Fate. Vague. Falsehood. Hidden. Running. Courage. Fear. Guilt. Remembrance. Missing. Beauty. Faith. Secrets. Comparisons. Wanting.

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Cravin' Melon, Come UndoneUncertainty has had me withdrawing, creating distance. I knew I was doing it, but seemed unable to prevent it. Chels recently told me I have been too guarded in recent months. I have been. I was rebuilding my protective walls. Uncertainty and fear sending me into hiding. I love her for telling me, as I was unaware of how far away I had become. Closing up, hiding inside

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The first time I heard this song it hit me squarely in the heart. I still cry, and will forever cry every time I hear it. Why, oh why, do we seem unable to lay ourselves open, to take the risk, to bare our hearts to those we love?"Naked" by the BodeansBaby, ask me anything that you wantAnd I'll look you in the eye nowThere can be no surprisesIf we mean what we sayI've been around the blockAnd

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Revised post. I took my blogs offline for several days, running away from my emotions, from myself, from everything. I tried to shut everyone in my life out, thinking I would quiet the emotional storm filling me. It didn't work, I haven't been able to sleep or eat for several days. So, I switched myself back on, trying to resolve my confusion, doing some very intense internal self examination. At

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From the time I learned to read, I have devoured the written word. I was voracious in my appetite to lose myself in the words of others.For several years, I'd felt I had lost some of that, the knack of losing myself in a novel, or staying with a piece of nonfiction because I found the subject matter fascinating. The words seemed to get lost in the foggy void of depression I guess. I suppose if

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So when do you know you've become who you wanted to be? Do we ever?Maybe a part of it, is also asking the questions ...As a youngster, what did you dream of? Who were you in those dreams? What ignited your inner passions? What did you think being an adult, being grown up meant?I've known for 31 years what and who I wanted to be when I was a 'grown up'. My chosen field of study in college, that

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Various ponderings, wonderings, and meandering thoughts on love.Love is a very confusing emotion to me, romantic love that is. It's a crap shoot. We never know when it will strike, or at least we think we don't. So many times a lover says, "I wasn't looking for love, I was quite content with my life, and then he/she popped into my life, and suddenly I'm in love. My life's changed, I can't live

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Do you know what it's like to fall on the floorAnd cry your guts out 'til you got no moreHey man now you're really livingHave you ever made love to a beautiful girlMade you feel like it's not such a bad worldHey man now you're really livingNow you're really giving everythingAnd you're really getting all you gaveNow you're really living whatThis life is all aboutWell i just saw the sun rise over

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The property I now live on was once owned by an elderly gentleman "junker". Some might label him a "hoarder". He seemed to have a particular propensity for machinery. Old, to very old, machinery, cars, tractors (lawn, garden, and the larger variety), and bicycles. I didn't know about the bicycles until recently. Buried away, hidden away, covered in years and years of dust, in far corners of the

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Jewel WeedAside from being a delicate little beauty, its sap is a great antidote to itchy insect bites.In recent months I've been isolating myself more and more, here online, as well as in my 3D world. The limbo land of divorce, worry about my future finances, and my propensity to sink into depression have all fed into my need for isolation. I can't do much about the divorce yet, although the end

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It's my birthday, 49 today. I've been feeling quite melancholy for several weeks now, and having trouble putting my finger on exactly why. I keep telling myself how great my life really is. That I have so much to be grateful for.I have wonderful friends, loving friends, friends who gift me daily with their love and support. I have a totally insane, completely dysfunctional family, but they love

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Of late, I haven't been able to write anything, nada, zilch. Journaling has been my outlet for so much of my life, I feel somehow unfinished when I am unable to pen (or type) my thoughts.I've come to realize these many years and years of digging into my own psyche, these years spent trying to understand my failings (of course I never dig deep to understand my successes) have taken their toll.

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OnePlusYou Quizzes and WidgetsThe above score, Very High-Productive Worker, Jittery, was me at 10:15 PM. Dunno why I feel so tired...maybe I just have a very fast index finger.I can't imagine what it would have been at 10:15 this morning, after I'd had 4 large mugs of coffee!Mr. Son at 8:30 PM. came in at the delusions of Godhood stage...too many cans of Red Bull methinks.

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No matter what situations life throws at you...No matter how long and treacherous your journey may seem...Remember, there is a light at the end of the tunnel.

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In this process called divorce, I must admit I had many preconceived notions before it all came to pass.I thought it would be over with by now...silly me.For the first year, it was I who had to start each new stage, and I who procrastinated with each one. Not because I did not want the divorce, not that at all. It was because I feel my pain, his pain, and my children's pain with each additional

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"Ahmad Fadam was a member of the Iraqi staff in the newsroom of The New York Times in Baghdad. He left Baghdad in May to take up a visiting fellowship at the University of North Carolina..."I find his story fascinating, informative, and feel he is just one of the many Iraqi's all American's need to hear/read.Ahmad's DiaryAhmad's PodcastsAhmad's Blog

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wonderfulif there were no bombings tomorrow?Sigh.

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June was a very busy month. My coworkers and I spent several weeks busily putting the finishing touches to a huge first-time ever event, finally reaching the culmination point of months and months of work at the end of June. An event that turned out to be more successful than we had dared to dream.But, prior to the event, I didn't know it would end successfully. There is an old maxim, "Too many

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A much touted word of late.With several definitions it seems.There is Bush Regime/Republican pretend patriotism, which is accompanied by accessories that must be worn at all times, these accessories include a flag lapel pin, blinders, and a gag. The gag is optional if one has the ability to scream over, and drown out, those that disagree with the right wing conservative and/or evangelical

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Miss Daughter and I went on a little shopping trip this evening.Two stores, several purchases.At store number one, due to a broken condom 6 weeks ago, a late period, and the possibility of the morning after pill not working. I purchased her an at-home pregnancy test.At store number two, the purchases consisted of two vibrators... both very pretty in varying shades of blue, (one for her, one for

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It stormed today, the skies pouring sheets of water down upon us.All work stopped as the heavens thundered above us, as the lights flickered and computer screens went black. I wandered to the nearest window, but there were too many other people there, watching as the wind tossed billows of water, and debris along the street outside. Soon, I moved to the back of the building and opened the rear

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I did a somewhat bizarre thing today.I rescued a rather large population of helium balloons from annihilation.During the noon hour, I volunteered at an event in which a portion of the table decorations were trios of helium balloons. After the event, as we cleared the tables, I noticed the other volunteers beginning to pop the balloons.I couldn't stand it, "Stop! Stop, don't pop them all!""We're

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The past has left it's mark on me, and on those I love. There is no escape from this.There are times still...when I hide...but I cannot always hide...someday the hiding will stop.In this life we have choices, more sometimes than we wish.These choices sometimes have me faltering, all progress halted.There are days when I find myself hurrying to and fro, I exit a doorway, walk forward two or three

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I am beginning to feel movement in my life. I am learning (or at least I think I am learning) certain truths I have never really known before. I am beginning to feel life again.I've come to realize I really, really, really, really do not wish to think about stuff anymore. I want to do, or not do, as the feelings come. I am changing, or maybe, moving on, is a better way to put it.Some of the stuff

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For weeks, (months?), my body has been filled with tension, and has exhibited many of the various symptoms that stress uses to get our attention. Also the emotional me has been flitting about hyper-actively. None of which is really new for me. Except, of late, I am more aware of the ambiguous nature most of my thoughts follow. My over-analysis of self, my self-involvement, or self-absorption

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The room was dark, I could barely see the outline of her head on the pillow, I placed a kiss on her cheek, and whispered, "Good night, I love you.""I love you too Mommy."The world righted itself, my heart felt an ease it had not felt for days, my soul smiled.

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Five days, four nights, hundreds of people, hours of walking, nine workshops, myriads of sights, sounds, and scents. Of most importance though, five people, five souls who touched my life briefly but oh-so-intensely. Four of which I met, and one I did not meet, but would love to, an artist who's work I had somehow never encountered before, Markus Pierson. An artist who's words resonate within me

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I woke up this morning, and it all hit me...OMG! I have so much to do! How will I get it all done?So, I started rewriting my To Do list, as this usually helps calm me, I become more focused and can prioritize.But, suddenly it has morphed into...multiple lists.I know what I have to do, I know how to do it. I know who to delegate to. Yet, my anxiety level always goes ballistic every time I look at

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It's been one of those weeks, when each day felt as if it were a week in itself. I know a part of my exhaustion comes from the fact I am still recovering from my bronchial virus...a slow steady recovery...too slow...I still sound like I am coughing up a lung... that's a lovely image isn't it?Added to that, I have several deadlines approaching (gasp! rather quickly!), so my stress level keeps

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It hit me hard, and once it did, I couldn't get it out of my mind. I was filled with an insatiable craving, filled with the desire to revel in its sinfully rich decadence.I kept imagining the pure bliss of that first bite...imagining my teeth lightly crunching through the flaky thin outer layer, and into the moist, ooey gooey chocolatey caramel center, tasting the sweet earthiness of pecans

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"The Direction Of Happiness ~Leaving A Relationship~ One of the hardest decisions we ever make in life is leaving a long-term relationship that just isn’t working. When attempts at repairing and working out issues aren’t working, it may be time to examine moving on. We are emotional creatures, and when our heartstrings are tied to those of another, separating from that person can feel like an act

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I find these thought provoking.Jele (noun, pronounced "jelly"): Obscure journalism jargon for a showcase story that lasts through the weekend.Common Ties asks the world 20 questions, pair the answers with art, and publish their favorites every Friday.There are many more at Common Ties.The Questions:1. What door do you wish you never opened?2. What is your most obsessive thought?3. Where is your

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Hillary visited my hometown this evening, I went, I saw, I heard, I was impressed for the most part. I went as an Obama supporter. I left an Obama supporter, but I also left with the knowledge that if for some idiotic reason he does not get the nomination, I can switch my support to Hillary with no qualms. There are a few issues I don't agree with her on, there are some kinks in her health care

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Chris Rea's voice in this song fills me with such peace, when I listen it is a lullaby sung directly to my soul. I'm more than ready for sweet dreams this night.Wishing myself sweet dreams, and no coughing, I am so weary of coughing.There is no video, only his voice.

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A phone call came late this afternoon from my son.After our first few sentences, I actually started taking notes during the conversation, I didn't want to forget any of the important parts, because it really shook me up, more than I would have imagined. I have no idea what to think, what to feel. I am hopeful, yet that hope is tinged with disappointment. I had to ask myself so many questions

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It's prom weekend here, and I am a little blue. Miss Daughter decided she did not wish to attend hers. Her reasoning is sound, she knew she and Boyfriend would not enjoy themselves. But, I am a bit woebegone about it. I really looked forward to seeing her in her finery, Boyfriend too. They make a very nice looking couple, they are well-matched in coloring, looks, and height. Even knowing, I

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My son's backpack arrived at the bus station today, untouched, all in order. The last I heard from him, he was camping at a state park for the night, then starting out for the trail in the morning.In my attempts to help him locate the pack, I became a member of a hiker's forum, where I encountered a wonderful group of people. I hope he has the opportunity to meet some of them during his

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* * * * * * *ON THE TRAIL?I wrote last week of how much I knew I would miss my son while he is away.Today, I am hoping I will miss him.His trip has not had the most auspicious of beginnings.He boarded his bus on Friday morning...Miss Daughter and I said our goodbyes, and cried as we knew would. But we were also filled with hope for him and faith in him.He arrived in Gainesville, Georgia Saturday

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I have been examining this recent mood of mine. In the process of self-examination I have arrived at several conclusions.Without even really realizing it, I have been editing what I write here, just because it is read. I am of the mindset, that an occasional comment is useful in the learning process, but, if I am unable to post my honest emotions then I need to take the blogs private. This is a

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A few days ago, someone said to me, "You're in a mood."Which took me aback at first, but he was right. I was in a mood, and have been off and on for several days.I am in a mood...A mood in which I really don't see much in my life that I really like lately.I can take it apart, examine each small part, and always, always find something positive, but damn it all, sometimes I really just need to NOT

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If a cow laughed real hard would milk come out of her nose?I feel as if I am entering an unfamiliar world, there are so many emotions peculating within me.Change is in the air, palpably so.Spring is finally truly here, and with the coming of the sun, my mind has lost the last of its cotton batting, I am full of wants, wishes, dreams, and needs.Mr. Son leaves tomorrow. I am excited for him,

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Dear Friends and Fans: Like most of you, I've been following the campaign and I have now seen and heard enough to know where I stand. Senator Obama, in my view, is head and shoulders above the rest. He has the depth, the reflectiveness, and the resilience to be our next President. He speaks to the America I've envisioned in my music for the past 35 years, a generous nation with a citizenry

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My son is leaving on Friday.He is of the age when many are graduating from college, (in fact many of his friends are doing just that this spring), he is not moving away to start his life/career as an adult, he is not going off to war. He is attempting to fulfill a dream. A dream he has had since the age of 12, a dream he attempted once before.~~~My son, this young man I love so much, approached

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A totally unscientific theory of personality.~~~An area of interest to me for most of my adult life, which has filtered through my puny brain in various guises for a long time, is the development of personality. Which has intertwined itself, with my ever constant, sometimes rather narcissistic search for the who of me (or whole me).This idea of the forming of our personality, is somehow, mixed

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Weirdly enough, though life has been rather frenetic this week, even overwhelming at times. I find myself feeling mostly...serene.Yesterday, Miss Daughter received an OSS...which means...OUT OF SCHOOL SUSPENSION for one day. You may ask why...I know I did. She skipped her last hour...18 times! Why did she skip? It seems she is just too stressed out by the end of the day.Me, being me, my first

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Because, tonight, it really, really speaks to me. I lost it allYou got it backBelieved in meWhen I gave up on myself againA sudden rainRevealed your faceI knew right thenNo matter whereI go I'd have your hand to holdWe will sink andWe will swimTil' the ocean turns to sandWe will laughWe will cryTil' there's no more breath insideCause we will sinkBut we will

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Have you noticed how "being in the moment", or "mindfulness", is becoming more and more mainstream in our society? I hope it continues to become important to many more people.Mindfulness is an important concept, one that has been around for centuries, especially in various religions.For so many years we have idolized the Type A personality, the successful multi-tasker. I have done so myself

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Twenty-two years and one day ago today, I gave birth to my first child. A boy child. A beautiful baby boy.From the moment I found out I was pregnant, I studied everything I could on childbirth and parenting, wanting to be the best parent I could be.With all of that knowledge in my brain, the day he was born I should have been frightened. I went into labor four and a half weeks early.But, nope, I

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* * * * * * *I do not do much to pamper myself, the one thing I do, is get a manicure at least once a month. I think I have ugly fingers, longer nails somehow make me feel better about them. I suppose due to the fact that longer nails...give me the perception of having long fingers. I like long slender fingers, they have a grace about them. One of my old clients, Charlie Mae, age 94, has the most

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It started with a mouse.* * * * * * *A few weeks ago, about 6:00 in the morning, I saw a small gray mouse running across my kitchen counter.My internal conversation went something like..."I haven't seen or heard a mouse all winter, why now when the weather is warming? Should I buy some mouse traps? Nah, I hate the guillotine type, and the sticky traps are even worse, so cruel. I know! I need a

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When will we listen, when will we learn? * * * * * * *"We have spent lives and wealth without limit in pursuit of an unworthy goal, preserving our own power and prestige while laying waste the unfortunate lands of ..."H. G. Wells, the English novelist and historian, once wrote: The true strength of rulers and

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I don't think I have ever written about this part of my life. I have kept it separate for a very long time. But for some reason, recently I have come to realize, it too is a part of my story, and since this and my other blogs, are my story, my journals, it is time I write of it also.We found each other through our blogs, back in the beginning of 2007. Another online friend directed me to his blog

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When I drink socially, with friends, or family, there is always food available to share, to enjoy together. We laugh, eat, talk, eat, joke, eat, drink. We munch and crunch. Together.It is a sharing, these friends mixed with food and drink, it feels right.When I drink alone, there may be food available, yet I don't eat. I can even start the evening hungry, yet it gets lost, I no longer feel it. I

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The sunshine is out there my friend, waiting to warm you.SUCH SINGING IN THE WILD BRANCHESIt was springand finally I heard himamong the first leaves -then I saw him clutching the limbin an island of shadewith his red-brown feathersall trim and neat for the new year.First, I stood stilland thought of nothing.Then I began to listen.Then I was filled with gladness -and that’s when it happened,when I

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Lesson Number One: If you are going to do something spontaneous...make sure you are dressed for said spontaneous activity. (Just how one does this for a spontaneous activity I am not quite sure...maybe keep a packed bag in the trunk...so I am ready for anything? Hmm, I used to do it for my kids...it was called a "Diaper Bag", mine can be my "Spontaneity Bag".)I had to run some errands Friday

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Unity: Undivided or unbroken completeness or totality...Serenity: an absence of mental stress or anxiety.Tranquility: an untroubled state, free from disturbances.Contentment: a state of mind in which one's desires are confined to his lot whatever it may be.Curiosity: the desire to learn or know about anything; inquisitiveness.Joy: the emotion of great delight or happiness caused by something

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Meeting his eyes with my own, I smiled and said, "Well then, today, I have served my purpose."* * * * * * * Our offices are side by side. He is a coworker, and becoming a friend. We notice when the other is not quite up to par. We exchange the usual office banter on a daily basis, and both of us drink way too much coffee, often grumbling over who had to make the last pot. On a few rare

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I am flawed. I am human. I make mistakes, unfortunately more often than I wish to contemplate, I make the same mistake several times over before I learn from the making of it.I have spent my life punishing myself for not being what I considered as close to perfect as I could be. I have also spent most of my life punishing myself because another also considered me imperfect.I have always known I

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Icy fingers of doubt slid up her spine, gripping her mind with a sudden blast of fear, "What have I done? Why did I need to revisit this place? Its all wrong, so very wrong."Alone. Bereft. A gray forlorn figure blinded by tears, and the immensity of loss. No stars or moon to shed their comforting luminance, the sound of aged brown leaves whirling in the breeze her only company.Spirit bleak, lost

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Draped upon the edge of exhaustion. I have been feeling such for days now.Today, was/is Monday, and I think it is truly one of the few times in which I truly knew why some people say they dislike Mondays. It felt as if I were moving through a light fog of fatigue...the more alert I tried to become...the more difficult it became. 'Twas indeed a relief when the work day approached its end.I realize

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All the puppies have been adopted!I was so afraid I wouldn't find homes for them all. Huge, huge sigh of relief.They all have such sweet, gentle dispositions it was an easy task. Each and every person that met them...immediately wanted them. I am amazed that all eight are so mellow in personality (canineality?), they are lovely animals, and I am sure they will grow into beautifully behaved pets,

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* * * * * * *Recently I took an online relationship/personality profile test.The final analysis surprised me in some ways...in others it seemed right on target.I dunno, something to think on...* * * * * * *Agreeableness: Taking Care of Others, or Taking Care of YourselfYou Are Best Described As:Usually taking care of others.Words That Describe You:Understanding Unquestioning Humane

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