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LIVING OUR QUESTIONS-OPEN TO SPIRIT OF WHAT YOU LOVE |
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LIVING OUR QUESTIONS-OPEN TO SPIRIT OF WHAT YOU LOVE. Good Morning Friends, Could you take a moment to think about what it is you love? Stop and breathe) Can you feel the effects in your body? Where do you feel it? HAVE SOME FUN WITH THIS. PLAY PLAY PLAY–NOBODY HAS TO KNOW, IT’S ALL GOING ON IN THE PRIVACY OF YOUR OWN MIND. ENJOY. Cynthia PS THOUGHTS BECOME THINGS, SO THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU LOVE😎. This entry was posted on Monday, September 14th, 2009 at 3:01 pm and is filed under Uncategorized. Which I ex...
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LIVING OUR QUESTIONS–ARE OUR INTIMATE RELATIONSHIPS REFLECTIVE OF OUR CONNECTION WITH SELF. |
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LIVING OUR QUESTIONS–ARE OUR INTIMATE RELATIONSHIPS REFLECTIVE OF OUR CONNECTION WITH SELF. At times I wonder about the judgment I sometimes have for those closest to me. On occaison I have judged one or more of “being selfish” which immediately sets me up to be “better than”. After all I am so kind, generous, loving and COMPROMISING! What’s wrong with them? Is there something wrong with them or the lens through which I choose to see them? Can I treat others any differently than I treat myself? Labeling ...
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Wicked Thistle: Thank You, Anonymous Posters, For Saving My Bacon
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I can't explain this. Sunday, January 20, 2013. Thank You, Anonymous Posters, For Saving My Bacon. Around this house here it's the early hours of the morning. At 8:13, not a creature is stirring, nor will one be for quite some time. Ahh.mama gets some me-time. I've turned the pellet stove on, fixed myself a cuppa cuppa, and have managed to convince myself that this cold in my nose is just serious enough to take myself out of the food preparation arena for the day. Many thanks for sharing! In these untest...
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Wicked Thistle: An Ode to Carin, Who Hung This Poem on Her Office Door
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I can't explain this. Tuesday, May 28, 2013. An Ode to Carin, Who Hung This Poem on Her Office Door. I bit my tongue and stood in line. With not much to believe in. I bought into what I was sold. And ended up with nothing. I looked about and soon I knew. That I was not alone. The mass of empty faces. Gave appearances of clones. How long, I wondered, do we wait. Before one of us breaks,. Will it be the man with narrowed eyes. Or the dreadlocked granola flake? The light stopped flashing and soon there was.
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Wicked Thistle: That's What You Get For Thinking You Know What's Coming Next
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I can't explain this. Sunday, December 9, 2012. That's What You Get For Thinking You Know What's Coming Next. Three years and two days ago, Max got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I happily said yes, knowing that I was really agreeing to marry into a family. I gained the promise of two stepsons that night. It was a very sweet moment. The moral of this story is:. Right around Year 3 is when things start to get really good. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Quotation of the Day.
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Wicked Thistle: So Maybe 5-Year-Olds Aren't So Smart After All
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I can't explain this. Tuesday, September 13, 2011. So Maybe 5-Year-Olds Aren't So Smart After All. Yesterday I wore capri pants to school. While I was sitting criss-cross applesauce with my little group of 5-year-olds, one of the girls gave a dramatic gasp, pointed to my calves, and said, "Miss Wicked, what's wrong with your leg? Christmas is coming; soon you can gift wrap her desk too. Note: in the 50 crowd, criss-cross applesauce quickly begets full fledged achey leg. never mind how i know that.
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Wicked Thistle: Is It Wrong to Lie When It's Funny to Me?
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I can't explain this. Thursday, September 8, 2011. Is It Wrong to Lie When It's Funny to Me? I have convinced a friend to go to pole dancing class with me by telling her that we're going to sample cakes for a friend's wedding. So hooooooooooow was pole dancing class. November 7, 2011 at 1:33 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Quotation of the Day. Story People of the Day. I try not to think too much, he said, so my mind is ready for whatever comes up. Looky, No Touchy.
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Wicked Thistle: Well, So Much For That
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I can't explain this. Friday, May 23, 2014. Well, So Much For That. Day 2 of solitary splendor, and the spell has been broken. El marido is home sick today, which means that baby boyo also stays home since he works with his dad and apparently cannot yet be trusted alone in the office. Poor kid, his reward from graduating from college last weekend is to study his arse off for the hardest test in all mankind- the CPA exam ( duh duh duh DAAAAAAH. I guess this means I better make some soup. Looky, No Touchy.
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Wicked Thistle: Place Yourself on High Alert...
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I can't explain this. Thursday, May 22, 2014. Place Yourself on High Alert. BECAUSE TODAY, FOLKS, IT IS PANTS-FREE THURSDAY! Yes, indeed, I am writing this post sans pants, and you know why? And so can you. The school year ended yesterday for me, so now here I am enjoying the most glorious day of the year in a pantsless condition. Important notes on the subject:. I am celebrating by loosening the household dress code. Woo hoo! 2: It is so much easier to dance without pants. Don't believe it?
