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Hello to each of you and thank you for making the first few months of my entrance to blogger awesome. I've spent some time learning the ropes around here and think I am now finally ready to begin this blog spot wholeheartedly. Hence why I have created a new blogspot.....you'll find me at: http://awakeningwritenow.blogspot.com I hope you'll follow me there and our sharing journey will continue.

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I'd walked this road many times before. Enough to know each bump and turn, even the gouges left unfilled where large stones had been removed to save on tires as they rolled through this small Georgian town.Unpaved, there was almost a comfort floating above the road ahead. Dust blanketed my warm cheeks as I passed a long line of Cleveland Pear trees, marveled at a beautiful Autumn Purple Ash and

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Hello my friends... Here we are on part three and my thoughts are tired...perhaps a bit jumbled, but the blog must go on! lol... In part two we did some soul searching and after a few questions, we came to the realization that we matter. We validated our own existence. Confidence began to stir.It is here we ask, "How do I change things? Make them more manageable? Attack problems successfully?"

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Hello again! In part one, I wrote about challenges and shared a bit of my background to create a relateability factor. In this section, I want to discuss how we get back on the road to success. Of course, what I am sharing is based solely on my experiences and/or opinions and not to be used in place of medical or psychological advice. On that note, let's continue... When we attempt to

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Hello my friends, Today I want to talk about challenges. No, actually I don't want to talk so much about them as I want to discuss how we overcome them. Sometimes life tosses an obstacle that hits us in the face with a sting like a snowball. Other times, it's more like a boulder runs us over and flattens us to the ground. Sometimes we see it coming, sometimes we create it even, but most times

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One last burst of warmth before winter's cold tightens its icy grip upon us. It was one of those crisp autumn days when we feel restless. Unwilling to let go of fall's sunshine and almost afraid to look ahead toward winter's snowstorms, already peaking over the horizon. Watching the end of the colored leaves spiralling to the ground, I decided to take a walk through the local park. Children

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Sometimes... When darkness encapsulates the silence, I can hear you breathing. A steady, slow breath in...breath out...our spirits unite as one and rest comes easily. If the world were to fold unto itself, the event would go unnoticed. Peace, so powerful, has been captured within our quiet.Sometimes... When the sun dances across your face and accentuates the sparkles in your eyes, as mortal

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Frans AwardsJumped out of bed, all excited, no I didn't win the lottery last night, but I was nominated for four different Bloggie 0scars tonite! Now that, to someone who loves to write, is top honors! (Most Inspiring Blog Post, Best Yuwie blog, Best Creative Writing Blog, and Best Original Work)Keeping this short, you can check out all the cool details at: 2ND ANNUAL BLOGGIE 0SCARS Yes, it's

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I awoke this morning. No, not in the sense of my eyes opened to a new day making its presence known with the scent of warm coffee on the air. But in a much deeper, more soul-oriented sense. A moment of total clarity, vision and understanding. Ok, perhaps it wasn't a total awakening where all things make sense, but it was enough of a revelation for me to find peace and enarmor myself in

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Amazingly, after postponing Friday, lunch ran smoothly today. I awoke this morning all comfy cozy in my bed and dawdled with the idea of rolling over and catching some extra zzz's when the thought,"Today's the day." hit me like a boulder to the chest. Adrenelin rushing, I jumped from the covers to face the day. Of course my brain was spitting questions like a semi-automatic pistol: "What if

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There's too much hate in the world. What if...tomorrow we awakened and the labels society gives us were meaningless...non-existent words no longer living on anyone's breath? What if...when a baby was born, genetics didn't define his/her skin, hair, or eye color... size, shape or stature...predispositions to disease or intelligence...all were left up to fate? What if...there were no more

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Friday. Lunch. Nothing very unusual to find on someone's schedule. That is, unless you're me. And unless it's with my mother.Yes, after 12 years of no contact, we've decided to meet in the middle and do lunch this week. To say things have changed would be an understatement. There was a time when she wouldn't meet me next door much less twenty miles down the road.I've spoken with Mom (gosh, I used

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Tonight I sit here at the keyboard, my thoughts warming -awaiting a 'pop' to signal an idea is ready, like raisin toast on a cold morning. -----snap, crackle, you got it- pop! ----- Every year seems to have a theme. Three years ago was a year of loss with the passing of my father and other significant people in my life. Followed by a year of

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I'm by no means a novice but I sure have not scored very high tonite on the "customize your blog" report card. For three hours I have taken out code and replaced code to get what I have. And my header/background is awesome--thanks to the super work of "LEE" (go see her, she's wonderful)....but now I cannot seem to get my widgets back! My blogroll has gone MIA....my followers are non-existent....

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An all star athlete. Co-captain to three teams. Honor Society Member. A loyal employee of five years at the local Bestbuy. My wonderful son. Enter three years of college, supporting an apartment on his own, homework, bills, practice, homework, laundry, making meals, homework, long hours at work, athletic meets, did I say homework? (Don't forget to subtract Mom's every available dollar!) Still my

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Some people seem to have all the luck. They step in yards of animal feces and walk out smelling of lilacs in springtime.Take my son for example. Last year he was driving home from work around midnight. His car shaking from the music ricocheting off its walls. Its roar pleading for a new muffler. Three houses before home, blue lights. A state trooper pulled him over. "License and registration."

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Alone. Fragile. Vulnerable. Standing on the brink of my demise, questions bubble up within my emptiness. Will I rest in junkyard dirt- eternally comfortable? Or *gulp* must I return to the depths of fiery hell in Richmond's Recycling plant? I don't like heat!I've heard that the souls of a million Budweiser bottles pour long into the night- searching for new pieces of glass to infiltrate and make

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And so began this day, much like any other ordinary day. It was winter in New England, windows were painted in frosty designs, shaking with each gust of wind against the house. Me, blurry-eyed and shuffling across the cold linoleum tiles, awaiting the caffeine-laden elixir which would, almost miraculously, bring me to full consciousness.Lady, the queen beagle of the house, lay sleeping in front

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A cutting board. Two inches thick, forty plus years old, and still holding up to serve its purpose. Beyond the pie crusts rolled out on its top or the turkeys carved for a holiday, it represents so much more.Christmas last year my man-child stood eyeing the ham I was carefully slicing for dinner. "Hey Mom, I like this board. Where'd you get it?" No, he wasn't buffalo-ing anyone, I knew he was

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How about a day of jubilation...not a loud one- but a soft, quiet, peaceful day within ourselves where everything is okay just the way it is...not complicate the day with our own agendas but let the day unfold as it is meant to be...and better still, be okay with it - just the way it is. The other day, I climbed some trails in the woods and found a clearing where you could see for miles- trees,

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Winter was spitting its first tiny white flakes onto city streets. Just enough to signal drivers to allow the slapping of wipers across their windshields. To some it was the dreaded dawning of cold weather embalming the world for three long months to come- or more. To others, mainly mitten clad children, it was the beginning of sledding and snowmen season as they frolicked down the icy sidewalks

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It was like going home again.The sun cast its rays upon the waves leaving millions of sparkling diamonds crashing on the beach. With each slap at my feet, the water retreated to its depths for yet another cycle. Continuous. Endless. Peaceful. Pure. As I stood gazing ahead lost in the beauty of what truly is, the magnificence of the moment mesmerized my very being...glued to the ultimate reality

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One last burst of warmth before winter's cold tightens its icy grip upon us. It was one of those crisp autumn days when we feel restless. Unwilling to let go of fall's sunshine and almost afraid to look ahead toward winter's snowstorms, already peaking over the horizon. Watching the end of the colored leaves spiralling to the ground, I decided to take a walk through the local park.Children were

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