<?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-1822295980858707993</id><updated>2012-02-02T21:20:29.436-05:00</updated><category term='deMeng'/><category term='Sopranos'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='Earrings'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='gratitude'/><category term='friends'/><category term='Art Soul'/><title type='text'>The NEXT 40 years</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenext40years.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;The Journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;One day you finally knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;what you had to do, and began,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;though the voices around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;kept shouting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;their bad advice--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;though the whole house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;began to tremble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;and you felt the old tug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;at your ankles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"Mend my life!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;each voice cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;But you didn't stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You knew what you had to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;though the wind pried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;with its stiff fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;at the very foundations,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;though their melancholy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;was terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It was already late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;enough, and a wild night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;and the road full of fallen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;branches and stones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;But little by little,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;as you left their voices behind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;the stars began to burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;through the sheets of clouds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;and there was a new voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;which you slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;recognized as your own,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;that kept you company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;as you strode deeper and deeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;into the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;determined to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;the only thing you could do--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;determined to save&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;the only life you could save.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mary Oliver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloglines.com/sub/http://thenext40years.blogspot.com"&gt;
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And I&amp;nbsp;would love it if you would **like** me!&lt;br /&gt;*my sister stayed with me over new year's and we had a party.&amp;nbsp; Hung out with precious friends,&amp;nbsp;sang Taylor Swift songs and loved every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;*on New Year's Day me and my best friend were reunited via phone, and picked right back up where we had left off over 2 years ago.&amp;nbsp; LOVE YOU GIRL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-TxqXSzLilKQ/TX0uCKAw4pI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/RZX97_Yj680/s1600/camera+3-13-11+039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-TxqXSzLilKQ/TX0uCKAw4pI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/RZX97_Yj680/s320/camera+3-13-11+039.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*I'm spending lots of time with friends, so much so that my art making has suffered.&amp;nbsp; I'm just going with the flow though....no shows planned at all right now, think I'll just shoot for a couple in the fall maybe.&amp;nbsp; More focused on sewing than anything else, and having fun with that.&amp;nbsp; Been so inspired by this&amp;nbsp;awesome &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/pages/Katwise/320233446531?sk=wall"&gt;woman&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;*got a new serger, a new espresso maker, a new car&lt;br /&gt;*went to TN in February to visit family and friends, some that go&amp;nbsp;back&amp;nbsp;from high school, which was OMG 26 years ago!&amp;nbsp; Too awesome for words.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;*Attended a chocolate festival while there with both&amp;nbsp;my biological sister and soul sister.&amp;nbsp; Priceless!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;*Went to Vegas March 1st.&amp;nbsp; Took a Sally Jean class&amp;nbsp;and learned how to make this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iVecx7Iiwfc/TX0r1kLnJEI/AAAAAAAAAQo/7o1UagSp_gE/s1600/poison+necklace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iVecx7Iiwfc/TX0r1kLnJEI/AAAAAAAAAQo/7o1UagSp_gE/s320/poison+necklace.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*visited Red Rock Canyon.&amp;nbsp; pics will soon be posted on my FB page, and some are dressing up this post.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;*met a new friend who lives in Vegas and&amp;nbsp;rocks! hi Tiffany!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;speaking of new friends, I have met some awesome humans in the last few months.&amp;nbsp; LOVE that!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;*Scored some seriously cool skull bling at a shop at the Vegas airport.&amp;nbsp; Finding freaky shit excites me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FdqUZUe4bPM/TX0v-SRY20I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/sg1iGT_7smo/s1600/camera+3-13-11+083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FdqUZUe4bPM/TX0v-SRY20I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/sg1iGT_7smo/s320/camera+3-13-11+083.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get off here and go get my sew on.&lt;br /&gt;Peace and love ya'll!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloglines.com/sub/http://thenext40years.blogspot.com"&gt;
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blowing in, spinning me ‘round a few times, and leaving so much behind.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You stirred up so much emotion in me: From joy that caused me to get up and dance, to sorrow that had me lying on the floor sobbing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You were such a mirror for me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TMz1AfRRmeI/AAAAAAAAAPU/NFScHUhJ3bQ/s1600/reflection.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TMz1AfRRmeI/AAAAAAAAAPU/NFScHUhJ3bQ/s320/reflection.jpg" width="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;You made me want to get back in touch with my therapist, that’s for sure.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;THE PAST was definitely your theme.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; So many situations in recent weeks have made me ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;, “Why now?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The answer I’ve settled on is “It was time”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TMz3IFFEZ0I/AAAAAAAAAPY/8CUNh4ATBVE/s1600/P1030613.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TMz3IFFEZ0I/AAAAAAAAAPY/8CUNh4ATBVE/s320/P1030613.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’ve said it before, so forgive me if I bore you by saying it again, but I believe the Universe gives us &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;what we need &lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when we need it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Maybe I am just now at a point where I can recognize the events of the past few weeks for what they are--opportunities to further my growth and understanding of myself.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If things had happened at any other time, would I have been ready to learn, or even see these events how I am seeing them now?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t believe so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TMz3mFN3q6I/AAAAAAAAAPc/8tFzx1E_g34/s1600/P1030624.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TMz3mFN3q6I/AAAAAAAAAPc/8tFzx1E_g34/s320/P1030624.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Also, there’s the little matter of my art.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;The 11 canvases I’ve created recently are not just fabric, paint, and paper - they are my heart, my soul.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Prior to the creation of this latest work, I’ve only painted sporadically, and then there was no real connection to what ended up on the canvas when I was done.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Maybe I needed these recent life events&amp;nbsp;to crack me open, to leave me raw, so that the emotion would have no choice but to spill out onto whatever I touched.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TMz4HnC0gJI/AAAAAAAAAPg/aC4k2LPQlO0/s1600/P1040013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TMz4HnC0gJI/AAAAAAAAAPg/aC4k2LPQlO0/s320/P1040013.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And for it all, I am so deeply&amp;nbsp;grateful.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Grateful&lt;/span&gt; the mirror was held up so I could see the truth about myself.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;G&lt;/span&gt;lad I’m able to recognize this truth, and be gentle with myself, and love myself in spite of my many, many shortcomings.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’m thankful for the friends who are there to hug me while I cry.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;For the people who crack me open, no matter how much it hurts, because light really does come through all those cracks, eventually.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;For my sister’s surprise midnight visit.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Yea, after all these years.&amp;nbsp; And plans are being made to&amp;nbsp;get together again, soon!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It’s so good to have her back in my life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TMz5Hl-fFsI/AAAAAAAAAPk/dhUO9y0JX0Q/s1600/P1040002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TMz5Hl-fFsI/AAAAAAAAAPk/dhUO9y0JX0Q/s320/P1040002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;And this day...I have to mention this day!&amp;nbsp; This cool truck was parked at a local art show I attended.&amp;nbsp; I forgot to take any other pics but did manage to snap a few of the truck on my way out.&amp;nbsp; I specifically went to meet Dani, of &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Greensboro-NC/dani-keith-designs/141631792543546"&gt;dani keith designs&lt;/a&gt;, who up until now I had only met&amp;nbsp;online.&amp;nbsp; She was lovely and I'm thrilled that I now own one of her pieces:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TMz6bnNAm3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/44L5mkc_yg4/s1600/necklace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TMz6bnNAm3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/44L5mkc_yg4/s320/necklace.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;I also met Andrew Sedberry aka &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/the-Bloody-Brother/121086044578330"&gt;the Bloody Brother&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and went&amp;nbsp;nuts for his work.&amp;nbsp; I got two pieces:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TMz63fWPVpI/AAAAAAAAAPs/wIbdzbPB-Ak/s1600/P1040007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TMz63fWPVpI/AAAAAAAAAPs/wIbdzbPB-Ak/s320/P1040007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TMz7PnGI0FI/AAAAAAAAAP0/DG9VKh67wPc/s1600/art2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TMz7PnGI0FI/AAAAAAAAAP0/DG9VKh67wPc/s320/art2.jpg" width="240" /&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: left;"&gt;I also visited a friend I hadn't seen in a while,&amp;nbsp;stopped in at&amp;nbsp;the gallery, went to the herbal shop to stock up on handmade soaps and lotions, got quite a bit of work done, and had a wonderful dinner!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A simply fabulous day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;My show is next Saturday and&amp;nbsp;I am, surprisingly, calm about it so far.&amp;nbsp; I've got quite a bit more to do, but I'll get there.&amp;nbsp; And today (since I'm writing this at 1:15 am) is Samhain!&amp;nbsp; Otherwise known, by&amp;nbsp;most, as Halloween--my favorite day of the year!&amp;nbsp; I have a tradition of lighting a fire in my fire pit on this night,&amp;nbsp;sitting alone, and contemplating the year that has passed and all those that have played a part in it.&amp;nbsp; And what a year it's been!&amp;nbsp; Wow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloglines.com/sub/http://thenext40years.blogspot.com"&gt;
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looking in</title><content type='html'>It's one of my favorite kinds of days.&amp;nbsp; home alone, free to wander, putter around,&amp;nbsp;be lazy,&amp;nbsp;blast linkin park as loud as my speakers can go.&amp;nbsp; To work on my art,&amp;nbsp;take frequent breaks to snack, to cry, to scream, to ponder life.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TLC2z6VzXII/AAAAAAAAAO0/G5GBr9AhRss/s1600/sanctuary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TLC2z6VzXII/AAAAAAAAAO0/G5GBr9AhRss/s320/sanctuary.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite place to escape to, right in my own backyard.&amp;nbsp; October is my favorite month and though I am frantically working to prepare for&amp;nbsp;the show I've vowed to slow down from time to time&amp;nbsp;to enjoy this amazing time of year.&amp;nbsp; I took out a snack, and coffee in my favorite mug, and&amp;nbsp;spent time&amp;nbsp;with nature, the universe, myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TLDAn0ciKRI/AAAAAAAAAO4/NIIWLSh7pxc/s1600/snack.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TLDAn0ciKRI/AAAAAAAAAO4/NIIWLSh7pxc/s320/snack.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about this week, and how so very much can happen in such a short time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I reached out to a very dear soul earlier this week and asked for her help in getting ready for the show.&amp;nbsp; It's not easy for me to ask for help, so doing so was scary.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But&amp;nbsp;she was so generous&amp;nbsp;and heartfelt in her reply,&amp;nbsp;of course she would help and be so very happy to do so.&amp;nbsp; That meant the world to me.&amp;nbsp; Then later in the week two other dear friends offered their assistance too.&amp;nbsp; I am so blessed to have such souls in my life.&amp;nbsp;Here's one of them...god&amp;nbsp;I love this man...and look at that smile!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TLDJ3mxIzSI/AAAAAAAAAPE/nneLliXIoQo/s1600/Louhug.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TLDJ3mxIzSI/AAAAAAAAAPE/nneLliXIoQo/s320/Louhug.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And I thought of my sister, who I haven't seen in around 11 years.&amp;nbsp; I missed her so much at that moment, and texted her to tell her so.&amp;nbsp; I thought of regrets I have, one of the biggest being the way my relationship with&amp;nbsp;my closest&amp;nbsp;friend ended two years ago.&amp;nbsp; I'm so sorry for the way I handled things Scarlet.&amp;nbsp; I didn't mean&amp;nbsp;to hurt you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Please forgive me.&amp;nbsp; I thought of others I know I've hurt, or caused some kind of pain, and had a good cry there among the trees.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TLDA-ED2SZI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Px3OnxdELy4/s1600/altar+candle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TLDA-ED2SZI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Px3OnxdELy4/s320/altar+candle.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not my intention to hurt anyone.&amp;nbsp; It's a struggle&amp;nbsp;to be true to myself and be mindful of other's needs at the same time.&amp;nbsp; It's a fine balance, and I need a lot more practice on the tightrope.&amp;nbsp; I'm reminded of something a therapist I used to see once told me when I was struggling to understand some things that happened in my childhood.&amp;nbsp; He said&amp;nbsp;that we all do the best we can with any given situation at&amp;nbsp;that point in&amp;nbsp;time.&amp;nbsp; How true.&amp;nbsp; His statement&amp;nbsp;helped me then, and it helps me now; not only to forgive others,&amp;nbsp;but to forgive myself.&amp;nbsp; The me that I want to be is struggling to come into existence.&amp;nbsp; Along the way I am&amp;nbsp;going to make mistakes and cause hurt and confusion and who knows what else.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;That's what life in physical form is all about - stumbling, growing, learning.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We're all in this together and in the end all it's&amp;nbsp;really about is love.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The wise old soul inside me knows this,&amp;nbsp;though the silly immature girl who usually runs things is still struggling to get my head around it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TLHulCrD4hI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/QQluS17-6n8/s1600/brick+wall2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Gawd, how I miss you! It’s been a tough week and I have wished a thousand times that I could come running to you and hear your words of wisdom and let you tell me that everything will be ok. You were so very strong, right up to the end, and I am healthy and fine and not half as strong as you were. I guess you heard what I said at your memorial, and it was so true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TJvl_x7xiII/AAAAAAAAANs/RPYKGEL_ZGs/s1600/cats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TJvl_x7xiII/AAAAAAAAANs/RPYKGEL_ZGs/s320/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the memorial--excuse me, &lt;em&gt;celebration&lt;/em&gt;--were you happy with it? I know you wont be surprised to hear how nervous I was about it, but it could not have turned out better. Cyana did a wonderful job as the MC. And everyone there spoke, and it was such a special time of sharing our stories about you. And I know you loved the butterflies! Though I was the one who handed them out for the release, it was Nancy’s idea to get them. It was perfection. I ended up bonding with one of Dan’s coworkers because we admired each other’s hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TJvmHAISPMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/0g0CSGbDNps/s1600/deb%27s+tile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TJvmHAISPMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/0g0CSGbDNps/s320/deb%27s+tile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Dan…I have failed there. I had every intention of checking in on him and the boys, but I haven’t seen them since the celebration. I have checked in on the boys on facebook a time or two, but I know that isn’t enough. I saw Nick’s new picture the other day and he looks so much like you that I busted out crying right then and there. I am still so angry over the fact that they have to grow up without you. What the fuck???? I just don’t understand. I know I know, I can hear you now and what you would be saying to me, but still!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TJvmWz6KJkI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8ob3iieMjP4/s1600/Rosemary+birdbath.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TJvmWz6KJkI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8ob3iieMjP4/s320/Rosemary+birdbath.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bench at the park was finally installed, but I haven’t been to visit it yet. I printed off the map today and am going to check it out on Saturday, it and the brick in the walkway. I hope no one calls the police if they find me sitting there sobbing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TJvmfQQdonI/AAAAAAAAAOE/lHP_vWiecrw/s1600/desk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TJvmfQQdonI/AAAAAAAAAOE/lHP_vWiecrw/s320/desk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a show in May that went really well, but I don’t think I have to tell you that. I was using that special display box you gave me to show some pendants in, and don’t think I didn’t see that butterfly that kept flying all around it. My other Deb friend, Bead Deb, was with me, and she and I both had tears in our eyes. I think it was because of you that I sold all my canvases. And therefore because of you that I decided to make more. I have a show in November and that very night I have to take what’s left to Fat Cat, because the next day is her Holiday Open House. I’m having this display built to show all my work on, and the whole thing is going to be in Gwen’s gallery! I got a professional printer, so in addition to my originals I will also have prints, cards, and prints on wood, all displayed in one place. I wanted to really make an impact and she totally went for it. I am so excited but also stressed out….yea, I know. I know. So anyway I really don’t expect you to show up as a butterfly in November, but you could show up as a crow or something to help a sister out. It’s November 6th, State Street. If you’re not busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TJvmovMHUeI/AAAAAAAAAOM/RwZNt3D-sbI/s1600/from+camera+11-23+506.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/TJvmovMHUeI/AAAAAAAAAOM/RwZNt3D-sbI/s320/from+camera+11-23+506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is just around the corner. It will be tough, remembering last year when you and I were out and about on one of our shopping days, with me dressed as a witch. But I wouldn’t give up my memories for anything. I was introduced to so many places and things because of you girl. Your life was so short but you sure knew how to give it your all. I wish I would have learned that from you. Do you think there’s still hope? I am totally open to any assistance you may want to send from the beyond or whatever you call it. 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This is my second time participating in this event and I absolutely love the reasons behind it, the camaraderie, the discovering of new blogs…oh, and yes, the giveaways too!! I would like to thank Lisa, the creator of this event, so very much for her brilliant heart and mind, and also for the time it takes to coordinate/manage/pull-off such a thing. Click on the picture above to go to her blog and read all about the origins of OWOH and to see a list of the participating blogs…today is the first day and already the list is staggering!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, on to the giveaway! I have been in full-on Valentine’s mode getting the local shops stocked with my jewelry, so the piece up for grabs is along those same lines but is neutral enough that it can be worn anytime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/S14skp_X4sI/AAAAAAAAAMs/LTn7vipsCu4/s1600-h/whole+necklace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/S14skp_X4sI/AAAAAAAAAMs/LTn7vipsCu4/s320/whole+necklace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am giving away this necklace/choker made of cream colored crushed velvet that I have serged around the edges with red thread. This feels wonderful against the skin! The pendant is soldered with lead free solder and under the glass is a rose I painted onto a page from an old song book. It reads “release me, she begged, and love said no”. Dangling from the pendant are 3 creamy glass pearls, one clear faceted crystal, and a bit of fraying fabric. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/S14ss4pjWjI/AAAAAAAAAM0/x_Yu-rog6V0/s1600-h/pendant+close+up.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/S14ss4pjWjI/AAAAAAAAAM0/x_Yu-rog6V0/s320/pendant+close+up.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering is easy:&lt;br /&gt;(1) You must have a blog to participate. I’m sorry, but this is a blogging event, so I don’t feel it would be right to open it up to non-bloggers—but there’s no time like the present to start one if you don’t have one!&lt;br /&gt;(2) Leave a comment on this post, and be sure I can find you in case you win. If you win and I don’t hear back from you within 2 days, I will pick another winner.&lt;br /&gt;(3) The deadline for entry is midnight on February 14th. A winner will be chosen, notified, and announced here on my blog by 7 PM on February 15th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/S14syVMQNcI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rLVnvx7_6Fc/s1600-h/dangles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/S14syVMQNcI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rLVnvx7_6Fc/s320/dangles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s it! One thing I will add is that if you are going to be at the Art &amp;amp; Soul Retreat in Vegas or Hampton this year, let me know in your comment so we can meet face-to-face. 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Sometimes only in retrospect do we realize that the terrible thing that happened or the major setback we experienced really wasn't that at all...it was simply a detour in our journey that made us stronger, wiser, more grateful for our blessings...that helped us arrive at the amazing place we are.  That's what these last few months, this entire year really, have taught me.  I've learned to ask for what I need and want, to believe I will get it, and to see it and savor it when it's realized.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many examples from my life that I could recite, but the request most recently granted to me by the Universe is my wish to be invited to a retreat, a gathering, a what-ever-you-want-to-call-it, much like &lt;a href="http://kellyraeroberts.blogspot.com/2009/08/lovebomb-2009.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; one.   I read about it last year, and felt so jealous that I didn't have a community like that, that I couldn't just whisk myself away for days and be surrounded with loving supportive friends who "get" me.  Poor poor me.  Then again this year I read about their 2009 gathering, but the feelings I had were different this time.  I could feel the joy they shared, the comaraderie, the healing they experienced , and was glad for them.  And I wanted that for me too!  So I said aloud to the Universe "I want to be invited to a love bombers retreat!! I want to be invited to a love bombers retreat!! I want to be invited to a love bombers retreat!!" I shouted it 3 times, because there's just something about the number 3.  Thank goodness I was home alone!  Then I didn't worry about it, I didn't obsess over it, I just turned it over to the Universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/StIxzZ0ZUHI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rQ17VmcQ8uM/s1600-h/tree+witch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/StIxzZ0ZUHI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rQ17VmcQ8uM/s320/tree+witch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391426463089643634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 4 weeks later, I was celebrating my birthday with a couple of friends, when one of them asked if we would be interested in a girls getaway.  Of couse we were, and this coming Friday a small group of us will be leaving for a cabin on the lake!  It didn't even dawn on me that my request had been granted until a couple of days later, and realizing it brought tears to my eyes, filled me with joy, and made me feel so nurtured and loved by the Univese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many good things have happened in my life since my last post.  To name a few: I have a new boss that I LOVE (hi Joe!), I started weekly yoga, two friends that had moved away are now back in town, my pendants are being sold in a third shop, I attended my third art &lt;a href="http://www.artandsoulretreat.com/index.html"&gt;retreat&lt;/a&gt; and have registered for the &lt;a href="http://www.artandsoulretreat.com/lv-2010.php"&gt;fourth&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.artandsoulretreat.com/virginia-2010.php"&gt;fifth&lt;/a&gt;, my circle of friends has grown, and I have been invited to do a show &lt;a href="http://rivertwistshop.com/index.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; in November, where I will be soldering in public for the first time ever!   Life is very full and I am trying to savor it all while keeping stress in check, which, as you very well know, isn't always easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/StIxoYlAlKI/AAAAAAAAAMU/vDoDNat77Bw/s1600-h/tree+crow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/StIxoYlAlKI/AAAAAAAAAMU/vDoDNat77Bw/s320/tree+crow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391426273778111650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for checking in here, and for not forgetting about me.  I wish I could say I will post more often but I can't make that commitment.  Maybe I can learn how to post from my phone?  I would love to hear about the good things that have happened to you recently, so leave a comment or drop me an email!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namaste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-the images are of my halloween tree I put together yesterday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloglines.com/sub/http://thenext40years.blogspot.com"&gt;
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I just couldn’t stop gazing at it that night, and must have taken about 15 shots.  We toured Biltmore house the next day and that evening at dinner I commented that the moon the night before beat anything I had seen at Biltmore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share something I have been inspired to do that I am really excited about!  I was reading &lt;a href="http://shinylittlethings.blogspot.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; blog the other day, and Cynthia mentioned that one of her goals for the year is to write to a friend or family member every week.  Write--not email, or text, or any other electronic communication--on actual paper and send it via US mail.  Then that same evening I received from a very dear friend—in the mail!—a couple of torn pages from a magazine, an article she had read that reminded her of me.  She has scribbled that right on the outside of the envy, along with another sentence, but there were no other contents besides the torn-out article.  That small act tickled me so much…I thought of it all through the evening, and it made me think of Cynthia’s blog entry.  Receiving this simple piece of mail made me feel so very special and loved, and I wanted to make others feel that way.  So I decided to send something to one friend every week this year.  It may be a notecard, or a postcard, or something else, such as what &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/debrahoran/index.htm"&gt;Deb&lt;/a&gt; sent me, but I will send something each and every week!  I am making a list of all those who I would like to surprise throughout the year, and am going to pre-print my labels so that I just have to scribble and send ( I am a Virgo, so list-making must be a part of everything ya know!).  This weekend I am making some postcards to have on hand, and will officially start the mailings next week.  I detest rules, so the only rule I have is I must mail one thing to one friend per week.  I can mail more than one if I want to, and I can mail something to the same friend two weeks in a row if I am moved to do so.  TOO FUN!  What if lots of people started doing this and tons of sweet thoughts and wishes and hellos were delivered every week?  Yea, why don't you do it too??!!  Believe me, I do not have a lot of time to spare, but I've thought this through, and a little organization on the front end will keep it easy and fun, so if I have time, so do you.  But if you decide it isn't your thing,(and are reading this and do not know me personally) but would like a little USPS surprise at some point during the year, tell me and I will add you to my list.  My email link is right up top on the left.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with one more shot of that mesmerizing moon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/SWU-td7jaiI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Ps_06bE8iJ4/s1600-h/full+moon2dec+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xEmasuZushs/SWU-td7jaiI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Ps_06bE8iJ4/s320/full+moon2dec+08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288702288265964066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloglines.com/sub/http://thenext40years.blogspot.com"&gt;
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I think it’s ok for a blogger to be away unannounced for say, a week, but not &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; long.  I just simply haven’t felt like sharing anything with anyone, and there are many reasons for this.   I have been a little disheartened in the recent past by some goings-on at other blogs--discussion having to do with stealing designs and original ideas and all that goes along with that sort of thing.  I mean really, original ideas are few and far between, and even though we may think an idea is ours, chances are it’s been done.  We are exposed to so much these days, and images that we don’t even think we pay attention to are bound to be absorbed into us at some level, so who are we to say anything is “ours”?  These “discussions” had absolutely nothing to do with me, but the issue has gotten under my skin for some reason, and put a damper on the enthusiasm I have felt over blogging in general.  I have also been struggling with my own inner demon…ANGER.  Why do I have so much anger inside me?  It comes out in waves that knock me down and take away all reason and logic.  At those times I have the ugliest thoughts and say the ugliest things, and have feelings toward people and things that leave me feeling ashamed and small and pathetic.  I want to believe that the thoughts I have and the actions I take during those times are not the real me, but I’m afraid it is.  I know I have a good heart, and I have a lot of love and light to share with those I choose to share it with.  But that’s only part of me, and, I’m beginning to think, a very small part of me.  I’m afraid the ugly, angry demon part is the strongest, and is winning.  LOL…for those of you who watch Heros, sounds like Nicki/Jessica, doesn’t it?  So anyway, I’m trying to explore this dark side and understand it and find ways to keep it in check.  I have days that I am very successful, and others....not so much.  Late last week I started feeling strongly that I wanted/needed a Buddha for my garden.  So on Saturday I went to a yard art place and found the perfect one for me.  Isn’t he beautiful?  He looks like he belongs in that spot, don’t cha think?  An immediate feeling of peacefulness comes over me when I look at him.  I think it brings to mind the Buddhist philosophy of detachment, and letting things go.  When I feel anger rising up, it helps to step back and detach myself from whatever has triggered it.  My higher self knew how helpful the Buddha would be to me, and I am so glad I tuned in and listened.  I am planning on framing a small pic of him to keep on my desk at work....which, next to driving, is the number one place I need to practice detachment.  On a lighter note, I decided very last minute to go back to school this semester, and barely had enough time to register before classes started.  The curriculum I am studying is Web Technology; with the goal of getting out of the “administrative assistant” field once and for all.  I have two classes, both online.  This is the first time I have taken online classes and I love it, and I’m hoping most of the classes are going to be in this format.   I am doing really well so far, and that makes me feel more confident and all that jazz, which is always a good thing,  And although I detest my job, I am going to try to hang in there until I finish school because really, would doing essentially the same thing at a different place be all that better?  Maybe, but probably not.  However, I am keeping my eyes and ears open and if any opps come my way, I will be open to them!  And lastly, I will be having surgery on 10/5...nothing too major, but I will be off work for a few days recuperating.  I’ve never looked forward to surgery so much in my life!  Oh, and happy Fall!! &lt;&lt;HUGS&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloglines.com/sub/http://thenext40years.blogspot.com"&gt;
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I have no idea what's going on with my back, but that's another story.  Work is never pleasant, simply because I am in close proximity to people who drive me nuts on a good day, and who I fantasize about running over with a truck on bad ones.  So that combined with the pain made for one helluva Monday.  BUT THEN....I pull into the driveway at home right in front of my hubby.  I am getting groceries out of the car as he gets the mail, and we walk in together....he says "you've got 2 things here", referring to the mail.  One glance at the envelopes and I know exactly what they are.  So I hurriedly put the groceries away, make myself a STIFF vodka &amp; cran juice, and take my drink and my mail to my favorite chair.  The smaller envelope is from &lt;a href="http://randomartnotes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jane&lt;/a&gt;--the prize I won in her random blog drawing.  It a package of various handmade papers, included some she "rusted", and a little pouch that looks to be made out of sisal.  It is adorable and the papers are FAB! Thanks Jane!!! Then onto the bigger envelope, which is &lt;a href="http://sweetsistergina.typepad.com/"&gt;Gina &lt;/a&gt;Armfield's new zine, Artful Purpose.  It is the very first issue and is dedicated to art journaling.  There are tons of ideas and tips, and also interviews with several artists, including &lt;a href="http://www.ornamental.typepad.com/"&gt;Nina&lt;/a&gt;!  Well you know I loved that, since I love Nina!  Gina also included other goodies with the mag--an alphabet stencil, an altered tag, a moo card, some joss paper, and some tabs.  Check out her blog if you are interested in getting this mag, if there are any left, or a future mag if she does anymore.  So by that time I was feeling much better, and to top things off it had started to storm....just some mild thunder and a few flashes of lightening, but since I love storms, I wanted to be closer.  So I went out on the deck, where it was just sprinking rain, and sat down in my adirondack chair.  It was so relaxing, just sitting there hearing the storm, with rain falling on my legs (my upper body was protected since it was under an overhang on the house).  Then I started to cry.  I am a real big cryer if I let myself get started, so I really try to keep the crying to a minimum.  During a cry my eyes always swell up, and my sinuses start pitching a fit and I feel like shit later, so I would rather just avoid all that by not crying.  But tonight it was like I was making up for lost time, because the stronger the storm got the harder and louder I cried.  I was thinking about reading the magazine, with all the stories and tidbits about artists who are following their dreams and doing what they love, and then there's me, going to a job every day that I can barely tolerate.  I have hopes and dreams, but don't have a clue how to make them happen.  Why can't I be doing something I love, something I look forward to, instead of waking up with dread every day. Yea, I was having one big pity party.  I sat there and cried for about 20 minutes, and then realized my jeans were soaked and I was shivering, so I reluctantly came inside and went up to change clothes.  I cried a little more before I got it all out of my system, and then I was ok.  I had read something in Gina's mag about how to use an existing book as a journal by ripping the guts out of it and going from there, so I got involved in doing that and felt back to normal.  I did spray paint those pants yesterday, and I will post pics tomorrow, hopefully.  I like them but don't know how they will hold up in the wash, because I think I used too much paint, but I am gonna wear them tomorrow, which  hopefully will be a better day....no, it WILL BE a better day!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloglines.com/sub/http://thenext40years.blogspot.com"&gt;
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I woke up feeling good and looking forward to the day. I was to meet my friend Imran for lunch and my friend Debbie later tonight at the Barnes &amp; Noble cafe to hang out and catch up. Then I learn from hubby that he thinks our air conditioning unit isn't blowing out cool air as it should, but he's got too much on his plate right now so can I deal with it? He started a new job on Monday...more on that later. So of course I say I will take care of it. I called the heat &amp;amp; air place first thing, and they have a guy in the area who can come to my house late morning, and will call me when he's on his way so I can leave work and meet him. My boss had a meeting today at 1:00, so I knew I had to be back at work by then, because there are only 3 of us in the office and the other person went home sick.   That means meeting the heat &amp; air person is going to be my lunchtime.  They called at 11:00 to say the guy is on his way. On my way home Imran called to finalize our lunch plans, so I told him what was going on and we decided that it would take him at least 30 minutes to get to me, so it would be better to reschedule. So that was disappointment #1. Now, about hubby's new job....it's a great opportunity for him, but the company is in a transition stage, so long hours are going to be required for the forseeable future. I understand that and I accept that. What I can't accept is going all day without getting so much as an email from him, let alone a phone call. He told me this morning he would call if he could, but I didn't think about him not being able to. I knew he was working with someone today to learn more about things, but didn't he take a lunch break? Didn't the guy he was working with go pee at some point? So all day, no word from him at all. Not even to check progress on the condition of the air conditioner, which is fine by the way. I am hurt deeply by this. Disappointment # 2. So after work I come home and freshen up, then go to Target for new filters for the AC unit, then to B&amp;amp;N to meet Deb. Although that was the highlight of my day, it was also disaappointment # 3. Without broadcasting too much of Deb's business on the WWW, I will say she is having some health issues. And today she looked so tired and worn out that it made my heart ache. So we didn't get to spend much time together, and that, combined with seeing her so fatigued, was a real bummer. I love her so much and I want to do something, anything, to help in some way, but I don't know what to do. I feel so helpless. So I came home. Meanwhile hubby had tried to get me 3 times on my cell....well, would you have answered?? I sure as hell didn't!! So we had words when I got home, and now here I am writing this while wiping away tears. Oh, I'll be ok. Check out these pics of more fabric collages from Leslie Riley's class. 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I feel like I have been run over with a steamroller, both physically and mentally. I like to have time to process things, and being thrust back into "normalcy" so soon after an event like A&amp;amp;S without having some down time to relive, rehash, and fully absorb it all frustrates me to no end, only adding to my exhaustion. I was only there for 3 days, and I can't imagine how those who were present for the whole event must be feeling, especially the teachers. And speaking of teachers...I met &lt;a href="http://www.ornamental.typepad.com"&gt;NINA&lt;/a&gt;!! Guess you figured that out from the pic. I wasn't able to take a class of hers, but made a beeline to her table on vendor night as soon as the doors opened. I was hoping to get to her before the crowds descended, but she was already getting so busy, so we chatted a moment, then later I came back by to visit once more before I left. I wanted to get her picture, but she was so wonderful and suggested we both get in the pic. I just wanted to pull her away and go someplace quiet where we could put our feet up with a BIG glass of wine and chat....it's so funny, because I feel like i've known her my whole life. I felt like that even before we met, and I feel it even more strongly now. I wont even attempt to explain further, because I know I can't do the feeling justice, but it's a feeling straight from my SOUL. Now to the rest of the story...lol....my first class was with Leslie Riley (with me in the other pic). WOW...another amazing lady and a great teacher. In her class (Fragments/Story Fragments) on Saturday, I was relaxed and felt free to play and let my creativity flow. I enjoyed every minute of it, which was not to be the case in my other two classes (though no fault of the teachers). There was some incredible pieces made in that class, and I have pictures that I will post in the next few days. I didn't finish my piece, but plan on doing so soon, and will post a pic of it at that time. Sunday I had Traci Bautista's doodles.layers.monoprints class. The best thing to come from that class was meeting a new friend--hi Ellen! She really made the day for me. The class was fast-paced and absolutely running over with techniques, which is a great thing. But by about 3 in the afternoon I was on overload. I couldn't remember what I had learned that morning, or even the techniques in Traci's latest demo. I was getting frustrated, and just wanted to stop. I needed absorb time. But somehow I managed to get through the rest of the afternoon (thanks again Ellen!). Thank goodness I have Traci's book, because right now I am still drawing a blank when I think about that class. Then on Monday was Michael deMeng's Voodoo Doodad Dolls. At certain moments throughout my time at A&amp;S I knew I was in the presence of greatness, and it was never truer than when I was with &lt;a href="http://www.michaeldemeng.com"&gt;Michael&lt;/a&gt;. I was star-struck, and actually had trouble speaking the first time I opened my mouth to talk to him. I got over that for the most part, though when I left and was telling him goodbye, I teared up and almost cried, so I can just imagine the impression I left on him!! But in my defense I must say that by that time I was worn out, my mind was racing with ideas, and my emotions were running wild. I was sad at leaving A&amp;amp;S (I actually left Michael's class an hour early because I was anxious about driving home), but was also feeling so inadequate, for lack of a better word. I was very dissatisfied with my Doodad doll, while several people in the class made stunning pieces. I have been working for a long time at not being so hard on myself, but that day I just couldn't quiet those inner voices. The reasons I didn't have a good experience on Monday were due to my own inner workings, and certainly had nothing to do with Michael, because he is brilliant. His knowledge of paint and color is astounding, and he is a wonderful person and teacher. He helped me so much throughout the day, and I wish I had been in a better place mentally to take better advantage of the opportunity. I didn't finish that project either, but have lots of ideas for it, and will post a pic when I'm finished, no matter how unhappy with it I may be!  Did I mention that &lt;a href="http://www.burntofferings.com"&gt;Linda and Opie O'Brien &lt;/a&gt;were in Michael's class too?! Talk about brushes with greatness! And speaking of greatness, I was also able to meet Jane of &lt;a href="http://www.randomartsnow.com"&gt;Random Arts &lt;/a&gt;on vendor night. As with Nina, I would have loved to have had more time to chat, but Jane's booth was a mob scene because of all the cool stuff they had to offer (and rest assured I snagged some of it while I was there!). But I plan on taking a ride to Saluda sometime in the not so distant future for a proper visit. I will definitely attend Art &amp; Soul again; not only for the practical knowledge to be gained and the chance to be surrounded by my "people", but also for the opportunity it gives me to grow in ways not so easily defined. &lt;a href="http://www.randomartsnow.com"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloglines.com/sub/http://thenext40years.blogspot.com"&gt;
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