<?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-639639973940113962</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:37:35.518-07:00</updated><category term='creative'/><category term='values'/><category term='dreamers'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='energy'/><category term='path'/><category term='doers'/><category term='life purpose'/><category term='north star'/><category term='inspirations'/><category term='clearing'/><category term='Starting Out'/><category term='mondo beyondo'/><category term='sensual'/><category term='Risk'/><category term='sources'/><category term='graceful'/><category term='dream list'/><category term='intentions abundance journey'/><category term='Fear'/><category term='dreams of loved ones'/><category term='centered'/><category term='generous'/><title type='text'>Play for the Soul</title><subtitle type='html'>Journeys of Joy and Discovery</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639639973940113962/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668865843879602041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXTfPVYtHvY/SvSjoe7Ac2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/EPksNiQymV4/S220/Sepia+Self+Portrait.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639639973940113962.post-8999536841069231631</id><published>2010-01-28T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T14:59:20.034-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mondo beyondo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams of loved ones'/><title type='text'>A Dream Come True</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.dailypainters.com/1258574160/images/scale/scaleimg/475/495/N/0/_2F_images_2F_origs_2F_721_2F_impressionist_children_painting_contemporary_siblings_boy_girl_brother_sister.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://cdn.dailypainters.com/1258574160/images/scale/scaleimg/475/495/N/0/_2F_images_2F_origs_2F_721_2F_impressionist_children_painting_contemporary_siblings_boy_girl_brother_sister.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In our Mondo Beyondo class we were invited to take our dream list out again- the one I wrote on the quiet and snowy night and had whispered into Ava's ear when she was sleeping. One of my dreams was to actually have my brother Johnny visit me in a dream. I know this sounds strange and maybe spooky, but he left this world almost six years ago and I miss him so much. I have not had a dream with him in it for many years and I just wanted so much to have the feeling of seeing him. Well, this is quite unbelievable, but the day after I took out my list and quietly spent time just being with the list... I had the most amazing dream! I was sick with a cold or virus- in bed the whole day yesterday. &amp;nbsp;I say this because it was a dream that came after I had already sent the family off to work and school and I went back to bed. I slept for hours until my dog Beau barked at someone in the building and I woke up suddenly. I could remember everything- my brother Johnny arriving at the house where I was with my mother, the blue crisp checked shirt he was wearing, the brown fur vest (I know- strange- like the ones I saw in Paris last fall) and his clear, bright skin and radiant smile. His eyes sparkled the whole time and he was so joyful. We hugged very tightly for a long time. I cried with joy and told him I missed him so much. He hugged me with strong arms. Then my brother Mark (who passed away a few years earlier) was standing on my right side. My oldest brother Mike was in the room, smiling in his quiet way. Karen was in the background. My mother looked great- fresh, dewey skin, turquoise blue eyeliner (that I have never seen on her!) and short, chic hair. She was busily going from child to child, and I was laughing and crying with joy. I still have the so-real feeling that I was with my brothers yesterday, and it is so deep and full of eternal love that I am full of gratitude and wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639639973940113962-8999536841069231631?l=joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8999536841069231631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/dream-come-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639639973940113962/posts/default/8999536841069231631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639639973940113962/posts/default/8999536841069231631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/dream-come-true.html' title='A Dream Come True'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668865843879602041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXTfPVYtHvY/SvSjoe7Ac2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/EPksNiQymV4/S220/Sepia+Self+Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639639973940113962.post-8882655593198185362</id><published>2010-01-28T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T15:06:02.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearing: the Big and the Daily</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In the on-line course I am taking called &amp;nbsp;"Mondo Beyondo" &amp;nbsp;there was a lesson I wrote about encouraging us to do a "clearing"- a cleansing of sorts- whether it be clutter, unhealthy relationships, a bad job, old business, your closet- just the healthy and freeing idea of clearing out- cleansing. Some people went on a media diet and watched no TV or read no newspapers for a week, others went on a fast, and so on. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I cleared out some of the basement and my closet. &amp;nbsp;Whew! I received the below today from "Daily OM", &amp;nbsp;and I love that it echos this idea of clearing and freeing- a daily way to unclutter the mind by not putting so much clutter in it (like TV news, magazines, etc.) A good reminder- that constantly consuming information is like mind-clutter. I welcome the idea to make sure that once a day I find something that &amp;nbsp;will unclutter and settle my busy mind. I enjoy walking with Beau in the woods, a short meditation in the early morning in front of my second-hand fireplace, and yoga with Ava Grace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I will try and do at least one of these a day. Is there something you like to do each day to calm and unclutter your mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote type="cite"&gt;&lt;div bgcolor="#ffffff" link="#55494B" text="#55494B" vlink="55494B"&gt;&lt;table style="width: 740px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="position: static; z-index: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;table style="position: static; z-index: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Clearing Your Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Allowing Spirit in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Set aside time each day to unclutter and settle your mind. Whether through yoga, dance, walking or journaling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a full day out in the world, stories, words, images, and songs from any number of sources continue to play in our heads hours after we encounter them. Even as we lie in bed, in the quiet dark, our minds continue noisily processing all the input from our day. This can leave us feeling unsettled and harassed. It also makes it difficult to take in any new information or inspiration. Like a cluttered house that needs to be cleared if it is to have room for movement and new life, our minds need clearing if they are to be open to new information, ideas, and inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too often, the activities we choose to help us relax only add to the clutter. Watching television, seeing a movie, reading a book, or talking to a friend all involve taking in more information. In order to really clear our minds, we need a break from mental stimulation. Activities like yoga, dancing, or taking a long walk help to draw our attention to our bodies, slowing our mental activity enough that our minds begin to settle. Deep breathing is an even simpler way to draw attention away from our mental activities. Once we are mentally relaxed, we can begin the process of clearing our minds. Most of us instinctively know what allows our minds to relax and release any unnecessary clutter. It may be meditation or time spent staring at the stars. Whatever it is, these exercises feel like a cool, cleansing bath for the brain and leave our minds feeling clear and open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting aside time to clear our minds once a day creates a ritual that becomes second nature over time. Our minds will begin to settle with less effort the more we practice. Ultimately, the practice of clearing our minds allows us to be increasingly more open so that we can perceive the world as the fresh offering it is, free of yesterday‚s mental clutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639639973940113962-8882655593198185362?l=joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8882655593198185362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/clearing-big-and-daily.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639639973940113962/posts/default/8882655593198185362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639639973940113962/posts/default/8882655593198185362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/clearing-big-and-daily.html' title='Clearing: the Big and the Daily'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668865843879602041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXTfPVYtHvY/SvSjoe7Ac2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/EPksNiQymV4/S220/Sepia+Self+Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639639973940113962.post-4359008088289447175</id><published>2010-01-20T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:50:52.192-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clearing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='path'/><title type='text'>Creating a Clearing</title><content type='html'>A clearing is a wide open empty space that is ready for something new or amazing to emerge. In the online journey I am taking with women around the globe we were asked this week to create a clearing. Interestingly, I was in the midst of this activity even before the lesson was posted online. I had no choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were&amp;nbsp;traveling through Germany and the USA during Christmas and New Years and came home in mid-January to all of the Christmas decorations covering our long dining table. I cleared off this wonderful table, getting rid of lots of things that no longer suited our aesthetic. It felt so good I kept going, and cleared out some hot spots of clutter in corners and in two closets. And finally- I pulled all of my extra canvases and art supplies that were stacking themselves up in the corners of my bedroom into a cohesive bunch- and freed myself of the nagging feeling that I was not painting enough- a nag that faced me in the bedroom of all places! Then, it really happened... for the next two days I was very energized and in a great mood. And clarity started to emerge around my path forward! It really happened! It was like a fog lifted and I began to see shapes, and then lines. I had lunch dates with two wonderful friends this week and through both creative conversations, and two late night talks with my husband, my path began to take form and shape. It has been so exciting I could hardly sleep for the past few nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639639973940113962-4359008088289447175?l=joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4359008088289447175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/creating-clearing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639639973940113962/posts/default/4359008088289447175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639639973940113962/posts/default/4359008088289447175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/creating-clearing.html' title='Creating a Clearing'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668865843879602041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXTfPVYtHvY/SvSjoe7Ac2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/EPksNiQymV4/S220/Sepia+Self+Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639639973940113962.post-2047922743200795637</id><published>2010-01-16T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T04:58:17.437-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream list'/><title type='text'>Unearthing dreams</title><content type='html'>Very, very late last night, when all was still and quiet, I sat down to write my deepest dreams list. I think the task was a combination of very exciting mixed with a touch of fear so I found a way to put it off. &amp;nbsp; I remembered our golden retriever had to go out so I took him for a late walk in the thick snow. It was outside in the crisp and silent stillness that I allowed myself to go to that place where deepest dreams were stored, and often stuffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came back in I was ready to write. The wishes, the dreams flooded my journal page. &amp;nbsp;No surprises. Well, there was one big surprise that I never knew I wanted. Was that a real dream or just an impulse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crawled in bed with my five-year-old and spooned up so close we had no gaps. She said "Hi Mommy" in &amp;nbsp;a very clear voice, but I knew she was practically sleep talking. &amp;nbsp;"Can I tell you my deepest dreams?" &amp;nbsp;I asked her. "Yes, Mommy" she replied. I slowly, calmly recounted my dreams, one by one. I think she drifted off to sleep when I was describing where I want to live, but I am not sure. Maybe she is carrying all of her Mommy's dreams inside her soul along with like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639639973940113962-2047922743200795637?l=joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2047922743200795637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/dream-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639639973940113962/posts/default/2047922743200795637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639639973940113962/posts/default/2047922743200795637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/dream-list.html' title='Unearthing dreams'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668865843879602041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXTfPVYtHvY/SvSjoe7Ac2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/EPksNiQymV4/S220/Sepia+Self+Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639639973940113962.post-821663593312169218</id><published>2010-01-15T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T15:05:56.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>candlelight, quiet night, man in flight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;a letter to my long-time girlfriends who are sharing in mondo beyondo with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just love that we were all in a women's circle together, more than a decade ago, so many wrinkles and life lessons and babies have made their imprints on us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am getting deeper into the mondo beyondo journey tonight. funny how life works out.. that i could not take it in october b/c it was full, b/c i think january is a wonderful time of year to do it. plus we have the knowledge and energy vibrations that we are all traveling this soul-uncovering journey together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so... here we are again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;daughter is sleeping, husband just called to let me know his plane leaves soon to bring him home to us, and it is so, so quiet... is it the deep blanket of white snow outside, with not a single sound to be heard, not even a car? or is it that I finally slowed down from a six-week busy phase to make a quiet, centered space to go inside and look around?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639639973940113962-821663593312169218?l=joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/821663593312169218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/candlelight-quiet-night-man-in-flight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639639973940113962/posts/default/821663593312169218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639639973940113962/posts/default/821663593312169218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/candlelight-quiet-night-man-in-flight.html' title='candlelight, quiet night, man in flight'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668865843879602041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXTfPVYtHvY/SvSjoe7Ac2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/EPksNiQymV4/S220/Sepia+Self+Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639639973940113962.post-6705174577999521404</id><published>2010-01-15T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T04:26:44.941-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graceful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='centered'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='values'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='generous'/><title type='text'>Values That Guide Me</title><content type='html'>Tonight's assignment is about values. What are the core guiding principles that inform my day-to-day decisions? where I spend my time? what my priorities are? &amp;nbsp;The starting point to uncover these was to think about who I most admire. &amp;nbsp;I came up with my Grandmother Ivy, a famous woman, and a mother at my daughter's school. In brainstorming the qualities that these three women possess, I was able to derive a list of what my top five values are in my life right now. I wonder how these change during different seasons in our life?&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/_NXTfPVYtHvY/S1DxNfzThnI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yr-tbsWyXIM/s1600-h/P1070877.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXTfPVYtHvY/S1DxNfzThnI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yr-tbsWyXIM/s320/P1070877.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My set of values:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Centered- spiritual, intuitive, connected, grounded&lt;br /&gt;Creative-expressive, artistic, imaginative, capture the essence in art, story and how I live&lt;br /&gt;Sensual-aesthetic, connected to body and nature&lt;br /&gt;Generous-loving, giving, nurturing family and friends with my best self&lt;br /&gt;Graceful-gratitude for life's abundant gifts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639639973940113962-6705174577999521404?l=joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6705174577999521404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/values-that-guide-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639639973940113962/posts/default/6705174577999521404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639639973940113962/posts/default/6705174577999521404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/values-that-guide-me.html' title='Values That Guide Me'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668865843879602041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXTfPVYtHvY/SvSjoe7Ac2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/EPksNiQymV4/S220/Sepia+Self+Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXTfPVYtHvY/S1DxNfzThnI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yr-tbsWyXIM/s72-c/P1070877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639639973940113962.post-4488824644417082880</id><published>2010-01-15T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T04:29:21.319-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sources'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='energy'/><title type='text'>My Energy Sources</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXTfPVYtHvY/S1DhhaoHSFI/AAAAAAAAALk/lUx902a0W2I/s1600-h/CIMG7399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXTfPVYtHvY/S1DhhaoHSFI/AAAAAAAAALk/lUx902a0W2I/s320/CIMG7399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get centered and quiet and think about what brings me energy, the sources just poured out. I feel so grateful to have so many ways to go to the well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Talking to God&lt;br /&gt;-Dancing with, talking to, being with my daughter&lt;br /&gt;-Walking in a creative, vibrant city- especially NY, SF, Paris&lt;br /&gt;-Writing&lt;br /&gt;-Painting&lt;br /&gt;-Learning&lt;br /&gt;-Reading&lt;br /&gt;-Sharing and laughing with my sister&lt;br /&gt;-Soulful physical connection&lt;br /&gt;-Making spaces aesthetically beautiful&lt;br /&gt;-Photographing moments- composing the elements in the moment&lt;br /&gt;-Being at the ocean&lt;br /&gt;-Being with my golden retriever Beau&lt;br /&gt;-Getting lost in art and architecture&lt;br /&gt;-Connecting others by entertaining at home&lt;br /&gt;-Making meaning by seeing patterns and connections&lt;br /&gt;-Rollerskating&lt;br /&gt;-Yoga&lt;br /&gt;-Staying up late in deep conversation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639639973940113962-4488824644417082880?l=joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4488824644417082880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-energy-sources.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639639973940113962/posts/default/4488824644417082880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639639973940113962/posts/default/4488824644417082880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-energy-sources.html' title='My Energy Sources'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668865843879602041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXTfPVYtHvY/SvSjoe7Ac2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/EPksNiQymV4/S220/Sepia+Self+Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXTfPVYtHvY/S1DhhaoHSFI/AAAAAAAAALk/lUx902a0W2I/s72-c/CIMG7399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639639973940113962.post-232340448836078076</id><published>2010-01-15T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T03:31:47.836-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreamers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doers'/><title type='text'>My Inspirational Dreamers and Doers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXTfPVYtHvY/S1DiL0jF27I/AAAAAAAAALs/cLQCrh8RA5s/s1600-h/CIMG6955.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXTfPVYtHvY/S1DiL0jF27I/AAAAAAAAALs/cLQCrh8RA5s/s320/CIMG6955.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My Mondo Beyondo assignment today was to write about who inspires me to take a chance on my dreams. &amp;nbsp;The first person to come to mind was Oprah, but when I gave it a second thought, I realized the person who quietly realizes dreams, one after the other, is my husband.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Andreas, my husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He wanted to own a house in Tuscany. He talked his parents into buying an old stone house when he was barely twenty, the same one that the whole family still enjoys today. He wanted to live in America in a wooden house in the mountains. He moved there in his 30s and we got married in our own beautiful house near Lake Tahoe. He wanted to fly airplanes across the United States to see the natural beauty and wonders of our land. He got his licenses in America and we spent eight years exploring beaches, cities, deserts, mountains in our Plane Jane. &amp;nbsp;He wanted to be a father. He held my hand for eight years while we never gave up on conceiving, and he fed, bathed, and nurtured our daughter round-the-clock by my side for the first three months of her life. We dreamed together of giving our daughter a childhood in Europe. &amp;nbsp;We three now live on a cobblestone street in an old Art Nouveau building in Europe. He wanted a roaring, sexy Harley Davidson. She is in the garage and he makes exciting roadtrips on his Road King. He is the biggest dreamer-doer that I have ever personally known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;Oprah Winfrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A fearless, courageous visionary and truth-teller. A giver who built a world-changing enterprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Susanne, my mother-in-law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A doctor, who in her seventies took a sailing trip with her girlfriends, all skilled sailors, played the classical music at my wedding accompanied by her son and daughter, cross-country skied with us every year while we lived in Tahoe, continued learning languages until she died, and spent a bulk of every year in her beloved Tuscan home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;Anne, my mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vibrancy, energy, positive outlook, charm, dancer, singer, artist, social spark. My mom was the first NFL cheerleader (part of the first &amp;nbsp;squad for the Washington Redskins in 1954) and has not put the pom-poms down yet. In fact, she performed at half-time for the Redskins this year and has another show this month. She has been my biggest supporter for my entire life, my cheerleader, my encourager, filling me with confidence and positive vision that I should just "go for it!" as she always says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;John, my dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rocket Scientist Extraordinaire. I spent my summers in New Mexico with our large family and extended family of NASA scientists and their children, all out there to test the latest rockets my dad and his colleagues designed and built at Goddard Space Flight Center in Maryland. From the first moment my body shook with the deep rumble of the rocket engines taking off to the time I buried him in our family plot when I was sixteen, my dad was an inspiration to me in how he channelled his unbelievable intelligence into one of the most exciting frontiers of the century.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tante Inge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My husband's aunt, who started a women's art circle 25 years ago that is still strong and vibrant, and of which I was allowed to join. Her house is full of paintings, books, and juicy inspirations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anne for her entrepreneurial spirit and tenacity with her husband, Michelle for her quiet insights, poetry and access to her emotions, Amy for her commitment to nurturing herself through dance and yoga, Lena for strength and building her own book publishing enterprise, Mary for her courage, Eli for her commitment to family and the community, Chau for her vision and ability to become a spiritual teacher with Thich Nhat Hahn, Julia for her artistic, well-run, organized home pulled off in a light and easy way, &amp;nbsp;Elizabeth K. for her sensuality, artistic and creative expression through her fashion and home, her entrepreneurial spirit in starting her own business, her courage and strength to survive cancer, her courage to take her three children and leave her heavy marriage to start a new happier life, her ability to love me despite all of my flaws, my disappearances, my truths.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639639973940113962-232340448836078076?l=joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/232340448836078076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-inspirational-dreamers-and-doers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639639973940113962/posts/default/232340448836078076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639639973940113962/posts/default/232340448836078076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-inspirational-dreamers-and-doers.html' title='My Inspirational Dreamers and Doers'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668865843879602041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXTfPVYtHvY/SvSjoe7Ac2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/EPksNiQymV4/S220/Sepia+Self+Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXTfPVYtHvY/S1DiL0jF27I/AAAAAAAAALs/cLQCrh8RA5s/s72-c/CIMG6955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639639973940113962.post-540102608352331194</id><published>2010-01-15T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T15:42:37.232-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intentions abundance journey'/><title type='text'>Intentions for the Dream Journey</title><content type='html'>Happiness! &amp;nbsp;I finally started Mondo Beyondo today, the online course that I tried to join in October of 2009 but had to wait for the next offering. I roped in some willing girlfriends from a women's circle over ten years ago and just knowing that they are there, in this journey with me, is so cozy and comforting. Connections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daughter is asleep in the living room and my husband is somewhere over the Atlantic, returning to Europe and to us. I have seven candles lit at different heights all around me, something luxurious and delicious that I usually don't do for just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved starting with intentions, and I loved reading and connecting to the beautiful souls that shared before I entered the picture. My intentions for the next five weeks of this journey, and beyond, are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be authentic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trust in myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;listen to my intuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make space for creativity, inner voice, calmness, discovery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reveal and clarify my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;claim my unique power and gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;celebrate who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;harness my courage &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be free and joyful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dwell in gratitude and abundance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXTfPVYtHvY/S1DDgRh3GZI/AAAAAAAAALc/G3xB-Opm0oo/s1600-h/P1010385.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXTfPVYtHvY/S1DDgRh3GZI/AAAAAAAAALc/G3xB-Opm0oo/s320/P1010385.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639639973940113962-540102608352331194?l=joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/540102608352331194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/mondo-beyondo-intentions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639639973940113962/posts/default/540102608352331194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639639973940113962/posts/default/540102608352331194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/mondo-beyondo-intentions.html' title='Intentions for the Dream Journey'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668865843879602041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXTfPVYtHvY/SvSjoe7Ac2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/EPksNiQymV4/S220/Sepia+Self+Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXTfPVYtHvY/S1DDgRh3GZI/AAAAAAAAALc/G3xB-Opm0oo/s72-c/P1010385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639639973940113962.post-6162011029672062527</id><published>2009-11-06T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T05:00:09.238-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life purpose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='north star'/><title type='text'>getting closer to my life purpose</title><content type='html'>For two years, I have been swimming in a sea of wisdom shared by gurus and masters doing their best to teach me what they know about finding one's life purpose. Eckhart Tolle has been my primary guide, as I listened and re-listened to hours of his teachings, reading all of his books, applying the practices. God has never left the scene, guiding me with gentle whispers. I have also studied Thich Nhat Hahn, Martha Beck, Elizabeth Lesser, Wayne Dyer, Jon Kabat Zinn, Marianne Williamson and Deborah Ford. These teachers were generous in their sharing, and I have been soaking it up. Beginning to meditate on a regular basis this year was what I needed to create the stillness to hear my inner guidance system. Tonight it became clear that life purpose is not a job or a career, it is bigger than all that. It is me being me, all the time. Me bringing me to each endeavor. It is listening to the guidance, the God Whispers, and making choices that feel like they are in alignment with my soul's desires. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Halloween party and trick-or-treating created last week in our neighborhood was bold and fun. We live in Germany. They don't have trick-or-treating. But we did last week- with 14 witches, vampires and goblins visiting 12 homes after a cozy party with glowing jack-o-lanterns. I love Halloween for its magical fun and mystery. The Thanksgiving we are hosting next week with five German families in our home will be a time to share the deep meaning of feasting, ritual, celebration, joy, beauty and thankfulness. Working with my consulting client to increase organizational performance, bringing myself and my true intentions to help and to create feels like what I am meant to be doing right now. Starting the women's &amp;nbsp;joy journey group to bring women together to play, grow and stretch resonates with my heart. I think I am getting clearer on life purpose, on finding the composite of experiences that points to my North Star.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639639973940113962-6162011029672062527?l=joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6162011029672062527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/getting-closer-to-my-life-purpose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639639973940113962/posts/default/6162011029672062527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639639973940113962/posts/default/6162011029672062527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/getting-closer-to-my-life-purpose.html' title='getting closer to my life purpose'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668865843879602041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXTfPVYtHvY/SvSjoe7Ac2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/EPksNiQymV4/S220/Sepia+Self+Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639639973940113962.post-7581222681815519829</id><published>2009-11-06T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:09:05.756-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Risk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starting Out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><title type='text'>hesitating to hit the "send" button</title><content type='html'>Excitement. Fear. Optimism. Hope. Joy. Uncertainty. My body, my stomach, is light and fluttery. I am filled with a range of emotions since I launched the idea in Germany for the new concept that Amy and I have been working on since February. &amp;nbsp;Drafting the invitation, keeping it in draft, finalizing it, and then sending it to a limited number of my favorite women has propelled me forward on my own journey. I now realize the risk I took in putting myself out there, doing something unusual. I am getting mixed reactions to the invitation. Many very positive, and some complete silence. I am thinking that the silence is coming from not really understanding what I am doing with this group, this joy journey we are calling Life Tastings. Four weeks until the first pilot session in Hannover. The pilot in San Francisco is next week. We are piloting different themes and different play activities, which will give us a robust set of experiences as we take this idea from planning and developing to opening it up for real women to come in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639639973940113962-7581222681815519829?l=joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7581222681815519829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/hesitating-to-hit-send-button.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639639973940113962/posts/default/7581222681815519829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639639973940113962/posts/default/7581222681815519829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyjourneyblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/hesitating-to-hit-send-button.html' title='hesitating to hit the &quot;send&quot; button'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668865843879602041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXTfPVYtHvY/SvSjoe7Ac2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/EPksNiQymV4/S220/Sepia+Self+Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
