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            <title>Zimbardo’s Infamous Prison Experiment: Where the Key Players Are Now</title>
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            <description>It’s arguably one of the most controversial experiments.
It all started in the basement of the psychology building at Stanford University on August 17, 1971 after psychologist Phil Zimbardo and colleagues took an ad out in the paper stating: “Male college students needed for psychological study of prison life. $15 per day for 1-2 weeks.” 
Over 70 people volunteered for the Stanford Prison Experiment. Twenty-four healthy, smart college-aged men were picked and randomly assigned either to be a guard or a prisoner. The aim of the study was to explore the psychology of prison life and how specific situations affect people’s behavior.
But the experiment didn’t last very long — six days to be exact. Zimbardo was forced to pull the plug because of the disturbing behavior of the guard...</description>
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            <pubDate>Sat, 27 Aug 2011 12:04:17 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>The story of this battle</title>
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            <description>Jesus took me on an amazing journey in the past 2 weeks. After struggling, struggling, struggling with depression for months, trying this medication and that, I was suddenly plunged into the depths of the dark pit of my own past sins and Satan's wrenching grip. God felt so far away, like a satellite makes it's slow orbit around the earth - He, making His silent orbit around me a million miles away, just checking in those darkest hours of the night. Faith fit me like a clumsy second-hand coat and I couldn't find my battle armor. Faith is lost, and is carried away out of their mouth (Jeremiah 7:28b).I hurt myself, people who care deeply about me, loving and respecting and believing, sometimes, I think, in the &quot;writer Genevieve&quot;, not the real and battle-worn Genevieve standing before them. Th...</description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 18 Apr 2011 08:35:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>When God seems far away</title>
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            <description>I remember the moment clearly, when last He showed His face. It was only the second time in my life I felt like I had seen Him. Both times I was wrung out, wasted, worn, weary. The first time by the confounding decisions I faced as a single woman. This day, by the suffering of life...Amy's illness, the newly worsened drudgery of my days as a mom, failures at school and work, at home as wife and mother and housekeeper.So I flung myself like a rag doll across my bed, and my inner two year old showed herself in the hot tears and loud sobs. I heard the kids edging toward the closed door of the bedroom, but the sobs kept coming. And WHY? It wasn't as though someone had died or anything truly terrible had happened. I was undone by a whole list of small problems, that's all.Where are you? I sobbe...</description>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 17 Feb 2011 10:09:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Valentine’s Day for the Realistic Romantic</title>
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            <description>At the beginning of a new love relationship, we may find ourselves in a beautiful fantasyland. Finally, the struggle to find peace and happiness is over&amp;#8230;
‘I am saved. I am safe. I am lovable. I am desirable. I am acceptable. I belong. I am overflowing with love to give and joy to share. I am so incredibly alive. We are a perfect match.’
And then reality sets in&amp;#8230;
‘He leaves his wet towel on the bed.’ 
‘She is constantly texting.’ 
‘He is always late.’ 
‘She is always working.’ 
‘He drinks too much.’ 
You may wonder, ‘Who is this person I thought I knew?’ ‘She’s changed.’ ‘He’s different.’

‘You complete me’ spirals down into ‘You deplete me.’
Despite our hopes for perfection, romantic love relationships, like every aspect of life, ...</description>
            <author>World of Psychology</author>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 14 Feb 2011 11:00:03 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Real Meaning At Christmas</title>
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            <description>Every day I go to work and spend time with suffering people. They come to me for help and for comfort. They open up to me with problems that they would not tell anyone else. They put trust in me &amp;#8212; even if I am not able to fix their problems. I serve as a source of healing, but I also am a source of hope.
Christmas is a moving season for many of the same reasons. No, I am not talking about the giving of gifts or the time spent with family. I am not talking about traditions, church services, or singing carols. I am not even talking about what many see as thereal meaning of Christmas: Mary, Joseph, shepherds, wise men, and baby Jesus. The Christmas story most of us see in pictures or read about in story books is a far cry from the Biblical account. The story we see and hear is...</description>
            <author>Better Health</author>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 24 Dec 2010 22:00:14 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>the winding road to Joy …</title>
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            <description>Joy escapes me sometimes. Perhaps more accurately, I escape Joy. It happens when I am busy. When I am feeling unappreciated. When I am tired. When I say &amp;#8220;Yes.&amp;#8221; to more and &amp;#8220;No.&amp;#8221; to less. When I forget that I am only able to do what I have grace to accomplish.
No exceptions.
I escaped Joy yesterday. I took a wrong turn on the winding road of Grace {on my way to Joy} and ended up at a dead end.  It wasn&amp;#8217;t pretty. And, although I am {always} forgiven &amp;#8230; I picked it back up this morning to examine what God was doing in the midst of my busy.
What I saw was that sometimes I forget the desires of my heart. {My busy causes these moments of amnesia.}
When I forget, I get angry and {feel} alone and unaided. Which is puzzling because I &amp;#8220;know&amp;#8221; {in my head...</description>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 05 Dec 2010 15:12:22 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Gray</title>
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            <description>The day glints raw and gray through the kitchen pane. &amp;nbsp;We read the last two Psalms for devotions this morning, the kids in slippers and me under wool against the cold filtering through the crack in the bedroom window. There is a lot of singing in Psalms 149 and 150, a call of the peasant saints to battle. &amp;nbsp;This morning, I am tethered in flight, my mouth full of rust instead of song.As Katy pulls on pair after pair of jeans in the kitchen behind me...this pair too tight, and this one, too...my thumb rests idly on the keypad of the phone, the doctor's number so long memorized scrolling past my mind's eye marquee endlessly. &amp;nbsp;The checkbook is empty and much needed relief has been delayed...again. &amp;nbsp;Our favorite cat lies dead in a ditch, waiting for us to pull on clothes to g...</description>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 14 Sep 2010 14:31:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Best of Our Blogs: July 20, 2010</title>
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            <description>Today, one door closed for me. Yet, last week another one flew wide open. Even with the happy news, this recent event could have put me on a one way street towards disappointment, pessimism and despair. And to be honest, it did for at least most of my morning. But something shifted in me. Maybe it&amp;#8217;s all of the inspiring articles I get to read here. Like this week&amp;#8217;s post on learning how to be mindful of all moments and accept them for what they are.
Still, it was difficult at first. Kind of like going to the dentist or grieving over a lost friendship, my impulse was to distract and detach. But I pressed on. Like you, I&amp;#8217;m learning as I go along. Specifically, that life&amp;#8217;s not about rigidity and always getting what I want. And that this closed door could be a sign of so...</description>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 20 Jul 2010 13:08:19 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Lamenting the loss of normalcy</title>
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            <description>Sometimes it just hits you in the gut like a ton of bricks. &amp;nbsp;There is nothing left in your life that is normal. &amp;nbsp;You watch, on Facebook, at church, through blogs and e-mails, as your friends and most of your family progress through a &quot;normal&quot; life, with fun pictures of holidays, updates about jobs, all the little details that make up &quot;normal&quot;. &amp;nbsp;And you realize there is nothing left you can claim as normal. &amp;nbsp;I found a photo taken a few weeks before we lost normal. &amp;nbsp;What brings the tears the quickest is my children, my husband. &amp;nbsp;He looks so young. &amp;nbsp;I look at Caleb - just born - and Amelia, not even 2. &amp;nbsp;They don't remember &quot;normal&quot;. &amp;nbsp;I see Katy's innocence. &amp;nbsp;I had never asked to learn to do laundry or cook a meal or clean a bathroom yet. &amp;nbsp...</description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 05 Jul 2010 19:30:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>The dark path</title>
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            <description>But that was a long time and no matter how I tryThe years just flow by like a broken down dam.There's flies in the kitchen I can hear 'em there buzzingAnd I ain't done nothing since I woke up today.How can a person go to work in the morningAnd come home in the evening and have nothing to say.Just give me one thing that I can hold on toTo believe in this living is just a hard way to go~John Prine~Searching. &amp;nbsp;I am sure I have questions answered, so positive I practically skip instead of walking. &amp;nbsp;And then, in the darkness of a new time of testing, I turn my ankle in the same holes. &amp;nbsp;One minute, I have the clearest sight and surest perspective, as a worshiping woman confident in her faith. &amp;nbsp;The next, I am blinded by my ignorance and my tears as I struggle with the weight o...</description>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 23 Jun 2010 19:49:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>To sleep: perchance to dream</title>
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            <description>Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them? ...to say we end the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd. ~ Hamlet, Act III, Scene IA few weeks ago, tears sprang to my eyes as I realized that only cat tracks walked up to Echo Woods. Each chapter of suffering is eventually closed, and a new chapter opened. The winter months have brought the realities of suffering with my ill child, first the fury of adaptation to acute illness and now the slow lingering embers that occasionally spark to life and spur us to new realization of what chronic illness means in our home. I had meant to go sit by Teddy's little cairn this...</description>
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            <pubDate>Sat, 13 Mar 2010 18:29:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Unanswered prayer</title>
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            <description>I have unanswered prayersI have trouble I wish wasn't thereAnd I have asked a thousand waysThat You would take my pain awayI am trying to understandHow to walk this weary landMake straight the paths that crooked lieOh Lord, before these feet of mineWhen my world is shakingHeaven standsWhen my heart is breakingI never leave Your handsYour hands that shaped the worldAre holding me, they hold me still~ Your Hands, J.J. Heller ~The bacterial culture done on Amelia's spinal fluid last week grew a particularly rare anaerobic bacteria, Propionibacterium acnes, on Wednesday, 5 days after the fluid was removed from her body. This bacteria is a common skin bacteria, and usually only causes meningitis or encephalitis in children with hardware in their brains (VP shunts) or post-neurosurgical patients...</description>
            <author>Turquoise Gates</author>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 07 Mar 2010 04:30:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Caregiver emotions</title>
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            <description>Generally they run the gamut. first of all depending on what stage your family member is in, this will dictate some of the feelings. They tend to vary and have a significant range, sometimes for no apparent reason and sometimes for a very good reason. At the two opposite ends of the spectrum are HOPE and UTTER DESPAIR. They are intense and strong, it is unusual to have a mundane day. There is the psychological issue of coming to terms early on after the diagnosis, and knowing and accepting there is no cure-that can be mentally exhausting as is any grief process. Mental overload and exhaustion leads to anger, sadness, anxious feelings and sometimes physical symptoms and problems, more headaches, irritable bowel, aches and pains, back problems, neck problems, lots of signs of mental stress, ...</description>
            <author>Caregiver Survival: I Hate Alzheimer's</author>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 23 Feb 2010 21:58:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Whacked</title>
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            <description>Remember the game Whack-a-Mole? I feel like the mole. Every time I stick my head out, it gets beaned.Just in the last few days, drive to town: WHACK. Car dies. Work on your marriage. WHACK. People fail. Go to your cancer appointment with hope. WHACK. You still have cancer. You crushed down old memories and stubbed out the pain in a pile of ashes. WHACK. Memories never die.When I am about to drift out into the abyss, when the Rock that is the object of my faith seems like just another iceberg in a rough sea, something has to tether me. This day, it was my daughter's hand. She - innocent, eager, trusting - tethered me, bitter, worn, weary. As the King says, I can guarantee this truth: Unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. (Matthew 18:3...</description>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 11 Feb 2010 00:57:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Dancing in the rain</title>
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            <description>As I watched them walk out the door ahead of me, waiting for the perfect shaft of light to illuminate girlhood and infancy lilting through the sunset and out of the cavernous old barn, a million old emotions flooded back. That moment...watching someone I love dearly walk off with my son, facing forward toward the beauty and possibility that is life outside the cavern...I remember the moments I spent watching my kids dance in a lamp lit living room in November. Isolated, shivering, standing in the dark, surrounded by the eerie loneliness of the sounds of city nightlife. Feeling my life slip like so many grains of sand through an open palm. The glass shut me out, just like the length of that barn floor did. Being an outsider is never pleasant, especially when your heart is heavy with worry.T...</description>
            <author>Turquoise Gates</author>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 03:28:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>The war on daily pain</title>
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            <description>Funny, isn’t it, all the little truisms you pick up along the highway of life; kind of like road signs? Remember the old Burma Shave signs we used to read along the road when we would travel as children? Today, we’re all grown up and the road of chronic pain and illness is somewhat like those thoroughfares in Iraq; mined with hazards all along the way. Some days you maneuver along just fine, detecting the mines, driving cautiously and being just plain lucky. Those are the days your radar is working and you have gained the upper hand. Other days, a bomb goes off in your face or if it doesn’t, you almost pray one would. Each day is different than the previous one. You wonder, cautiously, “What will tomorrow bring?”
It’s never boring, living this way, that’s for certain. We are ...</description>
            <author>Life with Chronic Pain</author>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2009 19:59:53 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Managing Overwhelm</title>
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Can this be accomplished? Managing overwhelm?? Isn&amp;#8217;t the lack of control the very essence of overwhelm?
Maybe not. 
Overwhelm is like a giant wave of tasks, situations and.or emotions that momentarily threatens to envelop us. It can paralyze us. Unless we grab a surfboard; a surfboard called Cope! 
What? Go surfing? 
Learning to cope with the sweeping waves of Life is part of living. We all have &amp;#8220;bad&amp;#8221; days when we simply wash onto shore — water-logged and exhausted.  However, experience and practice enables any surfer — and those of us who merely &amp;#8220;surf&amp;#8221; the wild waves of Life — to ride to the shore on even the largest of waves! 
My &amp;#8220;surfboard&amp;#8221; of choice at the moment is: One Step at a Time and {Master Lists}. And &amp;#8230; I get ...</description>
            <author>The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel)</author>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2009 18:49:31 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Goals and Clarity</title>
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For the past three months I have wondered if I would ever move past the baseline of my Life-Plan. I had what I needed to move forward: Goals (my plans, my notes and tons of research) — as well as the ever-necessary dash of CreAtive inspiration! 
And I had Clarity.
Clarity is the proverbial tugboat that maneuvers Goals to their final destination. It has the ability to push or pull a Goal through a difficult phase.
The &amp;#8220;difficult phase&amp;#8221; for my Goals has been my roller-coaster-wellness. (And although I am &amp;#8220;more well&amp;#8221; — the adventure continues &amp;#8230;) 
Despite these physical challenges, my ability to nurture and focus upon the vision regarding my Goals remains constant. Um, &amp;#8216;cept for those darn periodic black-outs and power surges. 
Last week  I ...</description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 18:15:35 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Emotional Payoffs Finally Revealed</title>
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            <description>Alright, so I teased you a bit on the first post of this topic. You probably thought you were going to hear all about these so-called &amp;#8220;emotional payoffs&amp;#8221; I keep talking about. Well, here I will get to the &amp;#8220;rest of the story.&amp;#8221; 
Just a caveat, this whole self-awareness thing can be kind of dicey. Be careful what you ask because you might get answers that make you uncomfortable. If you see yourself in these descriptions, try not to soak it up too strongly all at once. Just make a note of it and read on through the end. Keep in mind that the first post referred to your special someone becoming disinterested in a night out with you. We will now look at the emotional possibilities with this conflict.
Angry and vocal - This brings the confrontation to a head quickly. The p...</description>
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            <title>What Is The Payoff For Your Emotional Choices?</title>
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            <description>Yes, you read the title correctly. There really is a payoff for every emotionally-driven behavior and thought. And to a certain extent, these are controllable elements of your life. So when you behave or think in a way that is directed chiefly by emotion, what actually happens in your favor? Pouting, giving in, refusing to give in, self-pity, yelling - they all have payoffs. Let me explain and you may find a little bit of yourself by the end of this post.
How Do You React Internally And Externally?
When you are faced with a challenge or conflict, you are likely to have an emotional response. You are also likely to have thoughts that reflect your beliefs and life priorities. From those elements, you will officially have some kind of reaction. It may be shock, disgust, anger, despair, confus...</description>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 11 Mar 2009 21:09:46 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Motivation to Change: The Road Forms a “T”</title>
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            <description>Living in a rural area, I am used to a road dead-ending &amp;#8230; Usually at a barbed-wire fence border around a country field; the pavement forms a &amp;#8220;T&amp;#8221; &amp;#8230; A place where I will have to make a turn — take a new direction — in order to get back to the direction I was [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Sat, 28 Feb 2009 18:47:59 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Suicide: When It Hurts Too Much To Live</title>
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            <description>What happens when it hurts too much to live? Can it really be too painful to live one more moment with emptiness, depression, and despair? Yes, for some people suicide seems like the only way out. 
Not every person who contemplates killing themselves is truly interested in ending their time on earth. For many, suicidal thoughts are about escape &amp;#8212; musing about the idea of leaving the bonds that bind them to other people, responsibilities to burdens, and the despair of what they can&amp;#8217;t change. If they could just escape it, maybe they still could go on somehow. Not right now, but after a while. They just need to get away from it.
Suicidal thoughts and actions are also sometimes paired with strong impulses and low inhibitions. This can happen with drugs and alcohol, bipolar disorder...</description>
            <author>World of Psychology</author>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 24 Feb 2009 18:49:45 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Watercolor Life</title>
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            <description>See your life in a different light; notice varying hues. And allow sweeping broad strokes &amp;#8230; Refinement will come later. ~stargardener

More ponderings on Watercolor Living &amp;#8230; (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 24 Feb 2009 13:29:34 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Make the Choice. The Hard Choice.</title>
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            <description>We all face The Hard Choice. 
The Hard Choice to pull off the layers of complaint, of self-loathing, of disdain for everyone else and the overall sense of discontent, emptiness and a sorrow that goes beyond words.
To get-real. 
To put aside what we are feeling and to ask God, &amp;#8220;What are You doing?&amp;#8221; and &amp;#8220;What [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 23 Feb 2009 13:38:28 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Overcoming Depression: Do It Yourself Or Get A Professional?</title>
            <link>http://www.medworm.com/index.php?rid=2205007&amp;cid=t_113263_109_f&amp;fid=34750&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fpsychcentral.com%2Fblog%2Farchives%2F2009%2F02%2F21%2Fovercoming-depression-do-it-yourself-or-get-a-professional%2F</link>
            <description>About a month ago, I put in a new faucet. Our old one was leaky, old, crusted over, and the dripping, dripping, dripping was torture to my ears. Imagine trying to sit and write something brilliant with that going on in the background every 1.7 seconds? 
Finally, I took it upon myself to take care of it. I thought I&amp;#8217;d suffered enough with this thing, more misery than it was worth hoping something would happen. Since my husband wasn&amp;#8217;t too enthused, I decided I&amp;#8217;d tackle it myself. I was going to &amp;#8220;fix&amp;#8221; my faucet. I did get the right parts at the store, wrestled with the old faucet for a while, and finally got the thing working. 
What pride I had in doing it myself! I was reluctant even to ask help from my husband after a while when I was stuck on the last piece &amp;#...</description>
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            <pubDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2009 19:42:49 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Rhythms of Grace (how to avoid crashing waves … and other adventures)</title>
            <link>http://www.medworm.com/index.php?rid=2196346&amp;cid=t_113263_136_f&amp;fid=37858&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fdessertyears.wordpress.com%2F2009%2F02%2F18%2Frhythms-of-grace-how-to-avoid-crashing-waves-and-other-adventures%2F</link>
            <description>Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you&amp;#8217;ll recover your life. I&amp;#8217;ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won&amp;#8217;t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 18 Feb 2009 22:03:30 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>You have today. What will you do with it?</title>
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            <description>So many times we get caught up in the notion that we don&amp;#8217;t have time. A odd notion that somehow we have time to worry about the time we don&amp;#8217;t have — instead of merely doing something with the time we have! 
You have today. What will you do with it?
I know from my [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 13 Feb 2009 13:05:35 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Mothers and Daughters</title>
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            <description>Breakfast in Bed, Mary Cassatt

There are specific topics, such as politics and religion, that seem to strike a loud and resounding cord within us. The subject of mothers and daughters is probably one most of us include in that musical genre and host of melodies &amp;#8230; And perhaps we more frequently hear it as clanging [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 10 Feb 2009 18:57:50 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>No parking. Anytime?</title>
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            <description>Is there a part of you that cannot simply be? Able to shift gears, and park &amp;#8230; And be still? Does the absence of words and activity sound an alarm in your head that results in immediate (idle and endless!) chatter and frantic movement? Do these circumstances seem to scream: &amp;#8220;Quick!! Say something! Do something! [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Sat, 07 Feb 2009 14:10:19 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Gratitude is a many splendored thing.</title>
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            <description>splen´dor
n.    —    Great brightness; brilliant luster; brilliancy; as, the splendor of the sun.
Right up front, let me be clear: I am writing this more as a reminder to myself more than a proclamation. Because I am so-o not feelin&amp;#8217; it right now!  And while it is accurate to see gratitude as a [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 03 Feb 2009 21:38:21 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Isn’t it time?</title>
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            <description>Isn&amp;#8217;t it time to end the confusion and debate being broadcast in your mind? Isn&amp;#8217;t it time to let go of people who will not ever &amp;#8220;get it&amp;#8221; — and either love &amp;#8216;em anyway or limit/eliminate contact with them? Isn&amp;#8217;t time said peeps stop having so much of your time?
After all, these are choices you [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 16 Jan 2009 12:06:06 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>A Topiary (and a Monster …)</title>
            <link>http://www.medworm.com/index.php?rid=2096242&amp;cid=t_113263_136_f&amp;fid=37858&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fdessertyears.wordpress.com%2F2009%2F01%2F11%2Fa-topiary-and-a-monster%2F</link>
            <description>to·pi·ar·y adj.  —
Of or characterized by the clipping or trimming of live shrubs or trees into decorative shapes.
What can I say? I get these keywords in my head and I just begin writing &amp;#8230; It is all because of those three Hershey bars and three words! [Do.Fail.Read] Although I must admit that inspiration today comes [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 11 Jan 2009 23:01:20 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Connect the Dots</title>
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            <description>The necessity of bed-rest and sleep for the past four days has granted me a lot of time to &amp;#8220;connect the dots&amp;#8221; — to draw lines between the points on the page of my Life Plan. Said points (and squiggles and visual cues) include:

Securing a work-from-home, part-time, paid staff position
Continuing to work freelance and to [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2009 19:15:26 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Three Hershey Bars. Three Words. Inspired.</title>
            <link>http://www.medworm.com/index.php?rid=2077160&amp;cid=t_113263_136_f&amp;fid=37858&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fdessertyears.wordpress.com%2F2009%2F01%2F03%2Fthree-hershey-bars-three-words-inspired%2F</link>
            <description>Yesterday was a cold, colorless, cloudy day here. Blah! Double blah!
Just the sort of day that beckons you to curl up with a cozy down comforter and simply nap through the hours. Except even that didn&amp;#8217;t even sound appealing! 
Actually — nothing seemed appealing! So &amp;#8230; I did what any women does in the [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Sat, 03 Jan 2009 17:46:57 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>A Boarding Pass for 2009!</title>
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            <description>I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work. ~Thomas Alva Edison
I remember the first time I flew on an airplane. It was a gloomy, rainy, cloudy day. I boarded, found my seat and prepared for take-off. As the plane ascended through the clouds &amp;#8230; the bright rays of the sun filled [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2009 17:50:26 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Dealing With Overwhelm</title>
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            <description>As I ponder the possibilities for 2009 — I rejoice! And, I rejoice for the first time in a very long time. I am usually kicking the &amp;#8220;old year&amp;#8221; out the door and urging the &amp;#8220;new year&amp;#8221; to come in quickly! Assuming that surely a bright, shiny new year has to be better than an [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 15:26:56 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>It’s a Wonderful Life!</title>
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            <description>Admittedly, going into this Christmas season, I have been somewhat in need of my own Clarence — my own guardian angel to remind me what is truly important.

And she would have most certainly earned her wings last night!
Actually, I have several precious guardian angels. Every day they remind me what is important and are ever-faithful [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 25 Dec 2008 15:03:38 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Dreaming …</title>
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            <description>Becoming mature means learning to accept what you cannot change, facing unresolved sorrows and learning to love life as it really happens, not as you would have it happen. When someone attaches unkindness to criticism, she&amp;#8217;s angry. Angry people need to criticize as an outlet for their anger. That&amp;#8217;s why you must reject unkind criticism. [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 24 Dec 2008 12:16:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Cold December</title>
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            <description>The colors of the sky seem so much more vivid in the winter. All of my very favorite photos of the sky — sunrises, sunsets, clouds — are from cold December days.
I wonder if this reflects nature or the nature of the observer.
Perhaps a little of both?
December is the month when I dream of walking [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 21 Dec 2008 13:42:56 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>New Day!</title>
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            <description>Ever carry baggage from the previous day with you into the &amp;#8220;today&amp;#8221;? 
As I sip on my mug of café mocha (will post some recipes later &amp;#8230;) I am pondering this about myself.
Why do we do that? Why do we insist of beating ourselves over yesterday? Today has quite enough worries and anxieties of [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 19 Dec 2008 14:04:30 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>We can’t do everything … But we can set priorities.</title>
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            <description>Winter Sky


During the past couple of months, I have challenged myself to live up to my bio. What does that mean? 
Well, if I say I am a gardener, that means I enjoy time in my gardens. Other selected habits in my bio: writing; photography; beading; collage art; various activity and miscellany regarding social entrepreneurism.
That [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 15:10:27 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>First Days</title>
            <link>http://www.medworm.com/index.php?rid=2008293&amp;cid=t_113263_136_f&amp;fid=37858&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fdessertyears.wordpress.com%2F2008%2F12%2F03%2Ffirst-days%2F</link>
            <description>Today is the first day of the rest of your life. I have always liked that saying.
It inspires me to consider new beginnings, letting go, moving on &amp;#8230; New directions! 
What will you do with today? 


 Pursuing one&amp;#8217;s dreams — making little micromovements — too often begins &amp;#8220;someday&amp;#8221; or tomorrow.
Got dreams? Why not [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 14:18:27 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Itsy Bitsy Spider</title>
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            <description>So, I am a nature nut &amp;#8230; Spiders in my gardens are a blessing since they help with unwanted insects. Besides they are fascinating!
This particular spider was spinning away at the intricate lines of his web one morning while I was nearby planting pansies in my garden. The very same morning I had just reached [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 15:24:02 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Mud Pies or Chocolate Pudding?</title>
            <link>http://www.medworm.com/index.php?rid=1909443&amp;cid=t_113263_136_f&amp;fid=37858&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fdessertyears.wordpress.com%2F2008%2F10%2F27%2Fmud-pies-or-chocolate-pudding%2F</link>
            <description>Funny thing about planning &amp;#8230; Although result-producing techniques differ from person to person, planning always requires some dedicated time, the right ingredients and following the instructions of a recipe.
Most of us throw together a couple of basic ingredients — stir and serve. Then we are frustrated and disheartened when we realize all we have are [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2008 17:14:31 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Full-Spectrum. Resilience. Energy!</title>
            <link>http://www.medworm.com/index.php?rid=1907012&amp;cid=t_113263_136_f&amp;fid=37858&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fdessertyears.wordpress.com%2F2008%2F10%2F25%2Ffull-spectrum-resilience-energy%2F</link>
            <description>A year ago I discovered something I refer to as full-spectrum living: Embracing and experiencing one&amp;#8217;s life within the bounds of black and white — delighting in every color in between! 
Full-spectrum living acknowledges the dark times; however, it also can be still in said times as there is an assurance of proverbial color [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Sat, 25 Oct 2008 16:03:27 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Meet Praybelieving…</title>
            <link>http://www.medworm.com/index.php?rid=2513531&amp;cid=t_113263_177_f&amp;fid=38133&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Ffeedproxy.google.com%2F%7Er%2FTubalReversalBlog%2F%7E3%2FtiyNdeMbe18%2Fmeet-praybelieving.html</link>
            <description>Praybelieving describes her worsening physical and mental symptoms after a tubal ligation. She has many of the symptoms of Post Tubal Ligation Syndrome and she decided to pursue ligation reversal surgery to allow her to become pregnant and to alleviate her worsening menstral symptoms. (Source: Tubal Reversal Blog)</description>
            <author>Tubal Reversal Blog</author>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 23 Oct 2008 12:19:39 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Someday? Now. — Part 1</title>
            <link>http://www.medworm.com/index.php?rid=1873893&amp;cid=t_113263_136_f&amp;fid=37858&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fdessertyears.wordpress.com%2F2008%2F10%2F14%2Fsomeday-now-%25e2%2580%2594-part-1%2F</link>
            <description>My son and I drove to Colorado last month. We decided upon a return route that took us back into our great state by way of New Mexico&amp;#8217;s state highway 456. If you have never personally traveled the stretch of this highway from Raton, New Mexico into the panhandle of Oklahoma, you have missed an [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 14 Oct 2008 17:54:39 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Direction of my Dreams …</title>
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            <description>If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. ~Thoreau
After my first chemotherapy treatment I became physically limited. To this day there is no clear explanation of what actually occurred to restrict movement and [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 13 Oct 2008 15:42:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>I’m not dreaming; I am planning!</title>
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            <description>Clouds in the awesome blue of an Autumn Oklahoma Sky
Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning. ~Gloria Steinem
If you have been convinced that you are merely a legend in your own mind &amp;#8230; You live with your head in the clouds &amp;#8230; [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 03 Oct 2008 12:45:49 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Can’t walk and chew gum at the same time!?</title>
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            <description>Sunflower Crop — Seiling, Oklahoma
Well, I have to admit that it appears futile for me to consider blogging and &amp;#8220;doing&amp;#8221; at the same time. 
Recent &amp;#8220;doings&amp;#8221; include: completing the redesign and declutter of both my studio (de creativity) and my chamber (de restore); final notes regarding high school transcript for my (rejoicing to see the [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 01 Oct 2008 13:36:42 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>The Hideous Four Horsemen</title>
            <link>http://www.medworm.com/index.php?rid=1833350&amp;cid=t_113263_151_f&amp;fid=36047&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Ffeeds.b5media.com%2F%7Er%2Fb5media%2FADozenSteps%2F%7E3%2FwwHj1xugU3w%2F</link>
            <description>&amp;#8220;Then would come oblivion and the awful awakening to face the hideous Four Horsemen&amp;#8221;
Terror - Extreme or intense fear.

Bewilderment - Confused or perplexed.

Despair - To give up all hope or expectation.

Frustration - Dissatisfied, agitated, and/or discontent because one is unable to perform an action or fulfill a desire.

It&amp;#8217;s no coincidence that they follow directly the seeking out of &amp;#8220;sordid places, hoping to find understanding companionship and approval.&amp;#8221;
It is also no coincidence that shortly thereafter we find;
&amp;#8220;He cannot picture life without alcohol. Some day he will be unable to imagine life either with alcohol or without it. Then he will know loneliness such as few do. He will be at the jumping-off place. He will wish for the end.&amp;#8221;
Pleas...</description>
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            <pubDate>Sat, 27 Sep 2008 03:12:39 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Watercolor Life</title>
            <link>http://www.medworm.com/index.php?rid=1830895&amp;cid=t_113263_136_f&amp;fid=37858&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fdessertyears.wordpress.com%2F2008%2F09%2F26%2Fwatercolor-life%2F</link>
            <description>Watercolor Sky, July 2008
(the drive-home was paused to enjoy this glorious sunset&amp;#8230;)
The notion of a watercolor life comforts me. It would include canvases of delicate, muted lines and broad strokes of color on pure-fiber archival paper and canvases &amp;#8230; gentle mingling of pigments as each flows and transitions across the page &amp;#8230; the clarity of [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 21:06:40 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Seriously …</title>
            <link>http://www.medworm.com/index.php?rid=1827262&amp;cid=t_113263_136_f&amp;fid=37858&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fdessertyears.wordpress.com%2F2008%2F09%2F25%2Fseriously%2F</link>
            <description>The conclusion of the day when I realized &amp;#8230;
It&amp;#8217;s time to start living the life you&amp;#8217;ve imagined ~Henry James

&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2008 13:03:38 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Strength — in good times and bad …</title>
            <link>http://www.medworm.com/index.php?rid=1827263&amp;cid=t_113263_136_f&amp;fid=37858&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fdessertyears.wordpress.com%2F2008%2F09%2F24%2Fstrength-%25e2%2580%2594-in-good-times-and-bad%2F</link>
            <description>Goldilocks napping in the place of &amp;#8220;Just Right&amp;#8221;
This morning as I sipped on my extra chocolaty café mocha — in not-so Autumn-like temperatures (::pout::) and steadily moving toward The Whiney Place — I had an epiphany! 
While we would simply prefer fair weather and good times — easy times, times without struggle — [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 24 Sep 2008 15:44:58 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Come Hell or High Water</title>
            <link>http://www.medworm.com/index.php?rid=1818952&amp;cid=t_113263_136_f&amp;fid=37858&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fdessertyears.wordpress.com%2F2008%2F09%2F23%2Fcome-hell-or-high-water%2F</link>
            <description>Life is the art of drawing without an eraser. ~John W. Gardner
The truth is more important than the facts. ~Frank Lloyd Wright 
Somewhere in my personal history I came to know about this phrase. I can hear my maternal grandmother&amp;#8217;s distinct, and rather loud, voice broadcasting these words. Perhaps this is the personal origin for [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 15:33:59 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>The Key</title>
            <link>http://www.medworm.com/index.php?rid=1813232&amp;cid=t_113263_136_f&amp;fid=37858&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fdessertyears.wordpress.com%2F2008%2F09%2F22%2Fthe-key%2F</link>
            <description>Well I know it wasn’t you who held me downHeaven knows it wasn’t you who set me freeSo often times it happens that we live our lives in chainsAnd we never even know we have the key
~The Eagles, Already Gone


Vision is not enough; it must be combined with venture. It is not enough to stare [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2008 13:20:14 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Assessing in Order to Progress</title>
            <link>http://www.medworm.com/index.php?rid=1807414&amp;cid=t_113263_136_f&amp;fid=37858&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fdessertyears.wordpress.com%2F2008%2F09%2F19%2Fassessing-in-order-to-progress%2F</link>
            <description>Apparently, I am completely unable (unwilling?) to sort my proverbial To-Do without blogging it here. 
I have been pondering the realities of the universe — especially my universe — for most of two hours now and &amp;#8230; Well, I simply must blog to think sometimes! So &amp;#8230; here we go! 
First of all, [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 19 Sep 2008 15:07:09 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Alarm Clocks, Habits and Life Unscripted</title>
            <link>http://www.medworm.com/index.php?rid=1803911&amp;cid=t_113263_136_f&amp;fid=37858&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fdessertyears.wordpress.com%2F2008%2F09%2F18%2Falarm-clocks-habits-and-life-unscripted%2F</link>
            <description>Seeing &amp;#8220;home&amp;#8221; with new eyes can be a bit disconcerting. Because there are scenes which occur daily and yet are unscripted. They just happen because these scenes have become familiar. 
Said scenes are habits.
Yes, habits: an acquired-over-time pattern of behavior which occurs automatically. Habits occur without even a moment of thought or consideration regarding what [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 18 Sep 2008 15:43:23 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Locked in the Loop?</title>
            <link>http://www.medworm.com/index.php?rid=1783926&amp;cid=t_113263_136_f&amp;fid=37858&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fdessertyears.wordpress.com%2F2008%2F09%2F11%2Flocked-in-the-loop%2F</link>
            <description>What a visual for the process of determining Life Choices to ensure the current destination! 
Honestly, using a map is not one of my strengths. I am more of an On-Star gal; better yet just provide me with a personal driving assistant! 
However, out of necessity (as I am somewhat of a spur-of-the-moment road-tripper!) [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 11 Sep 2008 13:04:10 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Got my mud runners on …</title>
            <link>http://www.medworm.com/index.php?rid=1728183&amp;cid=t_113263_136_f&amp;fid=37858&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fdessertyears.wordpress.com%2F2008%2F08%2F19%2Fgot-my-mud-runners-on%2F</link>
            <description>With regard to this video &amp;#8230; I am not sure what is more notable: Me actually knowing what a mud runner is or someone taking this video or the fact that 996,981people have watched it! 
Well, Happy Tuesday, ya&amp;#8217;ll! 
For the record, I am past the tears, the gritting-of-teeth and the katie-bar-the-door screamin&amp;#8217; [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2008 16:59:01 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Action Within The Glory and The Minutiae</title>
            <link>http://www.medworm.com/index.php?rid=1728184&amp;cid=t_113263_136_f&amp;fid=37858&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fdessertyears.wordpress.com%2F2008%2F08%2F18%2Faction-within-the-glory-and-the-minutiae%2F</link>
            <description>I watched very little of the Olympics due to a variety of circumstances and priorities of the past days. However, one particular Olympian caught my eye early on: Michael Phelps. For this reason, articles and commentaries about his road to his record-breaking performance in Beijing certainly captured my attention.
One of the opportunities he had to [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
            <author>The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel)</author>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 15:39:24 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Good-bye Yellow-Brick Road …</title>
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            <description>Achievement seems to be connected with action. Successful men and women keep moving. They make mistakes, but they don&amp;#8217;t quit. ~Conrad Hilton

Farewell to the road of yellow bricks that merely takes me back to where I came from (and never want to return). Mentally revisiting my roots (beginnings; things familiar; experience) merely as a springboard [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 17 Aug 2008 22:54:24 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Ropes and Bombs</title>
            <link>http://www.medworm.com/index.php?rid=1728186&amp;cid=t_113263_136_f&amp;fid=37858&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fdessertyears.wordpress.com%2F2008%2F08%2F13%2Fropes-and-bombs%2F</link>
            <description>Okay &amp;#8230; My thoughts for this post began with this quote:
Heroism consists of hanging on one minute longer. ~Norwegian Proverb

Then I thought, &amp;#8220;Ah, end of rope &amp;#8230; tie a knot &amp;#8230;&amp;#8221;
Then I thought, &amp;#8220;This is the last day of &amp;#8216;this&amp;#8217;&amp;#8230; &amp;#8220;
Then I thought, &amp;#8220;Ah, &amp;#8216;last day&amp;#8217; means tomorrow is a new day — a new [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 13 Aug 2008 12:39:33 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Fresh Brewed Life</title>
            <link>http://www.medworm.com/index.php?rid=1728187&amp;cid=t_113263_136_f&amp;fid=37858&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fdessertyears.wordpress.com%2F2008%2F08%2F11%2Ffresh-brewed-life%2F</link>
            <description>&amp;#8220;It’s time to start confessing our obsessing, and get off the hamster wheel. We can start building the track forward with good constructive thinking about our biggest problems. If we can learn to recognize when we are thinking vs. when we are churning and obsessing, we can stop it from sapping our valuable energy—energy [...] (Source: The Dessert Years . . . (the sequel))</description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 11 Aug 2008 19:23:24 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Emma Noble on Her Son Harry</title>
            <link>http://www.medworm.com/index.php?rid=1497514&amp;cid=t_113263_133_f&amp;fid=35096&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Ffeeds.feedburner.com%2F%7Er%2Fb5media%2FAutismVox%2F%7E3%2F305551758%2F</link>
            <description>Today&amp;#8217;s Sun has an interview with Emma Noble about her 7-year-old autistic son, Harry. Noble is a model and television presenter and was formerly married to James Major, the son of former British Prime Minister John Major. She talks about her despair and feelings of isolation when 2 1/2 year old Harry started to show signs of autism; when he did not recognize his own name. He&amp;#8217;s made &amp;#8220;phenomenal progress&amp;#8221; now and, as she says,
“He talks ten to the dozen now and is a real chatterbox. When I think how I felt after his diagnosis it is like another lifetime.
“I felt I really wanted to know why. I was very angry, very upset. It was a form of grieving, a bereavement. But that feeling dies – the desperate wanting to blame – and what takes over is the day-to-day livi...</description>
            <author>Autism Vox</author>
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            <description>Awake again. I've tried going to bed: I made a hot water bottle and read, but my mind is just racing. I have nothing specific to ponder, but I don't think that my brain knows that. It seems to belive that it has a limited time to think every possible thought on Earth, and that time usually kicks in at bedtime.Don't get me wrong, I am very tired, I just can't get to sleep. My eyes ache, my arms are heavy and I can even get to that dozing phase, but then my thoughts tumble in to wake me up.I know that my husband and my family are very worried, but there's nothing I can do to stop them worrying. Even if I go back to the doctor and follow their instructions, they'd all still worry. They've all got problems of their own to deal with, and I do know about them, but I just cannot muster the energy...</description>
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