<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-45823295823174792</id><updated>2024-10-01T06:21:51.034-04:00</updated><category term="Past"/><title type='text'>My Private Thoughts...</title><subtitle type='html'>My inspiration: a friend inspired me to start writing.&#xa;My aspiration and motivation: to find the inner peace and closure I have been searching for but have yet to find.&#xa;My audience: myself.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365morningpages.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365morningpages.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>The Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306848039138204541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45823295823174792.post-1878620574707268563</id><published>2011-10-08T10:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2014-04-12T22:48:40.772-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Past"/><title type='text'>Final Post - Closure - The New Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;
It has been 1 year and 9+ months since my last post - this will be my last post to this chapter of my journal&lt;/div&gt;
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This journal served it&#39;s purpose at a time in my life where I needed an anonymous outlet to create words of the heart&lt;/div&gt;
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Like saying goodbye forever to an old friend I shed a tear today as I write&lt;/div&gt;
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You see, I met with an angel last night&lt;/div&gt;
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Granted, she was mortal with too many flaws to list&lt;/div&gt;
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She came into my life quickly and left just the same&lt;/div&gt;
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Unbeknownst to her she released the burden of doubt&lt;/div&gt;
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Doubtful was I that I could truly open my heart again&lt;/div&gt;
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Doubtful was I that I could connect with someone in a way that would be indescribable in words &lt;/div&gt;
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Despite her absence, her lingering presence created a lasting aspiration for what could be &lt;/div&gt;
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Everything in life has a beginning, a middle and an end&lt;/div&gt;
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While I&#39;m certain that my personal writing will continue &lt;/div&gt;
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This chapter of my life&lt;/div&gt;
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This chapter of My Private Thoughts&lt;/div&gt;
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has come to an end&lt;/div&gt;
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Thank you Angel for helping to start a new beginning&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/1878620574707268563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/1878620574707268563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365morningpages.blogspot.com/2011/10/final-post-closure-new-beginning.html' title='Final Post - Closure - The New Beginning'/><author><name>The Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306848039138204541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45823295823174792.post-2540900756921491665</id><published>2010-01-05T07:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2014-04-12T22:48:40.778-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Past"/><title type='text'>The tear</title><content type='html'>To read about it&lt;br /&gt;To hear about it&lt;br /&gt;To shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live it&lt;br /&gt;To breathe it&lt;br /&gt;To taste the pain&lt;br /&gt;To be suffering&lt;br /&gt;To be the tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/2540900756921491665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/2540900756921491665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365morningpages.blogspot.com/2010/01/tear.html' title='The tear'/><author><name>The Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306848039138204541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45823295823174792.post-369466744737411730</id><published>2009-10-27T22:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2014-04-12T22:48:40.790-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Past"/><title type='text'>Lighter</title><content type='html'>My life taken for a tailspin. &lt;br /&gt;Yet my perspective remains steadfast as hours of solitude and mental masterbation have unlocked new levels of conciousness.  Not enlightened, but my heart feels lighter.   </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/369466744737411730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/369466744737411730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365morningpages.blogspot.com/2009/10/lighter.html' title='Lighter'/><author><name>The Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306848039138204541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45823295823174792.post-7071554687226629446</id><published>2009-07-21T06:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2014-04-12T22:48:40.813-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Past"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dreamgirl &lt;br /&gt;Happiness lives in my heart while I keep you bottled up as dream of what could be rather then what is. &lt;br /&gt;Unwrapping reality spoils the dream&lt;br /&gt;Happiness turns to solitude&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/7071554687226629446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/7071554687226629446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365morningpages.blogspot.com/2009/07/dreamgirl-happiness-lives-in-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>The Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306848039138204541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45823295823174792.post-3726050136915152657</id><published>2009-07-07T22:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2014-04-12T22:48:40.793-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Past"/><title type='text'>Crushed</title><content type='html'>I curse the bad decisions of my past as I reap what I sow&lt;br /&gt;
Barely alive I inhale the black fog that has settled over my life&lt;br /&gt;
The light at the end of the tunnel has gone dark. &lt;br /&gt;
I always knew there was to be a day of reckoning&lt;br /&gt;
That day has come&lt;br /&gt;
Great debate inside my head&lt;br /&gt;
Mistake vs part of lifes journey</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/3726050136915152657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/3726050136915152657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365morningpages.blogspot.com/2009/07/crushedl.html' title='Crushed'/><author><name>The Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306848039138204541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45823295823174792.post-3074565955829318130</id><published>2009-07-07T22:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2014-04-12T22:48:40.787-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Past"/><title type='text'>Along the way</title><content type='html'>Following the steady beat of change&lt;br /&gt;Marching in a new direction&lt;br /&gt;The wind blows hard&lt;br /&gt;Meandering through winding cobblestone streets&lt;br /&gt;The weather changes quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing in on perfection &lt;br /&gt;I find joy and happiness&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a new world &lt;br /&gt;I complete the journey&lt;br /&gt;Unsatisfied with the ending &lt;br /&gt;I rationalize the outcome&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I have fallen short along the way&lt;br /&gt;I twist my mind to live another day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/3074565955829318130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/3074565955829318130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365morningpages.blogspot.com/2009/07/along-way.html' title='Along the way'/><author><name>The Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306848039138204541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45823295823174792.post-1293127392990460929</id><published>2009-07-07T22:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2014-04-12T22:48:40.760-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Past"/><title type='text'>New Home</title><content type='html'>The quiet space that exists between the frenetic voice in my head has become my new home.&lt;br /&gt;Mindfull of the moment.  &lt;br /&gt;I visit this home often - yet I live a million miles away. &lt;br /&gt; </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/1293127392990460929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/1293127392990460929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365morningpages.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-home.html' title='New Home'/><author><name>The Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306848039138204541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45823295823174792.post-8946289361979220723</id><published>2009-05-19T09:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2014-04-12T22:48:40.834-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Past"/><title type='text'>Walk away slowly</title><content type='html'>Through the broken window of a cold empty room I see a woman wrapped in her own pain.&lt;br /&gt;She looks at the window but sees only a reflection  of her unhappiness. &lt;br /&gt;She exhales deeply - I inhale her toxic haze. &lt;br /&gt;Struggling to restore equilibrium - I consistently falter. &lt;br /&gt;I walk away slowly regaining strength and serenity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/8946289361979220723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/8946289361979220723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365morningpages.blogspot.com/2009/05/walk-away-slowly.html' title='Walk away slowly'/><author><name>The Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306848039138204541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45823295823174792.post-7330363374196741266</id><published>2009-02-26T22:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2014-04-12T22:48:40.816-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Past"/><title type='text'>Michelangelo</title><content type='html'>Thoughts of tomorrow chip away at my heart like a sculptor cutting stone&lt;br /&gt;I see only fragments of my troubled past scattered among the broken rubble on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Still raw and far from beautiful - I take a step back to imagine the possibilities&lt;br /&gt;Time moves slowly as my new life forms&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://feeds2.feedburner.com/~r/MyPrivateThoughts/~4/9Mts0ywiWp4&quot; height=&quot;1&quot; width=&quot;1&quot;/&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/7330363374196741266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/7330363374196741266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365morningpages.blogspot.com/2009/02/blue-sky-over-open-field-brings-change.html' title='Michelangelo'/><author><name>The Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306848039138204541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45823295823174792.post-1675258593180701782</id><published>2009-02-20T19:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2014-04-12T22:48:40.769-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Past"/><title type='text'>Happiness Follows...</title><content type='html'>Smashing thrashing tossing turning&lt;br /&gt;Wild emotions exhaust my shattered life&lt;br /&gt;A silence finally enters the room&lt;br /&gt;Stillness follows&lt;br /&gt;After an extended period of night&lt;br /&gt;Light slowly replaces darkness&lt;br /&gt;A sweet voice fills a void&lt;br /&gt;A kind smile stengthens my resolve&lt;br /&gt;Inertia builds&lt;br /&gt;My new life begins&lt;br /&gt;Happiness follows</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/1675258593180701782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/1675258593180701782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365morningpages.blogspot.com/2009/02/happiness-will-follow.html' title='Happiness Follows...'/><author><name>The Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306848039138204541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45823295823174792.post-559886105785480732</id><published>2009-02-19T06:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2014-04-12T22:48:40.805-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Past"/><title type='text'>Soft whisper</title><content type='html'>Soft whisper from behind&lt;br /&gt;Warm breath on the nape of the neck&lt;br /&gt;As tension escapes&lt;br /&gt;As excitement builds&lt;br /&gt;A tender teasing caress&lt;br /&gt;Soft whisper -  sweet melody - comfort to my soul</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/559886105785480732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/559886105785480732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365morningpages.blogspot.com/2009/02/soft-whisper.html' title='Soft whisper'/><author><name>The Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306848039138204541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45823295823174792.post-4477497968113066091</id><published>2009-02-09T21:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2014-04-12T22:48:40.799-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Past"/><title type='text'>Bad Terain</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Stripped naked I share my life with strangers&lt;br /&gt;Hidden from the world I throw my life against a cyber wall&lt;br /&gt;Everything sticks in the absence of conflict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; infectious laughter a faint memory of my past&lt;br /&gt;I hear only sadness in my heart and optimism in my voice yet no smiles - only tears&lt;br /&gt;Pretending to know my whereabouts I am really lost in bad terain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/4477497968113066091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/4477497968113066091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365morningpages.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-terain.html' title='Bad Terain'/><author><name>The Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306848039138204541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45823295823174792.post-2133247937711198814</id><published>2009-02-04T22:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2014-04-12T22:48:40.775-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Past"/><title type='text'>Bad Weather Day</title><content type='html'>Removing all clarity from my life - the dense fog rolls in&lt;br /&gt;Searching for pragmatic solutions&lt;br /&gt;Standing lost and lonely in the ambiguity&lt;br /&gt;Waiting patiently for the next sunny day&lt;br /&gt;I shed a single tear&lt;br /&gt;Light rain on this foggy day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/2133247937711198814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/2133247937711198814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365morningpages.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-weather-day.html' title='Bad Weather Day'/><author><name>The Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306848039138204541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45823295823174792.post-3802896407813775334</id><published>2009-02-01T00:04:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2014-04-12T22:48:40.796-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Past"/><title type='text'>The Artisan Poet</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m avoiding the pain today by writing about writing (again) - perhaps tomorrow I&#39;ll explore my soul and let it all hang out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raw emotions provide materials as the artisan poet carefully cuts each word from thought&lt;br /&gt;The complexity to his architecture is delivered by a profound knowledge of joy and pain&lt;br /&gt;From the darkness within, patience align prose in proper place&lt;img src=&quot;http://feeds2.feedburner.com/~r/MyPrivateThoughts/~4/9FkpNaPC8OA&quot; height=&quot;1&quot; width=&quot;1&quot;/&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/3802896407813775334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/3802896407813775334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365morningpages.blogspot.com/2009/02/artisan-poet.html' title='The Artisan Poet'/><author><name>The Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306848039138204541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45823295823174792.post-9099942222767981725</id><published>2009-01-31T23:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2014-04-12T22:48:40.837-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Past"/><title type='text'>My Next Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;Construct each new relationship like a sacred temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;Friendship and mutual respect shall bind each stone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;Laughter and soft whispers will echo off the walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;With all the tools and knowledge to build something great - patiently I wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;Time passes, longing for a comforting touch to replenish the soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/9099942222767981725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/9099942222767981725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365morningpages.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-next-relationship.html' title='My Next Relationship'/><author><name>The Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306848039138204541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45823295823174792.post-2659693767372229422</id><published>2009-01-29T23:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2014-04-12T22:48:40.781-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Past"/><title type='text'>White Canvas</title><content type='html'>I hold the pen firmly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Slowly stirring&lt;/span&gt; the emotions&lt;br /&gt;Searching for inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Searching for words to describe the raw pain&lt;br /&gt;Yearning to communicate my story&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts remain lost in translation to words&lt;br /&gt;My journal remains a white canvas today</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/2659693767372229422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/2659693767372229422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365morningpages.blogspot.com/2009/01/white-canvas.html' title='White Canvas'/><author><name>The Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306848039138204541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45823295823174792.post-8305581534527610703</id><published>2009-01-21T20:07:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2014-04-12T22:48:40.830-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Past"/><title type='text'>The Tatoo Speech</title><content type='html'>I have a vivid childhood memory&lt;br /&gt;I remember hearing about my fathers pending death&lt;br /&gt;I remember sitting on the couch&lt;br /&gt;I remember the tears, the fear, the pain&lt;br /&gt;45 seconds created a moment in time&lt;br /&gt;45 seconds created a scar that I still carry today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, although not quite the same...&lt;br /&gt;I must tell my children about the pending divorce&lt;br /&gt;I must tell them that the family they know is broken beyond repair&lt;br /&gt;I have studied how to deliver this message properly&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid I don&#39;t have the strength&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid I don&#39;t have the courage&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid my emotions will amplify their tears, amplify their fear, amplify their pain&lt;br /&gt;I am faced as a parent to create a similar moment in time&lt;br /&gt;45 seconds, to create a tatoo of pain that they will both wear forever</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/8305581534527610703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/8305581534527610703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365morningpages.blogspot.com/2009/01/tatoo-speech.html' title='The Tatoo Speech'/><author><name>The Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306848039138204541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45823295823174792.post-666721430101349520</id><published>2009-01-21T00:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2014-04-12T22:48:40.811-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Past"/><title type='text'>Act 2 Begins...</title><content type='html'>A weary traveler returns from a long journey&lt;br /&gt;Home is no longer a familiar place&lt;br /&gt;His friendships have become acquaintances&lt;br /&gt;His dreams have become murky memories&lt;br /&gt;Full circle, he returns back to the beginning&lt;br /&gt;He restarts his life in his worn out shoes</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/666721430101349520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/666721430101349520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365morningpages.blogspot.com/2009/01/act-2-begins.html' title='Act 2 Begins...'/><author><name>The Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306848039138204541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45823295823174792.post-302277949802363397</id><published>2009-01-15T18:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2014-04-12T22:48:40.784-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Past"/><title type='text'>Lost in ambiguity</title><content type='html'>Slow movement&lt;br /&gt;My marriage disollves in slow motion</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/302277949802363397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/302277949802363397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365morningpages.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost-in-ambiguity.html' title='Lost in ambiguity'/><author><name>The Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306848039138204541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45823295823174792.post-4808390055395630940</id><published>2009-01-07T22:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2014-04-12T22:48:40.802-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Past"/><title type='text'>Quiet mind - Quiet day</title><content type='html'>The frustrations and politics of work are trivialized by my real life drama. A day that should have felt long and frustrating has become quickly still. There is greater context and meaning to my stress and emotions. Despite the noise, my mind is quiet and so is the day.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/4808390055395630940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/4808390055395630940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365morningpages.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-7-quiet-mind-quiet-day.html' title='Quiet mind - Quiet day'/><author><name>The Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306848039138204541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45823295823174792.post-8268283061178944805</id><published>2009-01-06T23:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2014-04-12T22:48:40.828-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Past"/><title type='text'>Stranger on This Train</title><content type='html'>Saw a woman on the train - got inspired - wrote some prose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She had golden hair, with a bright smile, blue eyes and killer legs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My soul mate - I can&#39;t get her out of my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For now - she&#39;s just a stranger on this train&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Together we hold hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in a busy city, on a crowded street&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it&#39;s only in my mind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For now - she&#39;s just a stranger on this train&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She&#39;s now old and gray - I&#39;m older too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I open the car door for her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She smiles at me with her bright smile and blue eyes (still got killer legs)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She says &quot;Thank you&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is my soul mate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For now - she&#39;s just a stranger on this train&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We don&#39;t speak - we don&#39;t exchange a glance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don&#39;t exist to her - she exists to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Locked up in my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She&#39;s my soul mate - and yet a stranger on this train&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/8268283061178944805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/8268283061178944805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365morningpages.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-6-stranger-on-this-train.html' title='Stranger on This Train'/><author><name>The Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306848039138204541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45823295823174792.post-1475488094666379180</id><published>2009-01-05T21:30:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2014-04-12T22:48:40.766-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Past"/><title type='text'>On the Radio (Ipod actually)</title><content type='html'>Heard some music on my Ipod - &quot;On the Radio&quot; by Regina Spektor - I probably listened to this one passage a dozen times in a loop on my commute after I found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is how it works&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;re young until you&#39;re not&lt;br /&gt;You love until you don&#39;t&lt;br /&gt;You try until you can&#39;t&lt;br /&gt;You laugh until you cry&lt;br /&gt;You cry until you laugh&lt;br /&gt;And everyone must breathe&lt;br /&gt;Until their dying breath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, this is how it works&lt;br /&gt;You peer inside yourself&lt;br /&gt;You take the things you like&lt;br /&gt;And try to love the things you took&lt;br /&gt;And then you take that love you made&lt;br /&gt;And stick it into some&lt;br /&gt;Someone else&#39;s heart&lt;br /&gt;Pumping someone else&#39;s blood&lt;br /&gt;And walking arm in arm&lt;br /&gt;You hope it don&#39;t get harmed&lt;br /&gt;But even if it does&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;ll just do it all again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me that this rollercoaster I am on is normal - the drama that I live is normal. It gave me hope that my life situation will get better - that things will constantly change. It&#39;s all just part of life. My challenge is to tame my wild mind - so I can experience more joy - so I can create my own happiness - so I can impact people&#39;s lives in a positive and meaningful way.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/1475488094666379180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/1475488094666379180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365morningpages.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-5.html' title='On the Radio (Ipod actually)'/><author><name>The Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306848039138204541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45823295823174792.post-7750411161017949734</id><published>2009-01-04T09:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2014-04-12T22:48:40.819-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Past"/><title type='text'>Awareness</title><content type='html'>Calmly I inhale her toxic haze and wish her happiness on the exhale&lt;br /&gt;I no longer take her bait or fall into the traps of her bitter anger&lt;br /&gt;I no longer feel the need to lavish her frustrations in me with attention&lt;br /&gt;I no longer feel the need to repair her misguided perceptions&lt;br /&gt;Although I know her anger is directed at me - I no longer feel her anger&lt;br /&gt;I have let go of my need to repair the things that weren&#39;t broken&lt;br /&gt;I have let go of my need to repair the things that couldn&#39;t be fixed&lt;br /&gt;No longer do I see the present moment as purgatory&lt;br /&gt;It has become part of my practice - part of my metamorphosis&lt;br /&gt;This awareness has brought me strength&lt;br /&gt;This awareness has provided me clarity</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/7750411161017949734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/7750411161017949734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365morningpages.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-4.html' title='Awareness'/><author><name>The Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306848039138204541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45823295823174792.post-7805338711088094509</id><published>2009-01-03T09:44:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2014-04-12T22:48:40.822-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Past"/><title type='text'>Gone in a Flash</title><content type='html'>My divorce is a tsunami upending my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone in a flash - my house, my furniture, the things I worked hard to create&lt;br /&gt;In many ways they became a part of my identity&lt;br /&gt;I am not the material possessions&lt;br /&gt;Yet I feel anger that they are being taken away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone in a flash - precious time with my children&lt;br /&gt;Like an empty room in an abandoned house&lt;br /&gt;The wind whispers through a pane of broken glass&lt;br /&gt;The silence makes me sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life partner I selected was a mistake&lt;br /&gt;The things we created together were not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to accept the loss of my valuable possessions&lt;br /&gt;I need to accept the loss of time with my children&lt;br /&gt;I need to accept the destruction and prepare to rebuild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad they don&#39;t sell catastrophic divorce insurance for my major life disaster</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/7805338711088094509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/7805338711088094509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365morningpages.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-3-gone-in-flash.html' title='Gone in a Flash'/><author><name>The Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306848039138204541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45823295823174792.post-5990737668897498134</id><published>2009-01-02T06:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2014-04-12T22:48:40.808-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Past"/><title type='text'>Breathe (then Ramble)</title><content type='html'>Alone but not lonely&lt;br /&gt;I breathe slowly with concentrated breath&lt;br /&gt;Repairing the wounds of the past year&lt;br /&gt;Gaining strength for the battle ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two days exceeded my expectations (bearing in mind that I was expecting emotional distress). For the first time in probably 20 years I spent New Years alone. You see, New Years has the additional significance of also being my wedding anniversary (married on New Years Eve 14 years ago). I had the whole house to myself as my wife took the kids to her parents for most of the week. I think she chose to get away mostly so we wouldn&#39;t have to experience the awkwardness of living in the same space during a time that we traditionally celebrated together. It was a good plan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet there was still plenty of sadness during my alone time. The mere thought of communicating my current situation to my children brings tears to my eyes. It brings back very intense feelings of a deep painful sadness I often felt as a little boy whenever I thought about the loss of my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divorce is a legal term, so it is not the divorce that brings me sadness. The marriage was a mistake from day 1 - so it is not the breakup of my marriage that brings me sadness. &lt;em&gt;Perhaps the latter is too harsh - better to just say that we were never meant to be each others life partner and that our union was destined for impermanence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The root of my sadness comes from knowing we will be inflicting pain on our children when we communicate that the family as they know it today will significantly change. The root of my sadness comes from knowing that I will be forced to spend more time away from them. You see, my children have become the center of my life - the center of my life is slipping away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These feelings are emotions driven by thoughts - I need to put my feelings aside and figure out how to minimize their pain. However, does minimizing their pain translate into doing what&#39;s best for their emotional well being? Probably not. If it was all about avoiding pain I would have fought harder to try and save the marriage. Instead I need to define a strategic plan that recognizes the dissolution of my marriage and is driven to create an optimal environment for the emotional welfare of my children.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/5990737668897498134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45823295823174792/posts/default/5990737668897498134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365morningpages.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-2-breathe-then-ramble.html' title='Breathe (then Ramble)'/><author><name>The Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306848039138204541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>