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lace</category><category>country</category><category>energy</category><category>quiet</category><category>present</category><category>wonder</category><category>kindness</category><category>serenity</category><category>identity</category><category>optimism</category><category>gardening</category><category>dignity</category><category>charm</category><category>veggies</category><category>team</category><category>bears</category><category>independence</category><category>kaleidoscopes</category><category>health</category><title>Bloom Spirit Expressions - thoughtful photography, nature photography, flower photography</title><description>thoughtful photography: prints - cards - crafts</description><link>http://bloomspirit.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Bloom Spirit Expressions)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BloomSpirit" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="bloomspirit" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256101911059222521.post-6738273862678822084</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Nov 2011 15:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-02T11:39:41.218-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">potential</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">belonging</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">optimism</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">self-possessed</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">confidence</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">acceptance</category><title>Rebel With a Cause</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UOWN6lM0OMM/TqrXFfS3DMI/AAAAAAAAAfg/pGuSvlQ6hK4/s1600/DSC_1450ar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UOWN6lM0OMM/TqrXFfS3DMI/AAAAAAAAAfg/pGuSvlQ6hK4/s320/DSC_1450ar.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This little yellow flower *burst* her way out of the pink and purple&amp;nbsp;fuchsia plant basket. I don't know how&amp;nbsp;she got there or where she found her&amp;nbsp;moxie - but there she was! As strong and confident as if she were surrounded by nothing but a field of other yellow flowers just like her. Instead of worrying&amp;nbsp;about being the oddball, the little flower&amp;nbsp;assumed she&amp;nbsp;was as "routine" and "typical" an occurrence as anything else in that plant basket - and in that way she could grow and blossom to her full potential.&lt;br /&gt;
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The little yellow flower didn't trip herself&amp;nbsp;up on the fact that she was the&amp;nbsp;oddball. Instead she made a choice to allow for her difference, honor her difference,&amp;nbsp;and embrace it. This little yellow flower accepted herself and so presumed that&amp;nbsp;her sense of belonging, among the very different fuchsias, was nothing but&amp;nbsp;inevitable. She expected and projected&amp;nbsp;the acceptance she gave herself and wanted from others, and&amp;nbsp;so she&amp;nbsp;received it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256101911059222521-6738273862678822084?l=bloomspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloomspirit.blogspot.com/2011/11/rebel-with-cause.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bloom Spirit Expressions)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UOWN6lM0OMM/TqrXFfS3DMI/AAAAAAAAAfg/pGuSvlQ6hK4/s72-c/DSC_1450ar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256101911059222521.post-3673536816987100143</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Jul 2011 22:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-05T18:26:51.841-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trust</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">patience</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">soul</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">faith</category><title>Soul-Swaying</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pWfvvDxHLHI/ThOPX-SnEbI/AAAAAAAAAfc/_RKVwddu7Qw/s1600/m01-228r.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pWfvvDxHLHI/ThOPX-SnEbI/AAAAAAAAAfc/_RKVwddu7Qw/s320/m01-228r.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm learning that part of the trick of growing into my authentic self is to go with the flow. To allow life to unfold for me and to be open to the detours it presents for me --&amp;nbsp;for those are the opportunities of&amp;nbsp;growth, and eventually (hopefully),&amp;nbsp;wisdom. I am not to be daunted or discouraged&amp;nbsp;but patient, trusting and steadfast....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256101911059222521-3673536816987100143?l=bloomspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloomspirit.blogspot.com/2011/07/soul-swaying.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bloom Spirit Expressions)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pWfvvDxHLHI/ThOPX-SnEbI/AAAAAAAAAfc/_RKVwddu7Qw/s72-c/m01-228r.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256101911059222521.post-9139334939938519978</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Apr 2011 15:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-04T11:45:11.596-04:00</atom:updated><title>ArtCares Cleveland</title><description>Thanks to a good friend I was made aware of an upcoming art auction benefit to which I have donated these&amp;nbsp;three images as matted and framed prints:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;The proceeds of the event and auction will&amp;nbsp;go to the AIDS Taskforce of Greater Cleveland to help them to continue their important &lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;support&lt;/span&gt; of persons with HIV in Cleveland.&amp;nbsp;I will be attending the event and am looking forward to seeing all of the donated artwork. If you are interested in attending the event too&amp;nbsp;here is the official information and maybe I'll see you there!&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;__________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;"ArtCares Cleveland will be held at the Battery Park Power House (in the Detroit Shoreway neighborhood on Cleveland’s Near West Side) on Saturday, April 16th at 7:00pm for VIPs, and 8pm for the public. All proceeds from the event directly support the AIDS Taskforce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;This&amp;nbsp;year’s event will honor the Zone Family for their unwavering support of the AIDS Taskforce of Greater Cleveland, the arts, and the City of Cleveland. Councilman Joe Cimperman will serve as auctioneer, and the event chairs are John Farina &amp;amp; Adam Tully, and Noelle Celeste &amp;amp; Jon Benedict. Honorary Chairman is Howard Lake. Entertainment will be provided by the always irreverent and fun, Lounge Kitty, and DJ MisterbradleyP.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ticket prices are $50 for General Admission and $100 for VIP. Please contact Rebecca Strong at rstong@atfgc.org, or 216.621.0766 x232 for more information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Initiated by the Cleveland Institute of Art (CIA) in 2003, ArtCares is now an established collaborative tradition between the CIA and the AIDS Taskforce of Greater Cleveland. This event arose from awareness of the devastating impact the AIDS epidemic has had on individuals involved in the creative arts community, and from a consequent awareness that artists are uniquely positioned to contribute to the fight against HIV/AIDS. ArtCares celebrates contemporary art with both a silent and live auction of donated work."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256101911059222521-9139334939938519978?l=bloomspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloomspirit.blogspot.com/2011/04/artcares-cleveland.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bloom Spirit Expressions)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uMd4d0N56P8/TZniunfw8QI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/iz7_sDPxr9o/s72-c/m01-199r.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256101911059222521.post-8196640400387559858</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Mar 2011 14:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-27T10:02:39.024-04:00</atom:updated><title>Keyhole Gallery in Lakewood, Ohio</title><description>Yea! My products are in another store!&lt;br /&gt;
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I am loving the local creative art scene on the near west side of Cleveland, Ohio. Namely in the city of Lakewood. That is where the&amp;nbsp;Keyhole Gallery store (11817 Detroit Avenue,&amp;nbsp;Lakewood OH 44107, 216-769-4204), run by Therese Taylor, is located and it is where some of my products are being shown. My products shown at the store include mini canvas prints, matted prints and matted greeting cards.&lt;br /&gt;
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And even more,&amp;nbsp;the Keyhole Gallery is more than just a shop and a gallery -- it has really cool and interesting arts &amp;amp; crafts classes, courses and events to keep the inspirational juices flowing. An example of the creative classes they have is the Art Dolls class (which is an original design concept by Therese!) to make these incredibly juicy and intriguing dolls that look like this one: &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jqS4adyFGtI/TY8-KqjjLWI/AAAAAAAAAe0/xXEg-WXGRkI/s1600/keyhole+doll.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jqS4adyFGtI/TY8-KqjjLWI/AAAAAAAAAe0/xXEg-WXGRkI/s320/keyhole+doll.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(To see more of these wonderful creatures go here: &lt;a href="http://keyholegallery.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-art-dolls-have-flown-into-keyhole.html"&gt;Darkling Art Dolls&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
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There is also an Artist's Way course which I am very excited to be participating in: &lt;a href="http://keyholegallery.blogspot.com/p/artists-way-cluster.html"&gt;Keyhole Gallery Artist's Way Group&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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So if you are looking for some creative things to do, or gifts to buy, or just an outing to have then stop by at Keyhole Gallery!&lt;br /&gt;
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If you want to check out more about Keyhole Gallery see here: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/keyholegallery"&gt;Keyhole Gallery Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256101911059222521-8196640400387559858?l=bloomspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloomspirit.blogspot.com/2011/03/keyhole-gallery-in-lakewood-ohio.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bloom Spirit Expressions)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cLUbEiQ3GM4/TY8_IfP5bpI/AAAAAAAAAe4/ovSa8SqiBIE/s72-c/kgsticker.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256101911059222521.post-2267818706057026197</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Mar 2011 10:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-14T06:53:16.677-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">aging</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ice</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">death</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">queen anne's lace</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dignity</category><title>No Rush Toward the Inevitable Farewell</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jKTaqWcGpNg/TX3xyWFrQZI/AAAAAAAAAew/Q7uqLpxUKq0/s1600/20110221-15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jKTaqWcGpNg/TX3xyWFrQZI/AAAAAAAAAew/Q7uqLpxUKq0/s400/20110221-15.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I find this image to be&amp;nbsp;quite sad but hauntingly lovely and dignified at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;
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At first I&amp;nbsp;see what was once a lovely Queen Anne's Lace bloom that is now,&amp;nbsp;not only dried up and past her prime, as she is&amp;nbsp;trapped among the bars of the rusty&amp;nbsp;fence, but she is also frozen in&amp;nbsp;this&amp;nbsp;untimely moment of&amp;nbsp;capture.&amp;nbsp;I'm guessing that the&amp;nbsp;regal&amp;nbsp;flower would not want to be seen caught&amp;nbsp;in this way.&lt;br /&gt;
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But, in looking further, when I concentrate straight into the heart of the&amp;nbsp;image, I also see a quiet, meditative stillness.&amp;nbsp;I imagine that the spirit of the old bloom is still going strong and the cold and ice of this day, as well as the stabilizing structure of the fence,&amp;nbsp;only serve to help the flower as she slowly moves closer toward her final farewell.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is a fact of life that the bloom will eventually break down and return to the elements of the earth but on this day she is hardened and solid in time as she is helped by the fence and ice&amp;nbsp;and, in no pressing rush toward the finish line,&amp;nbsp;the queen flower is standing still and strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256101911059222521-2267818706057026197?l=bloomspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloomspirit.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-rush-toward-inevitable-farewell.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bloom Spirit Expressions)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jKTaqWcGpNg/TX3xyWFrQZI/AAAAAAAAAew/Q7uqLpxUKq0/s72-c/20110221-15.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256101911059222521.post-1005395838786280581</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Feb 2011 16:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-28T11:58:55.856-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Crafty Goodness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">store</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">local</category><title>Crafty Goodness Cleveland</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-aOtZZbp-DCE/TWvSJByht1I/AAAAAAAAAek/QugwRnrORng/s1600/promo_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-aOtZZbp-DCE/TWvSJByht1I/AAAAAAAAAek/QugwRnrORng/s320/promo_1.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have exciting news. Some of my products are now featured in a new local store! Actually, it's more than just a store, it's also a gallery *and* a location for classes to learn arts and crafts. In other words it's real boon to the community in contributing to the growing appreciation of local artisan economies and arts and crafts in general!&lt;br /&gt;
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The store is called, "Crafty Goodness Cleveland" and it is located in Lakewood, Ohio at 15621 Madison Avenue. They are having their grand opening this weekend on Saturday March 5th, 2011.&lt;br /&gt;
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My products shown at the store include mini canvas prints, paperweights and purse hangers.&lt;br /&gt;
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To read more about the store see here:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-gn8N5oZ6x4E/TWvSNoQ6s-I/AAAAAAAAAeo/pMh2TgQ6gXI/s1600/Lakewood+Observer.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-gn8N5oZ6x4E/TWvSNoQ6s-I/AAAAAAAAAeo/pMh2TgQ6gXI/s320/Lakewood+Observer.png" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And to check out Craft Goodness more you can go here:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/CraftyGoodnessCleveland?sk=wall"&gt;Crafty Goodness Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256101911059222521-1005395838786280581?l=bloomspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloomspirit.blogspot.com/2011/02/crafty-goodness-cleveland.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bloom Spirit Expressions)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-aOtZZbp-DCE/TWvSJByht1I/AAAAAAAAAek/QugwRnrORng/s72-c/promo_1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256101911059222521.post-7279829900761492359</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Feb 2011 21:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-13T16:17:31.631-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ease</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">winter</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">light</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">whimsy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">freedom</category><title /><description>On my daily walk this morning, just for the heckuvit, I made a snowball.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6oR7IZZanNI/TVhJmYUfOeI/AAAAAAAAAd4/H5khQ6_IKXY/s1600/DSC_0003ar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6oR7IZZanNI/TVhJmYUfOeI/AAAAAAAAAd4/H5khQ6_IKXY/s400/DSC_0003ar.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then, to continue down my path of whimsy, I made a snow angel.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jOetlPqjpYE/TVhJv0EQMII/AAAAAAAAAd8/NROioGpY2eM/s1600/DSC_0006ar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jOetlPqjpYE/TVhJv0EQMII/AAAAAAAAAd8/NROioGpY2eM/s400/DSC_0006ar.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I’ve been missing whimsy in my life lately. It’s much easier to get bogged down in all the “musts” and “should” of life. Those things are all clearly explainable as to why I do them. &lt;br /&gt;
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But why did I make a snow angel? I don’t know. I don’t have a clearly obvious answer for that. Because I wanted to? Yes, but it was more than that. It made me feel good. It was simple but it was a tiny adventure in my otherwise sober hour of exercise. It made me feel childlike and simple and free.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don’t know how else I can pursue a path of whimsy in my life but I know that I will try. If a detour that small and nearly insignificant can make me feel so good, then I want to try to find more of that…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256101911059222521-7279829900761492359?l=bloomspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloomspirit.blogspot.com/2011/02/on-my-daily-walk-this-morning-just-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bloom Spirit Expressions)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6oR7IZZanNI/TVhJmYUfOeI/AAAAAAAAAd4/H5khQ6_IKXY/s72-c/DSC_0003ar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256101911059222521.post-7515239450017173292</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Feb 2011 22:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-11T17:01:05.400-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">patience</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">winter</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">northeast Ohio</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">icicle</category><title>Winter Stumblings</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aHc-DGk__TY/TVWw2HiYhhI/AAAAAAAAAdw/lrRp0TIE70o/s1600/DSC_0008ar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aHc-DGk__TY/TVWw2HiYhhI/AAAAAAAAAdw/lrRp0TIE70o/s400/DSC_0008ar.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I am smack in the middle of winter here in northeast Ohio with no clear signs of the season&amp;nbsp;letting up (in spite of what the little groundhog had to say) and I am stumbling between hibernation and exploration. Although I am staying as much inside as I am able I am also&amp;nbsp;ready to get out again with my camera&amp;nbsp;and investigate my world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So yesterday I ventured out a bit and saw what beauty the ice can&amp;nbsp;bring. This old and dead flower bush&amp;nbsp;that is left over from a late summer blooming has become nearly immortalized as it is frozen in&amp;nbsp;the drippings of a melting icicle higher up. It must be very weighted down by the heft of the icicle but it is mustering through and waiting for the thaw.&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Bv7OGf_S4Y/TVWw6Fo1j6I/AAAAAAAAAd0/xLJ8aeSz9CI/s1600/DSC_0011ar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Bv7OGf_S4Y/TVWw6Fo1j6I/AAAAAAAAAd0/xLJ8aeSz9CI/s400/DSC_0011ar.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That is how I feel. Winter is always heavy for me but on some days I see the bright sun and know that it is coming back again soon and strong. Like this old bloom knows that even as I am taking the&amp;nbsp;picture of its frozen existence the icicle encompassing it is slowly&amp;nbsp;melting away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256101911059222521-7515239450017173292?l=bloomspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloomspirit.blogspot.com/2011/02/winter-stumblings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bloom Spirit Expressions)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aHc-DGk__TY/TVWw2HiYhhI/AAAAAAAAAdw/lrRp0TIE70o/s72-c/DSC_0008ar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256101911059222521.post-1446063084381915267</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Jan 2011 13:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-21T08:05:29.384-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spirit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spring</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">flowers</category><title>The Young Family</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TTmEUCNw8CI/AAAAAAAAAdo/v1QiSrqoSjQ/s1600/DSC_0078aaar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TTmEUCNw8CI/AAAAAAAAAdo/v1QiSrqoSjQ/s320/DSC_0078aaar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256101911059222521-1446063084381915267?l=bloomspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloomspirit.blogspot.com/2011/01/young-family.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bloom Spirit Expressions)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TTmEUCNw8CI/AAAAAAAAAdo/v1QiSrqoSjQ/s72-c/DSC_0078aaar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256101911059222521.post-4490673193792965577</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jan 2011 13:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-18T08:32:54.855-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">patience</category><title>Waiting for Spring</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TTWWYqwpLUI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/1zQ2-FeV_mw/s1600/Pa100067scxfax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TTWWYqwpLUI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/1zQ2-FeV_mw/s400/Pa100067scxfax.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563518265225456962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256101911059222521-4490673193792965577?l=bloomspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloomspirit.blogspot.com/2011/01/waiting-for-spring.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bloom Spirit Expressions)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TTWWYqwpLUI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/1zQ2-FeV_mw/s72-c/Pa100067scxfax.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256101911059222521.post-7056127901197530055</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Jan 2011 12:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-09T07:40:01.632-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sunrise</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">morning</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">encouragement</category><title>First Light</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TSmshmHxO4I/AAAAAAAAAdA/uO7pFpplqVs/s1600/DSC_0009ar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TSmshmHxO4I/AAAAAAAAAdA/uO7pFpplqVs/s400/DSC_0009ar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560164908134382466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been walking very early in the morning when it is still dark (and cold!). I am very much looking forward to when the sun will start peeking out as early as I begin walking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256101911059222521-7056127901197530055?l=bloomspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloomspirit.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-light.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bloom Spirit Expressions)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TSmshmHxO4I/AAAAAAAAAdA/uO7pFpplqVs/s72-c/DSC_0009ar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256101911059222521.post-3963541965630881433</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Dec 2010 23:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-06T18:50:26.613-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">aging</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">self-possessed</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">actualization</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">acceptance</category><title>Beauty of the Third Age</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TP1zyfmlzCI/AAAAAAAAAc0/n00wSHNjmAA/s1600/m01-150ar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TP1zyfmlzCI/AAAAAAAAAc0/n00wSHNjmAA/s400/m01-150ar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547717627304332322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very pleased this past weekend when a customer at the craft show was taken with this photo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this photo but since it's not your typical, easy to understand, photo of a fresh and pretty delicate flower I had thought that no one else out there would like it like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained that this is a photo of an old, dried out and "wilted" hyacinth blossom. She suggested to me that the bloom wasn't wilted but was "weathered" and I agreed wholeheartedly. That's why the name of this image is, "The Beauty of the Third Age."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a woman over 40, who is nothing but *thrilled* to have turned that corner of the aging milestone process, I see this weathered hyacinth flower, in its third phase of existence, as a gorgeous, vibrant and enduring bloom which portends only continued strength and increased self-possession as the days, and time, inevitably will march along...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256101911059222521-3963541965630881433?l=bloomspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloomspirit.blogspot.com/2010/12/beauty-of-third-age.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bloom Spirit Expressions)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TP1zyfmlzCI/AAAAAAAAAc0/n00wSHNjmAA/s72-c/m01-150ar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256101911059222521.post-4347694383609946714</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Nov 2010 23:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-21T18:37:13.812-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">charm</category><title>Old Wheel Barrow</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TOmsWDRwMYI/AAAAAAAAAcs/YVynwY7cNIo/s1600/DSC_0427ar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TOmsWDRwMYI/AAAAAAAAAcs/YVynwY7cNIo/s400/DSC_0427ar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542150311292973442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this old relic of a wheel barrow while walking yesterday morning and just *had* to take its picture. I like it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256101911059222521-4347694383609946714?l=bloomspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloomspirit.blogspot.com/2010/11/old-wheel-barrow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bloom Spirit Expressions)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TOmsWDRwMYI/AAAAAAAAAcs/YVynwY7cNIo/s72-c/DSC_0427ar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256101911059222521.post-9111475554771428439</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Nov 2010 12:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-10T07:52:02.307-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">shows</category><title>Upcoming Show!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TNqR0AUpWiI/AAAAAAAAAck/o6nyLuPJF10/s1600/1.5round1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TNqR0AUpWiI/AAAAAAAAAck/o6nyLuPJF10/s400/1.5round1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537899014431267362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a show coming up and thought I would let you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite excited about this one because I have been working, working, working, busy as a little honeybee, to get lots of new products created and made. I have been feeling very inspired lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say though that this Artisan Bazaar is truly a great show. There are lots of vendors and they *all* have such creative, cute and unique items. It's hard for me to go there as a seller because all I want to do is roam the aisles looking (and buying!) all the amazing creative gifts I see. If you are able to come and see for youself I highly recommend it. It's a great show with a warm and welcoming atmosphere where you can stock up on truly artistic and special gifts. Hope to see you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256101911059222521-9111475554771428439?l=bloomspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloomspirit.blogspot.com/2010/11/upcoming-show.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bloom Spirit Expressions)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TNqR0AUpWiI/AAAAAAAAAck/o6nyLuPJF10/s72-c/1.5round1.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256101911059222521.post-2195120574621106313</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Sep 2010 16:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-26T12:23:47.926-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">graceful</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">respect</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">strength</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">autumn</category><title>Graceful Transition</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TJ9y7P8ptfI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/aVbFtFZDiqc/s1600/DSC_0057ar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TJ9y7P8ptfI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/aVbFtFZDiqc/s400/DSC_0057ar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521258030398289394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have warm, sunny and peaceful afternoons here in Northeast Ohio but nevertheless, the summer *is* coming to a close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Queen Anne's Lace flowers peaked in the middle of the summer and are now closed up and brittle but I like how they maintain their dignity as they stand tall under the autumn skies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256101911059222521-2195120574621106313?l=bloomspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloomspirit.blogspot.com/2010/09/graceful-transition.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bloom Spirit Expressions)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TJ9y7P8ptfI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/aVbFtFZDiqc/s72-c/DSC_0057ar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256101911059222521.post-4156896109813933763</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Sep 2010 12:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-25T08:40:43.878-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">chipmunk</category><title>Chipmunk Flirting</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TJ3ttmLDXAI/AAAAAAAAAcI/WG9hd-OjKWg/s1600/DSC_0195ar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TJ3ttmLDXAI/AAAAAAAAAcI/WG9hd-OjKWg/s400/DSC_0195ar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520830085822897154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TJ3s7f4G3DI/AAAAAAAAAb4/uM_EppJc-gs/s1600/DSC_0212ar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TJ3s7f4G3DI/AAAAAAAAAb4/uM_EppJc-gs/s400/DSC_0212ar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520829225139362866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TJ3s7W85SmI/AAAAAAAAAcA/SxJU2Lnlcj4/s1600/DSC_0218ar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TJ3s7W85SmI/AAAAAAAAAcA/SxJU2Lnlcj4/s400/DSC_0218ar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520829222743525986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256101911059222521-4156896109813933763?l=bloomspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloomspirit.blogspot.com/2010/09/chipmunk-flirting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bloom Spirit Expressions)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TJ3ttmLDXAI/AAAAAAAAAcI/WG9hd-OjKWg/s72-c/DSC_0195ar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256101911059222521.post-6660547555878183741</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Sep 2010 22:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-04T19:20:02.733-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">destiny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">gentle</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kindness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">acceptance</category><title>Detour Without Grudge</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TILHdn4r10I/AAAAAAAAAbw/CEefJ1TCeWo/s1600/DSC_0033+(2)ar.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TILHdn4r10I/AAAAAAAAAbw/CEefJ1TCeWo/s400/DSC_0033+(2)ar.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513188205591779138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at this picture I feel a sense of kindness and forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small, pink, delicate flowers are regrowing after what was probably years of misuse. It was probably years of the meadowland serving as a foundation for the train and the advancement of industry and all the disregard to nature that came with it. During that time the meadowland likely could not grow and flourish as it was meant to since the oil and dirt and debris of the train rumbling over it kept it stunted and tamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has moved on though, and the train is no longer in use so that the small flowers are able to peak out again and, somewhat tentatively, regain their purpose. Slowly the flowers are finding their way up through the stones and are stretching in and around the rails to gently reform itself as a meadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flowers don't seem to me to be angry or holding any grudge about the detour or lost years from their original purpose. Instead, it seems to me as if the flowers are simply, maybe even humbly, carrying on where they left off and are softly returning to the journey of their destiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256101911059222521-6660547555878183741?l=bloomspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloomspirit.blogspot.com/2010/09/detour-without-grudge.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bloom Spirit Expressions)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TILHdn4r10I/AAAAAAAAAbw/CEefJ1TCeWo/s72-c/DSC_0033+(2)ar.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256101911059222521.post-1647273716950276214</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Aug 2010 18:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-30T14:32:15.569-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">choices</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bee</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">change</category><title>Busy as a Bee</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/THv4dnlGGxI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Mhmr8ee_5tY/s1600/DSC_0025a.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/THv4dnlGGxI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Mhmr8ee_5tY/s400/DSC_0025a.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511271756742400786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm still finding my way with all this creative expression stuff. I started with one thing, moved to another, moved to yet another and now I am coming back to the beginning where I started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, I am regrouping and restating my creative outlet as "Bloom Spirit Expressions" (instead of also having PhotoCardArt). I found it confusing and distracting to have two different (yet barely distinct) outlets going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am back to where I started -- I am Bloom Spirit Expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now in the process of changing things so they can all be found under that one name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in Greek my name, Melissa, means Honeybee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256101911059222521-1647273716950276214?l=bloomspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloomspirit.blogspot.com/2010/08/busy-as-bee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bloom Spirit Expressions)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/THv4dnlGGxI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Mhmr8ee_5tY/s72-c/DSC_0025a.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256101911059222521.post-6212138014859189649</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Aug 2010 16:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-13T12:16:01.368-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">focus</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">determination</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">will</category><title>The Focus of Determination</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TGVvkLbRkpI/AAAAAAAAAbY/d9e7eyDPH78/s1600/DSC_0391ar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TGVvkLbRkpI/AAAAAAAAAbY/d9e7eyDPH78/s400/DSC_0391ar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504928786863461010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't gotten enough of my persistent little "lonely-only" duckling... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256101911059222521-6212138014859189649?l=bloomspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloomspirit.blogspot.com/2010/08/focus-of-determination.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bloom Spirit Expressions)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TGVvkLbRkpI/AAAAAAAAAbY/d9e7eyDPH78/s72-c/DSC_0391ar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256101911059222521.post-5136375782970716805</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Aug 2010 12:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-06T08:27:54.988-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">steady</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">will</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">strength</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">endurance</category><title>Intrepid</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TFv_d88fYxI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/MXerrs4Zv2U/s1600/DSC_0394ar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TFv_d88fYxI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/MXerrs4Zv2U/s400/DSC_0394ar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502272259804324626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This "lonely-only" duckling followed her mom around so diligently and bravely. The mother duck really did nothing to change her behavior as she sped through the water with the greatest of ease. The duckling must have needed to make six paddles to keep up with her mother's every one paddle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still the duckling did it. She may have fallen behind at times but she made up for it when the mother duck slowed down or rested a bit. The duckling never got any rest herself during the journey and, to be only one or two days old, she really showed her strong will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder about my own will (which wavers much more than I like.) Would I have kept up like this little duckling did? Could I have? Would my mind be able to push me to keep up beyond the point my body wanted to? What kind of inner strength do I have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a turn of the lake and surrounding grounds, when they both arrived safely back at the nest, I saw the mother duck tuck the duckling under her wing for a well-earned nap...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256101911059222521-5136375782970716805?l=bloomspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloomspirit.blogspot.com/2010/08/intrepid.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bloom Spirit Expressions)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TFv_d88fYxI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/MXerrs4Zv2U/s72-c/DSC_0394ar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256101911059222521.post-2125135808109955190</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jul 2010 10:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-22T06:39:31.342-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trust</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">change</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">future</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fears</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">faith</category><title>Gold versus Gray</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TEgdV_lgOKI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Nd-jQlZqME4/s1600/graygold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TEgdV_lgOKI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Nd-jQlZqME4/s400/graygold.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496675608888883362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loved this painting ever since I first saw it on a school field trip to the Cleveland Art Museum many years ago. I love the ominous drama of the dark clouds combined with the sturdy and stable sustenance of the wheat fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only discovered, last year when I was at the art museum once more and I took the time to read the caption, that the painting (called "Gray and Gold" by John Rogers Cox who was an American painter) was painted at the beginning of World War II and could be interpreted to represent the crossroads the U.S. faced when considering entering into the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can often feel this sense of looming danger. That's when my fears are stepping forward during times of change and unknown futures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can choose to focus on the impending storm clouds or I can choose to feel comfort from the plentiful wheat. Focussing on the wheat won't make the clouds go away, I know, but it's a more stable grounding for me than the ever-changing sky. When the clouds have passed, the wheat fields, in some variation and most likely not without trauma, will still be there. Or, at the very least, the land for more wheat fields to be planted will still be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently done some traveling to England and was taken in by a similar scene. I do *not* attempt to replace or recreate the original painting but it feels good for me that I have made my own photographic version of a painting that has quietly captured my spirit for many years:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TEgdrEx09XI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Z0OrQ-zc78I/s1600/DSC_0010+copyar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TEgdrEx09XI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Z0OrQ-zc78I/s400/DSC_0010+copyar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496675971060004210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256101911059222521-2125135808109955190?l=bloomspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloomspirit.blogspot.com/2010/07/gold-versus-gray.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bloom Spirit Expressions)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TEgdV_lgOKI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Nd-jQlZqME4/s72-c/graygold.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256101911059222521.post-9029893151457350743</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jun 2010 12:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-17T09:10:55.039-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">present</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">optimism</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">awareness</category><title>Rainy Day Lilies</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TBod0f0XtOI/AAAAAAAAAZM/yCKaa5k3rE4/s1600/Dsc_0230r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TBod0f0XtOI/AAAAAAAAAZM/yCKaa5k3rE4/s400/Dsc_0230r.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483728284008559842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TBod06JOhRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/OivYHBil0vA/s1600/DSC_0237ar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TBod06JOhRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/OivYHBil0vA/s400/DSC_0237ar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483728291075360018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TBod1BCIoBI/AAAAAAAAAZc/uSIjn6vC0u8/s1600/Dsc_0235r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TBod1BCIoBI/AAAAAAAAAZc/uSIjn6vC0u8/s400/Dsc_0235r.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483728292924661778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Day Lilies are starting up again. They come every year and I look forward to their bold display of ORANGE-ness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange is not a color that features prominently in my life and it's not a color I choose often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I certainly *do* love all the wild abandon of the orange Day Lilies that the previous owner of my home planted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how the choices of others can expand my life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256101911059222521-9029893151457350743?l=bloomspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloomspirit.blogspot.com/2010/06/rainy-day-lilies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bloom Spirit Expressions)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TBod0f0XtOI/AAAAAAAAAZM/yCKaa5k3rE4/s72-c/Dsc_0230r.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256101911059222521.post-4899786195518805342</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Jun 2010 21:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-09T17:59:40.271-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spirit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">self-possessed</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">authenticity</category><title>Striving But Not Competing</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TBAOgvzG3RI/AAAAAAAAAZE/WmWp7BRfOME/s1600/DSC_0050aar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TBAOgvzG3RI/AAAAAAAAAZE/WmWp7BRfOME/s400/DSC_0050aar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480896702259322130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256101911059222521-4899786195518805342?l=bloomspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloomspirit.blogspot.com/2010/06/striving-but-not-competing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bloom Spirit Expressions)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/TBAOgvzG3RI/AAAAAAAAAZE/WmWp7BRfOME/s72-c/DSC_0050aar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256101911059222521.post-8312186642540313182</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 May 2010 21:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-22T18:01:12.719-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">anticipation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">optimism</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dogwood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">actualization</category><title>Delicate Dancers (The Future is Good)</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/S_hThjHFFHI/AAAAAAAAAY8/DjqB8E2-jEg/s1600/P1040259ar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/S_hThjHFFHI/AAAAAAAAAY8/DjqB8E2-jEg/s400/P1040259ar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474217182894560370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These young Dogwood blossoms look so innocent to me as they delicately dance in the bright morning light. They are young and carefree and, as is appropriate, completely unaware of just what strong and bold mature blooms their destiny will soon lead them to be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256101911059222521-8312186642540313182?l=bloomspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloomspirit.blogspot.com/2010/05/delicate-dancers-future-is-good.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bloom Spirit Expressions)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/S_hThjHFFHI/AAAAAAAAAY8/DjqB8E2-jEg/s72-c/P1040259ar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256101911059222521.post-7504205923136793993</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 May 2010 15:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-12T11:29:08.173-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spirit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beauty</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spring</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blossom</category><title /><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/S-rJK4xfV8I/AAAAAAAAAY0/6eTyEMFPF7A/s1600/P1100761ar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/S-rJK4xfV8I/AAAAAAAAAY0/6eTyEMFPF7A/s400/P1100761ar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470405886270724034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having some gray and rainy days here so I'm in need of a jolt of brightness, blooms and beauty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at beauty, whether in the real world or in a photograph, I always feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although beauty is not a necessity for living a life it certainly soothes my soul and makes the living of my life much more enjoyable...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256101911059222521-7504205923136793993?l=bloomspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloomspirit.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-are-having-some-gray-and-rainy-days.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bloom Spirit Expressions)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAcGHwln25I/S-rJK4xfV8I/AAAAAAAAAY0/6eTyEMFPF7A/s72-c/P1100761ar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

