<?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-4566844560082705599</id><updated>2024-08-29T21:48:01.636-04:00</updated><category term="happiness"/><category term="life"/><category term="#OWS"/><category term="#Occupy Wall Street"/><category term="Activity"/><category term="Bread"/><category term="TESL"/><category term="acting"/><category term="active living"/><category term="artisans"/><category term="bakery"/><category term="carbon footprints"/><category term="civil unrest"/><category term="commuinity"/><category term="creation"/><category term="culture"/><category term="democracy"/><category term="depression"/><category term="diet"/><category term="eco friendly"/><category term="environmentally friendly"/><category term="exercise"/><category term="family"/><category term="feminism"/><category term="freedom"/><category term="gender roles"/><category term="goals"/><category term="government"/><category term="gratefulness"/><category term="green living"/><category term="growth"/><category term="healthy eating"/><category term="hybrids"/><category term="joy"/><category term="laughter"/><category term="laziness"/><category term="learning german"/><category term="living life"/><category term="local"/><category term="matriarch"/><category term="men"/><category term="obesity"/><category term="oligarchy"/><category term="passion"/><category term="personal growth"/><category term="poetry"/><category term="politics"/><category term="princesses"/><category term="promises"/><category term="protests"/><category term="rebirth"/><category term="relationships"/><category term="respect"/><category term="safe communities"/><category term="strengths"/><category term="suffering"/><category term="taxation without representation"/><category term="teamwork"/><category term="travel"/><category term="voice work"/><category term="walking"/><category term="weaknesses"/><category term="women"/><category term="writing"/><title type='text'>Indigo Dreaming</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anindigodreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566844560082705599/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anindigodreaming.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Indigo Dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066579613002436009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVDh_gFxixgBYIfqo53jSSRGOEkPHAEE2A8di707rez8_oMepnn5C_Zyx760Gb0ZtxnpH4BH6y_t9I4fEMI0mp5ahHbZU2qaTx4b4ydEgyafT857EEZvwBmEil0ZPlGnk/s220/Picture0013.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566844560082705599.post-7514436014328075912</id><published>2011-10-16T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T22:09:47.573-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="#Occupy Wall Street"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="#OWS"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="civil unrest"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="democracy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="government"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="oligarchy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="politics"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="protests"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="taxation without representation"/><title type='text'>#Occupy Wall Street Protests = Taxation without Representation</title><content type='html'>There are many different people attending the #Occupy Wall Street protests in NYC and all over the country.&amp;nbsp; There are many different political views, classes, ages, education levels and motivations there.&amp;nbsp; Someone said to me that there are people there who are just there to be part of something big.&amp;nbsp; They said it as if that was a bad thing.&amp;nbsp; I say, why &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; be part of something big?!&amp;nbsp; What a great reason to go, because you can believe if you don&#39;t know about the protests before you go, you better be sure that you will know once you experience it.&amp;nbsp; What a great learning experience.&amp;nbsp; I wish I could go and be a part of this something big!&lt;br /&gt;
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I am sure there are people there just as hangers on, just for the food that is being distributed, just for the drugs that I am sure show up in a gathering of that size.&amp;nbsp; I am sure there are people who just want to agitate, there always are in such crowds.&amp;nbsp; But remarkably, from everything I have read and seen, the crowds seem very well mannered.&amp;nbsp; Civil even...and isn&#39;t that appropriate it since this a grand example of civil unrest.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Civil unrest is how our country started.&amp;nbsp; How many of us remember &quot;taxation without representation&quot; from history class?&amp;nbsp; *raises hand*&amp;nbsp; I do.&amp;nbsp; This protest, when it is boiled down, is about the same thing.&amp;nbsp; People are tired of the smallest percentage of the population controlling the government of our country.&amp;nbsp; That is called an Oligarchy by the way.&amp;nbsp; As best as I recall, our government is &lt;i&gt;supposed&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;to be a democracy, of the people, by the people for the people.&amp;nbsp; Not the wealthiest of the people, but all the people.&amp;nbsp; When our government bows to the concerns of the wealthiest, who aren&#39;t paying taxes at the same rates as the rest of&amp;nbsp; us, then that phrase comes back into play, &quot;Taxation without representation&quot;,&amp;nbsp; because the middle class is paying the majority of taxes, yet the representatives are all serving only the wealthiest among us.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Now.&amp;nbsp; Our forefathers protested in a much larger way, in a much less...civil way.&amp;nbsp; But they were protesting against a government that was much further away, and a monarchy as well.&amp;nbsp; Our government was made for us, and yet has now been usurped by the wealthiest 1% of the population, it has been bought out by the biggest corporations.&amp;nbsp; I am not advocating redistribution of honestly earned wealth.&amp;nbsp; I do believe that corporations that succeed in America do so, because our laws, our government, our system allows them to do that, and so these successful corporations should pay their dues, should pay back into the system that allows them to grow their wealth.&amp;nbsp; I think that these corporations should not just pay back into the system, but should be socially and environmentally responsible as well.&amp;nbsp; Why should they &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; to weaken our country, the very country that allowed them to grow successful, by creating environmental or social instability, by polluting or cutting corners in safety and health procedures, by not taking care of the employees that do the backbone of the work as well as they take care of the heads at the top of the pyramids.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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These are not original questions to me, nor are they unreasonable ones. &amp;nbsp; These are the sort of questions that the protestors are asking.&amp;nbsp; These protestors want to know why the investment bankers and reinsurance companies aren&#39;t being held to the same standards, the same &lt;i&gt;laws&lt;/i&gt; as the rest of us.&amp;nbsp; So now, not only are the middle class paying the taxes, without real representation, but we are also being held to laws that the wealthiest are not being held to.&amp;nbsp; Wait a minute.&amp;nbsp; I thought that democracy meant everyone is equal, that same rights and laws apply to everyone.&amp;nbsp; Apparently I am mistaken.&amp;nbsp; At least these days.&amp;nbsp; There are more regulations about grandmothers selling their cookies at a local bake sale than there are regulations controlling investment bankers, handling huge chunks of our country&#39;s wealth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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And why is that?&amp;nbsp; Because grandma cannot afford a cadre of lawyers and lobbyists to plead, or rather bribe her case to our representatives in the government.&amp;nbsp; Grandma pays her taxes, always has, but her voice isn&#39;t represented in our government anymore, because she cannot sell her cookies to amass her fortunes, or she wasn&#39;t born with a trust fund, she didn&#39;t cheat anyone out of the retirement savings by selling them purposefully risky investment vehicles that were insured and built to fail...&lt;br /&gt;
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The protests are growing because there are more of us in the 99% than there are in the 1%, by definition alone!&amp;nbsp; We need to hearken back to our beginnings, stop representation without taxation.&amp;nbsp; Demand that our government stop representing only the wealthiest, demand that the government stop caving to the corporations&#39; concerns rather than the concerns of the people.&amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t complain about the small percentage of people at the protests who are just along for the ride.&amp;nbsp; Hope instead, that the momentum will sweep them up and change them too.&amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t deride the people who are saying that we don&#39;t live in an oligarchy, but are demanding a return to democracy.&amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t look for reasons to hate, instead find ways to make&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; voice heard.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anindigodreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/7514436014328075912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anindigodreaming.blogspot.com/2011/10/occupy-wall-street-protests-taxation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566844560082705599/posts/default/7514436014328075912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566844560082705599/posts/default/7514436014328075912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anindigodreaming.blogspot.com/2011/10/occupy-wall-street-protests-taxation.html' title='#Occupy Wall Street Protests = Taxation without Representation'/><author><name>Indigo Dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066579613002436009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVDh_gFxixgBYIfqo53jSSRGOEkPHAEE2A8di707rez8_oMepnn5C_Zyx760Gb0ZtxnpH4BH6y_t9I4fEMI0mp5ahHbZU2qaTx4b4ydEgyafT857EEZvwBmEil0ZPlGnk/s220/Picture0013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566844560082705599.post-4213749413682211892</id><published>2011-10-15T14:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T14:35:57.072-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="acting"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="active living"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Activity"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="diet"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="exercise"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="goals"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happiness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="healthy eating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="laziness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="learning german"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="living life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal growth"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TESL"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="voice work"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>Needful Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;How often do you picture yourself as the person you want to be, rather than the person you actually are.&amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t we all want to be the best we can be?&amp;nbsp; I know that I have a list of things I want to work on in myself.&amp;nbsp; Some are small, some are more than I think I can handle, but all of them are going to require daily effort.&amp;nbsp; And there is the problem.&amp;nbsp; I get lazy and find too many distractions and excuses.&amp;nbsp; I think we all do, but the most successful of us don&#39;t let the distractions and excuses get in the way of attaining our dreams.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;So, in a concerted effort to find some accountability (again), I want to list some of my goals, and keep a regular record of my efforts and my thoughts and feelings around my efforts.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I can get some encouragement and advice from people who have gone through the same challenges, or are currently going through them.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I can offer insight to people who are thinking and feeling the same things.&amp;nbsp; Maybe no one else will read this and it will be more a introspective for myself.&amp;nbsp; Either way, I think chronicling all of it will be helpful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I want to start writing more, in order to gather my thoughts, to force me to think more critically and rationally, to express my opinions and thoughts on things that affect me and my world, to get feedback on these things that will force me to consider other perspectives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I want to control my dietary habits, which are not as healthy as I want them to be.&amp;nbsp; I want to eat healthy, whole foods, fruits and vegetables and whole grains and responsibly raised meats.&amp;nbsp; I want to be more in control of what I put into my body.&amp;nbsp; Right now food is very much an addiction for me.&amp;nbsp; There isn&#39;t really a rehab for food addicts, and it isn&#39;t as if I can go cold turkey.&amp;nbsp; But I am exercising regularly and have lost nearly 100 pounds, and I want to lose 80 more, so diet control is very necessary.&amp;nbsp; I also have struggled with Type 2 diabetes, and am currently not taking medicine, and I don&#39;t want to go back to taking medicine, so I have GOT to get my eating under control.&amp;nbsp; I want my body to have the right fuel for the active healthy lifestyle I want to attain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I want my exercise routine to be more consistent.&amp;nbsp; I want to go to the gym and do a weight circuit every other day and a cardio routine on the alternate days.&amp;nbsp; Losing weight is one of my most important goals, because of the lifestyle I want to live.&amp;nbsp; I want to be an active person.&amp;nbsp; I want to be able to try different activities, like skiing or snowboarding, or get back into horseback riding.&amp;nbsp; The point is, I want to be active, for the rest of my life and so need to maintain a regular exercise routine, so that I can be ready for any activity that comes my way. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I want to reach out to other people, I want to gain friends and a community.&amp;nbsp; In the past I have not wanted to make the effort of maintaining friendships, but that is just laziness, and in truth I love people.&amp;nbsp; I need social connections, because I am a social person and thrive in social situations.&amp;nbsp; I have previously lacked confidence, because of my appearance mostly, but am growing out of that.&amp;nbsp; I want to put more effort into creating relationships with people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I want to find a meaningful job.&amp;nbsp; I want more than to bring in an income, though that is very important since I currently have none.&amp;nbsp; I would like to work using my acting skills, or my voice, but don&#39;t really have the resources yet to submit demos to the right people.&amp;nbsp; I want to pursue it regardless. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I want to learn German.&amp;nbsp; I want to stop being lazy about it and buckle down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I want to get certified to teach English as a second language.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t have the resources right now to take the courses, but it is a goal nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;There are more things I want to work on, but they are goals with less priority.&amp;nbsp; Mostly I want to become a more active, more well rounded person.&amp;nbsp; I want to stop being lazy about life.&amp;nbsp; The word life implies activity and participation and I want to go for it. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anindigodreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/4213749413682211892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anindigodreaming.blogspot.com/2011/10/needful-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566844560082705599/posts/default/4213749413682211892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566844560082705599/posts/default/4213749413682211892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anindigodreaming.blogspot.com/2011/10/needful-things.html' title='Needful Things'/><author><name>Indigo Dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066579613002436009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVDh_gFxixgBYIfqo53jSSRGOEkPHAEE2A8di707rez8_oMepnn5C_Zyx760Gb0ZtxnpH4BH6y_t9I4fEMI0mp5ahHbZU2qaTx4b4ydEgyafT857EEZvwBmEil0ZPlGnk/s220/Picture0013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566844560082705599.post-3115952725440449802</id><published>2011-01-24T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T08:09:12.029-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gratefulness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="growth"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happiness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="joy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="laughter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="passion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="suffering"/><title type='text'>Life is good, no matter what, damnit</title><content type='html'>I don&#39;t think I am an optimist...rather I think I am just really stubborn.&amp;nbsp; My family jokes that we are cursed...you know the sort of thing I am talking about.&amp;nbsp; Murphy&#39;s Law, but on a grand scale within my family.&amp;nbsp; Everything from the register at the grocery store never failing to break down when we are next in line, and have been there for the last 15 minutes...with our 4 items..., to bigger things like horrible health issues that go hand in hand with job losses and other gloom and doom that I won&#39;t bore...or perhaps titillate you with.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, I am a firm believer that even in the face of almost constant struggle, life is full of joy.&amp;nbsp; Maybe not grand scale joys, but little things that can make us happy if we choose to let them.&amp;nbsp; I am at a crossroads currently, well, I am moving past the crossroad onto the path I chose.&amp;nbsp; My life is very fluid at the moment.&amp;nbsp; It is scary.&amp;nbsp; I am in a new city, among people I don&#39;t know, who speak a language I don&#39;t know either.&amp;nbsp; I left behind everyone and everything that I knew, because I was living miserably.&amp;nbsp; I chose to come here, and while it has been and still is sometimes scary and overwhelming in the hurdles I need to clamber over, I am still finding little things, daily to bolster my spirit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I think this is something we HAVE to choose to do.&amp;nbsp; It isn&#39;t easy, ever to choose to look at things positively, to look for things to be joyful about, to choose to be grateful for life as it is.&amp;nbsp; There is the old adage that &#39;No one ever said life would be fair&#39;, and I think that is more than just fair as in justice, but fair as in sunny and sweet as well.&amp;nbsp; Life isn&#39;t just, or sunny, or swell all the time.&amp;nbsp; In fact most of the time, life is downright brutal.&amp;nbsp; People all have problems, sometimes some problems seem less than others, but that is like beauty being in the eye of the beholder, right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I was walking beside the river this morning and was stopped by a few Jehovah&#39;s Witnesses, evangelizing in German.&amp;nbsp; When they realized I spoke English, they gave me their tract, written in English.&amp;nbsp; I took it and continued my walk.&amp;nbsp; On the front it said, &quot;Does God care about us?&amp;nbsp; And if He does, then why do we suffer.&amp;nbsp; Will the suffering ever end.&quot;&amp;nbsp; Now, I am not going to get into a religious debate here and now, but I will take that statement about suffering and turn it over a time or two.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I think suffering is just part of life.&amp;nbsp; Without it, we don&#39;t grow, not in character, or spirit or in mind.&amp;nbsp; Without suffering, how do we know joy?&amp;nbsp; Wouldn&#39;t a life that held only joy, in effect devalue the meaning of joy?&amp;nbsp; How would we know it was joy without the presence of suffering and pain?&amp;nbsp; We wouldn&#39;t of course.&amp;nbsp; We can choose to accept suffering and make it into part of our joy and happiness.&amp;nbsp; We can choose to laugh even while we are depressed, we can choose to see beauty, even in the midst of darkness, we can choose to be grateful&amp;nbsp; for a dozen little things daily, even while life is assaulting us.&amp;nbsp; We still have worries and pain and suffering, but it doesn&#39;t have to consume us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Life is good, life is grand, your life is YOURS, live it.&amp;nbsp; With passion, with joy, with a stubborn grateful zeal.&amp;nbsp; It is yours to live as you choose it.&amp;nbsp; Choose passion over pain and fight for it tooth and nail.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anindigodreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/3115952725440449802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anindigodreaming.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-is-good-no-matter-what-damnit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566844560082705599/posts/default/3115952725440449802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566844560082705599/posts/default/3115952725440449802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anindigodreaming.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-is-good-no-matter-what-damnit.html' title='Life is good, no matter what, damnit'/><author><name>Indigo Dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066579613002436009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVDh_gFxixgBYIfqo53jSSRGOEkPHAEE2A8di707rez8_oMepnn5C_Zyx760Gb0ZtxnpH4BH6y_t9I4fEMI0mp5ahHbZU2qaTx4b4ydEgyafT857EEZvwBmEil0ZPlGnk/s220/Picture0013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566844560082705599.post-2449319587587673442</id><published>2010-12-29T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T19:00:12.791-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feminism"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gender roles"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="matriarch"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="men"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="respect"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="strengths"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teamwork"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weaknesses"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="women"/><title type='text'>Superwoman v Feminism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;The following is all generally speaking, people are endlessly varied and the individual will often prove the generalization very wrong.&amp;nbsp; Also, it tends to apply most to the relationships between men and women and not to same sex relationships.&amp;nbsp; Since I have never been in a same sex relationship, I cannot really offer an opinion as to how this applies to them, or if it applies at all. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In early civilizations, matriarchy was the way of life, women were revered as life givers, the ones who carried the next generation, the carriers of the legacies of the men.&amp;nbsp; There is no greater way for man&#39;s name to burn bright through the ages than in his descendants.&amp;nbsp; As such, women were considered powerful for providing this link to immortality.&amp;nbsp; Goddess figures are found all over the earth, showing early man&#39;s reverence for womanhood.&lt;br /&gt;
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Women and men tended to work side by side in early tribes.&amp;nbsp; Men, with their greater physical strength went out to hunt the animals in teams that utilized that strength.&amp;nbsp; Women stayed closer to the hearth, tending the young and elders of the tribe.&amp;nbsp; They gathered the herbs and plants for medicines and food to go along with that meat.&amp;nbsp; Any nutritionist will tell you that while meat is extremely important as a source of protein, people generally need to live primarily off of plant based foods.&amp;nbsp; Women also were and always have been the maintainers of social structure.&amp;nbsp; The women and the elders helped keep up with the children, taught them the ways of the tribe, taught them their work as productive members of the tribe.&amp;nbsp; If the women didn&#39;t keep up with the children, their would be no need for the men to hunt and bring home provisions.&amp;nbsp; There would be no tribe, nor a future.&amp;nbsp; There would be no innovation, because without a future, there is little need for improving anything.&lt;br /&gt;
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In later cultures, women held places as important as men.&amp;nbsp; They were warriors and priestesses and monarchs, just as men were.&amp;nbsp; Even so, men and women still tend to hold different roles, generally speaking, because just as generally speaking, men and women tend to think differently and have different strengths and weaknesses.&amp;nbsp; It wasn&#39;t until more recent cultures that women were seen as &#39;the weaker sex&#39;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And that lasted far too long, and continues to last in some minds, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;
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That seems to be what hard core feminism rebels against.&amp;nbsp; But is one extreme really better than the other?&amp;nbsp; Most major religions teach moderation in everything, from eating to arguing.&amp;nbsp; Can eschewing the rightful power of men in favor of the power of women be any better than saying women are the weaker sex?&amp;nbsp; Do we have to have one sex under the heel of the other?&amp;nbsp; Are women who enjoy the strengths of men any less for it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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It would seem that women who are comfortable enough in their own strengths to allow a man to behave in a mannered fashion have the right thinking.&amp;nbsp; There is nothing weak about allowing a man to open a door for you, in fact does a woman not hold a position of power to expect a man to treat her with that sort of respect?&amp;nbsp; Are we not saying, I deserve reverence in your treatment of me?&amp;nbsp; Is it a demeaning thing to know your value as a woman and hold others to the standards of value you place on yourself?&amp;nbsp; How does expecting a man to follow his historically natural role as a provider make a woman weaker than a man?&amp;nbsp; How does that say that a woman cannot provide for herself?&amp;nbsp; It doesn&#39;t.&amp;nbsp; The modern strength of a feminist woman isn&#39;t the hardcore, bra burning, men are lesser than women stance, it is much simpler.&amp;nbsp; It is a stance that says as a woman I have as much choice to live however I like, as a man does.&amp;nbsp; Social standards be damned, it is all about my choices, the only limitations on me are those I set for myself.&amp;nbsp; I think everyone should have that choice.&amp;nbsp; Men and women alike.&amp;nbsp; Of course the right to live as I please only extends as far as it isn&#39;t harmful to the next persons&#39; similar rights.&lt;br /&gt;
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So in this belief, it is also right and the strength of womanhood to be a stay at home mother if a woman chooses.&amp;nbsp; If she wants to devote her life to home and hearth and the happiness of her husband and children, if that is what her desires and strengths stem from, then that is her Superwoman power.&amp;nbsp; If a woman will only date men who treat her with respect and manners, who court her in what modern society often deems as old fashioned, then that is powerful for her.&amp;nbsp; If a woman wants to pursue a career and climb the ladder of success in her chosen field, then that is what she should do.&amp;nbsp; That choice is her superpower.&amp;nbsp; If she wants to pursue a career and raise a family and has to demand that her husband participate as much as she does in the running of the household, then she should.&amp;nbsp; And in turn, he absolutely should share equally in the burdens of the household.&amp;nbsp; Every woman has the right to choose what makes her as powerful as the next person.&amp;nbsp; This is the heart and soul of feminism.&amp;nbsp; The power of choosing your life&#39;s path and how you will walk it.&lt;br /&gt;
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In being raised in the American South, I believe men should treat me with respect.&amp;nbsp; I expect the door to be opened for me, I expect a man to pull out a chair for me, to hold my coat as I put it on or take it off.&amp;nbsp; I want him to feel the role of protector and provider.&amp;nbsp; There are few instances anymore where I would need protecting in any way I could not do myself, but I believe men need that as an affirmation of their masculinity.&amp;nbsp; And if demanding that sort of behavior makes me powerful and his fulfilling those demands makes him feel powerful, then isn&#39;t this a win win situation?&amp;nbsp; Aren&#39;t we both feeling the strengths of our roles?&amp;nbsp; Let&#39;s face it, men and women are different creatures, with different strength and weaknesses.&amp;nbsp; The best partnerships make&amp;nbsp; use of each others&#39; strengths and weaknesses.&amp;nbsp; It only weakens a partnership to denigrate one member into a role of weakness.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t buy into women are more than men or men are more than women.&amp;nbsp; We are two halves of a whole and should work in tandem to make the whole strong and stable.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anindigodreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/2449319587587673442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anindigodreaming.blogspot.com/2010/12/superwoman-v-feminism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566844560082705599/posts/default/2449319587587673442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566844560082705599/posts/default/2449319587587673442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anindigodreaming.blogspot.com/2010/12/superwoman-v-feminism.html' title='Superwoman v Feminism'/><author><name>Indigo Dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066579613002436009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVDh_gFxixgBYIfqo53jSSRGOEkPHAEE2A8di707rez8_oMepnn5C_Zyx760Gb0ZtxnpH4BH6y_t9I4fEMI0mp5ahHbZU2qaTx4b4ydEgyafT857EEZvwBmEil0ZPlGnk/s220/Picture0013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566844560082705599.post-2803561083710318464</id><published>2010-12-13T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T18:39:54.013-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="freedom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="princesses"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="promises"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rebirth"/><title type='text'>The Alpha Post.  I am the Princess, promise in hand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;He played me a song that said&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want to be a princess with armies in my hand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;but I misheard the lyric as a promise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I find I like that better.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want to be a Princess with a promise in my hand.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;armies destroy but a promise unnamed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;unfettered&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;is limitless&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;and beautiful, full and rich&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Creation waiting to happen,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;that stillness before the first breath.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;And Now! Now! Now!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I breathe!&amp;nbsp; I live!&amp;nbsp; I run!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;No more armies to destroy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Only the promise now, the Promise!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Passion grows, like desert flowers after a flood&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Destruction preceding life abundant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will run and never fear panting&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;My laughter will infect others, a plague of joy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;an infestation of passion!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will love with abandon,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;vulnerable to sharp points of Fear and Ego&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;yours, of course, since I renounce the curse of fear.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let me shout it louder, let that ring out clear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;like Vespers&#39; bells, singing their bright message.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I renounce that curse, no more armies,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;only the promise, the promise I claim!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am a Princess with a promise in my hand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;my fingers loose, cradling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;not grasping, not strangling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;My promise breathes and pulses with life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;giving, giving, giving.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;No more wistful fantasies in half light&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;No more longing while hiding&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;No more biting my tongue or biding my time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I shed the darkness, I shed the weight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I chase life with my promise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;with flesh that doesn&#39;t falter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;with a heart that courses strong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;The me that was is gone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am me, I am now, I am.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am the Princess with a Promise in my hand.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Look, look, look, can you see it clearly?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are your eyes open?&amp;nbsp; Is your heart?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will you feel?&amp;nbsp; Will you savor it all?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Feel and see and live with me,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your Princess with the promise in my hand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;open, new, powerful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;passionate to share it entirely&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am the Princess with the promise &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am the ruler with it in my hand &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;open for you to understand.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anindigodreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/2803561083710318464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anindigodreaming.blogspot.com/2010/12/alpha-post-i-am-princess-promise-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566844560082705599/posts/default/2803561083710318464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566844560082705599/posts/default/2803561083710318464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anindigodreaming.blogspot.com/2010/12/alpha-post-i-am-princess-promise-in.html' title='The Alpha Post.  I am the Princess, promise in hand.'/><author><name>Indigo Dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066579613002436009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVDh_gFxixgBYIfqo53jSSRGOEkPHAEE2A8di707rez8_oMepnn5C_Zyx760Gb0ZtxnpH4BH6y_t9I4fEMI0mp5ahHbZU2qaTx4b4ydEgyafT857EEZvwBmEil0ZPlGnk/s220/Picture0013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566844560082705599.post-7436805522428881311</id><published>2010-12-13T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T18:46:42.927-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="artisans"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bakery"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bread"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="carbon footprints"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="commuinity"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="culture"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eco friendly"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="environmentally friendly"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="green living"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hybrids"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="local"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="obesity"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="safe communities"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="walking"/><title type='text'>A sense of community</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Recently, I returned from several weeks in Germany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The trip was very&amp;nbsp; enjoyable, traveling is something I love.&amp;nbsp; I love seeing the world through the eyes of another culture.&amp;nbsp; I like seeing the good things people have done to live better, richer lives.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;We, as Americans often think we are ahead of the curve, that we have the patent on the best ways of living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Now don&#39;t mistake me here, I am a patriotic American.&amp;nbsp; I am the original Southern Belle, I love North Carolina, it will ALWAYS be home, even if I am living anywhere else.&amp;nbsp; I think America is the greatest country in the world, I am grateful for all the freedoms this country affords me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;However, I don&#39;t think everything about America is perfect, and I definitely think there are many things we need to improve on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Some of the problems that face us in society can be sorted by adopting a new way of daily life, or perhaps I should say retreating to a way of life that really isn&#39;t so distant.&amp;nbsp; I think that we need, especially in the smaller more sprawling towns, to redevelop our sense of community. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Already this is happening some, in my &#39;neighborhood&#39;,&amp;nbsp; we have, within walking distance, several grocery stores, doctors&#39; offices, coffee houses and restaurants.&amp;nbsp; Downtown, with its local artisan shops, boutiques, restaurants and entertainment venues is only a little bit of a longer walk away.&amp;nbsp; The SALT Block ( Science, Art, Literature center) is within walking distance as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The problem is that people aren&#39;t walking to them, they are climbing in their shiny new hybrid vehicles and driving to them.&amp;nbsp; We talk so much lately about reducing our carbon footprints and reducing our dependence on foreign oil, yet we are still driving to places we should be walking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Oh I can hear you now, I don&#39;t have the time to walk!&amp;nbsp; Driving is faster! I can fit all my kids/friends/stuff in the car!&amp;nbsp; First of all, faster doesn&#39;t mean better.&amp;nbsp; We should all be taking time in the day to recenter ourselves.&amp;nbsp; No, I am not spouting some new age holistic philosophy.&amp;nbsp; I simply mean that most of us just go, go, go.&amp;nbsp; We don&#39;t take time out to just breathe, to gather our thoughts, or let them go for awhile.&amp;nbsp; We need to free ourselves from that endless to do list sometimes.&amp;nbsp; Daily.&amp;nbsp; So...take the thirty minutes to walk to the market instead of driving.&amp;nbsp; Or the coffee shop, or the restaurant.&amp;nbsp; Wherever it is you need to go in your neighborhood...walk, don&#39;t drive.&amp;nbsp; Breathe the air, let it wash through you and refresh you, think about nothing, or about something that makes you happy.&amp;nbsp; Or talk to your kids or friends that you have gotten into walking with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Another ill that would be helped by walking your local errands, is health issues.&amp;nbsp; If you start walking to the grocery store instead of driving, you won&#39;t buy as much, because suddenly you have to carry it all home with you without the aid of the backseat or trunk.&amp;nbsp; You suddenly become much more selective about what you buy.&amp;nbsp; Do you really want the two liter soda if you have to lug it home in your reusable market bag?&amp;nbsp; And you are walking daily, you notice changes in your body, things that were...ahem...well rounded, have smoothed out, you don&#39;t really need that gallon of ice cream, especially since it will probably melt a bit on the way home, then you just have a mess on your hands.&amp;nbsp; Also, because you are buying less at a trip, you are going to walk to the market more often, daily or every other day, thus helping your health and mental state.&amp;nbsp; I noticed that Europeans tend to buy bread daily, not the nearly predigested white bread so many Americans eat, but hearty brown breads, full of seeds and whole grains.&amp;nbsp; Full of actual flavor, with crusts you actually have to chew.&amp;nbsp; This is another excellent reason for walking to the market, or hopefully the local bakery daily.&amp;nbsp; Life is far to short to eat bad bread.&amp;nbsp; If you don&#39;t have a bakery in your neighborhood and your grocery store only sells the regular bread on the shelves, then ask for better bread, bread baked fresh daily, with whole grains and good quality ingredients.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;It may seem that my ranting about bread doesn&#39;t really suit the rest of this, but let me explain my thinking.&amp;nbsp; I am not just talking about walking places, but about changing the way we think about our daily lives.&amp;nbsp; We are so quick to rush through everything.&amp;nbsp; We sacrifice quality of life for trying to stuff in as much as possible every day.&amp;nbsp; People see the prints of the Norman Rockwell covers for the Saturday Evening Posts and say things like, &#39;oh the good old days,&#39; and they sigh wistfully.&amp;nbsp; The things that actually appeal to people in those pictures are the simple pleasures found in daily life with family and friends.&amp;nbsp; The sort of things that we should fill our lives with now.&amp;nbsp; Slower, more mindful activities and thinking.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Food features prominently in many of those pictures, good food.&amp;nbsp; You can tell its good because of the look of anticipation on the faces of the people around the table.&amp;nbsp; Food doesn&#39;t have to be elaborate to be good.&amp;nbsp; When you walk to the market and carefully select the food that you will carry home under your own steam, and serve to your family suddenly becomes better quality.&amp;nbsp; Most of us won&#39;t produce our own food, beyond a summer garden, so walking to the market and carefully choosing is as close as we get to being producers of the provisions of the table.&amp;nbsp; How much better is the food when we have added to, even in that small way, its place on our table.&amp;nbsp; Life, when you live it by wringing every bit of joy from it as possible, is so much better when you find ways to actively participate in it every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;When you start to make these changes, this walking to local places on a daily basis, you start to meet your neighbors.&amp;nbsp; You start to see your community differently, you start to become more invested in it.&amp;nbsp; You want those local shops to succeed, you want to encourage your local artisans, because each of their successes means a success for the community.&amp;nbsp; In the bigger picture, the nation at large, Free trade has given so much of our goods production to China and other countries with cheap labor.&amp;nbsp; It is destroying our national economy.&amp;nbsp; All of us know someone who is out of a job because the companies have sent the manufacturing overseas.&amp;nbsp; Local artisans, local businesspeople are creating quality products and when we support them, the money is staying local and therefore good for our community and in the long run, good for us.&amp;nbsp; Actively supporting our community this way makes it &#39;ours&#39;.&amp;nbsp; We will care about thing that we are so invested in, and when we care about our community, our quality of life automatically grows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;When more of us are walking around our communities, going to the market, or a local shop, or heading out to meet friends at a coffee house, I believe that our communities become safer.&amp;nbsp; We know more of our neighbors, they know us.&amp;nbsp; We look out for each other, we look out for our children.&amp;nbsp; With more responsible like minded, every day people out on the sidewalks, there is less room, less opportunity for the criminal element among us.&amp;nbsp; Our kids should grow up walking around our communities.&amp;nbsp; They should be able to cross the streets and walk to an from school without fear of dangerous people lurking around.&amp;nbsp; They should learn to be civic minded, to want to grow their community too.&amp;nbsp; How many of us complain now that these kids today have no manners or take everything for granted, they have no appreciated from where the things they are given come from.&amp;nbsp; If we walk to the local market, to the local artisan shops and take our kids with us, we are reinforcing the idea of the physical being part of our daily lives, that regular exercise is important, that exercise doesn&#39;t have to be just an intensive session at the gym.&amp;nbsp; We are teaching them to get to know our neighbors.&amp;nbsp; We are teaching them the importance of buying and selling locally, of supporting the growth of our community, of learning where things come from.&amp;nbsp; We teach them to meet the people behind the craftmanship or services.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To put faces to those that produce the materials of our lives.&amp;nbsp; This will develop a sense of personal accountability both in our children and in ourselves as the people of the community who are producing everything.&amp;nbsp; We teach them quality is more important that quantity and that sometimes when you pay cheaply for something it is because that something is cheap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Most importantly, creating a sense of community develops each one of us into something better.&amp;nbsp; Investing ourselves fully into daily life can only increase the quality of that life.&amp;nbsp; Living fully locally can only broaden your horizons.&amp;nbsp; So leave your hybrid in the driveway, grab your kids/friends/dog and walk out into your community and discover the richness of life waiting for us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anindigodreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/7436805522428881311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anindigodreaming.blogspot.com/2010/12/sense-of-community.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566844560082705599/posts/default/7436805522428881311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4566844560082705599/posts/default/7436805522428881311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anindigodreaming.blogspot.com/2010/12/sense-of-community.html' title='A sense of community'/><author><name>Indigo Dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066579613002436009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVDh_gFxixgBYIfqo53jSSRGOEkPHAEE2A8di707rez8_oMepnn5C_Zyx760Gb0ZtxnpH4BH6y_t9I4fEMI0mp5ahHbZU2qaTx4b4ydEgyafT857EEZvwBmEil0ZPlGnk/s220/Picture0013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>