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Dearest)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>651</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/uiyp" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/uiyP" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/uiyp" /><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-216553829364093221.post-3417314730342078021</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Oct 2012 13:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-11T09:29:08.695-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">conflict transformation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ruminations</category><title>Conflict Transformation</title><atom:summary>
I recently took a test online via the USIP (US Institute for Peace) and the name of the test was "What is your conflict style?".  My top style/approach is "avoidance".  (private chuckle) Yup!  So ever since that test, I have been observing how I react in any conflict situation, big or small.  I have observed that my strongest tendency is to either avoid the situation with a 10-foot pole or try </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/Vu1dN9cjzlI/conflict-transformation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mummy Dearest)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/E3rwxZec7KQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/Vu1dN9cjzlI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifeinavalon.blogspot.com/2012/10/conflict-transformation.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/E3rwxZec7KQ/conflict-transformation.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216553829364093221.post-238918714964329543</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Sep 2012 14:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-11T10:49:57.579-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trust</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life lessons</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">renewal</category><title>Renewal.</title><atom:summary>





Renewal is: reclamation, rehabilitation, refilling, replacement, replenishment.  And what a gift it is to me.  I woke up this morning feeling renewed.  I had been feeling on edge for several days, vacillating between feelings of helplessness and anger, loneliness and confusion.  I am learning.  When I am in this place of overwhelm, the answer for me is that I am doing too much and have to </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/5O1agIiDxgE/renewal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mummy Dearest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOxwEm2ljzU/UE9N9B2wbQI/AAAAAAAABqY/QxXfmxPhJhg/s72-c/renewal.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/DdFby4nvSPU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/5O1agIiDxgE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifeinavalon.blogspot.com/2012/09/renewal.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/DdFby4nvSPU/renewal.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216553829364093221.post-1496100619304743662</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Sep 2012 01:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-10T21:26:41.194-04:00</atom:updated><title>Sitting alone.</title><atom:summary>






When life is heavy and hard to take, go off by yourself. Enter the silence. Bow in prayer. Don’t ask questions: Wait for hope to appear. Don’t run from trouble. Take it full-face. The “worst” is never the worst.

Why? Because God won’t ever walk out and fail to return. If he works severely, he also works tenderly. His stockpiles of loyal love are immense. He takes no pleasure in making </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/SCYLIVeMBP0/sitting-alone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mummy Dearest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XxQaPVcuwLI/UE6SGjHptyI/AAAAAAAABqE/WsV31HuPHKA/s72-c/BDSCN0420.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/llUiAMcwOW4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/SCYLIVeMBP0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifeinavalon.blogspot.com/2012/09/sitting-alone.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/llUiAMcwOW4/sitting-alone.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216553829364093221.post-1597099626536005310</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Sep 2012 01:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-10T21:16:06.207-04:00</atom:updated><title>Just put it down.</title><atom:summary>
I wish I could get bored of Facebook, of coffee, of chewing my nails, and of staying up late into the night.  I'd also like to get bored of fear, of grief for things I cannot change, and of feeling under pressure, as if my head is going to explode.  What, I wonder, would I pick up if I could put all those things down?

I cover my face with my hands several times a day and I breathe, sigh deeply.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/SkBJ0Kvir48/just-put-it-down.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mummy Dearest)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/yTJwkeLCDM0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/SkBJ0Kvir48" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifeinavalon.blogspot.com/2012/09/just-put-it-down.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/yTJwkeLCDM0/just-put-it-down.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216553829364093221.post-8181860802941159020</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jul 2012 22:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-07-20T18:12:17.437-04:00</atom:updated><title>Roadtrip time 8-)</title><atom:summary>


http://www.nickomargolies.com/big/2009/12/road-trip-sunset/


2 more weeks and we'll be hitting the road for some much-needed vacation time in the Northeast!</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/HrxqNndiWQ4/roadtrip-time-8.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mummy Dearest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aw7BZeA214A/UAnXXJmX5oI/AAAAAAAABps/G7WYvpuV7iI/s72-c/roadtrip-sunset.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/dslXdU1jOPo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/HrxqNndiWQ4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifeinavalon.blogspot.com/2012/07/roadtrip-time-8.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/dslXdU1jOPo/roadtrip-time-8.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216553829364093221.post-1042697762143563573</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jul 2012 02:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-07-16T22:59:06.955-04:00</atom:updated><title>End of a chapter.</title><atom:summary>
It's the end of another chapter for our little family.  A year ago we moved to North Carolina with the hopes of living in community and because of the much lower cost of living down here than in the Northeast.  A long, challenging, and -- in the end, upon reflection I think -- worthwhile and fruitful year, has come to a close.  As life is wont to do, a new door has opened and we are about to </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/wh8UDoSmbkM/end-of-chapter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mummy Dearest)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/L2GIMnIBdoU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/wh8UDoSmbkM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifeinavalon.blogspot.com/2012/07/end-of-chapter.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/L2GIMnIBdoU/end-of-chapter.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216553829364093221.post-4118598209959322761</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 May 2012 14:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-20T10:49:37.809-04:00</atom:updated><title>Coffee with God</title><atom:summary>





"Do not make prayer a monologue, make it a conversation" - anonymous 



It is a sunny Sunday morning and the coffee is hot.  I have not been part of a church community for the past year, and that is OK.  I tend to be self-reliant and Sunday's are still a sacred day for me; I create my own church wherever I go.  This morning in particular, I have started the conversation with God already.  </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/ZTAzBZ75ivs/coffee-with-god.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mummy Dearest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z1CLvwFNObE/T7kB4xD2DTI/AAAAAAAABos/hsMT9J5GtM8/s72-c/baby+pink.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/XyIsXuAB9nw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/ZTAzBZ75ivs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifeinavalon.blogspot.com/2012/05/coffee-with-god.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/XyIsXuAB9nw/coffee-with-god.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216553829364093221.post-5951891754259794873</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2012 00:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-06T20:07:21.050-04:00</atom:updated><title>Red letter day</title><atom:summary>
Friday, May 4th was a Red Letter day in our small household.  It was the first day of being credit card debt FREE in who knows how long.  We did a little happy dance, gave each other hugs and high fives, and took a screenshot of the $0.00 balance on the credit card website.


Next step will be to quietly place those credit cards in a drawer and get them only for emergency situations (we're </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/N1ij6Z976xY/red-letter-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mummy Dearest)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/Y9ujpdFI3VY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/N1ij6Z976xY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifeinavalon.blogspot.com/2012/05/red-letter-day.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/Y9ujpdFI3VY/red-letter-day.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216553829364093221.post-6874608094937369869</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2012 17:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-01T13:22:40.060-04:00</atom:updated><title>Multitudes of beauty and mystery</title><atom:summary>
I stood in the grainy sand this morning, facing the Atlantic Ocean, the waves crashing into the beach and my feet sinking into the foamy surf, and I looked out against the impossible distance to the horizon.  Synchronized flocks of pelicans glided here and there, undulating and cruising through the air above the waves.  My smallness and the oceans power drew me out and into deeper thought.

I </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/rpscFEu5PdY/multitudes-of-beauty-and-mystery.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mummy Dearest)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/pcwPzZiVW5I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/rpscFEu5PdY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifeinavalon.blogspot.com/2012/05/multitudes-of-beauty-and-mystery.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/pcwPzZiVW5I/multitudes-of-beauty-and-mystery.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216553829364093221.post-8005077543243771175</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Mar 2012 02:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-16T22:03:49.558-04:00</atom:updated><title>Missing home</title><atom:summary>
We're all missing home a bit now that we have been living in the South 9 months and have gone through the excitement, letdown, culture shock, and adjustment to living in a totally new place surrounded by new people and customs. 

There's nothing like being totally out of your element to make one grateful for the friends, family, and places that make you feel like you belong, that remind you that</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/VebLcuiQ3yE/missing-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mummy Dearest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KH0owz-noJA/T2Pw2b04qnI/AAAAAAAABg4/_jSiT4Q_5uY/s72-c/home1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/juVknCYxcwY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/VebLcuiQ3yE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifeinavalon.blogspot.com/2012/03/missing-home.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/juVknCYxcwY/missing-home.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216553829364093221.post-4705912490726251496</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Jan 2012 13:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-19T08:12:56.313-05:00</atom:updated><title>Checking in with myself</title><atom:summary>
In my last post, I put up 4 new wishes.  I have made progress on a few!  Here's the what-what:

1) I wish to lose those 30 lbs once and for all and maintain a fit, healthy lifestyle.
       - On my way on this wish!  I have been running and eating smaller portions for maybe 4 weeks now.  Am 8 pounds down!  Once I get to my first goal weight, I am going to celebrate by buying these boots.
2) I </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/LZzYjGgdheE/checking-in-with-myself.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mummy Dearest)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/Wjlyv6GtAUk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/LZzYjGgdheE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifeinavalon.blogspot.com/2012/01/checking-in-with-myself.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/Wjlyv6GtAUk/checking-in-with-myself.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216553829364093221.post-2373035997484418053</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 18:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-01T13:44:37.833-05:00</atom:updated><title>Wishes</title><atom:summary>
It's 2012 and I want to make some random wishes.  I never want to forget my passions and even if they don't fit into my life right now, I don't want to forget these totally crazy dreams that excite me for different reasons:

1) I wish to lose those 30 lbs once and for all and maintain a fit, healthy lifestyle.

2) I wish to be a NOLS instructor.

3) I wish to get a Master's degree.  In... </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/wmQreVdrYiM/wishes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mummy Dearest)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/oUc_W9bj43c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/wmQreVdrYiM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifeinavalon.blogspot.com/2012/01/wishes.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/oUc_W9bj43c/wishes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216553829364093221.post-6680588933694747152</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Dec 2011 04:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-25T23:22:10.599-05:00</atom:updated><title>Let the joy in!</title><atom:summary>


Winter Sunrise on a farm in Iowa (photo credit)

The season of Advent drew to a close last week.  With its ending, we leave behind the darkness, the contemplation, the reflection, and the waiting.  And now, whether we are ready or not, what we have been anticipating for 4 weeks has arrived.  A message and a messenger have come to us, holding a candle of light, a reminder.  The child of Mary, </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/UHW0WSU0xK0/let-joy-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mummy Dearest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XHJPSzxBbEA/Tvfu0T3KJnI/AAAAAAAABgc/R9V3y2QNTJg/s72-c/winter+sun.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/glB7YVoJhUM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/UHW0WSU0xK0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifeinavalon.blogspot.com/2011/12/let-joy-in.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/glB7YVoJhUM/let-joy-in.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216553829364093221.post-5664339239565497387</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2011 20:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-18T15:01:56.205-05:00</atom:updated><title>On this fourth Sunday of Advent: imagining Mary.</title><atom:summary>


The Annunciation by Henry Ossawa Tanner

 I imagine Mary after the angel Gabriel left her.  After he made his declaration to her and then left her there, alone.  Her life was changed so completely and without her own forethought or control.   She must have sat there, deep in thought, knowing that once she moved she would be taking the first steps towards this great undertaking.  I imagine that</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/mIm1kGyTnJw/on-this-fourth-sunday-of-advent.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mummy Dearest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C_VOwkmFLf0/Tu5EIsWQhXI/AAAAAAAABgM/JRMUhnZ1a-Q/s72-c/Henry_Ossawa_Tanner_-_The_Annunciation-2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/rvIREw1EvUU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/mIm1kGyTnJw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifeinavalon.blogspot.com/2011/12/on-this-fourth-sunday-of-advent.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/rvIREw1EvUU/on-this-fourth-sunday-of-advent.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216553829364093221.post-696189246020377617</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2011 23:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-23T19:11:35.434-04:00</atom:updated><title>Ladysmith Black Mambazo is coming to North Carolina in February!  Hoping to take my kids and husband for a great concert!</title><atom:summary /><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/CXah3w9dEE0/ladysmith-black-mambazo-is-coming-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mummy Dearest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/uiB6vT5HT3U/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/PZCR8-3ard4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/CXah3w9dEE0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifeinavalon.blogspot.com/2011/10/ladysmith-black-mambazo-is-coming-to.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/PZCR8-3ard4/ladysmith-black-mambazo-is-coming-to.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216553829364093221.post-5916494647705024848</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Oct 2011 18:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-11T14:13:46.608-04:00</atom:updated><title>Rumi the genius</title><atom:summary>


Rumi once sat down and wrote:

“The way of love is not 
a subtle argument. 

The door there 
is devastation. 

Birds make great sky-circles 
of their freedom. 
How do they learn it? 

They fall, and falling, 
they're given wings.” 

― Rumi 
</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/RispwGhULeY/rumi-saves-day-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mummy Dearest)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/zuGVrLngyu0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/RispwGhULeY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifeinavalon.blogspot.com/2011/10/rumi-saves-day-again.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/zuGVrLngyu0/rumi-saves-day-again.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216553829364093221.post-5970721907211595500</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Sep 2011 17:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-21T13:24:46.705-04:00</atom:updated><title>Hard Times Come Again No More - Stephen Foster (as performed by James Taylor and Yo-Yo Ma)</title><atom:summary /><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/hZ7sd8Wz8DU/hard-times-come-again-no-more-stephen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mummy Dearest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/pyV60kTvEFE/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/NF2JNg4ZHRQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/hZ7sd8Wz8DU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifeinavalon.blogspot.com/2011/09/hard-times-come-again-no-more-stephen.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/NF2JNg4ZHRQ/hard-times-come-again-no-more-stephen.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216553829364093221.post-5459296180377645222</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Sep 2011 17:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-08T13:58:50.191-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">quote</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">meditation</category><title>My meditation today...</title><atom:summary>

"Empty yourself and let the universe fill you" 

-- the note attached to the string on my tea bag



Nebula as taken by Hubble Space Telescope


</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/8LcHz0yxrmk/my-meditation-today.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mummy Dearest)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/PS0K84WoRF4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/8LcHz0yxrmk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifeinavalon.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-meditation-today.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/PS0K84WoRF4/my-meditation-today.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216553829364093221.post-1493574269365239078</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Aug 2011 13:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-25T09:09:40.784-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">transition</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">prayer</category><title>A prayer</title><atom:summary>God, forgive me for the many times when I only look but do not see. Grant me grace today to really see and to move toward another person in kindness. Amen.
Coming up for air here...  It has been about a week since our son started school down in NC -- a brand new charter school, replete with uniforms, codes of conduct, and high expectations.  On top of our move, and all the transitioning therein, </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/dIBJVuwVAME/prayer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mummy Dearest)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/ISEpKVjqqes" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/dIBJVuwVAME" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifeinavalon.blogspot.com/2011/08/prayer.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/ISEpKVjqqes/prayer.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216553829364093221.post-4023696260358105408</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Aug 2011 03:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-03T23:56:23.114-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">a list</category><title>A list of 10 thoughts</title><atom:summary>I don't have much energy to put my thoughts into a post.  But I have energy for a list. A list I can do, especially in this 100 degree North Carolina heat!

1. We've moved.  It's been almost a month since we left the sweet embrace of the wooded western Massachusetts nook we called home for the past 6 years. 

2. North Carolina is hot.  And humid. 

3. North Carolina is also beautiful and </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/bIE8QpieYFI/list-of-10-thoughts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mummy Dearest)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/GHWJEVSetsU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/bIE8QpieYFI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifeinavalon.blogspot.com/2011/08/list-of-10-thoughts.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/GHWJEVSetsU/list-of-10-thoughts.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216553829364093221.post-9094440055872983</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2011 17:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-11T13:38:37.588-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the south</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">moving</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">settling in</category><title>It's hot, so give me some sweet tea!</title><atom:summary>It's been over a week since we moved almost 1,000 miles south -- from Massachusetts to North Carolina.  The US is such a HUGE country.  Anywhere else (except maybe Canada or Russia or Australia) and this type of distance would have required passports.

Despite still being in the US, the South feels (and for all intents is) like a different country.  They speak differently here (some with accents </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/3zAdUWu5c5g/its-hot-so-give-me-some-sweet-tea.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mummy Dearest)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/KvXLC1JgWHQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/3zAdUWu5c5g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifeinavalon.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-hot-so-give-me-some-sweet-tea.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/KvXLC1JgWHQ/its-hot-so-give-me-some-sweet-tea.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216553829364093221.post-3907569743340212719</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jul 2011 15:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-07T11:50:08.032-04:00</atom:updated><title /><atom:summary>

The Swiss Alps
Every now and then a man's mind is stretched by a new idea or sensation, and never shrinks back to its former dimensions. After looking at the Alps, I felt that my mind had been stretched beyond the limits of its elasticity, and fitted so loosely on my old ideas of space that I had to spread these to fit it.  -- Oliver Wendall Holmes</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/8uaByG-Qrsw/swiss-alps-every-now-and-then-mans-mind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mummy Dearest)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/FHEBsTeVkgg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/8uaByG-Qrsw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifeinavalon.blogspot.com/2011/07/swiss-alps-every-now-and-then-mans-mind.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/FHEBsTeVkgg/swiss-alps-every-now-and-then-mans-mind.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216553829364093221.post-3682179820621271085</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Jun 2011 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-24T11:00:53.992-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rilke</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poems</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">found wisdom</category><title>Sharing a beautiful poem with you, by Rilke.</title><atom:summary>God Speaks to Each of Us

God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.


These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.


Flare up like flame
and make big shadows I can move in.


Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.


Don’t let yourself </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/7ftiPF9RK18/sharing-beautiful-poem-with-you-by.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mummy Dearest)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/2aejfcJFS8g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/7ftiPF9RK18" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifeinavalon.blogspot.com/2011/06/sharing-beautiful-poem-with-you-by.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/2aejfcJFS8g/sharing-beautiful-poem-with-you-by.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216553829364093221.post-3095461394879005384</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Jun 2011 19:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-22T15:03:14.959-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">moving</category><title>On our way...</title><atom:summary>

The Great Smoky Mountains

The time is drawing near for us to be on our way to a most gorgeous corner of the United States:  western North Carolina!  Just about a week and we'll be hauling all of our carefully sorted and packed belongings onto a huge moving truck.  
Western North Carolina is home to the Great Smoky National Park, a portion of the Blue Ridge Parkway, a whole boatload of food and</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/-bfYhWDC-GY/on-our-way.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mummy Dearest)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/wnuSu4s2RN4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/-bfYhWDC-GY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifeinavalon.blogspot.com/2011/06/on-our-way.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/wnuSu4s2RN4/on-our-way.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216553829364093221.post-4003209971931604087</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jun 2011 15:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-17T11:47:22.841-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">YouTube</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parenting</category><title>Interesting video on mother-baby interactions and knowing when to "follow your child", give them space, and help build trust.</title><atom:summary>

I find this clip reminds me of the Maria Montessori axiom:  "Follow the Child".  So often as parents, we come to our children with an expectation of behavior.  Especially when we are stressed or upset or rushed, we can overlook the reactions, emotions, and cues our children send us.

The message:  slow down, slow down, slow down.  Listen, watch, and respect your child.  It will build trust and </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/Vub91tAMOaM/interesting-video-on-mother-baby.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mummy Dearest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/G1g6ecQiw5I/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/wCMOudeNix8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~4/Vub91tAMOaM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifeinavalon.blogspot.com/2011/06/interesting-video-on-mother-baby.html</feedburner:origLink><feedburner:origLink>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uiyP/~3/wCMOudeNix8/interesting-video-on-mother-baby.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>
