<?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/opensearch/1.1/' 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' gd:etag='W/&quot;DkUHQHo7eip7ImA9WhNaE0g.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419646437598199267</id><updated>2013-01-28T01:23:51.402-05:00</updated><title>LOVE INJECTION 99</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michele Madison</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/118200164887237323180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GRhxAhV7ijM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/bznYfBqbKKU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkUHQHo6eCp7ImA9WhNaE0g.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419646437598199267.post-4878795530051426257</id><published>2013-01-28T01:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-28T01:23:51.410-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2013-01-28T01:23:51.410-05:00</app:edited><title>Puzzle Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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I was putting a puzzle together with my daughter and began&amp;nbsp;thinking about how every piece&amp;nbsp;in the&amp;nbsp;puzzle is equally important. Though it's not an original thought, I began to liken us, people, &amp;nbsp;to the pieces in a puzzle.&amp;nbsp;They support each other in&amp;nbsp;completion of&amp;nbsp;the whole picture/puzzle. Every single piece in a puzzle is different from the others, though they may seem similar , they are individually unique... I know that this observation has been made before, as previously noted, it just became more&amp;nbsp;evident to me at this point for some reason. I think everyone has a divine role. I subscribe to the thought that all things are connected, like the pieces of a puzzle. I feel we are all connected to the all, the all in this point, being the puzzle, i.e. the universe.&amp;nbsp; We&amp;nbsp;as a whole contribute to the&amp;nbsp;all/universe. We all play our part and each part is just as important as the next. No one is better than, more important than the next and no one is certainly less than the next. Everything and everyone has a place perfectly divine in this perfectly divine world......Breathe in 1,2,3 breathe out....it is all in how you look at situations and it really is that simple. &amp;nbsp;You probably already know this but how often to really live your life with this thought in mind. I strive to be the example i want to see. ........I feel these words in my core being, "that no one holds more weight than anyone else all of us are valuable". &amp;nbsp;Once we grasp and digest that fact and begin to respect that fact we can come to balance as a whole. We can began to respect, love and honor one another. We will then want for others that which we want for self with the understanding that what we all want at our essence is the same, "Love". &lt;br /&gt;
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Love Injectress</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/feeds/4878795530051426257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2013/01/puzzle-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/4878795530051426257?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/4878795530051426257?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2013/01/puzzle-perfect.html' title='Puzzle Perfect'/><author><name>Michele Madison</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/118200164887237323180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GRhxAhV7ijM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/bznYfBqbKKU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkIDQn89fCp7ImA9WhNaEkw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419646437598199267.post-2194301554895323803</id><published>2013-01-26T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-26T10:36:13.164-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2013-01-26T10:36:13.164-05:00</app:edited><title>Good is Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I really think it would do us justice if we focused on how much good we do have in our lives. We really need to revisit and think about how often we focus on everything else but the good. The only reason i have anything to say about this is to inspire&amp;nbsp;you, me,&amp;nbsp;us to&amp;nbsp;focus on good. Just think if we gave all of our attention to the good in you, me, everyday people and the good that we all do. Where we pay our attention to says everything and makes a difference how life feels and moves. What kind of world would you think we would be creating? Could that be so bad. ......... ok, Realistically everything isn't always rosey, right. I get it! I'm just saying&amp;nbsp;what's the point of&amp;nbsp;indulging, basking and living&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;an energy&amp;nbsp;of discomfort......... self torture,&amp;nbsp; yikes! I suggest&amp;nbsp;lets not give it so much energy, so much press, that is the not so good aspects of life, understand me.&amp;nbsp; Choosing to focus energy on the good in your life, you most certainly have less time to pout, complain, whine and talk about what you don't have or like. That in it self changes you, how you feel, how you move in life and what you create in life.Your future is actually brighter than you think, it's just how you think, that makes the difference. You create your reality by what you think, so think about what you're thinking about. If you decidedly focused on the good in you and the people around you, again you don't get into slander, hating and or judgement, ok maybe you do a little bit, ijs..lol. I'm almost quite sure that your relationships will be more fulfilling in general.&lt;br /&gt;
News flash,&amp;nbsp; we really, as a whole, do so&amp;nbsp;much more good than we do anything else in this&amp;nbsp;world&amp;nbsp;and we get or don't need accolades or awards. It's never reported on the news to the degree that we do. We don't boast or brag about it and who would dare even to mention it on&amp;nbsp;a resume. Good is Good, embracing the good in you as well as others can only add to your life and add to the world, thus creating a better reality for us all. Focusing on the good expresses itself as love. Which is all we really are. &amp;nbsp;Focus on the good, you do gooder you. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/feeds/2194301554895323803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2013/01/good-is-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/2194301554895323803?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/2194301554895323803?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2013/01/good-is-good.html' title='Good is Good'/><author><name>Michele Madison</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/118200164887237323180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GRhxAhV7ijM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/bznYfBqbKKU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkUHSHczfip7ImA9WhNbE0Q.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419646437598199267.post-1433200355890414636</id><published>2011-10-10T19:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-01-16T22:43:59.986-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2013-01-16T22:43:59.986-05:00</app:edited><title>In Theory</title><content type='html'>Wouldn't it be nice to be able to share the true genuine you with the one you love. No shame, no guilty and no fear about being you because you are totally free to be, to express and still you are loved and adored. Free to share all aspects of you, the&amp;nbsp;good, the&amp;nbsp;bad&amp;nbsp;and the ugly. No Excuses for being you, ever.&amp;nbsp;Simply said, free to talk about EVERYTHING period.&amp;nbsp;Living life awake, fully present in the moment and completely open. A grown up relationship, basically. Picture that! How refreshing that feels just thinking about it. The concept ain't nothing new, "In theory". That's the primary reason why we get in a relationship, right? to share your life. I'm just saying.............but what I've noticed is that most hide parts of their person and their thoughts from their lover, like they are in a relationship with the CIA. Ummmmm, No thank you........&lt;br /&gt;
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The only real way to have a relationship is to really communicate. That's the good stuff. Not just talk but to be heard, understood and felt. The goal isn't just about listening or hearing but wanting to know what the other is wanting you to get from the conversation.You see me and I see you. Feel me.......&lt;br /&gt;
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The Love Injectress</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/feeds/1433200355890414636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-theory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/1433200355890414636?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/1433200355890414636?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-theory.html' title='In Theory'/><author><name>Michele Madison</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/118200164887237323180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GRhxAhV7ijM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/bznYfBqbKKU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0QESXg_cCp7ImA9WhdRGUg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419646437598199267.post-6878112583040417086</id><published>2011-08-04T20:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T01:48:28.648-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-10T01:48:28.648-04:00</app:edited><title>Didn't Mean to Scare You</title><content type='html'>Excuse me sweetheart, I didn't mean to scare you. Please forgive me if i did.&lt;br /&gt;
I only meant to love you, to honor you, to adore you, to respect you, to appreciate you and shower you with affection.&lt;br /&gt;
Did you think i didn't mean it, when I said those famous words to you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Did you think I was like all the others before, only playing with words to confuse and eventually abuse, by insulting your intellect, which then leads the ultimate character assault.....&amp;nbsp; DISRESPECT.&lt;br /&gt;
Was it just to surreal to be true, so uncommon for someone not to bring you the blues.&lt;br /&gt;
You questioned, that I genuinely loved you.&lt;br /&gt;
Was it that you hadn't seen love before that you didn't recognize it when it walked up to your hearts door.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;There was nothing I said that I didn't mean and I understand that it seemed like a dream. &lt;br /&gt;
Trust my dearest love one I never meant you any harm. I didn't mean to Scare you only to truly Love you.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/feeds/6878112583040417086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2011/08/didnt-mean-to-scare-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/6878112583040417086?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/6878112583040417086?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2011/08/didnt-mean-to-scare-you.html' title='Didn&apos;t Mean to Scare You'/><author><name>Michele Madison</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/118200164887237323180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GRhxAhV7ijM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/bznYfBqbKKU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkYFSH09fSp7ImA9Wx9UF00.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419646437598199267.post-8127161691891943549</id><published>2011-02-13T01:37:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T11:15:19.365-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-14T11:15:19.365-05:00</app:edited><title>U R a StaR</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes in life you meet a STAR. How does one identify who they are. They shine brighter than anything you've ever seen. They feel more than right than your perfect fitting blue jeans. The passion, between you and the star, burns hotter than you've ever known thus far. It's hard to see clear in their presence and due to that fact alone, confusion is almost always near and prone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Their brilliance often over shadows everything and eventually all that ever was burns out, in a questionable manner.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Last but not least, a Star don't last in your life for long, their presence is a fleeting one and their departure is certainly unbeknown.&amp;nbsp; The Star that graced my life was unlike any other because when it was time for it to go it took my heart with it. I wasn't prepared for that. It wasn't like a thief in the night or anything because I watched My Star leave. No problem right..... Crazy thing, as I watched My Star leave there was a soft sweet almost palatable aroma that breezed by. Day began to turn to night. I began to get cold. I began to ache. It became hard for me to breathe. I could hear this faint ripping noise, that seemed to come from inside, that was getting louder in my head. Before i was even aware of what was happening, it Happened. OUCH.......Star disappeared and to my surprise my heart did to. Who Knew, I didn't..... I didn't know they were so attached. Instantly, I needed covering. I felt vulnerable, empty and yearned for some Mothering. Wow!!!.... I was literally speechless. I wanted to scream and erase that moment, hoping for a rewind or to simply disown it. I'm now left with emotions to do nothing with, no words to describe them and no place to put them.&amp;nbsp; OMG, do u get it! where my heart was is dripping. I'm just wandering, in the dark, it seems and I can only attribute it to the once well lite heart, of the Star, that I dwell in delightfully, has moved so far. It's like i'm on the cold dark side of the moon, dazed and desolated. Left with my thoughts, questions and memories of the flame that truly never faded.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luckily, though in a state of disbelief, I can see the beauty in what I shared with My Star. Through my tears, my short moments of sadness and near over whelming desires to see My Star, I smile. There's so much to smile and feel good about. So many beautiful memories of moments that could never be again with anyone. I'm grateful that My Star chose me to share a Star experience.&amp;nbsp; I'm must remind myself not to tell too much, to just "Be Quiet". What we shared was ours to share. No regret, No anger and No judgement....... I played my part. I freely gave my heart. I was willing to go all in, accepting the rewards and consequences in the end. As for my heart, turns out it was only a piece of my heart that left with My Star.&amp;nbsp; Maybe one day My Star will journey back this way.&amp;nbsp; Since a piece of my heart is firmly attached, it should be easy for My Star to find it's way back..................... to me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michelle Madison&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/feeds/8127161691891943549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2011/02/u-r-star.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/8127161691891943549?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/8127161691891943549?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2011/02/u-r-star.html' title='U R a StaR'/><author><name>Michele Madison</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/118200164887237323180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GRhxAhV7ijM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/bznYfBqbKKU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CE8DR3Y9eCp7ImA9Wx9WFE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419646437598199267.post-3705594520591242058</id><published>2011-01-19T05:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T05:27:56.860-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-19T05:27:56.860-05:00</app:edited><title>Decisions, Decision......</title><content type='html'>I co-host a internet radio show, The S Planet "Ms. Angel Eyes Show that we do live every Wednesday at 8pm on blog talk radio. The actual web address is www.blogtalkradio.com/thesplanet .... This weeks show is a follow up to last week show, it's a part II because we had such a interesting show and we didn't finish it. That show has got me thinking and as well as a few other things have transpired since the show about the decision. Deciding when to leave a relationship. Well Tina Turner said it best when she sang "WHAT'S LOVE GOT TO DO WIT IT". I decided to leave my current relationship,which was polygamist, because it is the right thing to do. I'm not happy. I don't wanna have to separate but it's just the best thing for "ME" to do. I'm actually in love and love them both very much and the pain of separation is actually hurting me more than i would honestly like to say though it is. I have to make the right decision for me. As i write this blog at 4 am in the morning it is clear that i am disturb by the reality of my current situation. The tears, the heartache, the sleepless nights, the semi depressive state of mind and separation anxiety makes me wanna mend my relationship however i know with in the depths of my heart, soul and mind that i shouldn't and can't because leaving is the right thing to do for "ME". The short of it is that we have a different outlook for our relationship and no matter how long i stay in it the core of our issues won't change. So though I love them, i have to leave them for my own peace of mind. I do and will always love them. I have some wonderful memories of what was good and don't won't the possible memories of the bad times to over shadow them. Peace to my family i will never never ever forget you two. I choose to leave now and love has nothing to do with it!!!!!!! I will miss ya'll, hell i already do..&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, I recently had a conversation with a friend about open relationship which led me to think about the source of the problem people might have with open relationship, as i see it.&amp;nbsp; She felt that people really just didn't want an open relationship because when you think of relationship, it's a me and you thing. Basically what she thinks, if it's me and you why do we need to go outside of the relationship and or even why have a relationship, if someone wants to engage on any level with someone else. I could see her point, however the percentage of people that entertain relationships outside of their "relationship" is ridiculous. So, i questioned that fact and surmised, in my own head, that it's a possession issue. No one really wants to share their lover with anyone else. Maybe it's just me, maybe i'm the only one that has shifted from the traditional monogamy paradigm.....Note, that hasn't really been working the way it was structured or sold to us.........so my perspective is a little skewed. As I see it, i reiterate, most people don't have a problem with open relationships, they just don't wanna share their boy/girl friend for a fear that hell i don't know, i don't know ummmmm.......or maybe it's as simple as it's "my toy" and no one plays with 'my toy" cause it's belongs to Me,lol and then again i don't know anything of this for certain. What I do know folks are participating or entertaining on some level friendships with benefits with people outside of their relationship. They usually do this under the radar, unbenounced to their boy/girl friend. I think if most could have their cake and ice cream they would and i think they do as long as they think they can get away it. The thought of sharing "Their Partner" is out of the question. Most would say,No Way! Thus a open relationship has to come off the table, if it was ever an consideration. To add to the problem before it really becomes a problem, the person that brings this topic up gets caught in the b.s. or becomes accused of playing outside the relationship simply because they brought it up.&lt;br /&gt;
Monogamous traditional styled relationships tends to lend one to a life of half truths,lol if that's possible....lies and omissions on many level and about a host of things. I'm not suggesting that this is a fact for everyone that's in a monogamous relationship, i'm just saying........... Ask yourself, those of you in a traditional relationship;Can you really share what you are feeling just for the sake of sharing your feeling with your boy/girl friend? Does your boy/girl friend really know you? What would your boy/girl friend think or say about some of the thoughts you may have that you having been holding in due to fear of what they might say?&lt;br /&gt;
I'm really ready for people to keep it one hundred about how they feel and share with their boy/girl friend in way a that shatters the fear of losing that person to another. Share, in a way that removes the lies and distrust. A relationship where couple are&amp;nbsp; truly intimate and their bond is deeper and about more&amp;nbsp; than the attachment. A mature relationships where people can respectfully and effectively communicate. A realistic relationships where your relationship is about ya'll and not what anyone thinks it should be about. An open and honest shared relationship where the connection is out of this World, much like the fairy tale you've been sold. Let's release the insecurity, jealousy, anger, possession, control, judgement, self judgement and fear with 2010 and go into 2011with a broader perspective.&lt;br /&gt;
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Michelle Madison&lt;br /&gt;
JUS LOVE</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/feeds/8618803814057354429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2011/01/truth-about-open-relationships.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/8618803814057354429?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/8618803814057354429?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2011/01/truth-about-open-relationships.html' title='The truth about Open Relationships'/><author><name>Michele Madison</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/118200164887237323180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GRhxAhV7ijM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/bznYfBqbKKU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C04AQ3s7fyp7ImA9Wx9QGUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419646437598199267.post-6738341273446381471</id><published>2011-01-02T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T10:25:42.507-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-02T10:25:42.507-05:00</app:edited><title>IF</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Random thoughts*)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If i could be so bold, i would live the dream that i dream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If i could be so fortunate to have the opportunity to just be, i would humble myself and just be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If i could have everything that my heart desired not because i deserved it but because i simple ask why wouldn't i ask&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If i knew life could be easy, why wouldn't i just let be easy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If life was easy, would you let it be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If life was really easy, would you believe it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If i knew life was a lie, would i live it anyway if i was happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If i felt happiness was found in the truth, would i seek it &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If in fact your reality is only your reality, should i trust it for me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If they are right, who ever they are, seriously does that mean your wrong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If it doesn't matter, then why are you tripping&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If i could have my cake and eat it too, without hurting anyone why wouldn't i, I mean seriously&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you knew that fear stood in between you and your destiny, would you move it or just be scared&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If someone showed you who they are would you believe them or make excuses for them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If love was free, would you accept it &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If love cost you nothing, would you still try to buy it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If someone offered you love no strings attached, would you be skeptical about that someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If love did cost what would you give for it.... your life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If life is worth living, why not live&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you are seeking change around you, change you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you held all the answers to what you wanted to know, would you trust that you knew them&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you had the answers the questions you've desired, what would you do with it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If in fact the universe is a whole then you are a part of the whole, what difference do you think your existence make&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you don't like the people around you, you don't like parts of you, YOU are what YOU attract&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you find the people around you to be negative, have you thought about the fact that you may be negative&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you don't like your surroundings, change you and your surrounding will change&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you want to be happy focus, on happy things&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you see yourself as a different person, then be the person you see&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you want to be a leader, don't surround you self with followers, lead by example and people will follow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If change is growth, then is one dying if they aren't changing &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you desire the most organic outcome, release expectations&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If i told you to expect less of me would, you still expect more from me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you held expectations for your life, what would you do if you fell short......... a cycle of frustration&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you expect nothing you gain everything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you move with the flow, you're likely to get where your going sooner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you knew the path you chose would be painful, would you still stay on path to reap the rewards &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
TO BE CONTINUED.................&lt;br /&gt;
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Michelle Madison&lt;br /&gt;
JUS LOVE</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/feeds/6738341273446381471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2011/01/if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/6738341273446381471?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/6738341273446381471?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2011/01/if.html' title='IF'/><author><name>Michele Madison</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/118200164887237323180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GRhxAhV7ijM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/bznYfBqbKKU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0ENRHw7fyp7ImA9Wx5UEUw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419646437598199267.post-8026197023448774479</id><published>2010-10-14T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T23:01:35.207-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-10-14T23:01:35.207-04:00</app:edited><title>It's what ever</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's What Ever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I haven't been blogging lately and though i want to and feel as if i should, i haven't. I guess i had some ummm more important things to do with my time then sharpen my writing skills, express what i'm feeling and share my world. Yeah, whatever Michelle, sure you have,lol.&amp;nbsp; So here it goes. I'm writing with nothing really to say. I've been gossiping more lately about others of course. It wouldn't be gossip if was about me or would it,lol........&amp;nbsp; But any who what's up with these dudes that allow women to take care of them, where's the pride in being a male, that sh*t is not sexy, for real though. I'm just saying........later for that b.s.&amp;nbsp; I guess the opposite of that question is; What's up with these women taking care of these grown ass dudes, what's really going on? Ladies your need/desire for control and power gone so far you have attracted a man that you can control. Maybe there is some penis envy in this equation, idk......Believe it or not he runs to you for authorization of his whole life,lol. Ladies, ladies, ladies ya making it hard for us women, who prefer men to be men, men who thrive on the feeling of being a provider and that like to take of their women. I mean, the natural roles of man and woman are shifting and that's cool, i guess but how do we maintain balance if everything between man and women is becoming more and more gray. Are we as women losing our natural/innate feminine essence through this evolution? Are our men losing their natural/innate masculine desires in the process as well? I mean, I'm not saying that that is a bad thang..... i'm just saying. Balance is everything, feel me. I've always heard that a man gets his motivation to excel, to achieve greatness, get money and mo money from the need to provide for his family. Ladies if your income exceeds your man, Great! however he is still a man. Allow him to be a man and provide, be your rock, take responsibility for your home. Of course by all mean use your feminine wise, your softness, your love&amp;nbsp; and woo him into having your way. There's no competition ever, all situations can be a win win. I'm sure you can come up with something, *wink wink*, be creative.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mz. MadiSun</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/feeds/8026197023448774479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-what-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/8026197023448774479?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/8026197023448774479?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-what-ever.html' title='It&apos;s what ever'/><author><name>Michele Madison</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/118200164887237323180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GRhxAhV7ijM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/bznYfBqbKKU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUAGRH07eyp7ImA9Wx5VEkQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419646437598199267.post-4235474587237459907</id><published>2010-10-05T12:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T12:55:25.303-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-10-05T12:55:25.303-04:00</app:edited><title>The Big Vent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZU5GN_vYE0/TKs_VAfxX9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/7Ktk9-KFVI0/s1600/Picture+12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZU5GN_vYE0/TKs_VAfxX9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/7Ktk9-KFVI0/s400/Picture+12.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;i style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm usually not one that really likes to vent so openly, usually it's among friends,lol.&amp;nbsp; It's whatever though, i feel like sharing in this way, today. So here goes, .......I'm really an open forth coming individual. I share me with those that are in my life. I trust, value and appreciate my close love ones because it's logical to me to able to be 110% real with those i surround myself. Otherwise why be around them if i can't give all of me. Cause "it's whatever"....... Really there's nothing to be afraid of&amp;nbsp; to me by being forth coming, it's freedom. I figure what's the worst thing that could happen .....you have information about me that i will admit to. Whoops there goes the power struggle, nothing to be held over my head. I'm not ashamed about who i am and what i do. Now&amp;nbsp; i am selective about who i let into my life, simply because everyone isn't a good fit for me. Now my issue at the moment is with people who claim to be open, free, it is what it is, go with the flow people that get all choked up and stifled but carry on as if they are not. Like i can't feel it, really........ Everything about them isn't so go with the flow "ish" all of a sudden. The vibe halts and the flow stop, now it isn't what it is anymore it's something else. It's feels more like control than anything and or maybe resistance. I really don't know, i'm not a psychologist or psychiatrist but what&amp;nbsp; i do know, a shift happens. May be we don't owe anyone anything however common consideration is a nice thing, though. So, when the shift happens, if you're really not feeling going into something or desire to change your position that's fine but why not share that. Why not just say you're not feeling going in a certain direction anymore or you're uncomfortable about the the current situation in reference to you. Share your concerns what's the worst thing that can happen.I'm more than willing to do that, i think it save time and energy. Otherwise it feels like a person isn't being sincere or lack of a better word, playing. I'm sure i have room for growth, maybe i should look at being more allowing, less judgmental, release the need to control how some else communicates and just be more loving in general. I'm a work in process and this is a journey.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/feeds/4235474587237459907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2010/10/big-vent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/4235474587237459907?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/4235474587237459907?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2010/10/big-vent.html' title='The Big Vent'/><author><name>Michele Madison</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/118200164887237323180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GRhxAhV7ijM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/bznYfBqbKKU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZU5GN_vYE0/TKs_VAfxX9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/7Ktk9-KFVI0/s72-c/Picture+12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkAGRnk9cSp7ImA9Wx5RFE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419646437598199267.post-2694394106292244873</id><published>2010-08-20T10:10:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T10:25:27.769-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-08-21T10:25:27.769-04:00</app:edited><title>In A Moment</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZU5GN_vYE0/TG6L3fnttBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kNmYwb249lI/s1600/baby+kaya.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZU5GN_vYE0/TG6L3fnttBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kNmYwb249lI/s320/baby+kaya.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; IN A MOMENT &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;A MOMENT CAN CHANGE YOU&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;A MOMENT CAN CHANGE YOUR LIFE&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;WE ALL BEGAN IN A MOMENT&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; LET ME SHARE MY EXPERIENCE WITH A MOMENT&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; MY EYES CROSSED PATH WITH A&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;CERTAIN YOUNG MAN and IN THAT MOMENT&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;OUR MOMENT BEGAN and&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;IN ANOTHER MOMENT&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;WE CO-CREATED WITH GOD&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;IN A MOMENT&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I BROUGHT FORTH LIFE&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;AND THAT MOMENT&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;MY LIFE CHANGED FOR THE ZILLIONTH TIME&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;A MOMENT AFTER&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I FELL IN LOVE&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;IN THAT MOMENT&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I BEGAN TO EXPERIENCE EUPHORIC FEELINGS&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;and PURE BLISS &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;THE PROCEEDING MOMENTS BROUGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;ME TO THIS MOMENT THREE YEARS&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;LATER&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;MY HEART FILLED WITH JOY&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;"MIKAYA"&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I WANT TO THANK YOU FOR CHOOSING ME&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;TO COME THROUGH ME&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;TO SHARE WITH ME, TO TEACH ME, TO EXPERIENCE&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;LIFE WITH ME&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I NOW REALIZE A MOMENT CAN BE SO MUCH MORE&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;THAN JUST A MOMENT&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;MOMENTS COUNT&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;TAKE A MOMENT TO THINK ABOUT THAT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*dedicated to Mikaya Michelle-Lee Stokes*</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/feeds/2694394106292244873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-moment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/2694394106292244873?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/2694394106292244873?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-moment.html' title='In A Moment'/><author><name>Michele Madison</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/118200164887237323180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GRhxAhV7ijM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/bznYfBqbKKU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZU5GN_vYE0/TG6L3fnttBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kNmYwb249lI/s72-c/baby+kaya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEQFSXg8eip7ImA9Wx5SGE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419646437598199267.post-482586717437080164</id><published>2010-08-14T18:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T18:51:58.672-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-08-14T18:51:58.672-04:00</app:edited><title>Be Quiet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZU5GN_vYE0/TGccc7m5STI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LaMbGnykQWY/s1600/b+quite+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="16" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="126" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZU5GN_vYE0/TGccc7m5STI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LaMbGnykQWY/s400/b+quite+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes it's better to just be quiet, to be silent. So much is gained in silence. What you maybe seeking is more often than not reveal when you are quiet. Vibration wise you are apt to receive more and clearer.Your very own voice is like white noise blocking your reception. So what you are seeking to know you can't receive. Everything is a vibration. In order to hear, feel, touch, smell or see a vibrational translation has to take place by your brain. So if you are sending out a vibration, talking, you can see how you can interfere with the reception of another vibration. They do happen simultaneously, i mean talking and hearing but being quiet, lets just say is more effective and efficient.&lt;br /&gt;
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When you are having a conversation with someone, you&amp;nbsp; get to hear everything that is being said and you get to feel everything that is not. Though it sometimes feels like you need to speak doesn't&amp;nbsp; necessarily mean that you should speak. You just might miss something important, while you're thinking to speak. The ear that you offer while listening gives the speaker the opportunity to hear just what they are saying. Those words to the speaker magnify and can allow he/she to gain a better sense of clarity for self sometime. The words that you are listening to really get to sink in and permeate your thought and possibly finds there place in your reality. If there was something you needed to take from what was being said, you heard it loud and clear uninterrupted. So much is revealed about you when you are quiet. If you are honest with yourself you will notice that you grow in a downstream fashion as a person when you are quiet.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/feeds/482586717437080164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2010/08/be-quite.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/482586717437080164?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/482586717437080164?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2010/08/be-quite.html' title='Be Quiet'/><author><name>Michele Madison</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/118200164887237323180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GRhxAhV7ijM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/bznYfBqbKKU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZU5GN_vYE0/TGccc7m5STI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LaMbGnykQWY/s72-c/b+quite+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEcFR3w9fSp7ImA9Wx5SEUw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419646437598199267.post-5099452582158359083</id><published>2010-08-06T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T13:33:36.265-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-08-06T13:33:36.265-04:00</app:edited><title>"Let Gooooooo"</title><content type='html'>I've been hearing more and more people saying "Let Go and Let God". All types of people, it's like the new hot thing to say... I'm just wondering, are you doing it? or Are you just talking to be heard. Do you really know what it really means to let go? Do you know how to let go or even how it feels? Are you really laying your burdens down, sort of speak. or are you....... like using that phrase cause it sounds good at the time. Come on, are you allowing the energy to flow or trying to tweak(control) it just a lil bit.  Are you releasing needs and wants to the Universe/Creator and leaving it up to the Universe/Creator to provide.&lt;br /&gt;
It sounds simple and like it's some thing easily done, but is it really? Trusting that your intentions,desires, needs, etc. will be delivered means that you really have to let go, step back out of the energy and allow the energy to flow thus allowing universe/creator to handle it. True enough it's simple but probably only to those who have gain a certain level of knowledge that allows them to trust what they know and their faith to the point, that they know what ever it is they are seeking, it will be delivered beyond a shadow of a doubt.Those who know this will secede. Questioning the gift is out of the question. Once evidence is seen, being able to let go happens more easily and freely with every submission. The Universe/Creator desires for you to have what you want. &lt;br /&gt;
Most of the time we worry and simply don't allow. Worrying signifies a lack of trust and fear that what you desire want be fulfilled. What generally happens as an example, take a child that's asking for something from his/her parent. The child repeatedly ask the parent for that desire mostly because he/she feels like the parent may not give it to he/she because may be he/she doesn't deserve it, he/she doesn't believe that it will be given even though the parent response, is will give it to you hold on, or that the parent forgot about what was asked because the child may feel that he/she isn't important. Ultimately fear is the reason that blocks the receipt of what is desired. If we were to put what we want into the universe by simply asking then allow and trust that the Universe/Creator knows the best way of acquiring it, we could get the results faster. Releasing control( which is absolutely necessary)of&amp;nbsp; how things flow and the particular details such as the whats and the whens we assist in the process. It's sort of like a child that knows his/her parent will do what is asked and patiently waits for it to be provided. The more that the child is shown that he/she can have what it desires, the more trusting and patient the child becomes,but the child must trust thus must be patient as well. However,we suffer from a condition, it is called "being human" and humans worry, control, fear and doubt. All of which go against letting go. So if you are really desiring to let go and let God, if I may suggest, you might wanna work on letting go of the other blockers first which will lead to you being able to love more and fear less. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/feeds/5099452582158359083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2010/08/let-gooooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/5099452582158359083?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/5099452582158359083?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2010/08/let-gooooooo.html' title='&quot;Let Gooooooo&quot;'/><author><name>Michele Madison</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/118200164887237323180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GRhxAhV7ijM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/bznYfBqbKKU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEEHSX87fSp7ImA9WxFaE08.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419646437598199267.post-4822252557592294621</id><published>2010-07-16T00:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T19:23:58.105-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-07-16T19:23:58.105-04:00</app:edited><title>MY WAY</title><content type='html'>IT IS MY WAY, PERIOD.......Nope, there &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; no way &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; be able to see another point of view on this particular issue. I do me. I'm the best qualified person to do so, I do believe. I don't harm or hurt anyone, i do not manipulate the will of another. I am responsible for me and i take full responsibility for me. I accept my rewards and or consequences for my action. I'm aware of the laws of the universal and i listen and strive to follow my intuition. I know MY right from wrong. My lifestyle works for me. My journey is just that, mine. I get to choose. I'm not asking anyone for permission to do anything that concerns only ME. I'm not asking for approval. Who does that?&amp;nbsp; I'm so grown, i call myself a grown ass &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;"&gt;mf'ing&lt;/span&gt; woman. My issue is that I have recently noticed that some of the people in my life feel as if they get to decide my life for me or at the least, that they know whats best for me. Whats crazy they sometimes get attitude if i don't do what they want, wow.&amp;nbsp; Last i checked, as i some what noted before this is MY Journey. It's my perspective that I'm here to experience life as i choose. Thus, my perception on this subject is that, It's really is all about me. Question is where did that concept I'm here to please someone other than me come from. When did it become a way of life that grown folks need permission from another adult any way or that someones know best for me outside of me. It's not that it's straight out stated,&amp;nbsp; it's &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;solicited. It is in the action and it's sort of an assumed position one takes and uses subtle ways of manipulating their will with judgment, which to me shows a lack of consideration and appreciation of the person that they are deciding to direct/help though no one asked for help.Their intentions maybe to help but most often they hinder in more ways than one because it's not their journey to direct, thus possibly taking one off their journey. Often this interference causes confusion. Not to mention, again nothing was requested. Some cases, the unrequested interference wont be appreciated, wont be viewed as info that could potentially help because most are not open to it. Also, some know their path . Some though will submit to the imposed as well as the self imposed pressure, that they feel, lack of knowledge of self allows this, which creates lost will and that's another topic.&lt;br /&gt;
I could understand in the case of children or minors, they do needs adults input more often than not,but adults. Woo woo, come on, Grown men and women? if I am correct not only do I have free will but every being as well. I mean.... really though,Why do so many people really feel as if they can tell another to do anything unasked. How presumptuous is that? Why take that position? Why would anyone feel that their way for them is the way for me or anyone else. How egotistical is that...........Get a life. Step back, redirect the mirror, and take a look at self. My beliefs is to not violate any ones will. It goes against the universal law to manipulate another will. I allow. Now please note,I wouldn't not have a problem with a suggestion/guidance, if i asked. That's the catch!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/feeds/4822252557592294621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/4822252557592294621?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/4822252557592294621?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-way.html' title='MY WAY'/><author><name>Michele Madison</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/118200164887237323180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GRhxAhV7ijM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/bznYfBqbKKU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C08DRHs-fSp7ImA9WxBXEEw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419646437598199267.post-4265836544031398985</id><published>2010-01-20T12:26:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T13:24:35.555-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-20T13:24:35.555-05:00</app:edited><title>Love and Attachment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Often we feel our actions are spurred from the love we feel but could it be that it's just attachment. Love and attachment are separate and have nothing to do with the other. If you love someone you will love them rather in a relationship or not, it's love.  Love has no parameters. I had a friend to share something with me maybe three years or more ago. I asked if he had ever been in love. He responded he didn't know if he had but he knew for sure that he had been attached. I thought..........mmmm, interesting. I had at this point in my life never heard such a response. He went on and explain that, he felt feelings of attachment led him to act in the way he did during the relationship and once he had separated from his ex. He was use to hearing her voice, seeing her and spending time with her. He missed that interaction with her more than her really. We are creatures of habit and their relationship was for lack of a better word had become "Habit". In attempt to "work it out" they would see each other from time to time but once they came together he would realized why they were ex and not current lovers. At that time, they truly weren't compatible and it was obvious. Neither of the two were up for expansion. There core issues were still there and no matter what they tried they soon returned to feelings of unhappiness. They weren't able to make the relationship work. I do think that by his definition of love he didn't love her and maybe she didn't either. They had to many rules in place to many "if you love me you would........" to allow love to flow. They were existing with each other close hearted. Basically living in fear of what the other would do if they let love flow in or out.  Love is always available though and you can choose to give and receive it. However it has truly nothing to with habit or behavior. Attachment, jealousy, anger, fear, hurt, sadness, frustration, control, pain, manipulation, etc................ those are words opposite of love, stagnating the full expression of our love . Most cases we love we just don't allow. Love isn't the reason you do or don't do something it's gonna be there regardless, you are the reason. Allow and I say strive to love without attachments  to certain outcomes.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jus Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Michelle Madison&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/feeds/4265836544031398985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-and-attachment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/4265836544031398985?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/4265836544031398985?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-and-attachment.html' title='Love and Attachment'/><author><name>Michele Madison</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/118200164887237323180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GRhxAhV7ijM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/bznYfBqbKKU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUINQHw5eSp7ImA9WxBQFEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419646437598199267.post-7632784875008620927</id><published>2010-01-12T12:30:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T00:39:51.221-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-14T00:39:51.221-05:00</app:edited><title>Is Selfish really jus Self Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I gotta talk about the words "selfish" and "self love" . I strongly feel that the word selfish is being overly abused, misused and treated so unfairly. It's been given a bad rep and being used as a tool for manipulation. I don't think there is anything wrong with being selfish(having self interest) because it's one in the same as love of self i.e. self love(having self interest). Let me explain my point of view. I think most of us don't truly operate from a place of self love and are almost afraid to. I recently had a conversation with a girlfriend of mine about self love. Which is why I'm now sharing with you. As I was saying, I was sharing with her that i had not be very loving to self for years. I'm a natural giver and I give tremendously, until there is no more to give. Through the years, what I was doing was not being fair to me, though. I thought about the sacrifices i had made opting to do for others and not myself, which led me to feelings of resentment towards love ones. I realize I gave more to them than I was giving to myself and then became bothered that they weren't doing the same. It was my fault, of course. I had a choice in the process. I could have choose differently. However, like most of us, I was raised with a sacrifice mentality. It's what you're suppose to do if you cared about someone. Looking at it a Lil more deeper the way my momma suggested, we're suppose to take from self(sacrifice)and give to someone else so that they are happy. In return you'll be happy because they are......mm mm, naw. Hind site, that's some b.s. I'm sorry it's straight b.s. I'm really not having a warm and fuzzy feeling, if I'm taking from me, imma just fake it and act humble towards the situation.I mean I'm jus saying. If I gave freely, then I'm happy. Moving on.......... the recipients of my lack of self love were being totally loving of self i.e. selfish and they weren't wrong. Once I realized that I truly lacked self love, I wanted to love me more. So, I began this self love journey.(I'm loving it!) See, I've often said "that I love me" but I had to question it. If I did love me would I have allow others or even myself to treat me wrongly or unfair. I wanted and still desire to feel what it really means to love me, when I say "I love me". I wanna feel it intrinsically. I made me first,right after the most high. I no longer make sacrifices for no one, period. If it takes away from me, which is a sacrifice, I'm not gonna be able to do it.....Sorry. I take care of me. I'm the only one who will make sure I'm getting what I deserve, what I need and what I want. I don't depend on some else to do the "Right Thing" for me, anymore. Give me "whats do" to me,that concept is dated and ridiculous.......HA! lol. Understand that I strive to do everything in a loving way. It's not acceptable for me to be malicious or spiteful ever. Now, if you ask of me and I am able to give or do whateva the case maybe, I will do and give generously without hesitation. Self love and selfish are interchangeable to me because i don't operate with ill intentions. When someone says to me, "you're selfish" i respond with "thank you, I'm glad you notice that i love me" :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm still on my journey loving me more everyday. I like the me I see in the mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Question: Are you selfish? Should you be? Self love is divine, it's a GREAT thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jus Love&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Madison&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/feeds/7632784875008620927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-selfish-really-jus-self-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/7632784875008620927?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/7632784875008620927?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-selfish-really-jus-self-love.html' title='Is Selfish really jus Self Love'/><author><name>Michele Madison</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/118200164887237323180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GRhxAhV7ijM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/bznYfBqbKKU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUEESHgyeip7ImA9WxBQEk8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419646437598199267.post-5624850039982887783</id><published>2010-01-11T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T11:33:29.692-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-11T11:33:29.692-05:00</app:edited><title>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of my,Jus Love, blog. Where do I begin? What is this blog about? Why am I blogging anyway? I suppose, telling a little something about me, would be an appropriate start and possibly answer some questions. This blogging thingy is something new for me, it's a new beginning, a new journey. I've come to blogging to share my thought with like minded individuals as well as the opened minded and anyone that would like to journey with me. I often share with my friends and family my opinions in hope to offer a solution and/or guidance in a particular situation, but only when asked. I'm not the be all, I don't claim to know everything and hell, I don't have really any answers. More than likely "YOU" already  have the answer, If you know what I mean. What I do know is that i wish to share my past, present and future journey with all in hopes to help love ones. Follow me.........you, are my love ones, everyone that reads my blog and further more all that exist in this universe. See what I have come to understand that there really is no you and me. We are not separate, we are all apart of the oneness. There is only one, so what I do, say and think ultimately affect you and vice versa. I am my brother/sister keeper and i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desire to add more love and light to all. I desire to focus on the positive, to uplift and motivate. I am forever expanding and evolving . I am constantly seeking new ways and paths to obtain more peace and harmony. I live in the moment as much as i can understanding that is all that really matter on a certain level.........I offer love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jus Love&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Madison</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/feeds/5624850039982887783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-beginnings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/5624850039982887783?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/5624850039982887783?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>Michele Madison</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/118200164887237323180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GRhxAhV7ijM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/bznYfBqbKKU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0QBQH0zfyp7ImA9WxBQEko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419646437598199267.post-3884813627094606328</id><published>2010-01-11T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T00:49:11.387-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-12T00:49:11.387-05:00</app:edited><title>Its all Love 20 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZU5GN_vYE0/S0rBJDTcjUI/AAAAAAAAABY/O3THLHCgY04/s1600-h/Blue+hills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZU5GN_vYE0/S0rBJDTcjUI/AAAAAAAAABY/O3THLHCgY04/s320/Blue+hills.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425361062371036482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;The closing of 2009 was simply wonderful. I spent time with my family, did some reflecting, soul searched and made new moon wishes. I  brought closure to many situations that needed it and clarification to others. I'm so excited about  2010 and what it offers me not because i have these great new years resolutions but because i am stepping into the anew. I have this burst of energy that's driving me in a more definite direction. Love is the catalyst, love of self, love of you and love for the universe. I see me more clear than ever. My exuberance is kid like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; free. I'm creating more daily. Flowing and allowing, giving more to me than ever before. Allowing my passions the true opportunity to breath and expand, thus i expand. I'm high on life for no damn reason at all other than, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; happy to be alive, truly alive.  I recognize the difference. I'm in the right now frame of mind. There's no reason to wait.  Really has there ever been a reason to wait? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;naw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;. Right now is right now and there will never be a moment like that now. So, why wait for the next now when you can take advantage of right now.  I love me some me right now.  I'm gratefully and blissfully evolving as I complete another chapter. I've already began the next chapter. I'm all in, as the song by Roxie Hart smoothly plays in my head, "I play to Win".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Jus Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Michelle Madison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/feeds/3884813627094606328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-all-love-20-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/3884813627094606328?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419646437598199267/posts/default/3884813627094606328?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellemadison.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-all-love-20-10.html' title='Its all Love 20 10'/><author><name>Michele Madison</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/118200164887237323180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GRhxAhV7ijM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/bznYfBqbKKU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZU5GN_vYE0/S0rBJDTcjUI/AAAAAAAAABY/O3THLHCgY04/s72-c/Blue+hills.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>