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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8FSH8-eip7ImA9WhRVGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536</id><updated>2012-01-19T07:40:19.152-05:00</updated><category term="romance" /><category term="moving" /><category term="Internet" /><category term="Sexuality" /><category term="Spirits" /><category term="Truth and Honesty" /><category term="Midlife" /><category term="Music" /><category term="Men's work" /><category term="success and failures" /><category term="Dreams and Expectations" /><category term="marriage" /><category term="Change" /><category term="Yoga" /><category term="Tarot" /><category term="Expectations" /><category term="Skiing" /><category term="Fear" /><category term="Mother and sons" /><category term="Insurance" /><category term="Soccer" /><category term="Life and Death" /><category term="parents" /><category term="fathers and sons" /><category term="Perseverence" /><category term="Children" /><category term="generations" /><category term="Initiations" /><category term="Guest Post" /><category term="Peace" /><category term="Seasons" /><category term="Celebration" /><category term="Money" /><category term="Writing" /><category term="Communication" /><category term="SRV" /><category term="Finances" /><category term="partners" /><category term="Abundance" /><category term="Intuition" /><category term="review" /><category term="Death" /><category term="Dreams" /><category term="love" /><category term="Health" /><category term="assisted care facilities" /><title>Zen and the Art of the Midlife Crisis</title><subtitle type="html">heart, soul, work, play; the joys, pains, and some of the lessons of Life</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Kip de Moll</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100627117705192421140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eH0YueSuqQQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABZg/8CpNl5T-NYY/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>246</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis" /><feedburner:info uri="zenandtheartofthemidlifecrisis" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8FSH89eCp7ImA9WhRVGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536.post-9148752440008289777</id><published>2012-01-05T06:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T07:40:19.160-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-19T07:40:19.160-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Change" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Men's work" /><title>New Year Revolution</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/feeds/9148752440008289777/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670307799281384536&amp;postID=9148752440008289777" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/9148752440008289777?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/9148752440008289777?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~3/KKBo9SH__Fk/new-year-resolution.html" title="New Year Revolution" /><author><name>Kip de Moll</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100627117705192421140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eH0YueSuqQQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABZg/8CpNl5T-NYY/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P9u7YRA3rWY/TwWHHlcLYCI/AAAAAAAABhY/BipvyJLbHBQ/s72-c/Dirty+Laundry.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">       With six loads of laundry folded before the sun was even up
on New Years morning, I wish I could say I had felt accomplished.  The truth, however, was that in that damp
dark dawn we call a holiday, I was awake too early and alert with fear and
worry about what may or may not lie ahead.


       In the darkness, it is too easy to become overwhelmed by the
prospect of matching all that 
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the end of the world.  I prefer to add
the phrase "as we know it" and join in the celebrations around the
world that predict a marvelous transformation of fear into love.

            The energy
is mounting.  More and more, I find
myself in cosmic conversations that blissfully dance around images of joy.  Beatific smiles grace the voices 
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around the world children are waking up with visions of wrappings torn from
their packages.  Parents hold hands and
are proud, joyful and loving to hear the delighted screams.  The day of peace on earth and good will seems
abundant with truth and beauty.




            Other religions have their celebrations of light in this
time of short days and dark nights.
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           As the days of December
darken into winter, holidays ignite magic into our hearts, creating light to
find our way.  Be it Christmas, the
Solstice festivals, Hanukah or Kwanzaa, the time is of celebration and gratitude
for all the gifts material and metaphysical that we have received.


            Tinsel and glitter, red cheeks and candles, song and
festivities create sparkling energy
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accepted one last parting gift from my father and step out into the world once
again on my own.

          No longer tested like
some Job broken-hearted on my sofa with a tube in my belly and dreams in my
head, today I go forth strong, healthy, and loved to find my way, earn my keep
and leave no 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KyO1Zx2rh6j9odPSYO_kU6bXvNg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KyO1Zx2rh6j9odPSYO_kU6bXvNg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~4/YEnEdAa5UVo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-over-gold.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AMSH89cSp7ImA9WhRSFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536.post-4379481598938392356</id><published>2011-11-17T07:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T08:16:29.169-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-17T08:16:29.169-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Perseverence" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dreams and Expectations" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Guest Post" /><title>Words in the washing pile: finding creativity amid the “everyday.”</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/feeds/4379481598938392356/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670307799281384536&amp;postID=4379481598938392356" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/4379481598938392356?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/4379481598938392356?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~3/QZUxp1T4ooQ/words-in-washing-pile-finding.html" title="Words in the washing pile: finding creativity amid the “everyday.”" /><author><name>Kip de Moll</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100627117705192421140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eH0YueSuqQQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABZg/8CpNl5T-NYY/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WZ0f5K3n988/TsUEJFDBb1I/AAAAAAAABfg/QmlkAI5vCwE/s72-c/Karin+Cox.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">

Karin Cox is a professional editor in Australia (don't let that stop you from sending a manuscript for her review!) and the author of more than 28 non-fiction titles. In 2010, she published her first ebooks Growth and Cage Life, which between them have attracted more than 35,000 readers. We "met" through a link after a link after a link--perhaps one link too many that night, but turns out to 
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overnight, it seems evictions of parks in cities around the country have tried
to put an end to the uprising in one fell swoop.  We are on the verge of a precipice and our
collective energy as a culture and society, the kind of world we want for
ourselves and our children, teeters in the balance.

            The mayor of
Oakland 
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of the world as we know it in December 2012, our good ol' Western version,
accepted by most, will reach the symmetrically perfect date of 11/11/11 in just
two days.  

            Many have
embraced significant meaning in the perfection and will honor the moment in
different ways.  However deep and
spiritual one wants to think about it, 
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I believe life whispers to you and provides
direction. I call that life force God. You can call it whatever you want, but
there is no escaping it. If we are open and brave enough to say yes, life will
take us in directions we never expected, and you will live a life beyond your
wildest dreams.

Those whisperings often come in the form of a
“crazy” idea or a nudge
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     The broader and more sophisticated grows the world wide web,
the closer are we able to connect to total strangers, creating community in all
corners and companionship even as we sit alone. 
The ripples of nearly every conversation can wander near and far.

            Countless
acquaintances with neighbors have been deepened online and some connections
with people on the other side of 
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the marketing must of a good business and sent out a newsletter to my email
list.  Although there is little income
for my efforts at this point, it was remarkable to notice how busy I am, how
many pies have been created for my fingers to nibble.

            Days slip through our grasp and race around the corners
of each season.  Before we know to look
in the mirror, grey 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ra6eMpiW5P2XMhoB1h_Trq8QWNM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ra6eMpiW5P2XMhoB1h_Trq8QWNM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~4/qJoslJnF020" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/2011/10/milestones-in-tiny-steps.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIGQns5eCp7ImA9WhdbF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536.post-7127558019803842070</id><published>2011-10-16T10:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T10:15:23.520-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-16T10:15:23.520-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life and Death" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Truth and Honesty" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="success and failures" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Finances" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dreams and Expectations" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fear" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Communication" /><title>Houses of Glass</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/feeds/7127558019803842070/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670307799281384536&amp;postID=7127558019803842070" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/7127558019803842070?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/7127558019803842070?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~3/8ZvquIJQ-64/houses-of-glass.html" title="Houses of Glass" /><author><name>Kip de Moll</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100627117705192421140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eH0YueSuqQQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABZg/8CpNl5T-NYY/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pckyOJ8v1iU/TprXiZaipDI/AAAAAAAABZw/lzcaS_oEcZo/s72-c/laundry+hung+out+to+dry.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">     On Tuesday evening, my life will be the focus of a two hour discussion on the internet.  While there are nooks and crannies too personal or involving others that will not be voiced, most everything about my inner heart and soul is on the table.

     Uncomfortable with braggadocio and self-importance, I have spent much of these past years examining my motives for writing this blog and book, 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ck-EKn4BxG6-cdMbo5doNvX0Zvk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ck-EKn4BxG6-cdMbo5doNvX0Zvk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~4/8ZvquIJQ-64" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/2011/10/houses-of-glass.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMHQnk6fyp7ImA9WhdbE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536.post-8313165559548988888</id><published>2011-10-11T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T11:20:33.717-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-11T11:20:33.717-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Truth and Honesty" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dreams and Expectations" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Change" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fear" /><title>The Call to Arms Embracing</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/feeds/8313165559548988888/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670307799281384536&amp;postID=8313165559548988888" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/8313165559548988888?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/8313165559548988888?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~3/Q1DbwMpQY7o/call-to-arms-embracing.html" title="The Call to Arms Embracing" /><author><name>Kip de Moll</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100627117705192421140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eH0YueSuqQQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABZg/8CpNl5T-NYY/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2KCBsqcSbA/TpRStjG82jI/AAAAAAAABYg/08I0XweT3cs/s72-c/Voices+raised.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">My version of facebook
tonight is loaded with clips and quotes about the movement to occupy Wall
Street and its spread to other cities around the country.  "Something's happening here, and what it
is..." is very exciting.



           Only a month ago, I heard someone from Vermont mention
heading down to participate and offering to carry donations to help the
protesters.  A veteran of Viet Nam 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1Bb0H2v58HuN3su9awsTnHvkTGs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1Bb0H2v58HuN3su9awsTnHvkTGs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~4/Q1DbwMpQY7o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/2011/10/call-to-arms-embracing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAFRX8zeip7ImA9WhdbEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536.post-9089738878578941511</id><published>2011-10-08T10:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T12:51:54.182-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-08T12:51:54.182-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fathers and sons" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Truth and Honesty" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parents" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="generations" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Children" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dreams and Expectations" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Men's work" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fear" /><title>Letting the Sunshine In</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/feeds/9089738878578941511/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670307799281384536&amp;postID=9089738878578941511" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/9089738878578941511?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/9089738878578941511?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~3/Yy43cR5Lnok/one-of-my-biggest-fears-i-admit-is.html" title="Letting the Sunshine In" /><author><name>Kip de Moll</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100627117705192421140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eH0YueSuqQQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABZg/8CpNl5T-NYY/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hsQwlpqxULg/TpBbaPEcPyI/AAAAAAAABYM/MaZz07-_2kE/s72-c/Cubicles.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">One of my biggest fears, I admit, is spending the working part
of my life in a 9 to 5 cubicle, a rote sort of drudgery that might grind the
joy in my soul to dust.  Of course, this
is obscenely unfair, a phobia generated out of early television shows,
ignorance and my own well-nourished determination.

            My father
led a large architectural firm and traveled for business and pleasure 
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the minute.  As we awaken to more
conscious living, our heads swim with the pulls and tugs between new
perspective and old habits.


            Exploring
the potential of ideas that flood through the opening sluice gates of creative
life, my mind leaps and frolics with passion for the dreams, long dormant, now coming
more clearly into focus.  
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         Men do not just talk
about sex and football anymore.

            This generation still known as baby-boomers, even as we
settle towards our time of rest, relaxation and retirement, was raised quite
differently than we have actually behaved. 
What was envisioned by our parents as a right of ascension has been, for
better or worse, supplanted by the realities of sustainability and 
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Although my father is fairly strong today, I could not keep the memory away as 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BnTFg1VipGjOV6dmAfCYwNvVB24/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BnTFg1VipGjOV6dmAfCYwNvVB24/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~4/zmdma3ud0Gw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/2011/09/til-death-do-us-part.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QDRn88eyp7ImA9WhdVFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536.post-5271715772080540942</id><published>2011-09-22T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T09:49:37.173-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-22T09:49:37.173-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="success and failures" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Perseverence" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Intuition" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Celebration" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fear" /><title>Trump Loyal</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/feeds/5271715772080540942/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670307799281384536&amp;postID=5271715772080540942" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/5271715772080540942?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/5271715772080540942?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~3/ApLdOiyIGOs/trump-loyal.html" title="Trump Loyal" /><author><name>Kip de Moll</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100627117705192421140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eH0YueSuqQQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABZg/8CpNl5T-NYY/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-klgu-88j55I/Tns6MNOr4LI/AAAAAAAABUk/BoOvWSOMw3E/s72-c/Thanksgiving+07+343.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">           In life there are
things we know which science eventually proves to be true.  Like a fever that begins with chills is
confirmed with a thermometer, we are learning in these times of transformation that
we can think with our hearts as much as our minds.


          Intuition is a force long regarded as a voice with
value.  Often labeled as a woman's
insight, even men have been told to 
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unit of potential heat most often measured in food and calculated in how we
feed our body.  A clear and quantifiable
amount, we can see what goes in and link it directly to the exercise and activity
necessary to burn it off, what must be accomplished to get it back out.



            ...or we get fat.

            Money is energy. 
Likewise, we produce in fits 
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The single blessing of Alzheimer's, I answer people's condolences, is that it gets you 
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Curiously, the energy in my finances dips immediately back into that frantic place of scramble I had known so
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	The phrase describing a web reaching around the world is clearly accurate and there are those, regardless of quality, 
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Even as summer heat bares down and plants strain for sips of water, with the change in the air and the mums in the market, the first signs of winter clutch panic in me 
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