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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: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" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUCRnY9eyp7ImA9WhNWF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536</id><updated>2012-12-16T23:07:47.863-05:00</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://plus.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/AAAAAAAABs4/OKGTw7d-1GQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>256</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;DUUCRnY8eCp7ImA9WhNWF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536.post-6488600843525522625</id><published>2012-12-16T23:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-12-16T23:07:47.870-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-12-16T23:07:47.870-05:00</app:edited><title>Guns Don't Matter</title><summary type="html">



Events on Friday in Newton, Ct are a horrific reminder that
tragedies do not take holidays into consideration.

            In
comparison to tsunamis, hurricanes, spreading cancers and climate change, the
death toll is relatively small, but being man-made and with victims so
innocent, we struggle to understand the terrifying implications.  We seek relief in arguments for gun-control
and &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~4/zdH5K_7Zp7A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/feeds/6488600843525522625/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670307799281384536&amp;postID=6488600843525522625" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/6488600843525522625?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/6488600843525522625?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~3/zdH5K_7Zp7A/guns-dont-matter.html" title="Guns Don't Matter" /><author><name>Kip de Moll</name><uri>https://plus.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/AAAAAAAABs4/OKGTw7d-1GQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PPZzNzSbnMQ/UM6ZnC378aI/AAAAAAAABr0/T1rllO97Ygs/s72-c/police+mourn.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/2012/12/guns-dont-matter.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EAQnkycCp7ImA9WhNWE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536.post-4476825944093450209</id><published>2012-12-12T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-12-12T23:07:23.798-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-12-12T23:07:23.798-05:00</app:edited><title>The Music Never Stops</title><summary type="html">About once a decade, musicians gather together and pool their incredible talents in a single concert broadcast around the world to raise relief funds for some disaster. It’s impossible not to be swept up in the magic of the moment.


For a brief time, there’s no “us” or “Them”, no rich or poor, white, black or Latino. The world is united and everyone is giving. It’s all about giving, all about &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~4/9rqwOK1VkH0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/feeds/4476825944093450209/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670307799281384536&amp;postID=4476825944093450209" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/4476825944093450209?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/4476825944093450209?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~3/9rqwOK1VkH0/the-music-never-stops.html" title="The Music Never Stops" /><author><name>Kip de Moll</name><uri>https://plus.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/AAAAAAAABs4/OKGTw7d-1GQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/2012/12/the-music-never-stops.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYNQnc5fip7ImA9WhNWE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536.post-5428038887132448596</id><published>2012-12-12T07:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-12-12T07:43:13.926-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-12-12T07:43:13.926-05:00</app:edited><title>In Love</title><summary type="html">We're down to just a matter of days now before the acclaimed
date of December 21, 2012.  Already, as I
write this in most parts of the world, it is the symmetrical and picture
perfect 12-12-12.

            Easy to
think that this will be just another day and notice we're all in the holiday
spirit with little regard for the End of the World as heralded by the end of
the Mayan calendar.

       
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~4/l_HMjNjuJsc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/feeds/5428038887132448596/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670307799281384536&amp;postID=5428038887132448596" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/5428038887132448596?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/5428038887132448596?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~3/l_HMjNjuJsc/in-love.html" title="In Love" /><author><name>Kip de Moll</name><uri>https://plus.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/AAAAAAAABs4/OKGTw7d-1GQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oqDFzscAlVY/UL4JXFrU1sI/AAAAAAAABqw/wAwXisT3SCk/s72-c/Mayan+Calendar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/2012/12/in-love.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08BQXo7fCp7ImA9WhNXFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536.post-4357272408695999642</id><published>2012-12-04T09:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-12-04T09:37:30.404-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-12-04T09:37:30.404-05:00</app:edited><title>Realignment</title><summary type="html">

Another day of significance with planets aligned
strategically and incomprehensibly passes around and through us. This was the
day when Mercury, Venus and Saturn would stand directly over the three pyramids
at Giza. 




            Instead of being
energized, however, I feel eclipsed, my brain so dense and full of mush, I
crashed comatose on my couch at 8 PM. Curiously, dreams long &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~4/lQSvUGnQYbs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/feeds/4357272408695999642/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670307799281384536&amp;postID=4357272408695999642" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/4357272408695999642?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/4357272408695999642?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~3/lQSvUGnQYbs/realignment.html" title="Realignment" /><author><name>Kip de Moll</name><uri>https://plus.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/AAAAAAAABs4/OKGTw7d-1GQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UicsnWPY9Y/UL4JIiHsUdI/AAAAAAAABqo/QQzwzfWN-mA/s72-c/Pyramid+Alignment.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/2012/12/realignment.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4ARH86eCp7ImA9WhNQGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536.post-8984239456849248399</id><published>2012-11-24T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-11-25T07:52:25.110-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-11-25T07:52:25.110-05:00</app:edited><title>Round and Rounder</title><summary type="html">This is a weekend of gratitude.  



            Thanksgiving
is perhaps the most American tradition, crossing all boundaries of religion,
ethnicity and politics.  For this one day
after the elections and before the shopping intensity, as a nation, we pause to
bless, love and appreciate.

            Beyond the
feast and companionship, my favorite part is to walk outside in the late
afternoon and&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~4/jjDDFjqjGyU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/feeds/8984239456849248399/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670307799281384536&amp;postID=8984239456849248399" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/8984239456849248399?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/8984239456849248399?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~3/jjDDFjqjGyU/this-is-weekend-of-gratitude.html" title="Round and Rounder" /><author><name>Kip de Moll</name><uri>https://plus.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/AAAAAAAABs4/OKGTw7d-1GQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPo8PXvbxmM/ULD7dB_0CgI/AAAAAAAABqQ/QTgGZvtRvJI/s72-c/Thanksgiving-Day-Feast.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/2012/11/this-is-weekend-of-gratitude.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04DSHkyeip7ImA9WhNTGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536.post-5326240292880710364</id><published>2012-10-23T06:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-10-23T06:59:39.792-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-10-23T06:59:39.792-04:00</app:edited><title>Pick a Little, Talk a Little</title><summary type="html">The transformation of our lives is not an easy process. We want to think there is a distinct “before” and “after”, a beginning and end. We want it to be something we get through and then are done with, free and clear on the other side of trouble and lack.


Time proves, however, that the transformation is never truly complete. Even our death, apparently, is not an end, but simply a shift into a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~4/qEUqLZQukkE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/feeds/5326240292880710364/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670307799281384536&amp;postID=5326240292880710364" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/5326240292880710364?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/5326240292880710364?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~3/qEUqLZQukkE/pick-little-talk-little.html" title="Pick a Little, Talk a Little" /><author><name>Kip de Moll</name><uri>https://plus.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/AAAAAAAABs4/OKGTw7d-1GQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/2012/10/pick-little-talk-little.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcMQ3g9fip7ImA9WhJXEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536.post-2879731228990961038</id><published>2012-08-04T08:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-08-04T08:24:42.666-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-08-04T08:24:42.666-04:00</app:edited><title>Lightshine</title><summary type="html">

Upon hearing that I am looking for a roommate to help with
expenses now that my son is off to college, a well-meaning friend advised that
I should choose someone young, fresh and full of energy.


            "The
kind of man your age," it was suggested, "Who would be able only  to
rent a room would indicate struggle and you need no more of that in your
life."

            Like seeing
that my &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~4/oTPJS_Y-LD8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/feeds/2879731228990961038/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670307799281384536&amp;postID=2879731228990961038" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/2879731228990961038?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/2879731228990961038?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~3/oTPJS_Y-LD8/upon-hearing-that-i-am-looking-for.html" title="Lightshine" /><author><name>Kip de Moll</name><uri>https://plus.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/AAAAAAAABs4/OKGTw7d-1GQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/2012/08/upon-hearing-that-i-am-looking-for.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIAQHY4fSp7ImA9WhVQF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536.post-8634691074747693673</id><published>2012-04-06T08:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-04-06T09:05:41.835-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-06T09:05:41.835-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Abundance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Perseverence" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Celebration" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>Rising Moon Over Disorientation</title><summary type="html">The full moon energy is strong tonight.  Mercury is retrograde for another week.  In Vermont, we've already had May and it's only April.

 


No wonder my head is swirling.

 

On an earthly plane, very few words have been scribbled on this blog or notes strummed on my guitar in the past few months.  The creative energy is on hold while I wrestle (once again) with the effort to pay bills on the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~4/dPu-e0Aa7_o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/feeds/8634691074747693673/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670307799281384536&amp;postID=8634691074747693673" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/8634691074747693673?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/8634691074747693673?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~3/dPu-e0Aa7_o/rising-moon-over-disorientation.html" title="Rising Moon Over Disorientation" /><author><name>Kip de Moll</name><uri>https://plus.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/AAAAAAAABs4/OKGTw7d-1GQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YRy5LbuT42w/T37ngou-s3I/AAAAAAAABlQ/5mdVIuurE4M/s72-c/Frustrated+Computer+Man.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/2012/04/rising-moon-over-disorientation.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08MQHo5eCp7ImA9WhVRE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536.post-1227319723473224626</id><published>2012-03-21T18:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-03-21T18:44:41.420-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-21T18:44:41.420-04:00</app:edited><title>Guest Post: Kate Loving Shenk</title><summary type="html">As I have been so very busy of late pursuing other projects, I am pleased to present Kate Loving Shenk, an internet friend of mine met last summer through a telesummit about writing transformational books.  Kate is leaping forward with fierce determination to spread good prayers in the world and I invite you to get to know her work a little better.
 
(There's a pause button on the music icon to &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~4/FQZ6dMBfYog" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/feeds/1227319723473224626/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670307799281384536&amp;postID=1227319723473224626" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/1227319723473224626?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/1227319723473224626?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~3/FQZ6dMBfYog/guest-post-kate-loving-shenk.html" title="Guest Post: Kate Loving Shenk" /><author><name>Kip de Moll</name><uri>https://plus.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/AAAAAAAABs4/OKGTw7d-1GQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/ER6-R9jP2Ew/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/2012/03/guest-post-kate-loving-shenk.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYGR3w5cCp7ImA9WhVTE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536.post-2674368265170980862</id><published>2012-02-27T07:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-27T07:52:06.228-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-27T07:52:06.228-05:00</app:edited><title>The Proof is in the Coffee</title><summary type="html">Like duct tape, Coffee, it seems, can cure anything.  


            Some times
the simplest of tasks can cause the biggest frustrations.  We can have done something over and over, but
for some reason, the tried and true method is bollixed by a flurry of miscues
that makes you think the world is conspiring to ruin the result.
            This week
it was a sink fixture that should have completed &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~4/lhVFvb6GdFk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/feeds/2674368265170980862/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670307799281384536&amp;postID=2674368265170980862" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/2674368265170980862?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/2674368265170980862?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~3/lhVFvb6GdFk/proof-is-in-coffee.html" title="The Proof is in the Coffee" /><author><name>Kip de Moll</name><uri>https://plus.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/AAAAAAAABs4/OKGTw7d-1GQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/2012/02/proof-is-in-coffee.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUDR34_cCp7ImA9WhVTE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536.post-9148752440008289777</id><published>2012-01-05T06:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-27T07:54:36.048-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-27T07:54:36.048-05:00</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><summary 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 &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~4/KKBo9SH__Fk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><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://plus.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/AAAAAAAABs4/OKGTw7d-1GQ/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><feedburner:origLink>http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-resolution.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EMRXk4eyp7ImA9WhRWEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536.post-7268451335206116478</id><published>2011-12-28T06:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T06:28:04.733-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-28T06:28:04.733-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Spirits" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Money" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Abundance" /><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="Peace" /><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="Celebration" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Internet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fear" /><title>Breathing In, Breathing Out</title><summary type="html">In a few days we begin the year that some believe will be
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 &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~4/odOoLwsoS8o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/feeds/7268451335206116478/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670307799281384536&amp;postID=7268451335206116478" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/7268451335206116478?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/7268451335206116478?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~3/odOoLwsoS8o/breathing-in-breathing-out.html" title="Breathing In, Breathing Out" /><author><name>Kip de Moll</name><uri>https://plus.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/AAAAAAAABs4/OKGTw7d-1GQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-23iWhMh0Th8/Tvr6_cXeSNI/AAAAAAAABg0/8BfBLw-nClM/s72-c/Unicorn.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/2011/12/breathing-in-breathing-out.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AEQHw7eyp7ImA9WhRXGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536.post-2237544841845172940</id><published>2011-12-25T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T08:28:21.203-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-25T08:28:21.203-05:00</app:edited><title>Good Cheer</title><summary type="html">           Christmas morning early
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.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~4/H5X5JpDZFwI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/feeds/2237544841845172940/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670307799281384536&amp;postID=2237544841845172940" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/2237544841845172940?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/2237544841845172940?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~3/H5X5JpDZFwI/good-cheer.html" title="Good Cheer" /><author><name>Kip de Moll</name><uri>https://plus.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/AAAAAAAABs4/OKGTw7d-1GQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bkw0Q69RJLk/Tvcka24YNEI/AAAAAAAABgo/oUDy7a5YqX0/s72-c/Xmastree.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-cheer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8CSX08eyp7ImA9WhRQEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536.post-574512143586101022</id><published>2011-12-07T08:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T08:17:48.373-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-07T08:17:48.373-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Spirits" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Abundance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Peace" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dreams and Expectations" /><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="Seasons" /><title>Heart-centered Holidays</title><summary type="html">
           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&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~4/rqZJ35nKUSA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/feeds/574512143586101022/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670307799281384536&amp;postID=574512143586101022" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/574512143586101022?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/574512143586101022?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~3/rqZJ35nKUSA/heart-centered-holidays.html" title="Heart-centered Holidays" /><author><name>Kip de Moll</name><uri>https://plus.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/AAAAAAAABs4/OKGTw7d-1GQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J3taj9VaV2E/Tt9lPdsIybI/AAAAAAAABgA/3YS1R7eNUvA/s72-c/Xmastree.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/2011/12/heart-centered-holidays.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcMSXozfCp7ImA9WhRSFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536.post-7206902509486742776</id><published>2011-11-18T08:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T09:21:28.484-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-18T09:21:28.484-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Truth and Honesty" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Abundance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parents" /><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="Mother and sons" /><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" /><title>Love Over Gold</title><summary type="html">          The test of my true faith has come upon me.  Far later than is healthy for any man, I have
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 &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~4/YEnEdAa5UVo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/feeds/7206902509486742776/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670307799281384536&amp;postID=7206902509486742776" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/7206902509486742776?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/7206902509486742776?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~3/YEnEdAa5UVo/love-over-gold.html" title="Love Over Gold" /><author><name>Kip de Moll</name><uri>https://plus.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/AAAAAAAABs4/OKGTw7d-1GQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ck1aWDf8pT4/TsZaRlkRfmI/AAAAAAAABfo/valCSPFRops/s72-c/Farewell+Blessing.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><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><summary 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 &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~4/QZUxp1T4ooQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><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://plus.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/AAAAAAAABs4/OKGTw7d-1GQ/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><feedburner:origLink>http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/2011/11/words-in-washing-pile-finding.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAFR3w7eCp7ImA9WhRSFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536.post-8060601413886845126</id><published>2011-11-16T10:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T11:25:16.200-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-16T11:25:16.200-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Truth and Honesty" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Abundance" /><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="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fear" /><title>To the Wolves and Sheep Who Cry enough</title><summary type="html">Just as the sense of the Occupy Wall Street Movement began nearly
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 &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~4/jtMi3puF_i4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/feeds/8060601413886845126/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670307799281384536&amp;postID=8060601413886845126" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/8060601413886845126?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/8060601413886845126?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~3/jtMi3puF_i4/to-wolves-and-sheep-who-cry-enough.html" title="To the Wolves and Sheep Who Cry enough" /><author><name>Kip de Moll</name><uri>https://plus.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/AAAAAAAABs4/OKGTw7d-1GQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-goLn8gH50iY/TsPTKFc5HsI/AAAAAAAABfE/0pt2Aji1Eq0/s72-c/breaking_berlin_wall.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/2011/11/to-wolves-and-sheep-who-cry-enough.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QCRn08eCp7ImA9WhRTGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536.post-8121502968405998452</id><published>2011-11-09T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T11:16:07.370-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-09T11:16:07.370-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Abundance" /><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="Peace" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Change" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fear" /><title>Imagine: it's easy if you try</title><summary type="html">A little more than a year ahead of the Mayan Calendar's end
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, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~4/W2edP-f9hyE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/feeds/8121502968405998452/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670307799281384536&amp;postID=8121502968405998452" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/8121502968405998452?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/8121502968405998452?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~3/W2edP-f9hyE/imagine-its-easy-if-you-try.html" title="Imagine: it's easy if you try" /><author><name>Kip de Moll</name><uri>https://plus.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/AAAAAAAABs4/OKGTw7d-1GQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K31dXoSy7Fc/TrqeIRSuyNI/AAAAAAAABeI/wDaSpC0w55U/s72-c/Mayan+Calendar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/2011/11/imagine-its-easy-if-you-try.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQNRX0_cCp7ImA9WhRTF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536.post-2135530726232029623</id><published>2011-11-07T15:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T16:13:14.348-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-07T16:13:14.348-05:00</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="review" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Guest Post" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage" /><title>What is Your Life Whispering to You?</title><summary type="html">Guest Post By Cheryl Shireman 
 

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&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~4/-KmWw3sUXs4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/feeds/2135530726232029623/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670307799281384536&amp;postID=2135530726232029623" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/2135530726232029623?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/2135530726232029623?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~3/-KmWw3sUXs4/what-is-your-life-whispering-to-you.html" title="What is Your Life Whispering to You?" /><author><name>Kip de Moll</name><uri>https://plus.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/AAAAAAAABs4/OKGTw7d-1GQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lQWihPNXkCk/TrhBpi5ZYGI/AAAAAAAABeA/RV_fE_P7z0M/s72-c/IndieChicks_Kindle_400x600.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-is-your-life-whispering-to-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEAQns9fyp7ImA9WhRTFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536.post-6453412509298113709</id><published>2011-11-06T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T19:10:43.567-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-06T19:10:43.567-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Truth and Honesty" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Change" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fear" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Communication" /><title>How Sharing Wealth Attracts Prosperity</title><summary type="html">    

     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 &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~4/XBHT0iywgv4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/feeds/6453412509298113709/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670307799281384536&amp;postID=6453412509298113709" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/6453412509298113709?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/6453412509298113709?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~3/XBHT0iywgv4/how-sharing-wealth-attracts-prosperity.html" title="How Sharing Wealth Attracts Prosperity" /><author><name>Kip de Moll</name><uri>https://plus.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/AAAAAAAABs4/OKGTw7d-1GQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-sharing-wealth-attracts-prosperity.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEFRX8zeyp7ImA9WhdaEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536.post-2845774840624764377</id><published>2011-10-20T11:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T11:30:14.183-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-20T11:30:14.183-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Truth and Honesty" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="success and failures" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="generations" /><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="Midlife" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Celebration" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Change" /><title>Milestones in Tiny Steps</title><summary type="html">A few days ago, I did
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 &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~4/qJoslJnF020" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/feeds/2845774840624764377/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670307799281384536&amp;postID=2845774840624764377" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/2845774840624764377?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/2845774840624764377?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~3/qJoslJnF020/milestones-in-tiny-steps.html" title="Milestones in Tiny Steps" /><author><name>Kip de Moll</name><uri>https://plus.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/AAAAAAAABs4/OKGTw7d-1GQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vPbcGfVVRUQ/TqAwM140MPI/AAAAAAAABbE/vY5vPNWVxyw/s72-c/laptop+patato.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><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><summary 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, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~4/8ZvquIJQ-64" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><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://plus.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/AAAAAAAABs4/OKGTw7d-1GQ/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><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><summary 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 &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~4/Q1DbwMpQY7o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><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://plus.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/AAAAAAAABs4/OKGTw7d-1GQ/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><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><summary 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 &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~4/Yy43cR5Lnok" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><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://plus.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/AAAAAAAABs4/OKGTw7d-1GQ/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><feedburner:origLink>http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-of-my-biggest-fears-i-admit-is.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUHR388eCp7ImA9WhdUF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536.post-8486917287337300826</id><published>2011-10-04T17:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T17:20:36.170-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-04T17:20:36.170-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Spirits" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Money" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fathers and sons" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="generations" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Intuition" /><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="Men's work" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Internet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fear" /><title>Help From Friends</title><summary type="html">Energy builds and relaxes by the hour, sometimes by
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.  &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~4/hgCow0BHmtw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/feeds/8486917287337300826/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670307799281384536&amp;postID=8486917287337300826" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/8486917287337300826?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670307799281384536/posts/default/8486917287337300826?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZenAndTheArtOfTheMidlifeCrisis/~3/hgCow0BHmtw/energy-builds-and-relaxes-by-hour.html" title="Help From Friends" /><author><name>Kip de Moll</name><uri>https://plus.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/AAAAAAAABs4/OKGTw7d-1GQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lTJ_1ouUgMU/Tot0SoMlDrI/AAAAAAAABWM/cpd43DB-r9o/s72-c/Tantra+Image.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://piecesofheartvt.blogspot.com/2011/10/energy-builds-and-relaxes-by-hour.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
