<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846479058930666268</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2015 11:42:35 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Fel&#39;s VOICES FROM THE HEART</category><category>Life as i see it..</category><category>Pictures/Quotes/short thots</category><category>drug-free/anti depressants/determination</category><category>missing Ben</category><category>motherhood</category><category>A NEW EXPERIENCE/thai massage/</category><category>AGING</category><category>AIKIDO</category><category>AWARDS</category><category>Balance</category><category>Blog question</category><category>Breathe/Relax/Rest</category><category>Friends</category><category>GOING OFFLINE</category><category>Garden</category><category>Grief Support Articles from the Web</category><category>HAIR STORIES</category><category>Happiness/Children</category><category>Life Quotes to live by</category><category>Life&#39;s useful lessons</category><category>Local Spa/Relaxation/Holistic Wellness/</category><category>MISSING YOU (18 mths)</category><category>MY DENTAL APPOINTMENT</category><category>MY THOUGHTS</category><category>My thoughts exactly</category><category>SURRENDER</category><category>TAGGED</category><category>TGIF</category><category>Travelling/Leave</category><category>Treasured Momentos from Ben</category><category>Trust</category><category>WEIGHT LOSS</category><category>beauty of pain in my universe</category><category>clean</category><category>clean/edit/black/blog talk</category><category>companion/friendship</category><category>dreams</category><category>forgiveness</category><category>grief journey</category><category>grief pages</category><category>loss of a special blog friend</category><category>my first post : Fel&#39;s voices from the heart</category><category>reflections</category><category>solitude</category><category>something light</category><category>suicide/22 months/grief journey</category><category>teamwork/hse/building project</category><category>to do list/resolution/new hope/recovery/23rd mth tmr</category><title>REFLECTIONS</title><description>&quot;... See there&#39;s this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It&#39;s the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me.&quot;</description><link>http://dreamymoonlight.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Silver)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846479058930666268.post-1991911204628929098</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Jan 2011 03:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-23T16:58:05.231+08:00</atom:updated><title>ALOHA</title><atom:summary type="text">I said to my soul be still, and wait without hope; for hope would be hope of the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith. But the faith, and the love, and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: so the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.~ T.S. EliotAll the most kindest </atom:summary><link>http://dreamymoonlight.blogspot.com/2011/01/aloha.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Silver)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ty1_9GqhIVU/TTJlrl6VQ2I/AAAAAAAABv0/kZUtvG31udU/s72-c/magical.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>49</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846479058930666268.post-2106014412595069780</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Jan 2011 11:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-10T16:23:12.919+08:00</atom:updated><title>WHY</title><atom:summary type="text">



&quot; I asked God why life’s like this. He gave me no answer. I asked why I’m still here. Again, He gave me no answer. I asked why I met you. He smiled and said, “So there’d be a reason for everything else.”

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“You will lose someone you can’t live without and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—  that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but </atom:summary><link>http://dreamymoonlight.blogspot.com/2011/01/why.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Silver)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjQPyT24wGU/UWziRVvrjcI/AAAAAAAAB28/S9Osti89Q60/s72-c/nos-Jp9_s_rain.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846479058930666268.post-8421051149362684231</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Jan 2011 10:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-08T18:48:43.097+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Garden</category><title>GARDENING</title><atom:summary type="text">
In the garden I tend to drop my thoughts here and there.  To the flowers I whisper the secrets I keep and the hopes I breathe.  I know they are there to eavesdrop for the angels.  
~Dodinsky


Spending the whole of last weekend in the garden and almost jumping into my gardening clothes as soon as I&#39;d reached home after a full day at the office over the last few days have changed the atmosphere </atom:summary><link>http://dreamymoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/04/garden.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Silver)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ty1_9GqhIVU/S7xNVbA1d3I/AAAAAAAABec/qQPkT3KfzlI/s72-c/DSC00632.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>25</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846479058930666268.post-90825092512394156</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Dec 2010 01:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-05T08:32:45.152+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life&#39;s useful lessons</category><title>Life&#39;s Useful Advice</title><atom:summary type="text">
&quot;No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up. &quot;






Does depression has a face?

How could anyone tell if someone who has lived with it for sometime, and thus have developed an amazing familiarity with it that one can comfortably slip in and out of the sentiments day after day between the countenance of displaying the mask and the one behind it for the sake of political correctness of</atom:summary><link>http://dreamymoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/12/lifes-useful-advice.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Silver)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ioy0agkXKHY/T1QI0OaG4dI/AAAAAAAABzg/Xc-gOYxMXkk/s72-c/old+lady+with+cigar.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>54</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846479058930666268.post-4937101225221442082</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Dec 2010 12:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-22T14:10:34.298+08:00</atom:updated><title>Sorry</title><atom:summary type="text">I am sorry.   I just need to get off for a while longer. Pray for me?</atom:summary><link>http://dreamymoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/12/sorry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Silver)</author><thr:total>23</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846479058930666268.post-1524872981843972364</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Nov 2010 02:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-10T19:31:44.711+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">





Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.</atom:summary><link>http://dreamymoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/11/hey-guys.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Silver)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eldYVU8vE6U/TwwMmMuvhnI/AAAAAAAABxU/p3w98V-wmBE/s72-c/loneliness+3.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846479058930666268.post-1113435740265686421</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Nov 2010 09:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-14T14:00:25.493+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">solitude</category><title>SOLITUDE</title><atom:summary type="text"> “Being solitary is being alone well: being alone luxuriously immersed in doings of your own choice, aware of the fullness of your won presence rather than of the absence of others. Because solitude is an achievement.”~Alice Koller </atom:summary><link>http://dreamymoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/11/solitude.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Silver)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ty1_9GqhIVU/TN0Gd5O8XmI/AAAAAAAABrA/Fjm3AIwaQ7U/s72-c/Copy%2Bof%2Br2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>32</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846479058930666268.post-6794947617424441216</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Nov 2010 00:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-03T22:02:07.250+08:00</atom:updated><title>“Change is never easy, you fight to hold on, and you fight to let go.”</title><atom:summary type="text">



Have you ever awaken to a supremely lovely morning and couldn&#39;t even begin to describe the splendid beauty of God&#39;s magnificent display of His masterpieces all around you and yet something is missing?

Imagine you have been given the most beautiful kite in the world to fly but yet, the height where it could be soaring in the glorious azure open skies are always limited because we will not </atom:summary><link>http://dreamymoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/11/change-is-never-easy-you-fight-to-hold.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Silver)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ty1_9GqhIVU/TNIf9R7MHAI/AAAAAAAABp4/zKEOtAwTh0o/s72-c/220px-Man_flying_kite.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>26</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846479058930666268.post-4511124542025522472</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Nov 2010 16:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-18T09:51:22.202+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">
“Change is a funny thing. We never are quite sure what we are becoming or even why. Then one day we look at ourselves and wonder who we are and how we got that way. Only one thing about change remains constant...it is always painful.” 
― Jodi Picoult, The Tenth Circle

</atom:summary><link>http://dreamymoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/11/change-is-funny-thing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Silver)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846479058930666268.post-13914466546289572</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Oct 2010 23:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-23T08:07:18.090+08:00</atom:updated><title>Thoughts</title><atom:summary type="text">My thoughts are free to go anywhere, but it&#39;s surprising how often they head in your direction.  ~Author Unknown</atom:summary><link>http://dreamymoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/10/thoughts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Silver)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ty1_9GqhIVU/TMIl8hM7r_I/AAAAAAAABjg/5E-auYDHdC4/s72-c/roses.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>34</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846479058930666268.post-3060352015420629713</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Apr 2010 01:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-26T14:48:21.586+08:00</atom:updated><title>The Place In Between</title><atom:summary type="text">It&#39;s not so much that we&#39;re afraid of change or so in love with the old ways, but it&#39;s that place in between that we fear . . . . It&#39;s like being between trapezes. It&#39;s Linus when his blanket is in the dryer. There&#39;s nothing to hold on to.~Marilyn Ferguson</atom:summary><link>http://dreamymoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-not-so-much-that-were-afraid-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Silver)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ty1_9GqhIVU/S9TurdSZQqI/AAAAAAAABg8/npB4hkMuplc/s72-c/800px-Trapeze_Artists_in_Circus.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>50</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846479058930666268.post-6715646016476980049</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Apr 2010 02:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-03-09T02:12:19.501+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">

&quot;I like myself better when I&#39;m with you.&quot;



-Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with
Morrie




I once had a guy like that. He became my husband. Do you know how much it means to have someone who loves you so unreservedly, whole heartedly and who is also, so fully present in the moment with you? The times we had spent talking- he never once gave me the impression that he was not listening or was impatient </atom:summary><link>http://dreamymoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/04/something-to-smile-about.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Silver)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846479058930666268.post-2281169462169966551</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Apr 2010 02:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-13T00:15:18.173+08:00</atom:updated><title>This Thing Called Life</title><atom:summary type="text">



&quot;Alone. Yes, that&#39;s the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn&#39;t hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.&quot;— Stephen King 


What is this thing called life? I dislike the rigours of existence for my lover is no longer here.

My soul remains locked in inconsolable sadness and loss throughout the ages. Loneliness claws upon me from the dark nights where I </atom:summary><link>http://dreamymoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-thing-called-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Silver)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ty1_9GqhIVU/S8PmCE3-PhI/AAAAAAAABfE/zuSG3kszos4/s72-c/one+self.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>34</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846479058930666268.post-5077903561343828203</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Apr 2010 09:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-05T16:27:12.716+08:00</atom:updated><title>SOLACE</title><atom:summary type="text">&quot;A bath is a very health-giving ritual, and sometimes it&#39;s the only place where a person can get away from the chaos of our times.&quot;Marjorie Jaffe, co-author of The Bathtub Yoga &amp; Relaxation Book </atom:summary><link>http://dreamymoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/04/solace.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Silver)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ty1_9GqhIVU/S7W981w9RcI/AAAAAAAABdU/OKH2SIZv5eI/s72-c/relax.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>29</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846479058930666268.post-5510243959989373814</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Mar 2010 04:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-16T13:09:18.205+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life as i see it..</category><title>Life is a lot like the movies.</title><atom:summary type="text">



&quot;We plan our lives according to a dream that came to us in our childhood, and we find that life alters our plans. And yet, at the end, from a rare height, we also see that our dream was our fate. It&#39;s just that providence had other ideas as to how we would get there. Destiny plans a different route, or turns the dream around, as if it were a riddle, and fulfills the dream in ways we couldn&#39;t </atom:summary><link>http://dreamymoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-is-lot-like-movies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Silver)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ty1_9GqhIVU/S7LDALXnhAI/AAAAAAAABdM/E1cln56-_v4/s72-c/gothic+holding+time.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>29</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846479058930666268.post-4750551458253526594</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Mar 2010 03:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-16T16:37:57.193+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">SURRENDER</category><title>LIBERTY</title><atom:summary type="text">&quot;It is liberating when I learn to be free,Free, from even myself. &quot;~felicia lam</atom:summary><link>http://dreamymoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/03/liberty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Silver)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ty1_9GqhIVU/S57_9CTsaLI/AAAAAAAABc8/8AY2S2SZj5k/s72-c/woman-body.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>39</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846479058930666268.post-817967044230806820</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2010 15:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-19T23:25:12.590+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">loss of a special blog friend</category><title>RENEE..</title><atom:summary type="text">My heart aches deeply today..The world has gone silent and gloom fills the skies for you are not here..But i hear the angels rejoicing and music fills the Heaven&#39;s Great Hall..For a beautiful soul such as thou have made it Home today..Till we meet ..someday, my most special sweetest friend. Thank you for the e mails we have shared and the joy and love you have spread around so generously for all.</atom:summary><link>http://dreamymoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/03/renee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Silver)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ty1_9GqhIVU/S5e9JGn8YsI/AAAAAAAABcc/7vpUvskuNE4/s72-c/crying+statue.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>37</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846479058930666268.post-5240196603364011711</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Mar 2010 04:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-16T13:50:38.276+08:00</atom:updated><title>MAYBE</title><atom:summary type="text">








Maybe when I get too busy, I may forget to think about Ben every day.  Maybe if I was productive and possess goals, I would  stop yearning to be with Ben at any waking moment. With 2 jobs, 2 teen boys, a house with a huge garden with a long list of “Things To Do or Repair” and no paid help, Aikido classes and Church. I will barely have any time left to mope around and be sad. Maybe I may</atom:summary><link>http://dreamymoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/03/maybe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Silver)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yQT8vzeLmU4/UWzhhzZQwnI/AAAAAAAAB20/wAstAPp7pRg/s72-c/medit_bluebeach.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>21</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846479058930666268.post-6400805000362325871</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 17:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-16T13:45:42.406+08:00</atom:updated><title>The Circle of Friends&#39; Award &amp; Tagged</title><atom:summary type="text">THANK YOU FOR AWARD



&quot;A friend loves at all times.&quot; Proverbs 17:17


Thanks Andrea at Arise 2 Write for bestowing the Circle of Friends Award on her readers. Sorry this came so late ;D  Andrea is an incredibly, most wonderful woman who has her heart overflowing with love and thankfulness that will just spill over to you.  I love visiting her and feeling the assurance of God&#39;s love  through the </atom:summary><link>http://dreamymoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/01/circle-of-friends-award.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Silver)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ty1_9GqhIVU/SzzjA8gR2SI/AAAAAAAABcU/rdjAv_zGtj8/s72-c/circle-of-friends-award-1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>63</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846479058930666268.post-4261481732705209157</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 17:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-10T16:43:50.872+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Happiness/Children</category><title></title><atom:summary type="text">




There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children. One is roots; the other, wings. 

~Hodding Carter


Today I see it in the eyes and smile of my child when I was apologizing to him for having being hard on him. Although not often, but I am convinced that it is not a weakness to  be able to look straight into the eyes of our children and admit how inadequate a parent can </atom:summary><link>http://dreamymoonlight.blogspot.com/2009/12/there-are-only-two-lasting-bequests-we.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Silver)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zsp7l3gxlj0/Twv58lXVsbI/AAAAAAAABw0/7uDnQ5Z6RG0/s72-c/red-tailed-hawk_681_600x450.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>39</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846479058930666268.post-685291381973650772</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 17:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-21T09:54:31.409+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Local Spa/Relaxation/Holistic Wellness/</category><title>Spa Therapies for Relaxation.</title><atom:summary type="text">Where I come from, there are no four seasons. It’s Summer all year round, fairly hot and humid and subject to monsoon rains. It sits on the Equatorial zone guaranteeing a classic tropical climate suitable for a beach holiday almost any time of the year. One of our favorite family weekend getaway used to be the choice of the many island resorts which promises us an escape and a life away from the </atom:summary><link>http://dreamymoonlight.blogspot.com/2009/12/spa-therapies-for-relaxation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Silver)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ty1_9GqhIVU/SywuBqaezOI/AAAAAAAABaE/jELrYFh_xLo/s72-c/island+Tg+Aru.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>39</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846479058930666268.post-3259236771829514315</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 12:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-11T20:23:06.667+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Breathe/Relax/Rest</category><title>Learning to breathe..</title><atom:summary type="text">Give your stress wings and let it fly away.~Carin Hartness</atom:summary><link>http://dreamymoonlight.blogspot.com/2009/12/learning-to-breathe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Silver)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ty1_9GqhIVU/SyI35V0I_YI/AAAAAAAABZQ/vBVqDNOQWic/s72-c/seychelleshotels.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>51</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846479058930666268.post-4884100671970538638</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 05:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-20T15:54:33.175+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">to do list/resolution/new hope/recovery/23rd mth tmr</category><title>I LOVE SO DEEPLY THAT IT HURTS</title><atom:summary type="text">


Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.~Jean Cocteau


Have you had days when you didn’t want to get out of bed in the morning? Have there been days you just couldn’t bring yourself to look at the ever growing list of things that a living person just has to get to?

The holiday season of festivities, of Christmas, New Years, Valentines, </atom:summary><link>http://dreamymoonlight.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-so-deeply-that-it-hurts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Silver)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ty1_9GqhIVU/Sxih3iQp6tI/AAAAAAAABYI/baR8J0r93h8/s72-c/by+jass.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>58</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846479058930666268.post-5756530090471049325</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 01:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-20T15:59:15.326+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">suicide/22 months/grief journey</category><title>ABOUT SUICIDE</title><atom:summary type="text">&quot;When someone you love dies, you don&#39;t lose him all at once; you lose him in pieces over a long time -- the way the mail stops coming, and his scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in his closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of him that are gone... Just when the day comes -- when there&#39;s a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that he&#39;s </atom:summary><link>http://dreamymoonlight.blogspot.com/2009/11/sick-room_29.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Silver)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ty1_9GqhIVU/SxT556iFqkI/AAAAAAAABWY/O9D0UP_KOD4/s72-c/sadness.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>43</thr:total></item></channel></rss>