<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096300047941400937</id><updated>2025-06-08T00:22:20.196-05:00</updated><category term="HIV"/><category term="Inspiration"/><title type='text'>State of mind</title><subtitle type='html'>State of Mind is about my state of mind and how I manage the emotions of being me...&#xa;Feel free to share my blog.&#xa;And...if you have any questions...just ask...I am pretty open about everything!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>DarkMoonDona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09217303425547334860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096300047941400937.post-7817159698054390561</id><published>2015-01-21T12:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2015-01-21T12:40:04.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding Beating Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
I wear my heart on my sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;
Big heart, beating loud and hard and often quaking&lt;br /&gt;
I am not afraid to love, not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
I am finding, others are still afraid.&lt;br /&gt;
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Afraid of LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am not afraid to get to know a person&lt;br /&gt;
Know their quirks and qualities&lt;br /&gt;
Touch their soul and taste their lips&lt;br /&gt;
I am not afraid to send out love energy&lt;br /&gt;
This does not mean I am in love&lt;br /&gt;
Love energy is about being open to the possibility&lt;br /&gt;
Who knows, Will I fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know&lt;br /&gt;
Will you fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know&lt;br /&gt;
Love energy is about possibilities&lt;br /&gt;
Getting to know one another&lt;br /&gt;
Without fault or fear&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, I know&lt;br /&gt;
There are things in my life&lt;br /&gt;
Which are frightening&lt;br /&gt;
Life engaging&lt;br /&gt;
Life taking&lt;br /&gt;
and yet, I am Whole&lt;br /&gt;
I am a whole person&lt;br /&gt;
Who loves to give&lt;br /&gt;
Who wants to give&lt;br /&gt;
Who wants to be an integral part of another&#39;s life&lt;br /&gt;
And vice versa&lt;br /&gt;
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Don&#39;t be afraid to give love energy&lt;br /&gt;
Let not selfishness take root and grow&lt;br /&gt;
Do not let fear keep you in protection&#39;s guise&lt;br /&gt;
You will not be protected&lt;br /&gt;
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Yeah, I have this big bleeding beating heart&lt;br /&gt;
Bleeding out love energy&lt;br /&gt;
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Beating out love energy&lt;br /&gt;
Exhausted heart&lt;br /&gt;
My heart is exhausted&lt;br /&gt;
Tired&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/feeds/7817159698054390561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2015/01/bleeding-beating-heart.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/7817159698054390561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/7817159698054390561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2015/01/bleeding-beating-heart.html' title='Bleeding Beating Heart'/><author><name>DarkMoonDona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09217303425547334860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIiuihKsBMNzMFcrDCofXUFIbyiMxpQKWNs7IjlRRuBljA-pVEzgRqjIWTepl0KO6dN6axD7cnWQd-UkrXvhotDKXYfvF0RcWgJmMHQQ2NX_DUIiWUEhyphenhyphen6BaiFRCRToeV3p5WmDBbSfcqj/s72-c/40047_416328076422_1428981_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096300047941400937.post-885451440365906148</id><published>2014-10-24T17:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2014-10-24T17:10:57.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Rolling Stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
This amazing New Moon falls the person’s birthday, who changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;
Suprisingly enough, the New Moon is in Scorpio. Scorpio lies in my 6th house. The 6th house has to do with work, health and daily life.&lt;br /&gt;
The New Moon is about attracting what we want and powered with the solar eclipse ending old patterns and beginning anew!&lt;br /&gt;
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Scorpio in the 6th house in health mode: I will be highly prone to blood born disease, i.e. STD. HIV&lt;br /&gt;
as depicted on&amp;nbsp;http://dherbs.com/news/4455/4669/Disease-and-Your-Astrological-6th-House/d,ai.html#.VEnH8YdvmpU&lt;br /&gt;
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Pretty sure I planned this before birth. I had to, otherwise I would not have learned all the amazing life lessons brought to me by STD/HIV.&lt;br /&gt;
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Whoa! The things I have learned!&lt;br /&gt;
and I want to vomit the emotion I feel, in words covering the Earth!&lt;br /&gt;
The song, &quot;Like a Rolling Stone&quot; by Bob Dylan is playing, he is singing &quot;How does it feel?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Dude, this FEELS!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Last Sunday, I went to the Psychic Fair to enjoy the pretty stones, jewelry and an aura photo/mini reading!&lt;br /&gt;
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My aura is large. Reds, oranges, yellows and greens dominate all around me. The Aura reader saw 2 &quot;guides&quot;, my higher self and a spirit animal strongly supporting me. The report also included a Chakra Report which showed my Solar Plexus and Heart Chakras, LOW. &amp;nbsp;These areas are SEX and LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;
I am screwed!&lt;br /&gt;
OH! To the pattern!&lt;br /&gt;
Destruction!&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay.&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;
I acknowledge this.&lt;br /&gt;
I have been working on breaking the pattern.&lt;br /&gt;
Words&lt;br /&gt;
They are words until I put them in action.&lt;br /&gt;
The right kind of action.&lt;br /&gt;
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What do I really want?&lt;br /&gt;
I want LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;
I want SEX&lt;br /&gt;
I want to love and be loved in return.&lt;br /&gt;
I want SEX&lt;br /&gt;
I want to look into the heart and soul of another and FEEL&lt;br /&gt;
I want to LOVE the person I am having SEX with&lt;br /&gt;
I want To FEEL the heart wrenching emotion belonging to souls working one with another.&lt;br /&gt;
I want to BE with someone who wants to Shake up the world!&lt;br /&gt;
To inspire and be inspired!&lt;br /&gt;
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Funny thing is, look at that little section up there.&lt;br /&gt;
I have Love.&lt;br /&gt;
People love me and I love them&lt;br /&gt;
I look into hearts and souls while FEELING, daily&lt;br /&gt;
I experience heart wrenching emotion working on clients!&lt;br /&gt;
Now, how do I combine all I have with all I do not have?&lt;br /&gt;
Am I being selfish?&lt;br /&gt;
I want the personal experience.&lt;br /&gt;
Look into my heart, feel me&lt;br /&gt;
Look into my soul, feel me&lt;br /&gt;
Inspire me, inspiring you!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Shadow living is not healthy. I have lived in Truth&#39;s Shadow for years.&lt;br /&gt;
Afraid to want, knowing I will lose.&lt;br /&gt;
Afraid to ask, because vulnerability sucks.&lt;br /&gt;
I put myself out in vulnerable mode.&lt;br /&gt;
I am not afraid to be vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;
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Am I being authentically vulnerable?&lt;br /&gt;
Or, am I vulnerable for Shock Value?&lt;br /&gt;
Okay, yeah&lt;br /&gt;
I enjoy Shock VALUE.&lt;br /&gt;
No one expects ME to be THAT vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;
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I went on a date, a couple of weeks ago. Normally, I expose my vulnerability via conversation prior to a date. This time, I wanted to meet and feel the date without pre-conceived emotions. A blank slate.&lt;br /&gt;
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Small talk and Dirty Martini&#39;s&lt;br /&gt;
Atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;
Darkly well dressed&lt;br /&gt;
Mutual attraction&lt;br /&gt;
A kiss&lt;br /&gt;
A smoke&lt;br /&gt;
Hand in Hand, walking&lt;br /&gt;
Eyes downcast&lt;br /&gt;
Sadness&lt;br /&gt;
Questions asked&lt;br /&gt;
Questions answered&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to be wanted&lt;br /&gt;
For the woman I am&lt;br /&gt;
Know me,&lt;br /&gt;
The Woman.&lt;br /&gt;
I am a life waker&lt;br /&gt;
An Earth Shaker&lt;br /&gt;
Soul Mender&lt;br /&gt;
Ever mending&lt;br /&gt;
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We have another date for Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know what is gonna happen and I am okay with opening myself in a new way.&lt;br /&gt;
I know what I want.&lt;br /&gt;
I know what I don&#39;t want.&lt;br /&gt;
This person is one I will enjoy knowing for as long as we know one another.&lt;br /&gt;
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Back to the New Moon thing.&lt;br /&gt;
I am ending the pattern held for many years.&lt;br /&gt;
I am owning my authenticity.&lt;br /&gt;
I will pattern mySELF after the strength living in WOMAN!&lt;br /&gt;
I will continue to wake the world!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Whether I fall in love, soon or never.&lt;br /&gt;
I am Like a Rolling Stone.&lt;br /&gt;
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To Heal or not to Heal....&lt;br /&gt;
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healing hurts.&lt;br /&gt;
I know because I am in a constant state of healing.&lt;br /&gt;
Tonight, at the Full Moon Meditation, I focused on my healing.&lt;br /&gt;
I focused on my need to have such an amazing healing.&lt;br /&gt;
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The entire room was swirling in a vortex of energy and I was not alone in the healing need. Everyone has a Healing need. Does healing become grander the more intense the disease? No. No. Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Healing is as Healing does.&lt;br /&gt;
To those who embrace Healing&#39;s humble grace, I salute you. Yes...I salute you.&lt;br /&gt;
From the Broken Hearted to those with illness and death....&lt;br /&gt;
You who embrace the pain and nurture Healing, SALUTE!!&lt;br /&gt;
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The Full Moon Meditation was about healing. Holding hands, one hand to give and another to receive. The energy was beautiful and intense while we said Mantra&#39;s together and separate one to another.&lt;br /&gt;
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We rose up with hearts lying bare to the energy living in the room, tears came to my eyes and sadness forming around my heart...I felt myself lift away as time became nothing.&lt;br /&gt;
I listened to the subtle shift in sound as vibrations changed....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Compassion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Compassion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Compassion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I have a NEED&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;We hear your NEED&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Thank you, I am grateful .....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;The words above, were not the words spoken....&lt;br /&gt;
The words above were intoned in the vibrations all around the room....&lt;br /&gt;
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As I was leaving, a woman handed me her card...and on the back were the words...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Feel the powerful flow of source energy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;YOU&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;calling the rest of you forward!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Yep... I feel it!!!&lt;br /&gt;
and to honor myself and my gut instinct...&lt;br /&gt;
I am looking directly at my pain.&lt;br /&gt;
I am looking directly at my disease....&lt;br /&gt;
Sitting still and feeling all the nuances belonging therein&lt;br /&gt;
I am healed....&lt;br /&gt;
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The pain&lt;br /&gt;
The heartache&lt;br /&gt;
The trust&lt;br /&gt;
The sadness&lt;br /&gt;
The fear&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I want physical proof&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I need physical proof&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;So...until then, I will envision all I AM, as I AM......&lt;br /&gt;
there...... yeah.... there, I AM....&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/feeds/1757282432595888802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2014/08/to-heal-or-not-to-heal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/1757282432595888802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/1757282432595888802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2014/08/to-heal-or-not-to-heal.html' title='To Heal or not to Heal....'/><author><name>DarkMoonDona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09217303425547334860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijLtad-aUKMZh20zhQg4fB_c5rYcu6OsuguBXAHJgItpU0q5ivHeuJQJDVTWC2CJ1EfMFfaqU0PD6X9SYwouFAL2JaVhNF6i9bn_yNFk7y3s3JNzAszQ-VOlK9V2Xt6CsNcm6Cu6ib4XM/s72-c/healing-hurt.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096300047941400937.post-2780249348777623995</id><published>2014-06-30T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2014-06-30T11:47:30.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'> I Love You Too</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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Really,&lt;br /&gt;
I Love You, Too...&lt;br /&gt;
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I have never liked hearing those words. Where are the REAL feelings?&lt;br /&gt;
I say, I Love YOU....and the response is a quick i love you, too...From family to friends and even lovers... I Love You, too...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I remember hearing I Love You, from an ex... he looked at me deeply and said, &quot;I Love You&quot;... I returned the depth while looking in his eyes... I said, &quot;I Love YOU.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Whoa... right then, I realized my words impact.. He smiled and said, &quot; I like how you said that.&quot; Our hearts connected. I touched him in a way he had never been touched before. His response to my words invoked awareness. I want to hear someone say words to me with the same impact and I want to speak with meaning! I Love YOU.&lt;br /&gt;
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Do people realize the importance words have on our lives? To every part of life, there is a word. Words breathe and create life. The intent behind the spoken word is the difference between a curse and well-being. I speak and FIRE pours from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Ex and I are no longer a part of one another&#39;s lives and still the echoed words remain.&lt;br /&gt;
He knows. I know.&lt;br /&gt;
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Speak from your heart and let your words breathe fire. Do not say words without meaning, there is no life in meaningless words.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today, I feel bereft.&lt;br /&gt;
I am not in the mood for meaningless words. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today, I seek truth.&lt;br /&gt;
I seek fire in words.&lt;br /&gt;
I seek REAL WORDS.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hurt me, make me FEEL!!&lt;br /&gt;
I want the heart to speak&lt;br /&gt;
Life to form&lt;br /&gt;
Words backed by feeling&lt;br /&gt;
Words backed by truth&lt;br /&gt;
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In this moment, I have tears in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
Real Tears.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have no words to speak out loud&lt;br /&gt;
My heart is breathing fire&lt;br /&gt;
My soul is a tidal wave&lt;br /&gt;
My words will thrill you&lt;br /&gt;
Enchant you&lt;br /&gt;
and Make you FEEL&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I need to hear words from another...&lt;br /&gt;
Words breathing fire&lt;br /&gt;
From a soul riding a tidal wave&lt;br /&gt;
Thrill me&lt;br /&gt;
Enchant me&lt;br /&gt;
Make me FEEL&lt;br /&gt;
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Right now, in this moment...&lt;br /&gt;
I need to FEEL.&lt;br /&gt;
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Remember this. The next time someone says, I Love You. ...&lt;br /&gt;
Respond with, I Love YOU...&lt;br /&gt;
forget the &quot;too&quot;....&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/feeds/2780249348777623995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2014/06/i-love-you-too.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/2780249348777623995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/2780249348777623995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2014/06/i-love-you-too.html' title=' I Love You Too'/><author><name>DarkMoonDona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09217303425547334860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ORCxSw3UUcn7CadlTfGsU2_os0TkJsweypnSH_kHB-LnHd_h6s5oTLXE3JgEYilXgc8Oa2QPBaUqpdybB4Q1kKT2KAD2-7fxmAIQ3Lx6ri-iJBaExFAE1rKo5BfhlhzUvceO6Y2YHL4L/s72-c/Music-Girl-First-Love-Fire-Wallpaper.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096300047941400937.post-8841570627158913426</id><published>2014-02-03T14:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2014-02-03T14:43:41.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today&#39;s Vision</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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I am emotional.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I wonder, where is my person?&lt;/div&gt;
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I reached out to the Light and asked.&lt;/div&gt;
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I saw a most beautiful female, filled with radiant power mixed with compassion&lt;/div&gt;
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She held her left hand to her midriff pointing down and her right hand above her head trickling light and comfort down to me…&lt;/div&gt;
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This light and comfort fell upon my head and infused my core being.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I watched my heart being squeezed and scrubbed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Cleansed and the old blood forced out to make room for the new.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I watched the light go through me and scrub where I am dark&lt;/div&gt;
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Clean where I am fearful….&lt;/div&gt;
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I asked again, why am I alone? Where is MY love?&lt;/div&gt;
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She showed me a line of people who love me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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People whose lives I have touched and been an amazing part of…&lt;/div&gt;
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They all love me and I love them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The line was endless before me and beyond me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I looked within myself, and considered love…&lt;/div&gt;
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I don’t know…and that is all, I do not know.&lt;/div&gt;
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I need the sunrise and the sunset.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The tender touch and the iron fist&lt;/div&gt;
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I looked to her again and asked,&lt;/div&gt;
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What did I ask for, in this life?&lt;/div&gt;
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Did I ask for this?&lt;/div&gt;
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To be a healer .. to be alone?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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To love so many and be loved in return without having a connection?&lt;/div&gt;
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and then, my client came out of my massage room and said to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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My mom is dying of cancer and her time is close.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I needed this, today&lt;/div&gt;
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This is nice, to receive and not have to give…&lt;/div&gt;
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You have to be receiving from someone to be able to give so much…&lt;/div&gt;
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Tears fell from my eyes. I am still crying.&lt;/div&gt;
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I do not know how to be any other way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am compassionate&lt;/div&gt;
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I give&lt;/div&gt;
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I give&lt;/div&gt;
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I give&lt;/div&gt;
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I feel good about all I am&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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the answer, is no… I do not receive very often.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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My source is the Highest source.. I go to the Light.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I go to my inner realm, to the place where time does not exist&lt;/div&gt;
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and there, I seek my help.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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There, I seek my soul…&lt;/div&gt;
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I seek guidance and healing with the source of all connections&lt;/div&gt;
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and there…in the inner realm, I am connected.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/feeds/8841570627158913426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2014/02/todays-vision.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/8841570627158913426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/8841570627158913426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2014/02/todays-vision.html' title='Today&#39;s Vision'/><author><name>DarkMoonDona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09217303425547334860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096300047941400937.post-5167419722114613251</id><published>2013-12-12T12:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2013-12-12T12:46:47.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bad Rim Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Yesterday morning, I awoke to a flat tire.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is the beginning of the bad rim job story.&lt;br /&gt;
This is the beginning of the lesson belonging to my mother&#39;s role in my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, I have been struggling with accepting her affection; her love..I don&#39;t know how to accept those emotions, from her or from anyone, really...and now, I am learning...Acceptance has always been there, my perception to how I accept affection has been tainted. This Bad Rim Job is showing me how I am able to change MY &lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;perception&lt;/span&gt; to MY &lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;acceptance&lt;/span&gt; of affection.&lt;br /&gt;
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My mom sent me a text message to tell me my the left back tire on my car, was flat. My response, &quot;OK, Fuck!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
I was hoping she was wrong. Yeah, She was not wrong. I looked out the window and sure enough, my back left tire was flat. I made a little coffee and a little breakfast, sat down to eat and asked my mom to help me change the tire so I could take the tire up and get it fixed a a local tire shop.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is where my perception is screwed. I didn&#39;t ask to borrow her truck. I automatically assumed she would let me use her truck. She immediately put on warmer clothes to help me with the tire changing. No questions, not grumpiness... she simply helped me, because I asked. I accepted her help, easily. Am I able to accept her affection, just as easily...why have I made this sooooo difficult? &lt;br /&gt;
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With teamwork, we were able to get the tire off of the car. I rolled the tire to her truck and threw it in the back. She gave me her keys and away I went.&lt;br /&gt;
No questions. I accepted her keys. I accepted her truck. This is easy. Accepting the physical parts of life. The reality is, even though I do not feel like I take advantage of situations, I do take advantage of her love for me. I expect her love to be there even when I do not accept her affection.&lt;br /&gt;
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My childhood is not blurry. I did receive a limited amount of affection. The crazy thing, is...there was also a limited amount of physical items. Why do I make receiving the physical aspects of life easy, when the emotional is more fulfilling. Have I become superficial? I don&#39;t believe so, but... I have made affection&#39;s reception, superficial.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, here I am. Driving my mom&#39;s pick up truck to the tire shop. The tire guy says, &quot;sorry, this tire is not fixable, but I do have a used tire I can sell you, for $40.&quot; I smile and nod in agreement. Sigh with relief and go sit in the truck to wait...Five minutes later, the tire guy comes to the truck window and lets me know that he cannot fix the tire due to the rim. The rim is bent and a tire will not seal on a bent rim. He gives me the information to purchase a new/used rim or to have my rim fixed. the cost is between $110-$125... I cried. lots of tears. Frustrated. Extremely frustrated. I have so much faith in how the Universe provides and then something new comes along and BAM... I cry, because I get tired of the trouble. I am tired of money problems. I am tired of working so hard and spending money on car repair. Meanwhile, my mom texted to find out how everything was going and I let her know. I didn&#39;t mention to her that the rim had to be purchased at another location and upon arrival at home, she was ready to come out and help put the tire back on my car.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here, once again...she was prepared to help me. I stormed passed her, went to my bedroom and began making calls to places for a new/used rim and to a place to repair my bad rim. I decided to go with the business that straightens bent rims. I went out to the kitchen and told my mom what was going on and that I needed to drive to Blue Springs to drop the rim off and then I would head on to work. I, of course was crying and fuming at my lack of luck and she said, &quot;Dona, calm down.&quot;... really. Seriously. Do not tell me to calm down. I proceeded to let her know that I was not yelling at her, my tears are a response to my anger and stress at the situation and I needed to feel this emotion, to get passed the emotion.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here, once again is where my perception is screwed. Why is the response to anger and frustration or stress easier to accept than affection or love? I am able to deal with all the other emotions in my life and yet, I choose to bypass love and affection. Writing this, is beginning to change how I perceive affection. Awareness is the beginning. The Bad Rim Job is teaching me one heck of a lesson. Okay, so I am crying, real tears...&lt;br /&gt;
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Back to the Rim. I dropped it off and went to work, finished work and drove home. My Rim was supposed to be ready this morning. I called work to let them know I would be late. I intended on picking up the rim and &amp;nbsp;taking it back to the tire place and having that used tire mounted and going home to put the tire on the car and head into work. Seemed simple enough, until I called the Rim place. I was told my Rim was not only bent, but cracked and they would have to order in another rim. The new rim will not be in until sometime this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;
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I cried a few tears and considered how lucky I really am. I could have had a blow out or the rim could &amp;nbsp;have broken while I was driving and none of this happened. I am safe. My son is safe. My life is intact. So, I have to get a new rim and a new/used tire. Learn a lesson about affection/love and how my perception has been screwed. I am able to sigh with real relief. I am thankful for all the good things happening in my life. I am thankful for the Bad Rim Job.&lt;br /&gt;
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Next, I will actually accept the affection/love which has always been there...by altering my perception.&lt;br /&gt;
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And, hopefully....my tire will be all good by at least tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/feeds/5167419722114613251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2013/12/the-bad-rim-job.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/5167419722114613251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/5167419722114613251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2013/12/the-bad-rim-job.html' title='The Bad Rim Job'/><author><name>DarkMoonDona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09217303425547334860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096300047941400937.post-6970562404058221654</id><published>2013-10-21T13:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-10-21T13:56:02.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vagina Voice </title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Woman tho I am, &lt;br&gt;
Feel me sing &lt;br&gt;
Listen to me dream &lt;br&gt;
Woman tho I am. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;What is the vagina voice? &lt;br&gt;
I am a woman. &lt;br&gt;
I have a voice with a dream &lt;br&gt;
I have a need with a purpose &lt;br&gt;
I have a desperation with an exact intent &lt;br&gt;
What does my voice say? &lt;br&gt;
What did my voice do? &lt;br&gt;
My vagina has needs&lt;br&gt;
Not all are sexual needs &lt;br&gt;
My love connects from my vagina to my heart &lt;br&gt;
When I breastfed my son, I felt a pleasure inside my vagina.&amp;nbsp; Not a sexual pleasure, a satisfied pleasure. Something right was happening. The pleasure traveled up to my heart and warmth poured out as I embraced my nursing child.&amp;nbsp; This love is a deep love, a fulfilling pleasure.&amp;nbsp; How often do we grasp for this love, this pleasure and we are not sated. We close or heart to the pleasure of love and the voice.&amp;nbsp; We accept the in-adequate feeling convincing ourselves THIS is acceptable.&amp;nbsp; THIS is what I get.&amp;nbsp; THIS is what I deserve.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;
We do not speak with our vagina voice.&amp;nbsp; We don&#39;t say, &quot;I need to feel&quot;...&quot; I need more &quot;...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;
I want to feel you touch my heart while you touch my vagina.&amp;nbsp; Touch my mind, soul and physical body all at the same time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;
Speak from your vagina.&amp;nbsp; Speak from your intuition and your pleasure center, feel your heart sing out from your vagina.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;LOVE and Live with pleasure...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;5/20/&lt;u&gt;13&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/feeds/6970562404058221654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2013/10/the-vagina-voice.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/6970562404058221654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/6970562404058221654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2013/10/the-vagina-voice.html' title='The Vagina Voice '/><author><name>DarkMoonDona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09217303425547334860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096300047941400937.post-223281394564011690</id><published>2013-09-16T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-09-17T15:22:17.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On This Harvest Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;The full moon is a time to release what no longer serves you, or what you no longer need in your life or an aspect of yourself that you have outgrown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;To Harvest, is to REAP what you have sown…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;To bring in the fruit of your labor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;To separate the Wheat from the Chaff….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;To prepare for the Winter, the barren time…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;To begin, Center yourself and clear the clutter within.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Meditate upon the sounds all around and begin to&amp;nbsp;separate&amp;nbsp;each&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;sound from one another.&lt;br /&gt;
This Harvest moon, the Full Moon is in Pisces and this is a time of free flowing emotional energy!&lt;br /&gt;
Let the emotional energy flow in and throughout your body, mind and soul!! Be filled with love!&lt;br /&gt;
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Consider the moment.&lt;br /&gt;
Consider the day.&lt;br /&gt;
Consider the week, the month and the past year!&lt;br /&gt;
Look through time and consider your life; your minutes…ask yourself,&lt;br /&gt;
What have I learned?&lt;br /&gt;
What have I learned?&lt;br /&gt;
What have I outgrown?&lt;br /&gt;
What baggage am I holding onto, in my life? Be it emotional or physical….&lt;br /&gt;
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Begin the process of separating what is no longer serving you in this time period. Life is about living in the now. To be in the present we learn from the past and release. We move ahead without the excess baggage belonging to another life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Next, write down your life lessons and give thanks for the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;
Write down what is not serving you in this time.&lt;br /&gt;
Visualize a broom sweeping and dusting your mind&#39;s corners...&lt;br /&gt;
Be thankful&lt;br /&gt;
Be thankful&lt;br /&gt;
Be thankful&lt;br /&gt;
Let the baggage go. Set the paper on fire, wash the burnt pieces away with water and let them fertilize the soil…&lt;br /&gt;
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Prepare for celebration! Prepare for the bountiful harvest!&lt;br /&gt;
The good fruits of your labor to fill you with love and mercy!!&lt;br /&gt;
Illuminate your mind!&lt;br /&gt;
Create change for balance…&lt;br /&gt;
Burdens released, I step forward with the life&#39;s living fruit!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I give to receive and receive to give again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Personalize your Full moon ceremony. There is no right way. There is no wrong way. Be filled with love, your way is the right way!&lt;br /&gt;
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I enjoy lighting candles and incense outside under the moon~sometimes I incorporate water…sometimes earth… sometimes only fire… sometimes all!&lt;br /&gt;
There are times when I want to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;
There are times when my son and I have the ceremony, together…&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes friends come over and we all stand around a fire.. we each speak our words out loud, we cry and laugh and hug… we burn our words in the fire… we drink wine or beer…or water…&lt;br /&gt;
Other times, I will have a friend on speakerphone and we will do a moon ceremony together but separate…&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes, I dance…&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes, I sing…&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes, I do both!&lt;br /&gt;
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I am spiritual, not religious. I have tailored my moon ceremonies to my way of life. My beliefs. I urge you to do the same. Whether you pray to a god, goddess or nature… make This Time, your time…&lt;br /&gt;
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Under The Harvest Moon!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/feeds/223281394564011690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2013/09/on-this-harvest-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/223281394564011690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/223281394564011690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2013/09/on-this-harvest-moon.html' title='On This Harvest Moon'/><author><name>DarkMoonDona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09217303425547334860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIJcPyg7R_4Fw2h4zr1tGbkOUbbUC5OyN846qir-xDFgjjMYCBLHemxhDy8xqpXa9vyyURrxTP0jN-zYWFM0P_C-voo90nIZId6VltEM8VF7NX2QraUuq6b1uSG8W_s8D-fc-ik9IYCDvn/s72-c/2013-06-23+02.13.43-3.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096300047941400937.post-897308532641336341</id><published>2013-09-12T11:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2013-09-12T11:41:57.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love&#39;s Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;I have traveled the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;In search of truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;In search for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Across time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Across the&amp;nbsp;millennium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Many lives&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;I have touched upon the secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;I have witnessed the beauty in death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;I have tasted the bitterness in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Alone, I have walked far into the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Shadow, my sole companion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;This life, this time is not for solitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;This time,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;This life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;I am an love&#39;s angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Sending love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Receiving&amp;nbsp;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Teaching love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Be an angel of love, with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Send the light out into the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Brighten the path and love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Let mercy become your friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Let charity welcome hearts within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Breathe light, breathe love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Drink ambrosia&#39;s kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Dance in the wind&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Frolic with the grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Let me love you&lt;br /&gt;I will let you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Even if only for a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Love proves to be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Love across time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Love across the&amp;nbsp;millennium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/feeds/897308532641336341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2013/09/loves-angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/897308532641336341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/897308532641336341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2013/09/loves-angel.html' title='Love&#39;s Angel'/><author><name>DarkMoonDona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09217303425547334860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096300047941400937.post-5580767626100542357</id><published>2013-09-05T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-09-05T17:41:05.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Embrace</title><content type='html'>Tasting your mouth&lt;br /&gt;
Lips touching lips and lips again&lt;br /&gt;
Tongues quenching the thirst, deep&lt;br /&gt;
Arms wrapped around arms&lt;br /&gt;
Arms intertwined with Legs&lt;br /&gt;
Hands holding hands and hands again&lt;br /&gt;
Embracing me&lt;br /&gt;
Embracing you&lt;br /&gt;
Embracing you&lt;br /&gt;
Hearts, Souls shatter&lt;br /&gt;
As the water fall flows&lt;br /&gt;
Plunging the depth, muscles quiver&lt;br /&gt;
Engaging one another and another again&lt;br /&gt;
Where does the pleasure end&lt;br /&gt;
Where does the pleasure begin&lt;br /&gt;
Holding your hand in mine&lt;br /&gt;
My hand caresses&lt;br /&gt;
Your hand pushes back a stray hair&lt;br /&gt;
I kiss your mouth&lt;br /&gt;
I kiss your mouth&lt;br /&gt;
Looking into your eyes, I see&lt;br /&gt;
Eyes looking back at me, smiling&lt;br /&gt;
Shared pleasure&lt;br /&gt;
Shared pleasure&lt;br /&gt;
Eyes closed tightly, feeling&lt;br /&gt;
Feeling, feeling&lt;br /&gt;
Open your eyes, sweet lover&lt;br /&gt;
Open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;
Watch and see&lt;br /&gt;
Watch your heart&lt;br /&gt;
Connect&lt;br /&gt;
Feel with your soul&lt;br /&gt;
And see with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;
There is where the truth lies&lt;br /&gt;
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Strings, strumming&lt;br /&gt;
Bow bridging&lt;br /&gt;
My life up and down&lt;br /&gt;
Singing, swaying&lt;br /&gt;
I move to the beat&lt;br /&gt;
I move to the rhythm&lt;br /&gt;
Tears fly and hearts bleed&lt;br /&gt;
The music continues&lt;br /&gt;
The dance unending&lt;br /&gt;
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Where do I pick up&lt;br /&gt;
A new beat&lt;br /&gt;
A new vibrato&lt;br /&gt;
How do I speed time&lt;br /&gt;
Faster than a 4/4 ratio&lt;br /&gt;
I need to sing&lt;br /&gt;
Yet the music carries me&lt;br /&gt;
Up, Down and around&lt;br /&gt;
Waltz with me&lt;br /&gt;
Waltz with me&lt;br /&gt;
While the strings play&lt;br /&gt;
The story my life sings.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/feeds/7400273204700472112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2013/09/strings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/7400273204700472112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/7400273204700472112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2013/09/strings.html' title='Strings'/><author><name>DarkMoonDona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09217303425547334860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGn7hWrD54cnXErMK84vMKZIdkz7EI4WWCRMwdENozmiuToPemeBATc1sJvYGMwHaNE89neahDIoFAgA_LxprGevSJcQmoiCE-7b89n_nq0KlIzp8BKmoCu_7IFZpklrBavdFRA1rxet1V/s72-c/2013-05-16+19.00.57.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096300047941400937.post-7648172849494913992</id><published>2013-07-31T14:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2013-07-31T14:16:53.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Louse Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night as I slept, I dreamt part of my scalp left side middle area of about an inch, itched. As I scratched my head, I found a Louse. All I could think is… How do I have LICE!!! In the dream I was transported to a time when my First Grade class was all checked for lice. I was called out as having the bugs. I had to sit in the hall and wait for my mom to pick me up. I had to wait a long time. Horrible feeling, like there was something wrong with me… and you know…all I could think is… My head doesn&#39;t itch. I don&#39;t have lice. So… My mom took me to the health department and I was rechecked, only to find out that I never had Lice. Only a bad case of dandruff. I remember feeling Numb. Embarrassed. Empty. Sitting in that quiet hallway, alone. Quite the experience for a little 6 year old.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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In this dream, I felt all those emotions and wondered how the heck did I get these bugs. How did I not know or feel them sooner. How was I gonna walk in to a drug store and pick up Lice Shampoo and not feel like I have the Plague. I felt empty and let go of all my emotions. The only way to handle the bugs, is to just do it. Get it over with.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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In part of the dream, I wondered…How long can I get away with having the bugs before people begin to notice. Can I hide them? Can I go through my days with the bugs and be MYSELF? The answer is no. Hiding something is not the way for me. Covering up for another, is not the way for me. I cannot truly be my Self when a parasite is affecting my life. Lice travel from person to person. Before long, I would be spreading the parasite and causing problems in other lives because I did not handle the situation in my own life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I do have allot of responsibilities. &amp;nbsp;I do feel pulled in many directions. Torn in my responsibilities and in what I want. I do cater to myself when possible and shut down emotionally when the parasites in life begin to suck. I forget myself and go through the motions. Some situations are not for me and now is the time for me to see the parasite and quit being a host. Once the host is dry, the parasite moves on. Consider this… How does PLEASING everyone benefit me? When I am dried up and unable to give….They (collectively) move on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Consider, &quot;Well-Meaning&quot; People. Yes, they do mean well. They really do. Remember, their meaning is not your meaning. Their need is not your need. Their reason for sucking you dry, has nothing to do with you. Release them. They will find a new host. They always do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Consider yourself. Are you asking for too much from another? Have you become the parasite? Look into your meaning. Look into your needs and release yourself into your life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Life is about lessons. Learning and creating a better you. Examine your life. Discover your Self. Deepen your ability to be a greater YOU!&lt;/div&gt;
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Daily, I work on my Self. I want to be the best person, possible. To me and everyone I am associated with…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am not the Best Person, yet… I am a work in progress and I will always find the lessons life offers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Our mother is a different kind of person. Every thing she does is to serve her. She knows my sister doesn&#39;t eat pork. Well, guess what was on the menu. Nothing but pork. No one sees her, the way my sister and I do. No one really knows the bull shit residing in her.&lt;br /&gt;
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The day before my birthday, she brings her entire storage unit of boxes to my house. I have a small house. No room for storage. Everything is in the yard and on my front porch. She said she was going to go thru the boxes and throw away things, sell things and then give away things that didn&#39;t sell. So far, her keep pile is large. On my birthday, she was still going thru boxes...she depressed HERSELF and told me that she didn&#39;t do anything for my actual birthday because she was sad about all the things she read in the boxes. Dead people&#39;s belongings. Like bills and crap from long dead relatives. Those things should have been thrown away long ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m just hurt because she didn&#39;t consider me at all. I do everything for her. Everything. And I am still having trouble with her lack of considering me. When I always consider her. I would really love for her to move out of my house. She is the one person who irks me. Who stresses me.&lt;br /&gt;
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And then I feel bad. Am I supposed to be more compassionate? More patient? How do I heal from this? She has an inability to reach my expectations of a mom. My expectations have always been low, for her...but I always keep this hope...&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t even know that I want to see all the lessons in this..except, I will aspire to be amazing and caring to all in my life. Without her inability, I would not have my abilities.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am still hurt and mad.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/feeds/7002719932969288780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2013/07/turning-40.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/7002719932969288780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/7002719932969288780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2013/07/turning-40.html' title='Turning 40'/><author><name>DarkMoonDona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09217303425547334860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096300047941400937.post-5910901801413436701</id><published>2013-07-03T01:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2013-07-03T01:53:50.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little something about KARMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: #990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;KARMA defined~ the force generated by a person&#39;s actions held in Hinduism and Buddhism to perpetuate transmigration and in its ethical consequences to determine the nature of the person&#39;s next existence.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/karma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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To transmigrate is to go from one state of existence, to another. So many people &quot;get&quot; the whole concept of KARMA, wrong. I often see posts on social websites about the negativity of a persons actions and how KARMA will bite them in the ass. How is having a negative attitude toward another human being going to benefit you during your transmigration from Earth to your next existence. KARMA is not handled in this life. A person&#39;s way of being will be handled in-between lives and metered out in a personal way as depicted by the soul in question and warranted in their next life. KARMA is a personal way of keeping your spiritual life in check.&lt;br /&gt;
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What I would like to see, is some positive connotations placed upon this word, KARMA. When you see someone doing something fantastic, comment upon the awesomeness and how KARMA is cool! Good KARMA is beautiful! Leave the judgments behind. Leave the negativity behind. Let us raise our energetic awareness to a point where we change the energy surrounding us. Turn negative energy to positive energy. Let us raise our own KARMIC awareness and let others join in on the energy train.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Here is an example of a post I would like to see changed to something with KARMIC approval…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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One, Ignorant people do not realize anything. The definition of ignorant is~~~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: #990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;a :&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class=&quot;d_link&quot; href=&quot;http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/destitute&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;destitute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;of knowledge or education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;vi&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&amp;lt;an&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;ignorant&lt;/em&gt;society&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;also&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;lacking knowledge or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;d_link&quot; href=&quot;http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/comprehension&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;comprehension&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;of the thing specified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;vi&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&amp;lt;parents&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;ignorant&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;of modern mathematics&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;The&amp;nbsp;definition shows the ignorance and vindictive nature of the person who&amp;nbsp;created this diatribe. Let us&amp;nbsp;watch&amp;nbsp;our words and energy we put out in the world. I also hear folks say, KARMA is a bitch. I disagree. KARMA is not a bitch. KARMA IS what KARMA is to be, subjective and &amp;nbsp;personalized.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;Let us take time to watch our SELVES and feel the magic of who we are and how we are&amp;nbsp;changing the world!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;Much love to you and you and you!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;Dona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/feeds/5910901801413436701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2013/07/a-little-something-about-karma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/5910901801413436701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/5910901801413436701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2013/07/a-little-something-about-karma.html' title='A little something about KARMA'/><author><name>DarkMoonDona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09217303425547334860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTEZgHDGIZfW5Ru6-vQFeHpSrJkL7jVY5G-6Dri8Gd4RcvHZHD5Ki3hyphenhyphenKyjg0N2OQaF_6JylB7P_32xOF53zkgeOUdpBueRWHlbWkUpFnBxH1rPhTr9nRhu6wZkBALPMWBsoEUlOTAikRR/s72-c/220px-Reincarnation_AS.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096300047941400937.post-6075267730708016880</id><published>2013-06-18T10:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-06-18T10:17:26.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Soul</title><content type='html'>In walks this woman&lt;br /&gt;
With her soul in her hands&lt;br /&gt;
A little bit of darkness&lt;br /&gt;
Her light shines&lt;br /&gt;
Essence of tragedy&lt;br /&gt;
Her soul beams&lt;br /&gt;
See her walk in&lt;br /&gt;
With her soul in her hands&lt;br /&gt;
There you find a woman&lt;br /&gt;
Made. Not Born&lt;br /&gt;
Birth cannot make this&lt;br /&gt;
Tragic Darkness shine&lt;br /&gt;
Her soul sings, divine&lt;br /&gt;
Her soul is terrifying&lt;br /&gt;
Her soul is alive&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/feeds/6075267730708016880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2013/06/her-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/6075267730708016880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/6075267730708016880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2013/06/her-soul.html' title='Her Soul'/><author><name>DarkMoonDona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09217303425547334860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096300047941400937.post-7731215227604348546</id><published>2013-06-17T00:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-06-17T00:42:16.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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My human side is crying, tonight&lt;/div&gt;
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I need to see my soul&lt;/div&gt;
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Look deeply within my own eyes and see&lt;/div&gt;
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All the lessons pertaining to me.&lt;/div&gt;
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My soul is ancient&lt;/div&gt;
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My heart is new&lt;/div&gt;
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My spirit sings in breathlessness&lt;/div&gt;
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My spirit sings to me&lt;/div&gt;
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Comforts my aching humanity&lt;/div&gt;
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How do I remember the dreams in my soul&lt;/div&gt;
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How do I remember my place in life&lt;/div&gt;
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How do I get past this mortal flesh and live, again&lt;/div&gt;
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My Human side is crying, tonight&lt;/div&gt;
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My Soul is holding onto me, tight&lt;/div&gt;
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Ancient fire burning bright&lt;/div&gt;
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Ancient answers living inside&lt;/div&gt;
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Ancient, I am ancient&lt;/div&gt;
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I am here for a purpose&lt;/div&gt;
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For a message&lt;/div&gt;
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A human who does not exist.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Oh, stay my heart from tears&lt;/div&gt;
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Quiet my human burning&lt;/div&gt;
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Quiet the story my flesh sings&lt;/div&gt;
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Let me complete my purpose&lt;/div&gt;
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The design I designed, just for me&lt;/div&gt;
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My human side is crying, tonight&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/feeds/7731215227604348546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2013/06/human-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/7731215227604348546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/7731215227604348546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2013/06/human-heart.html' title='Human Heart'/><author><name>DarkMoonDona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09217303425547334860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_QakdJw-PA_IhATCDE8oforgR5t66uyE3cH8J4E09D2UHa2ce6Poe_pczNN3JfH40LDWvnQZeY8b9xx6DXa3NiVW7yZAFSByglH3HvkAAlbmSJhAZqZAbCJfwR70C2Rh8rQKLtLDR2FUF/s72-c/Photo+on+2-8-13+at+6.23+PM.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096300047941400937.post-2500693897873028701</id><published>2013-06-10T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-06-10T13:46:28.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple of Visual Meditations </title><content type='html'>I enjoy meditation and seeking the inner realms. One night during a meditation, this is what I saw.&lt;br /&gt;
01/02/13&lt;br /&gt;
I saw a woman upon a dais. Wearing sky satin blue with the symbol of a left-sided crescent moon and a circle, between them.. two arrows. One pointing up and the other pointing down. Very similar to the symbol I use in my artist signature. CXO…only her way feels right and my way was not correct, it was close but now I know my sigil.&lt;br /&gt;
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She had a baby. She was Royal&lt;br /&gt;
Dark hair and green eyes. She wore the crescent moon upon her forehead-a band around her head.&lt;br /&gt;
She was lovely and graceful and loved the child. The dais was opulent and luxurious.&lt;br /&gt;
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A lion gave me my sword, from his mouth came my protection.&lt;br /&gt;
the sword was placed upon my hands&lt;br /&gt;
The lion spoke to me-of my protection, of my courage and of my valor&lt;br /&gt;
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I saw smoke rolling and fire behind me, I was short and seeing through the eyes of a child, saved-the only survivor by a man and a woman in a carriage&lt;br /&gt;
I was told that I have always been alone&lt;br /&gt;
never feeling as tho I belong&lt;br /&gt;
I have sought the sigil of protection many times, I am a seeker and a finder.&lt;br /&gt;
I always find what I seek.&lt;br /&gt;
Even tho I am alone, I am not really alone, not ever because I always find what I need. In this, I am protected.&lt;br /&gt;
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this evening of the third morning of the fourth, I seek my sigil, my protection, the meaning.&lt;br /&gt;
01/04/13&lt;br /&gt;
As I begin, I lie before me Rock of Earth, Crystal as water, Candle as fire and incense as air. Manuscripts of sigils and symbols, pen, pencil, journal of the angels, a wand and selenite. Including my hand written journal. Around my neck is my male/female athame set. To begin the circle, I will use a thin knitted scarf, woven by me, connected.&lt;br /&gt;
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Within the knitted circle&lt;br /&gt;
Sit I&lt;br /&gt;
Strings woven&lt;br /&gt;
Interwoven Connecting all of life.&lt;br /&gt;
Air around me&lt;br /&gt;
Stir Round and round&lt;br /&gt;
Create a circle fair&lt;br /&gt;
Create a circle wide&lt;br /&gt;
Protect my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;
Protect my dreams&lt;br /&gt;
That I might see&lt;br /&gt;
A sigil about me&lt;br /&gt;
A sigil of my ancestry&lt;br /&gt;
Protection&lt;br /&gt;
Grounding&lt;br /&gt;
Inner Sight&lt;br /&gt;
Let this sigil be seen&lt;br /&gt;
So mote it be.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was a bit trepidations as I began my journey.&lt;br /&gt;
Flickering candlelight ans sandalwood incense, no music, only my breath and the ringing sound of silence with a higher octave of intention. I could see the flickering light behind closed eyes and almost felt the light was an interruption. I saw myself waking into a meadow where my large oak tree lived and was my Asian bald man monk. in an orange robe, smiling at me and bidding me welcome. I had trouble staying there. yet, he was guiding me. I don&#39;t remember the worlds. flickering light and Adele&#39;s song &quot;Rolling in the deep&quot; kept playing in my head, then I went deeper within the higher octave ringing and my mind connected with greater expanse. Everything turned to liquid. Here, I was still hiding onto fear. Spider was there, leading me to connect mind to heart to greeter expanse. My heart beat with anticipation and fear of letting go. Spider said, you are holding tightly onto your fear. and I said, I know. And I yelled out my desires of all that I wanted and that I wasn&#39;t. Spider told my to trust. I said I would trust. Spider said let go of your protection and I let go. As I lied upon my bed, I gave myself to spider to lead me into the dream. Candles out, closed eyes and I could see her web. I could see her and her womb was painted with stars. She said come and I followed her into the dream. You don&#39;t have to be afraid. Do not use fear as your protection for it will bind your.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are a couple of visual meditations… I have more written down… There are some cool lessons within the visions… they have deep meaning for me. Basically how and &amp;nbsp;who I am is deeply interwoven in the visual meditations. Some may not fully &quot;get&quot; what I have written…and that is okay… The ones who will.. will.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/feeds/2500693897873028701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2013/06/a-couple-of-visual-meditations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/2500693897873028701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/2500693897873028701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2013/06/a-couple-of-visual-meditations.html' title='A couple of Visual Meditations '/><author><name>DarkMoonDona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09217303425547334860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096300047941400937.post-2380840851216937194</id><published>2013-05-12T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-05-12T17:15:43.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dead Are Living In My Mind Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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Memories like pictures fade&lt;/div&gt;
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The mind is awkward&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The mind is strong&lt;/div&gt;
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A scent of perfume&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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A lost love song&lt;/div&gt;
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A simple scarf around a neck&lt;/div&gt;
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A smile from one face to another&lt;/div&gt;
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I remember you&lt;/div&gt;
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I remember the first moment our eyes connected&lt;/div&gt;
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The way you walked in your heels&lt;/div&gt;
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The dress you were wearing&lt;/div&gt;
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So beautiful&lt;/div&gt;
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My surprise, when you smiled at me&lt;/div&gt;
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Your first hello&lt;/div&gt;
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Flashes of you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Flashes of you&lt;/div&gt;
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You and I, friends&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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We became friends that night&lt;/div&gt;
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You are alive in my mind, tonight&lt;/div&gt;
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Living and walking&lt;/div&gt;
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Breathing and being&lt;/div&gt;
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Your energy touching mine&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I feel&lt;/div&gt;
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Tangible words do not exist&lt;/div&gt;
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Because you smiled&lt;/div&gt;
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And I smiled&lt;/div&gt;
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We met and our lives collided&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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There is unfinished business between us&lt;/div&gt;
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You are dead and I am living&lt;/div&gt;
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Your energy is calling&lt;/div&gt;
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Your energy is a reminder&lt;/div&gt;
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A beautiful reminder&lt;/div&gt;
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My tears are for the loss&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Your awkward grace&lt;/div&gt;
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Your misshapen hands&lt;/div&gt;
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And tilted feet&lt;/div&gt;
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I remember you&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/feeds/2380840851216937194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2013/05/the-dead-are-living-in-my-mind-tonight.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/2380840851216937194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/2380840851216937194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2013/05/the-dead-are-living-in-my-mind-tonight.html' title='The Dead Are Living In My Mind Tonight'/><author><name>DarkMoonDona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09217303425547334860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096300047941400937.post-4517109846127561361</id><published>2013-04-25T17:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-04-25T17:51:04.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Path Of Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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The path of Woman&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And her way&lt;/div&gt;
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Her being&lt;/div&gt;
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Strength and beauty&lt;/div&gt;
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Determination and Triumph&lt;/div&gt;
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Where is her path&lt;/div&gt;
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Where does life begin&lt;/div&gt;
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Her Womb weeps tears&lt;/div&gt;
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Blood red tears&lt;/div&gt;
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Heart wrenching and Heart clenching&lt;/div&gt;
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Breathe in peace&lt;/div&gt;
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Breathe in hope&lt;/div&gt;
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Breathe in Death&lt;/div&gt;
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With Death we change&lt;/div&gt;
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We grow&lt;/div&gt;
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We become older&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Gracefully older&lt;/div&gt;
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Wisdom weeps&lt;/div&gt;
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Wisdom seeks&lt;/div&gt;
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Wisdom engages&lt;/div&gt;
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Love is in her hand&lt;/div&gt;
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Her hand holds many hands&lt;/div&gt;
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Those hands hold onto hearts&lt;/div&gt;
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Those hearts remain open&lt;/div&gt;
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Hear the song of woman&lt;/div&gt;
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Hear her song&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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She is peace&lt;/div&gt;
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She is beauty&lt;/div&gt;
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She is lovely&lt;/div&gt;
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Dance with her dream&lt;/div&gt;
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Around a fire&lt;/div&gt;
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With drums&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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We shall weep together&lt;/div&gt;
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We shall weep together&lt;/div&gt;
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We shall embrace one another&lt;/div&gt;
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Embracing the Time&lt;/div&gt;
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Embracing the World&lt;/div&gt;
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Embracing the Soul&lt;/div&gt;
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Hearts lifting up&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hearts lifting up&lt;/div&gt;
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yeah...&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/feeds/4517109846127561361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-path-of-woman.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/4517109846127561361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/4517109846127561361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-path-of-woman.html' title='The Path Of Woman'/><author><name>DarkMoonDona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09217303425547334860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgscmXLMWxSlmb41FlWRX7fXcLMEHY0vogWaQq0CWn72vy7YvNC1lKHwhOPIIm7OBfK_uDxkiV1azUu__fnSNfZOkPBwlJVo0ITSWTgEU3XQARp_uvE_LMIZvlFQJd_CxJkJB212YjZy1Xs/s72-c/2012-11-03+20.25.57.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096300047941400937.post-4359528151105014875</id><published>2013-04-15T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-04-15T01:20:10.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mourning Love&#39;s loss</title><content type='html'>I am still in mourning.&lt;br /&gt;
I am a bit angry because of the feelings.&lt;br /&gt;
I am sad.&lt;br /&gt;
I am not an unhappy person.&lt;br /&gt;
I ache, on the inside&lt;br /&gt;
for what could have been&lt;br /&gt;
For what isn&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;
For the memory,&lt;br /&gt;
The one that did not happen&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes, you understand and you understand and you understand&lt;br /&gt;
And then you still understand…&lt;br /&gt;
Until the understanding feels like an excuse…&lt;br /&gt;
I always tell what I feel&lt;br /&gt;
I always say to folks, what it is….inside me&lt;br /&gt;
The &quot;what is&quot; always seems to backfire.&lt;br /&gt;
Then the time comes, when I cannot say what I feel anymore&lt;br /&gt;
Because what I feel…doesn&#39;t really matter&lt;br /&gt;
What I feel is of no consequence…&lt;br /&gt;
I heard today, you will find someone, Dona..&lt;br /&gt;
You are sooooo beautiful…you have to have lots of folks knocking down your door…&lt;br /&gt;
no…&lt;br /&gt;
no…no&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;
Either I get scared…or they get scared&lt;br /&gt;
Or the relationship is taboo… yeah…freaking taboo.&lt;br /&gt;
How do you stop the mourning&lt;br /&gt;
When the ones you want, you see…often…&lt;br /&gt;
A look and a smile… a quick glance… and look away…remembering…&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t even be totally honest about the whole affair on here…&lt;br /&gt;
And I want to be…honest about it all…so bad…&lt;br /&gt;
How do I stop feeling the yearning, for what isn&#39;t?&lt;br /&gt;
How do I stop the feeling?&lt;br /&gt;
I really don&#39;t know.&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t have the answers… and I don&#39;t want to salve the wound with someone new&lt;br /&gt;
unless, that is what I need to do…no&lt;br /&gt;
And then I get scared…cause I want to say…something simple.. Like, I really miss you…&lt;br /&gt;
yet, I feel stupid in the whole act of saying those words…&lt;br /&gt;
Would the words mean the same to me as to the recipients?&lt;br /&gt;
I am really getting to old for this, for these feelings…&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t want to bury the emotions…&lt;br /&gt;
yet, I want to un-feel them… because I cannot see the fairness of my mourning when I do not know if I am being mourned in return….&lt;br /&gt;
how do I stop this mourning?&lt;br /&gt;
I cry… I write..&lt;br /&gt;
I cry…I draw..&lt;br /&gt;
I cry…I create wire-wrapped tree pendants&lt;br /&gt;
I cry…I create dream catchers&lt;br /&gt;
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and there…is nothing else…except lots of laundry and kitty litter…and a kid to raise and jobs to go to…and a car to drive and dogs to feed…and this life I live…and care for…on my own…&lt;br /&gt;
maybe I am lucky.&lt;br /&gt;
till I look around and see so many people together making life work…and then there is me…I do make my life work…I am tired of doing it alone…and tired of being loved as only a friend…I need to whole fricken thing…and I think I have lost the ability to have a real relationship…I never had the ability to have a real relationship…&lt;br /&gt;
so, here…I hide&lt;br /&gt;
Cover my wounds with tears&lt;br /&gt;
Cover my wounds with duct tape, so no one will see…&lt;br /&gt;
duct tape…yeah, I said duct tape…the pretty pink camouflage kind&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/feeds/4359528151105014875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2013/04/mourning-loves-loss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/4359528151105014875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/4359528151105014875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2013/04/mourning-loves-loss.html' title='Mourning Love&#39;s loss'/><author><name>DarkMoonDona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09217303425547334860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgscbpgQMhBiB8EwJWa1Kvq0OYok-50LdXz6ruAgnbJwwsOuCBKfPJQ-D9bi2cnNp7pm8PRQrmqrmmG_b0VhD9eWfQktIsaelL5EmEozxWddOtzQ7gTvWScDY6CBRmr48bJVaS0otyyZix/s72-c/$T2eC16N,!zcE9s4g09m3BQZ6CpOh-!~~60_35.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096300047941400937.post-7416276707507595659</id><published>2013-04-12T01:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2013-04-12T01:19:06.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Noteworthy-Light; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;A song Beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I feel a song beginning&lt;/div&gt;
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The birth of a new tune&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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A melody rich in caresses&lt;/div&gt;
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A heart deeply enriched in goodness&lt;/div&gt;
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I feel a song beginning.&lt;/div&gt;
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Connect me to your energetic waves&lt;/div&gt;
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An unmanned radio station, waiting&lt;/div&gt;
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An analog signal vibrating, silently&lt;/div&gt;
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Waiting for the time&lt;/div&gt;
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Waiting on the wire&lt;/div&gt;
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Antenna&#39;s perked and ready&lt;/div&gt;
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The signal long since…waiting&lt;/div&gt;
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Hear me now&lt;/div&gt;
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Oh roar in the night&lt;/div&gt;
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Hear me, I hear you beginning&lt;/div&gt;
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There is a note in the file&lt;/div&gt;
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A fire in the bookcase&lt;/div&gt;
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A song in the heart&lt;/div&gt;
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A toy in the chest&lt;/div&gt;
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A dog outside, wandering&lt;/div&gt;
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And I can hear your song beginning&lt;/div&gt;
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Words spoken, they don&#39;t matter to me&lt;/div&gt;
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I feel the intensity&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I feel your analog dream&lt;/div&gt;
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You are awake in my reality&lt;/div&gt;
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Connect me to your energetic waves&lt;/div&gt;
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An unmanned radio station, waiting&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Noteworthy-Light; font-size: 15px;&quot;&gt;
An analog signal vibrating, silently&lt;/div&gt;
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Waiting for the time&lt;/div&gt;
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Waiting on the wire.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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yeah…there is a song, beginning&lt;/div&gt;
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So, sing it already...&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/feeds/7416276707507595659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2013/04/a-song-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/7416276707507595659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/7416276707507595659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2013/04/a-song-beginning.html' title='A Song Beginning'/><author><name>DarkMoonDona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09217303425547334860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096300047941400937.post-6503080229436666617</id><published>2013-04-01T01:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-04-01T01:38:06.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jewel Of The Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Noteworthy-Light; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;Jewel of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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She is lost and alone&lt;/div&gt;
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Her heart is bare, open to the sky&lt;/div&gt;
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Listening, she sings a song lingering in tune&lt;/div&gt;
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Crying, she knows&lt;/div&gt;
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She is alone&lt;/div&gt;
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Her heart is empty&lt;/div&gt;
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Her heart is empty&lt;/div&gt;
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Her heart is empty&lt;/div&gt;
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Goddess singing&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Heart reeling&lt;/div&gt;
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Mother Earth listening&lt;/div&gt;
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Father Sky enchanting&lt;/div&gt;
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Raindrops dance upon the land&lt;/div&gt;
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Laughter ripples, the grass grows&lt;/div&gt;
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She turns round and round&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hair spinning all around&lt;/div&gt;
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Shaking her head to the sky&lt;/div&gt;
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Shaking her head to the earth&lt;/div&gt;
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Arms in the air&lt;/div&gt;
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Fists rocking as the vibrations enrich to her tune&lt;/div&gt;
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She feels the land&lt;/div&gt;
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Feels the life&lt;/div&gt;
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Hears the wind and feels the rain&lt;/div&gt;
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The sun breathes upon her neck&lt;/div&gt;
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The trees move&lt;/div&gt;
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Dancing to her beat&lt;/div&gt;
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Lightning flashes and Thunder roars&lt;/div&gt;
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The land lights up and the clouds Grow more&lt;/div&gt;
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She stomps her foot&lt;/div&gt;
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She stomps her foot&lt;/div&gt;
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Left then right then left again&lt;/div&gt;
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She moves to the tune living in the land&lt;/div&gt;
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Living in the sky&lt;/div&gt;
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She is life eternal&lt;/div&gt;
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She is a Jewel of the night&lt;/div&gt;
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She is a jewel of the night&lt;/div&gt;
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She reaches with heart and hands to the sky&lt;/div&gt;
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Surrender&lt;/div&gt;
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Surrender&lt;/div&gt;
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She surrenders to truth&lt;/div&gt;
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There, she curls within herself&lt;/div&gt;
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And sleeps with the earth.&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/feeds/6503080229436666617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2013/04/jewel-of-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/6503080229436666617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/6503080229436666617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2013/04/jewel-of-night.html' title='Jewel Of The Night'/><author><name>DarkMoonDona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09217303425547334860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096300047941400937.post-6447606063974196229</id><published>2013-03-01T19:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2013-03-01T19:41:07.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Feels Me</title><content type='html'>Music is my home.&lt;br /&gt;
The sound of music rippling all around my ears&lt;br /&gt;
I smile.&lt;br /&gt;
I feel the moment the music makes…&lt;br /&gt;
I feel love&lt;br /&gt;
I feel sadness&lt;br /&gt;
I feel the anger&lt;br /&gt;
and the happiness…&lt;br /&gt;
All the emotions of music live inside&lt;br /&gt;
Sweeping the corner and finding me&lt;br /&gt;
Finding my soul&lt;br /&gt;
Reflections and refractions of truth&lt;br /&gt;
Harsh realities spoken and music…oh, the music&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am kinda sad today&lt;br /&gt;
I am feeling the hurt again~of all the lost opportunities of love&lt;br /&gt;
I can say, all day long…I am seeking my forever..and my energy pushes away all the bullshit..&lt;br /&gt;
Well…is that bull shit?&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know how to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;
No one has ever expressed their love to me in a way that I am able to understand.&lt;br /&gt;
I know I am able to express my love~yet~I do not often express the emotion often&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Abandoned love, from a father. My father. He did not know how to accept me. My parents separated before my birth and divorced by the time I was 3 months old. He was not in my life. The unfortunate thing…I saw the love my father had for my older brother. I saw the lack of emotion he carried, for me. Not only &#39;&#39;saw&quot; it… I felt the lack, therein. I remember thinking in feelings…I didn&#39;t let it matter, because I did not know how to feel love for this man..this man who was sporadically involved in my life. This man who I was supposed to call Dad…and could not even form the words in my mind…I did not know how to say to him, &quot;hey Dad&quot;… Whenever I spoke of him, he was… My Real Dad… and that is how I thought of him. My Real Dad. The man who was responsible for my genetics. That was all.. I was empty on the inside, crippled emotionally…his love broken…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My mother abandoned me, emotionally when she married my step-father. He was a jealous man. She was afraid he would harm my brother and I if she showed us affection. At three years old and my mother abruptly ended all physical affection for my older brother and I.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I knew I was loved. I knew my love took second place. I did not feel important. I did not matter. I settled myself into this role. Into this way of being. I always took second place. Somehow, I justified the emotions. I never have felt important enough to be loved…and I have fallen into a pattern of taking the back seat.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, how do I love? How do I accept Love in Love&#39;s fullest form… Tonight, I hugged my mom for the first time in years.. because the feeling came upon me and said to hug her… we both needed the hug…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And see.. all this &quot;abandoned&quot; love.. I do not feel sorry for myself.. this isn&#39;t a feel sorry for Dona Rant.. it is just what it is.. the way I feel..in this moment…I love my son…and I show him, always.. I love my friends.. and sometimes..I show them how I feel…sometimes.. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had a dream of my ex again.. and we were together.. which is unacceptable. I awoke kinda mad that I even entertained the idea of being with him, in a dream… We had just had sex…and he asked to borrow my car….I asked if he was going to go see a woman in my car…and he said.. don&#39;t ask questions you don&#39;t want to know the answer to…and so, I asked him again…and he was honest with me..said yes.. I am going to see my wife… and I accepted it…because I am not important enough…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I want to be more than what was… because I am more than what was… so much more…&lt;br /&gt;
all of my past has conspired to create me to be an amazing woman.. I am amazing.. I am wonderful. I am worthy of love…love and loving…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am looking forward to the amazing.. because lately I have surrounded myself with working relationships.. people who are together and making their lives work because of how much they love one another.. I want that kind of love…for me and for the one who loves me… a mutual affection…respect…desire… I need to be involved with someone amazing…and I will never abandon the love for my son for the love of another…my own childhood taught me this important lesson…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/feeds/6447606063974196229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2013/03/music-feels-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/6447606063974196229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096300047941400937/posts/default/6447606063974196229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dona-lackey.blogspot.com/2013/03/music-feels-me.html' title='Music Feels Me'/><author><name>DarkMoonDona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09217303425547334860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096300047941400937.post-8717521281593830587</id><published>2013-02-07T10:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2013-02-07T10:42:22.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Shell</title><content type='html'>I am an empty shell&lt;br /&gt;
Empty&lt;br /&gt;
Fill me with your beauty&lt;br /&gt;
That I might know how to be&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know how to be&lt;br /&gt;
Who am I, really?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I travel this world, whispering&lt;br /&gt;
There are truths to know&lt;br /&gt;
There is a way to be&lt;br /&gt;
And I am empty&lt;br /&gt;
Unfilled and devoid of living matter&lt;br /&gt;
Who am I, really?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I do not feel anything&lt;br /&gt;
For anyOne&lt;br /&gt;
I do not care about your life&lt;br /&gt;
I do not know your life&lt;br /&gt;
There is only mine&lt;br /&gt;
Who am I, really?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There is this face&lt;br /&gt;
I wear&lt;br /&gt;
Daily I put on the mask&lt;br /&gt;
Of care and consideration&lt;br /&gt;
Daily, I pretend&lt;br /&gt;
Who am I, really?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I would like to think&lt;br /&gt;
I care&lt;br /&gt;
I want to be considerate&lt;br /&gt;
Yet, there is nothing inside&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing inside me&lt;br /&gt;
Who am I, really?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I feel the tragic beauty&lt;br /&gt;
Filling me and my soul&lt;br /&gt;
All I can do is feel the wonder&lt;br /&gt;
The compassionate beauty and cry&lt;br /&gt;
I cry out!&lt;br /&gt;
Who am I, REALLY?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How is it I feel&lt;br /&gt;
All this amazing love&lt;br /&gt;
And not know how to express love&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know how to be&lt;br /&gt;
How am I a vessel for love&lt;br /&gt;
Who am I, really?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You don&#39;t understand&lt;br /&gt;
I scream&lt;br /&gt;
You really don&#39;t understand&lt;br /&gt;
This love pouring within my heart&lt;br /&gt;
Debilitates me&lt;br /&gt;
Who am I, really?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wouldn&#39;t a pure vessel know&lt;br /&gt;
Wouldn&#39;t a pure soul realize&lt;br /&gt;
How to explain the light&lt;br /&gt;
How to be with the love&lt;br /&gt;
How to love other souls&lt;br /&gt;
Who am I, really?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shake me head&lt;br /&gt;
I shake my heart and body&lt;br /&gt;
I feel, always&lt;br /&gt;
I always feel this pure love&lt;br /&gt;
This love shakes me&lt;br /&gt;
Who am I, really?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To know this pure love&lt;br /&gt;
To feel this pureness&lt;br /&gt;
How do I feel for anyone else&lt;br /&gt;
Trapped in this rapture&lt;br /&gt;
Confined&lt;br /&gt;
Who am I, really?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Help me&lt;br /&gt;
Before I burst&lt;br /&gt;
Help me teach others how to feel&lt;br /&gt;
This amazing love&lt;br /&gt;
So that I can learn to love&lt;br /&gt;
Who am I, really?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am an Empty shell&lt;br /&gt;
Filled with light&lt;br /&gt;
Filled with love&lt;br /&gt;
Human&lt;br /&gt;
I am a Human&lt;br /&gt;
This is who I am, Really&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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I feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;
Your absent caress&lt;br /&gt;
How is it I long for you&lt;br /&gt;
How is it, I miss you&lt;br /&gt;
I have never even met you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I ache for your touch&lt;br /&gt;
Your tender look&lt;br /&gt;
Passion and desire&lt;br /&gt;
I remember what you feel like&lt;br /&gt;
As I hold you close&lt;br /&gt;
I remember in a dream&lt;br /&gt;
A dream of you&lt;br /&gt;
Holding me&lt;br /&gt;
Holding you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I keep the memory of you&lt;br /&gt;
Deep within my soul&lt;br /&gt;
My heart is tugging toward you&lt;br /&gt;
How is it I miss you&lt;br /&gt;
When I have not even met you&lt;br /&gt;
How is it I long for you&lt;br /&gt;
When I have never even touched your lips&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Kiss me deeply&lt;br /&gt;
My absent lover&lt;br /&gt;
Kiss me with passion&lt;br /&gt;
Hold me closely&lt;br /&gt;
Hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;
Remember me&lt;br /&gt;
Remember me&lt;br /&gt;
I ache for you&lt;br /&gt;
As you ache for me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Times caress connects our hearts&lt;br /&gt;
Times caress keeps us&lt;br /&gt;
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