<?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: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-3309609527683149140</id><updated>2012-01-11T12:59:22.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Inspiration: Living Out Loud</title><subtitle type='html'>I believe "all of us" are an inspiration when we are free and true to ourselves... I also believe that one of the most sophisticated and refined arts of our time is our own voice... And the day we all believe this, we will (collectively) soothe and heal each other... as we are "Modern Music".

-- Chana</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-3205786934448002853</id><published>2010-12-28T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T12:59:22.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In A Field of Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TRo_Qlfo8cI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/HzDUqGUy_3k/s1600/no.%2B1...%2Bfield-of-dreams-20090526013259824_640w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555822644490203586" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TRo_Qlfo8cI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/HzDUqGUy_3k/s320/no.%2B1...%2Bfield-of-dreams-20090526013259824_640w.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 180px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the year, I am happy to see me entering a new territory and dreaming again... (I hope that you are too). I have spent a lot time during my holiday break refocusing on my &lt;strong&gt;dreams...&lt;/strong&gt; as the whispering voice that said to Kevin Costner in this movie, “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you built it, he will come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”… also whispers to me... so I have started to build again -- in my Field of Dreams...&lt;br /&gt;In thinking about this today, I've wondered what &lt;em&gt;are &lt;/em&gt;our dreams but objectives... aspirations... plans... hopes... wishes and ideas... And how many of us have actually started building on these things&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder if the journeys we take &lt;em&gt;by ourselves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;are not just "for" ourselves -&amp;nbsp;but also&lt;em&gt; for&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;others&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. And if they are (also for others), then perhaps we "should" continue to build so that people can receive these wonderful gifts we have to give them&amp;nbsp;(when they come).&amp;nbsp; For how else do you supposed we got to these different places in our lives, and with the things that we have, if it weren't for the BUILDING of hopes and&amp;nbsp;dreams, wishes, plans, ideas and valuable work of others? ...&lt;br /&gt;And who is this &lt;em&gt;they &lt;/em&gt;that is implied&amp;nbsp;will&amp;nbsp;come but&amp;nbsp;people (like you and me) that our&amp;nbsp;ideas, hopes, wishes and dreams have been given to us to help...&lt;br /&gt;I bet it probably sounds crazy to talk and think out loud like this... and I am probably &lt;em&gt;just dreaming&lt;/em&gt;... but I believe that no matter how big or small we think of our dreams, that they &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; matter...&lt;br /&gt;So I hope you are encouraged this year to cultivate your dreams... because you never know who will actually need what you build - in that field of dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy,&lt;br /&gt;-Chana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-3205786934448002853?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/3205786934448002853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=3205786934448002853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/3205786934448002853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/3205786934448002853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2010/12/field-of-dreams.html' title='In A Field of Dreams'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TRo_Qlfo8cI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/HzDUqGUy_3k/s72-c/no.%2B1...%2Bfield-of-dreams-20090526013259824_640w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-3463461451939257092</id><published>2010-06-30T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T12:40:45.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TCuAh6V8SbI/AAAAAAAAAUU/JK7_DaxwaLk/s1600/food+for+thought.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488621890966407602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TCuAh6V8SbI/AAAAAAAAAUU/JK7_DaxwaLk/s320/food+for+thought.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'I like that “I” can find “you” in “me” and “me” in “you” and (still) call it “&lt;em&gt;myself&lt;/em&gt;”...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Whenever there is a hole in my sidewalk, my romance of my self-discovery helps me to get out of it.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I know that I said that you have to learn how to love yourself before someone else can, but I never imagined I would have to find out if it was true...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why is it when we feel safe and comfortable enough to be our&lt;em&gt; true selves&lt;/em&gt; (which is the child inside…), people call this &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;immature...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as opposed to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"courageous"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I don’t always know what I want sometimes… but I (at least) &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I want to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; what I want, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes…'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Since love exists with or without us, why do we put &lt;em&gt;ownership&lt;/em&gt; on it and say “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” love you?...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My reality of loving someone else is as personal as my reality of loving cheese… and if I don’t look for the cheese (that I love) to love me back for loving it so much, why would I look for something in return from people? Love is a gift…' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Whenever I get lost and search for who I am, I usually find myself hidding behind my likes and dislikes…' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'I used to feel special knowing that I was an individual, until I opened the door to myself and discovered that there are a lot of people&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just like me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;individuals)…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm kind of upset knowing how being an&lt;em&gt; individual&lt;/em&gt; can make you &lt;em&gt;quite ordinary&lt;/em&gt;...' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food for thought...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Chana &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-3463461451939257092?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/3463461451939257092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=3463461451939257092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/3463461451939257092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/3463461451939257092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2010/06/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for Thought'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TCuAh6V8SbI/AAAAAAAAAUU/JK7_DaxwaLk/s72-c/food+for+thought.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-8905993656097568616</id><published>2010-05-28T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T10:44:22.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift of Solitude, Inside of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/S__qkm7hTCI/AAAAAAAAATs/9ReDnbA-JbY/s1600/jaspal+-+inside+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476353586552196130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/S__qkm7hTCI/AAAAAAAAATs/9ReDnbA-JbY/s400/jaspal+-+inside+out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/S__qar3hr6I/AAAAAAAAATk/oSlXwirEfjI/s1600/jaspal+-+inside+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'One of the nicest things about my life now is that I am here (with me) in it.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Feeling my feelings is an insightful process, but actually processing what I’m feeling helps to return &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; back to myself again...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I really didn’t&lt;em&gt; discover&lt;/em&gt; this "being here" piece as much as it just smacked me in the face… And when it did, I cried... I cried because I knew exactly how I felt (and why)... And I (surprisingly) didn't run or talk myself out of it, but I just sat there, like a friend, and let myself cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was amazing...' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm learning, when someone asks me how I am, the answer is really &lt;em&gt;just for me&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;to know, &lt;/em&gt;as opposed to &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt; receiving this information...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'It’s good to let people know how I feel; but it’s hard for me to share how I feel with everyone.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My struggle with letting &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; people know how I feel "bothers me"… But before I say “I'm working on this”, I know that &lt;em&gt;my knowing I am bothered&lt;/em&gt; doesn't necessarily &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;require&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;me to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;on anything..&lt;/em&gt;. But me loving and accepting myself (&lt;em&gt;being bothered)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is (&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;required&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Chana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-8905993656097568616?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/8905993656097568616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=8905993656097568616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/8905993656097568616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/8905993656097568616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2010/05/from-inside-out.html' title='The Gift of Solitude, Inside of Me'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/S__qkm7hTCI/AAAAAAAAATs/9ReDnbA-JbY/s72-c/jaspal+-+inside+out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-1709818762792862191</id><published>2010-04-21T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T13:19:10.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Choice: Weightlessness &amp; Free Falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/S89cvP0bv_I/AAAAAAAAATU/lewKNl1sjyQ/s1600/Lost+in+you+again+-+Free+Fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462686839793762290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/S89cvP0bv_I/AAAAAAAAATU/lewKNl1sjyQ/s400/Lost+in+you+again+-+Free+Fall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowing Rome wasn’t built in a day... and even&lt;em&gt; God&lt;/em&gt; created the heavens and earth in &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;seven days",&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am reminded how there are some things &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; desire to do that can’t be done &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all in one day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;either...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we can really just&lt;em&gt; relax&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Free Fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or... we can choose to be &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;heavy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-1709818762792862191?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/1709818762792862191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=1709818762792862191&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/1709818762792862191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/1709818762792862191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2010/04/weightlessness-free-falling.html' title='A Choice: Weightlessness &amp; Free Falling'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/S89cvP0bv_I/AAAAAAAAATU/lewKNl1sjyQ/s72-c/Lost+in+you+again+-+Free+Fall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-2256784282904971721</id><published>2010-03-16T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T13:54:59.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The War Within</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/S6Pc07cm82I/AAAAAAAAATM/-OH6yIyXfOE/s1600-h/spring+fever+in+training.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450442775917425506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/S6Pc07cm82I/AAAAAAAAATM/-OH6yIyXfOE/s400/spring+fever+in+training.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/S6PcaCZzt7I/AAAAAAAAAS8/1T_oahq8YVI/s1600-h/spring+fever+in+training.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been said that the spring time is the season that kings often go &lt;em&gt;to war&lt;/em&gt;... and although I am &lt;em&gt;no king&lt;/em&gt;, I know what they're talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that buckling down and paying attention to the way that I &lt;em&gt;train&lt;/em&gt; today &lt;em&gt;so that I can build upon my disciplines tomorrow&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;is &lt;em&gt;enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... For everything that comes &lt;em&gt;"at me"&lt;/em&gt; and pulls &lt;em&gt;"on me"&lt;/em&gt; (these days) doesn’t come from &lt;em&gt;outside&lt;/em&gt; of me - but from&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;within&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The War Within...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continue to Train,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chana &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-2256784282904971721?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/2256784282904971721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=2256784282904971721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/2256784282904971721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/2256784282904971721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2010/03/mind-of-athlete.html' title='The War Within'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/S6Pc07cm82I/AAAAAAAAATM/-OH6yIyXfOE/s72-c/spring+fever+in+training.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-4543620751430113134</id><published>2010-03-12T10:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T10:30:08.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Ending Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/S5qcDjVKBMI/AAAAAAAAASU/KeeTWqIXrd0/s1600-h/women-friends-talking-cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447838284095554754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/S5qcDjVKBMI/AAAAAAAAASU/KeeTWqIXrd0/s320/women-friends-talking-cropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... Some people wonder should you really "&lt;strong&gt;stay friends&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;em&gt;after a relationship is over&lt;/em&gt; ... and I can't help but wonder how they can split up the two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experiences taught me, although circumstances in our relationships change, the reality of our relationship with another person &lt;em&gt;doesn't..&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we may no longer be within the same &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;frame&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; of that relationship... but the content of that relationship &lt;em&gt;still lives&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can attest to my relationships living (and continuing to live) in the most intimate parts of my thoughts, memories, heart (and even some of my other relationships) &lt;em&gt;long after&lt;/em&gt; a parting... So it becomes important (to me) to internally (and eternally) &lt;em&gt;stay&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;friends,&lt;/em&gt; because the truth is, a relationship "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-4543620751430113134?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/4543620751430113134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=4543620751430113134&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/4543620751430113134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/4543620751430113134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2010/03/never-ending-relationships.html' title='Never Ending Relationships'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/S5qcDjVKBMI/AAAAAAAAASU/KeeTWqIXrd0/s72-c/women-friends-talking-cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-6695634948426873128</id><published>2010-02-25T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T11:10:40.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/S4afdtHQcSI/AAAAAAAAASE/f170pJB93Vw/s1600-h/a+beautiful+moment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442212532398879010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/S4afdtHQcSI/AAAAAAAAASE/f170pJB93Vw/s200/a+beautiful+moment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I consider myself lucky to have had the chance to speak with a woman today because of my response left on Amazon's website about a book that I ordered... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a wonderful thought in seeing that we were &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to talk today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I noticed&lt;/em&gt; how &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt; the thought was that I didn't know this when I woke up (and neither did she)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like how &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt; my response became in wanting to make peace with her thinking she was responsible &lt;em&gt;for &lt;/em&gt;my book arriving later than "I would have liked"…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought to myself... How &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt; would it be for her to change her &lt;em&gt;own &lt;/em&gt;thinking... or to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;notice it&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was quite the moment to have...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;em&gt;enjoyed &lt;/em&gt;these thoughts &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; this stranger whose thoughts &lt;em&gt;I knew&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;too well...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because &lt;em&gt;I too&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;used to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; thoughts that told me &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; was responsible for things that had nothing to do with &lt;em&gt;me (too)&lt;/em&gt;... and that's when I noticed &lt;em&gt;the growth&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a moment....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-6695634948426873128?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/6695634948426873128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=6695634948426873128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/6695634948426873128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/6695634948426873128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2010/02/beautiful-moment.html' title='A Beautiful Moment'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/S4afdtHQcSI/AAAAAAAAASE/f170pJB93Vw/s72-c/a+beautiful+moment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-1310977135640918623</id><published>2010-02-24T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T14:05:04.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Peace of Acceptance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/S4hHiKgz5pI/AAAAAAAAASM/2RwZkfnPWx4/s1600-h/man-at-peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442678801940342418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/S4hHiKgz5pI/AAAAAAAAASM/2RwZkfnPWx4/s320/man-at-peace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/S4WAmVWRebI/AAAAAAAAAR0/CKcCHDL_VOY/s1600-h/man-child-ocean.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I left my desk and went for a stroll today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stood at a window and watched the wind blow over, around and on the sides of a water… It looked like rippled potato chips, and this looked beautiful to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smiled... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I crossed my arms behind my back - while cupping my hands together and took it all in.&lt;br /&gt;I was enjoying myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked off slowly enjoying the rest of my stroll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admired the building I walked in… its beauty began to attract me.&lt;br /&gt;I thought back to how crazy I was, wishing I wasn't working here.&lt;br /&gt;but I'm sure we all can relate to wanting to be someplace else...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just remember wanting things to change... and I was upset that it &lt;em&gt;wasn't&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I created a lot of unhappiness for myself at that time... thinking that things should be different than it already was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I know that am &lt;em&gt;exactly &lt;/em&gt;where I'm supposed to be... and I love that my eyes see this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend asked me something this morning.&lt;br /&gt;She said: Sometimes, she thinks whenever she says that this is where she should be, that it’s just her being lazy… and it’s just &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; staying in this &lt;em&gt;one particular place&lt;/em&gt; because she doesn't want to do the work it takes to leave... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So how do &lt;strong&gt;“I”&lt;/strong&gt; know &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“for sure”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;“this”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is where God wants me to be…? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this &lt;em&gt;just where we are&lt;/em&gt; because it is &lt;em&gt;comfortable&lt;/em&gt;...? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I listened to her and slowly proceeded to respond..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we are &lt;em&gt;where we are&lt;/em&gt; because we are &lt;em&gt;supposed to be - &lt;/em&gt;and I know this to be true because "we are here"...&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to notice, many of us believe God has made some kind of &lt;em&gt;mistake (a mistake &lt;/em&gt;with us "personally", a mistake in where we are and with what we have in our lives)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We often think things should be different, "we" should be different... and we (for &lt;em&gt;surely&lt;/em&gt;) should have &lt;em&gt;different things&lt;/em&gt; in our lives... &lt;em&gt;Right&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wrong...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can assure you that &lt;em&gt;those thoughts&lt;/em&gt; are just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a trick &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;that your mind plays on you to continually rob you of God's great gift of peace...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am supposed to be in "this"place (at this time) - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;because this is where I am…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know that my sister and I were supposed to talk on the phone last night - &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;because we did...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ...and if we didn't, it's because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we weren't supposed &lt;/em&gt;to&lt;em&gt;…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;em&gt;how can you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; that you are not "&lt;em&gt;just being lazy&lt;/em&gt;"...&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can start by knowing that you are &lt;em&gt;not just being lazy&lt;/em&gt; because laziness is &lt;em&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;word&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you can’t be &lt;em&gt;a&lt;strong&gt; word&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can’t even be &lt;em&gt;the meaning&lt;/em&gt; that people &lt;em&gt;attach&lt;/em&gt; to words…&lt;br /&gt;You can only be &lt;em&gt;yourself&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So, be yourself, and accept where you are, and the rest will fall into place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This always brings me peace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and I hope it does for you&lt;em&gt; too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-Chana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-1310977135640918623?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/1310977135640918623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=1310977135640918623&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/1310977135640918623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/1310977135640918623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-do-i-know-for-sure.html' title='A Peace of Acceptance'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/S4hHiKgz5pI/AAAAAAAAASM/2RwZkfnPWx4/s72-c/man-at-peace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-8595856365987794503</id><published>2010-02-24T08:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T07:40:49.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IN Balance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/S4VYOt_kQ3I/AAAAAAAAARk/QzpBFpy9R-k/s1600-h/balance+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441852734634738546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/S4VYOt_kQ3I/AAAAAAAAARk/QzpBFpy9R-k/s400/balance+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Something poetic whispered in my thoughts today about balance… and since I was open, I got what it said…&lt;br /&gt;It said:&lt;br /&gt;I am in balance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in balance,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in balance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am there …&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right then, it became clear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to believe that balance was something I found...&lt;br /&gt;something to look for (even)...&lt;br /&gt;or something I simply needed &lt;strong&gt;to do&lt;/strong&gt; (in order to &lt;strong&gt;become&lt;/strong&gt;)...&lt;br /&gt;But today I can see that balance is more so of who I am…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know, we are in balance because &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;balance?...&lt;br /&gt;Yes...&lt;br /&gt;Just think about it…&lt;br /&gt;If ever we get too far to some extreme (outside of ourselves), God arranges our lives to come right back to the center of where &lt;em&gt;He &lt;/em&gt;is, so that we can live inside ourselves again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;In&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Balance…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this wonderful news...?&lt;br /&gt;I think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-8595856365987794503?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/8595856365987794503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=8595856365987794503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/8595856365987794503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/8595856365987794503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2010/02/living-in-balance.html' title='IN Balance'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/S4VYOt_kQ3I/AAAAAAAAARk/QzpBFpy9R-k/s72-c/balance+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-369450846347400486</id><published>2010-01-12T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T10:42:45.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Connected</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/S0ypvadaWpI/AAAAAAAAARM/iRL2cXHBq_Y/s1600-h/stay+connected.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425898283096234642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/S0ypvadaWpI/AAAAAAAAARM/iRL2cXHBq_Y/s400/stay+connected.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In view of staying connected, I wrote this piece on my whiteboard located in my kitchen. It says: "To stay connected, you have to stay away from the people and things that causes you &lt;em&gt;to&lt;strong&gt; not show up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;all of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; your splendor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... because "you" should be here". Stay Connected."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although easier said than done, I know to &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;make way in this area "of doing" is time wasted, as we all should be committed to having a better relationship with ourselves and to having better experiences in life. For there is nothing like feeling disconnected from the life you were sent here to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stay Connected. &lt;/p&gt;-Chana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-369450846347400486?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/369450846347400486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=369450846347400486&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/369450846347400486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/369450846347400486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-weeks-inspiration-staying.html' title='Stay Connected'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/S0ypvadaWpI/AAAAAAAAARM/iRL2cXHBq_Y/s72-c/stay+connected.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-5615540672223110733</id><published>2009-12-30T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T14:09:01.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of The Year Transitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SzvXZBajbjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HevevaBztFk/s1600-h/sharing+more+thoughts+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421163401347034674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SzvXZBajbjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HevevaBztFk/s400/sharing+more+thoughts+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'There are times in my life when things go so well that I know (without a doubt) that I was born to do this... But then there are times when things turn out &lt;em&gt;so poorly&lt;/em&gt; that I begin to question if I knew anything to begin with...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's quite easy for me to stand behind my gifts and still be received in people's hearts, but it is a sure challenge for me to stand &lt;em&gt;in front&lt;/em&gt; of my gifts and hope to reach their hearts still...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It amazes me how I can sit and talk about &lt;em&gt;much of what's really nothing&lt;/em&gt; and very little &lt;em&gt;of what's really everything&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; people not even know the difference... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I wish they did...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I find that focusing too much on myself cause me to miss out on people, but focusing too much on people causes me to miss out on myself... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I found a way to just be alone (together)...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I believe all of us come into the world with the answers we spend the rest of our lives searching for... but it seems we would find our answers (much quicker) if we would stop changing our minds about the questions along the way...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Explaining who I am (to someone else) is like explaining how therapy works... You kind of just have to have your own experience...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Some of my most fulfilling conversations are the ones that consist of more than just words... as words (alone) have been known to distract me from the most important part of what a person has to say...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'While listening and learning in silence, I realize a person's true intentions are rarely ever verbalized - as much as they are implied...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The longer it took for me to accept who I was, the longer it took for me to become who I've always been... which (surprisingly) is just &lt;em&gt;myself&lt;/em&gt;...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I often tell people (that I talk to) to just relax and be yourself (whoever that is...) because nobody will know the difference anyway...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The day that I realized I could not return to my past, is the same day that I stopped trying to relive it. &lt;em&gt;Thank God&lt;/em&gt; that drama is over...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'As friends, companions and even acquaintances in life, we either add weights or help to lift them off of each other... so I've decided to take the time to decide which one I'd like to be.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I know I've said this before, but when you feel and &lt;em&gt;hear&lt;/em&gt; your life calling you to do something, simply &lt;em&gt;answer it&lt;/em&gt;, instead of wasting a lot of time &lt;em&gt;looking&lt;/em&gt; for it...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'There are&lt;em&gt; some&lt;/em&gt; things I &lt;em&gt;just can't pretend&lt;/em&gt; I &lt;strong&gt;don't &lt;/strong&gt;see in a person &lt;em&gt;just to be friends with them&lt;/em&gt;...' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The approval we get from other people is easy to accept, but I also learned it is also the stumbling block to the truth that we ultimately have to do this for ourselves...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I don't know why I ignore God's voice sometimes &lt;em&gt;on the inside&lt;/em&gt;, but turn around and get upset with Him when I don't find the answers outside...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I’m learning, I actually have to &lt;em&gt;stop talking about my feelings&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to actually feel them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Opening up teaches me there are &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; things we will never know about ourselves until we let other people into our lives... We really "are" all connected.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I used to think that holding in my truths about things that bothered me in my relationships would salvage things... but I find it only creates distance... And although it was hard (at first) to do this... opening up to talk about it actually made things better... (if not just for me).' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Could it be our attracting people we consider bad isn't the problem... as much as being attracted to that which is bad is? ... Think about it….'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am constantly learning... in order for me to heal from things in my past, I need more new experiences - instead of explanations, and more new relationships - as opposed to a bunch of reasons why...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If what's really important isn't found on the surface, why do we put so much emphasis on the way things look?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You ever wonder why listening too closely to what a person says causes you to miss out on what they mean? ...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I wondered why it's so common (and seemingly easy) for the world to share themselves "in bed", versus what's going on "in their heads"... And why peopole seem to get so mad when people don't read their minds, when the truth is, they've never shared their scripts to begin with... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the Year Transitions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-5615540672223110733?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5615540672223110733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=5615540672223110733&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/5615540672223110733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/5615540672223110733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-collection-of-my-thoughts.html' title='End of The Year Transitions'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SzvXZBajbjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HevevaBztFk/s72-c/sharing+more+thoughts+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-1999474865511013644</id><published>2009-10-19T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:46:28.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking My Obsession &amp; Learning to Live The Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/StzIRMSQ2PI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ceviOPyVUaM/s1600-h/waiting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394406651364169970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/StzIRMSQ2PI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ceviOPyVUaM/s320/waiting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to find the patience that enables me to sit back and “&lt;strong&gt;live the questions" -- &lt;/strong&gt;the questions that I have concerning life... and it is taking time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is taking me time to &lt;em&gt;love the questions&lt;/em&gt; in which I have to live&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt; For the answers to these questions (which I seek) are not yet coming because I &lt;em&gt;can’t yet live them&lt;/em&gt;… And until &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am ready&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I guess they will forever be "a long time coming".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I've decided to (just) live...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-1999474865511013644?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/1999474865511013644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=1999474865511013644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/1999474865511013644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/1999474865511013644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2009/10/learning-to-live-questions.html' title='Breaking My Obsession &amp; Learning to Live The Questions'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/StzIRMSQ2PI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ceviOPyVUaM/s72-c/waiting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-5858100155701066334</id><published>2009-10-08T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:51:49.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cracking The Ice and Jumping In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/Ss6C4kemgcI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ozEovJ3RMqo/s1600-h/water_jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390389712385376706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/Ss6C4kemgcI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ozEovJ3RMqo/s200/water_jump.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I can hear the same messages repeating themselves... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps they are messages that are &lt;em&gt;just for me, &lt;/em&gt;but they are also the messages that are the loudest, messages that "stand out" and the messages that are the pattern (which is the theme of my life).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes... it keeps repeating... and I'm listening...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems I have been listening (closely) for the longest days that have turned into years... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But not so close that I cannot hear clearly... But close enough to hear a clear sound that echoes (even in the distance) what my life is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For like a moving river, flowing beneath a thin sheet of ice, the life that is me is waiting... It is waiting for me to crack open, grab hold, to catch on and to jump in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For it is only when I jump in that I will get to reach the end of where my life is leading me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I've jumped...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you do too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Chana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-5858100155701066334?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5858100155701066334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=5858100155701066334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/5858100155701066334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/5858100155701066334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2009/10/taking-chance.html' title='Cracking The Ice and Jumping In'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/Ss6C4kemgcI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ozEovJ3RMqo/s72-c/water_jump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-5613052383310082050</id><published>2009-09-23T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T14:10:01.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces In The Aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/Sroic4foDKI/AAAAAAAAAP8/PPDuFdLXCFY/s1600-h/NYT_katrina_womanrubble-resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384654184071564450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/Sroic4foDKI/AAAAAAAAAP8/PPDuFdLXCFY/s400/NYT_katrina_womanrubble-resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day it will &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;make sense...&lt;br /&gt;And the person I know it will make the most sense to is me... For every name and face that once occupied a familiar space will begin to fit into its rightful place, and until then, I will keep picking up the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand what happened or what's going on really, but lately, I've been feeling like things aren't quite connecting like before... Or perhaps they are... but it's just taking "time" to shift into place... Well, until this process is done with me, I guess I just have to &lt;em&gt;wait...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to write a letter to Jane..., but I can't seem to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;I keep tyring to tell her something, but I never seem to &lt;em&gt;get to it&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;And quite honestly, I don't know (yet) what that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to figure out how I got here...&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;em&gt;n this page, &lt;/em&gt;on this path... and in this life experience...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; going on... as I feel like I've been in an accident and this is the part where I recover - not only my memory - but also my sense of self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From various places (it seems) I gather pieces of what was torn, broken and fractured... and I try to piece it all together again... on papers, in prayers, in conversations, memories of losses and gains, in feelings, observations, and in community and solitude...&lt;br /&gt;I've even started therapy...&lt;br /&gt;Yes... Psychotherapy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait patiently for the day that my life begins to sound the alarm...&lt;br /&gt;... where the hidden currents (flowing like this river I can't seem to let go of - metaphorically) finally escapes to reveal to me its path...&lt;br /&gt;And until then, I will continue to listen and pick up these pieces In The Aftermath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-5613052383310082050?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5613052383310082050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=5613052383310082050&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/5613052383310082050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/5613052383310082050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2009/09/pieces-in-aftermath.html' title='Pieces In The Aftermath'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/Sroic4foDKI/AAAAAAAAAP8/PPDuFdLXCFY/s72-c/NYT_katrina_womanrubble-resized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-6930150881181142202</id><published>2009-06-29T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T13:12:37.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maintenance Check</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/Skj2ixp-lLI/AAAAAAAAAOk/NYlWPQgXaSg/s1600-h/changing+my+tires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352799234435224754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/Skj2ixp-lLI/AAAAAAAAAOk/NYlWPQgXaSg/s320/changing+my+tires.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For many of us, negative self talk is a habit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in the habit of saying negative things to myself (under the disguise) of "pushing myself" out of complacency... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the truth is, I was nothing "but" complacent whenever I was negative... so I stopped… and instead, I work on not over identifying with things (such as &lt;em&gt;works&lt;/em&gt;) that are outside of me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For I know who I am and what I am worth is not determined by what's &lt;em&gt;outside&lt;/em&gt; of me -but what's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why all the pushing to begin with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for the Maintenance Check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-6930150881181142202?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/6930150881181142202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=6930150881181142202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/6930150881181142202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/6930150881181142202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2009/06/maintenance-break.html' title='Maintenance Check'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/Skj2ixp-lLI/AAAAAAAAAOk/NYlWPQgXaSg/s72-c/changing+my+tires.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-2521964260705881177</id><published>2009-06-10T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T08:37:42.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Not Faint...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SjAGQwsCl6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/H8q0C2yd0dw/s1600-h/Not+for+the+faint+at+heart.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345779642706073506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SjAGQwsCl6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/H8q0C2yd0dw/s400/Not+for+the+faint+at+heart.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems, the most challenging days of my life are the ones where I have to walk alone and &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;be strong and courageous...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I may feel &lt;em&gt;a bit&lt;/em&gt; "faint" at heart, I cannot faint...&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For it is in &lt;em&gt;these&lt;/em&gt; moments that I have to be most encouraged and reminded that "God did not bring me out &lt;em&gt;this far&lt;/em&gt; to take me &lt;em&gt;back &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I remember too that his plan is to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;prosper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; me, &lt;em&gt;not harm me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So how about I take a look at how far I've come and&lt;/em&gt; Keep Moving Forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Chana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-2521964260705881177?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/2521964260705881177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=2521964260705881177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/2521964260705881177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/2521964260705881177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-not-faint.html' title='Do Not Faint...'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SjAGQwsCl6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/H8q0C2yd0dw/s72-c/Not+for+the+faint+at+heart.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-4214747811189489821</id><published>2009-06-10T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T13:51:18.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seize the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/Si_KTcTm_XI/AAAAAAAAANk/eXsWdfvP8lU/s1600-h/seize+the+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345713718076833138" style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/Si_KTcTm_XI/AAAAAAAAANk/eXsWdfvP8lU/s400/seize+the+Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 29, I find myself thinking deeply on the sum of my life experiences... They seem to lie along the road of my &lt;em&gt;perceptions, faith, beliefs&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;opportunities&lt;/em&gt; (both missed &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; also taken)... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I can &lt;em&gt;see&lt;/em&gt; how &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;some of my experiences &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;in life &lt;/span&gt;are &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;set up as&lt;/span&gt; great chances to advance, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I can also see how my &lt;em&gt;not being taught to see &lt;/em&gt;this (&lt;em&gt;early in life&lt;/em&gt;) created many obstacles in my ability to seize such moments...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the one who walks without the full knowledge of he is, &lt;em&gt;is blind to the things he has&lt;/em&gt;… And the one who does not know what he has &lt;em&gt;simply squanders it away&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;divand&gt;&lt;div&gt;The opportunities…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Seize the Day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and try to get a hold of&lt;em&gt; this&lt;/em&gt; part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;early.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-4214747811189489821?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/4214747811189489821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=4214747811189489821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/4214747811189489821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/4214747811189489821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2009/06/seizing-day.html' title='Seize the Day'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/Si_KTcTm_XI/AAAAAAAAANk/eXsWdfvP8lU/s72-c/seize+the+Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-4229005288359681853</id><published>2009-06-04T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T13:53:08.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dimensions of Gray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/Sigpzh12bwI/AAAAAAAAANc/EBzTG7Nw6fE/s1600-h/dimensions+of+Gray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343566923109396226" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/Sigpzh12bwI/AAAAAAAAANc/EBzTG7Nw6fE/s400/dimensions+of+Gray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dimensions of Gray...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Spending time in places that can &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;waste my time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; says to me that &lt;em&gt;time &lt;/em&gt;is more valuable than anything..., so I should use it &lt;/span&gt;wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dimensions of Gray...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If work is &lt;em&gt;not about money,&lt;/em&gt; but about purpose, then I have to find out what I'm doing on mine...&lt;/span&gt; or else I will only be getting paid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dimensions of Gray...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like punching a clock was&lt;em&gt; man's&lt;/em&gt; bright idea...&lt;br /&gt;But what if it was really for &lt;em&gt;nothing...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dimensions of Gray...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know wanting a better life and &lt;em&gt;having&lt;/em&gt; a better life are &lt;em&gt;two different things&lt;/em&gt;..., for one actually requires me to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a gray day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dimensions of Gray...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-4229005288359681853?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/4229005288359681853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=4229005288359681853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/4229005288359681853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/4229005288359681853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2009/06/dimensions-of-gray.html' title='Dimensions of Gray'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/Sigpzh12bwI/AAAAAAAAANc/EBzTG7Nw6fE/s72-c/dimensions+of+Gray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-8873384557090616954</id><published>2009-06-01T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T14:13:14.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing The Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342398155208000546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SiQC0SHgBCI/AAAAAAAAANU/lTReBuCG6AE/s400/knowing+the+way+(pic)2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When you begin to know “the way", you will come across people who will not support or encourage you... and I can't be sure of the reason why...&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I just &lt;strong&gt;find the guidance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;For there is a guidance to be found in the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"No"&lt;/span&gt; of doors &lt;em&gt;closing&lt;/em&gt;, relationships &lt;em&gt;ending&lt;/em&gt; and things &lt;em&gt;changing&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have to trust it...&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;continually trust God&lt;/strong&gt; in these matters... as there is also a message and direction to be found in the "Yes" of &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;doors opening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Learn to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hear this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and respond with a "yes" &lt;em&gt;back... a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;s this (in its &lt;em&gt;own &lt;/em&gt;way) will show you &lt;strong&gt;"The Way"&lt;/strong&gt; that you should go... And when you get to that place that "the way" leads you, and you discover it's the place you really wanted to be..., b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e sure to say thank you… and then help somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-8873384557090616954?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/8873384557090616954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=8873384557090616954&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/8873384557090616954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/8873384557090616954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2009/06/knowing-way.html' title='Knowing The Way'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SiQC0SHgBCI/AAAAAAAAANU/lTReBuCG6AE/s72-c/knowing+the+way+(pic)2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-8543296526666938543</id><published>2009-05-27T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T07:50:59.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing More Thoughts/ The Bridge to Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 198px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340599846814161378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/Sh2fQ9TdGeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/MciXuIKaGrk/s200/humber_bridge_shot1.jpg" /&gt; 'It came to me one day while riding the train, that the bridge between my contentment and happiness rests in my own acceptance" of &lt;strong&gt;who &lt;/strong&gt;I am, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am... for only then do I experience the gladness of my soul which leads me to satisfaction.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I used to jokingly say that I was an undiscovered writer... But I soon discovered, the person I’ve been waiting (most) to appear and discover me is myself...&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I finally showed up.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘The day I stopped waiting for someone else to endorse and approve of what only &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; can give permission and approval to, I saw my dream was much closer than I thought...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’ve never really had a problem with wanting what &lt;em&gt;other people have&lt;/em&gt; in life... because wanting what only &lt;em&gt;I’m supposed to have&lt;/em&gt; is enough for me to try to get to.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I think it's really okay for people to make plans with their life... but I've found more success and peace along the path of discovering what my life actually plans to do &lt;em&gt;with me&lt;/em&gt;… as I am a witness it’s usually not what we originally planned, because I for surely didn’t plan for this...’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I never understood why people chose to follow other men when Jesus clearly said to follow &lt;strong&gt;Him&lt;/strong&gt;… It makes me wonder if the book has been &lt;em&gt;lost&lt;/em&gt;…’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘If the soul is the essence of who we really are, then I know I'll have to wait to see who others are... as &lt;em&gt;my own&lt;/em&gt; glimpses of witnessing my soul was like witnessing a wild animal out in nature. I really had to just sit there... and observe... and be quiet…&lt;br /&gt;Versus crashing through the woods and demanding that this person come out… NOW!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘It's painful sometimes whenever I notice someone trying hard not to be noticed… But I usually help them out and ignore them -- &lt;em&gt;just to make it a little bit easier for the both of us&lt;/em&gt;.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Although “letting go” sounds like a passive thing to do these days… it’s actually one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I find the things I put off and avoid most are actually the things that add to my happiness… And considering this reason being because of fear, it makes me wonder if I’ve really been afraid of just being happy...’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Sometimes, I don’t know what the day or future holds, but keeping the faith through them both keeps me moving forward to see exactly what that is...’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I find that living the truth that is in my soul is the only way that fits for me to live… For playing a role that contradicts who I am inside (although promising safety) doesn’t feel that safe at all…’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Embracing the truths that I constantly receive feels way better than the stories I sometimes create... so I practice just sticking to the truth…’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘The love and power of God is indeed a wonderful thing, but getting to know this God and loving the person that He truly is has been a more fulfilling experience for me.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-8543296526666938543?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/8543296526666938543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=8543296526666938543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/8543296526666938543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/8543296526666938543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2009/05/bridge-to-happiness-sharing-more.html' title='Sharing More Thoughts/ The Bridge to Happiness'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/Sh2fQ9TdGeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/MciXuIKaGrk/s72-c/humber_bridge_shot1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-7946023896503175194</id><published>2009-05-26T08:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T13:02:35.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing Some Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/ShwSS1egSCI/AAAAAAAAAMk/UxOAfzMS2bQ/s1600-h/Writing+and+sharing+thoughts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340163372956534818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/ShwSS1egSCI/AAAAAAAAAMk/UxOAfzMS2bQ/s200/Writing+and+sharing+thoughts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 'When you’re unsure what you’re called to do, simply get started with what you think it is and expect God to guide you as you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Sometimes, I get the feeling that I take myself way too serious... but then I remember, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;it’s just a feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;…’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘In the spirit of all of those before my time who truly write, &lt;em&gt;I too&lt;/em&gt; understand why I write. ... It's because (for me) there is no other choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Of all the time spent looking &lt;em&gt;outside&lt;/em&gt; of myself in wonder about what I’m called to do in life, I found it easier to &lt;em&gt;just listen&lt;/em&gt; … as I realized a calling is something we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once it is heard, we can only respond one of two ways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes &lt;/strong&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘For some time, we spend parts of our lives being afraid (of success, love, being right and even being wrong)… and this is where it got us so far - &lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;But what if we decided to spend this part of it NOT afraid, to see what &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; gets us?&lt;br /&gt;I bet it will be something different...’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I spend quite the time writing about love because I’ve found the place where it lives --inside of me.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘In listening and learning in silence, I can see how we are forever teaching and learning from each other (whether we mean to or not)… And no matter what subjects we teach, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we always teach others what we value&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;For some people, that is money, achievements or just the self centered self…&lt;br /&gt;But for others, it is a great deal more... such as love, support, wisdom, trust, commitment, presence, peace, truth, happiness and God's Spirit.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I find the knowledge we often pass along to others is not something we’ve learned or studied either... but it is often just &lt;em&gt;who we are&lt;/em&gt; that people see and learn from as they later reflect upon &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I can see some of my greatest lessons in life came from the people I’ve hurt &lt;em&gt;and those who’ve hurt me&lt;/em&gt;... But some of my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;greater&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lessons came from the random people who often showed me what “not” to do (too)…’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘They say: One of the hardest things to do sometimes is to listen to our own hearts…&lt;br /&gt;But I say, one of the &lt;strong&gt;harder&lt;/strong&gt; things to do is to realize that we have one to begin with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A heart&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you are listening&lt;/em&gt;...’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘At 29, I learned if people in my life cannot adapt and adjust for me the way that I do for them, then they are not the people I need to make room for. This was a lesson on learning “&lt;strong&gt;when”&lt;/strong&gt; to let go.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-7946023896503175194?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/7946023896503175194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=7946023896503175194&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/7946023896503175194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/7946023896503175194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2009/05/sharing-my-thoughts-some-things-i-have.html' title='Sharing Some Thoughts'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/ShwSS1egSCI/AAAAAAAAAMk/UxOAfzMS2bQ/s72-c/Writing+and+sharing+thoughts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-634436792105342006</id><published>2009-04-23T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T10:09:35.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love &amp; Some Kind of Wonderful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/Shbsl77xSpI/AAAAAAAAAME/jPJ9hWpGrfY/s1600-h/international_fireworks_3_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338714544782002834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/Shbsl77xSpI/AAAAAAAAAME/jPJ9hWpGrfY/s320/international_fireworks_3_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know God doesn't play favorites, but seeing him move in my life sure makes me feel special. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am always learning and growing, but there are some lessons that make me wonder if &lt;em&gt;the rest of the world&lt;/em&gt; gets this too... But, I'm sure they do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, I've been learning profound lessons on "self love" and it's (literally) "making me over" inside... (which is the only makeover &lt;em&gt;that counts&lt;/em&gt;)... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the past weeks and month, I've discovered:  True love is only possible when I accept God's love for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it is only when I accept his love that I am able to &lt;em&gt;really love myself&lt;/em&gt; - which is important... Because it  not only teaches me how to love other people, but it gives me a clue to anybody else loving me, and if they are doing this right.  But how would I know this without doing the work (first) myself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must admit... this created quite the shift in me, and it changes the way I see things and the way I relate to others... as I used to always try to bond with people first - without really bonding with myself... But, what a difference today makes... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I feel kind of embarrased exposing myself this way, I know this is &lt;em&gt;the very music of the world &lt;/em&gt;that we &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; could stand to hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I will continue to play it, proudly, and settle in the happiness of knowing God's light shines &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; on our darkness, because He lives in us.&lt;br /&gt;And the best part of that (for me) is seeing that He lives in us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For that is the only way we are able to see anything in the first place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's what makes my life Some Kind of Wonderful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Chana &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-634436792105342006?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/634436792105342006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=634436792105342006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/634436792105342006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/634436792105342006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-kind-of-wonderful.html' title='Love &amp; Some Kind of Wonderful'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/Shbsl77xSpI/AAAAAAAAAME/jPJ9hWpGrfY/s72-c/international_fireworks_3_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-705179208594397070</id><published>2009-04-22T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T12:52:40.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts &amp; The Inner Voice of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/Se84WWmXrpI/AAAAAAAAALA/N8OAs-9TJmw/s1600-h/Inner+voice+of+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327538840877379218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/Se84WWmXrpI/AAAAAAAAALA/N8OAs-9TJmw/s320/Inner+voice+of+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/Se84L6LFsNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/nBbY1od4C6E/s1600-h/Inner+voice+of+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I sat here at my desk thinking and wondering:  Where do we get this inner critic from?  Why do we sometimes say (and think) such &lt;em&gt;horrible things&lt;/em&gt; to and about &lt;em&gt;ourselves&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;And on top of that, why do we think &lt;em&gt;other &lt;/em&gt;people think this about us?&lt;br /&gt;When the truth is, these are &lt;em&gt;our&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;thoughts about &lt;em&gt;ourselves...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder... how did we become so unloving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has stood out to me over the past few days: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When I fail to love myself, I also fail to love others.&lt;br /&gt;And whenever I do not love or &lt;em&gt;act loving&lt;/em&gt; to others, I am actually reflecting my own lack of love for myself.&lt;br /&gt;And I know I am &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;the only one&lt;/em&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who cares, right? (the critic says…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well… I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As I believe (somehow) we are each other’s healing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my prayer (and constant work) to connect and stay connected with my innate truth that I am already &lt;em&gt;good enough&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;loving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; lovable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For this is how God made me... (&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in his image).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend, I wrote a few notes to myself on my cell phone while out and enjoying the weather, and one of them said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; Perfect love is already in us. It is not something we find &lt;em&gt;outside&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;career, accolades, achievements, materials, relationships, etc&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;For God is love. And He lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;inside of us… So we are love too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And all of the things we all have - outside of this - are only &lt;em&gt;extra&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As they &lt;em&gt;only add&lt;/em&gt; to our experiences of a love (that’s already there)… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And they provide us with &lt;em&gt;more &lt;/em&gt;opportunities&lt;/span&gt; to show &lt;em&gt;exactly what that is&lt;/em&gt;… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let us be this today – &lt;em&gt;first to ourselves&lt;/em&gt; and then to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that critical voice?&lt;br /&gt;Tell it to go to hell…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-705179208594397070?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/705179208594397070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=705179208594397070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/705179208594397070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/705179208594397070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2009/04/thoughts-inner-voice-of-love.html' title='Thoughts &amp; The Inner Voice of Love'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/Se84WWmXrpI/AAAAAAAAALA/N8OAs-9TJmw/s72-c/Inner+voice+of+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-2247445675759568615</id><published>2009-03-31T07:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T10:17:07.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign of the Times?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SdIqcyy_wEI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1W1BSrOxcTw/s1600-h/Obama+-+airfore+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319360784038346818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SdIqcyy_wEI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1W1BSrOxcTw/s200/Obama+-+airfore+one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The morning news made me look for the Phil Collins' song, &lt;em&gt;In the Air Tonight, &lt;/em&gt;as I learned from my local news that President Obama is headed to Europe to meet with other world leaders to discuss a "global stimulus" plan.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not gonna lie... It made me think about the revelation regarding the signs and seals, the mark of the beast (concerning our inability to buy, sell or trade) and the implications about one currency, one world government... a new world order... and all that other (seemingly scary) stuff we love to dismiss and leave to the fanatics... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I can't help but wonder if this is leading us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever wonder why some homeless people can speak a heart wrenching truth, but people (uncomfortably) laugh and ignore them...?&lt;br /&gt;It's because they &lt;em&gt;look crazy,&lt;/em&gt; right? Well, how about &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this...&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this looks crazy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After listening to the media's spin and watching the "Eyes Wide Shut" on different commentators' faces that managed to grin, I called my sister to tell her about my thoughts on what's happening in the news. I also called my mother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want people to wake up from their slumbers and listen. Although I'm not afraid of these times, I am compassionate (seemingly more now than ever) about spreading the Good News (aka The Gospel)... as I know it was written: These things "&lt;em&gt;must take place&lt;/em&gt;"... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And "when the Good News about the Kingdom is preached throughout the whole world, so that &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;nations will hear it; &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; the end will come. (Matthew 24)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask, could this be a sign of the time?&lt;br /&gt;I believe so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But can I say, like Phil Collins, something is coming in the air &lt;em&gt;"tonight"&lt;/em&gt;?... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... because &lt;em&gt;no one&lt;/em&gt; knows that day or hour... (Not even &lt;em&gt;Jesus&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;So don't be fooled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep the commandments of God, keep living life and, keep your testimony for Christ, and be encouraged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest is just TV...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Chana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-2247445675759568615?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/2247445675759568615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=2247445675759568615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/2247445675759568615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/2247445675759568615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2009/03/sign-of-times.html' title='Sign of the Times?'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SdIqcyy_wEI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1W1BSrOxcTw/s72-c/Obama+-+airfore+one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-5168504171292957377</id><published>2009-03-25T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T10:20:16.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond the Surface, Far Away From Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/ScqLdlGnCKI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KcLozjDYhk0/s1600-h/daydreaming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317215650356594850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/ScqLdlGnCKI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KcLozjDYhk0/s200/daydreaming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems, beyond the stars and &lt;em&gt;beyond the surface&lt;/em&gt; of stars, I live and I dream far away from here.&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the Surface, I am a dreamer... for I see with eyes far away... and as I see, I explore - and as I explore, I find...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when I find, I listen... And as I listen, I&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what I hear causes me to gamble... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when I "gamble", I actually grow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as I grow, I blossom...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as I blossom, I ignite... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as I ignite, I inspire &lt;em&gt;others &lt;/em&gt;to be what &lt;em&gt;they’ve&lt;/em&gt; been called to be... which is &lt;strong&gt;A Star&lt;/strong&gt;... shining &lt;em&gt;beyond the surface&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For beyond the surface, we&lt;em&gt; all&lt;/em&gt; are stars… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:yellow;"&gt;far away from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-5168504171292957377?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5168504171292957377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=5168504171292957377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/5168504171292957377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/5168504171292957377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2009/03/beyond-surface-far-away-from-here.html' title='Beyond the Surface, Far Away From Here'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/ScqLdlGnCKI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KcLozjDYhk0/s72-c/daydreaming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-2878936475933940714</id><published>2009-03-24T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:11:50.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching On and Taking The Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/ScjW5w0OCLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/4ZpxFRDai1U/s1600-h/train+-+fast,+passing,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316735647955683506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/ScjW5w0OCLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/4ZpxFRDai1U/s320/train+-+fast,+passing,.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is a &lt;em&gt;true&lt;/em&gt; somebody living inside of all of us... but some people I meet haven't seem to have caught on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-2878936475933940714?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/2878936475933940714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=2878936475933940714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/2878936475933940714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/2878936475933940714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2009/03/catching-on.html' title='Catching On and Taking The Train'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/ScjW5w0OCLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/4ZpxFRDai1U/s72-c/train+-+fast,+passing,.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-5926606096032174977</id><published>2009-03-23T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T08:14:32.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why We Are Here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/S9hpBIq4vhI/AAAAAAAAATc/PT25NiMKKbA/s1600/gift+of+my+presence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 269px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465233616042245650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/S9hpBIq4vhI/AAAAAAAAATc/PT25NiMKKbA/s400/gift+of+my+presence.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sat up one night thinking how we are all winding down on our time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of us are winding down sooner than others--because of health, age, or &lt;em&gt;just because it's time&lt;/em&gt;… so I try not to waste any of mine. Time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder, why we wait (sometimes) until the the last few hours of a person's life to let them know that we love them (or &lt;em&gt;how much&lt;/em&gt; we love them)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't "life" too precious for that...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am learning how we are all here to love, support and to help each other… As this (I believe) is a part of God’s purpose in why we meet in the first place...&lt;br /&gt;We all seem to innately help each other to connect back to God (inside), as this (too) is a large part of our purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we "know" that we are all winding down on our time, let us not wait until the last minute (any more) to offer each other the greatest gift we actually have to give... which is &lt;strong&gt;our presence&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give more of it (today).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chana &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-5926606096032174977?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5926606096032174977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=5926606096032174977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/5926606096032174977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/5926606096032174977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-we-are-here.html' title='Why We Are Here...'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/S9hpBIq4vhI/AAAAAAAAATc/PT25NiMKKbA/s72-c/gift+of+my+presence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-3831869844106910838</id><published>2009-03-17T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T10:28:59.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Friend To My Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/Sb_m1VnPAhI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_VfaDKze2zk/s1600-h/A-Silverback-Sitting-Alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314219889329635858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/Sb_m1VnPAhI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_VfaDKze2zk/s320/A-Silverback-Sitting-Alone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting you to talk to me...but also knowing I have to let you be.&lt;br /&gt;For I am learning how to be alone &lt;em&gt;together&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to let you come to me.&lt;br /&gt;As our souls always show up on its own…&lt;br /&gt;I want my soul to show up and sit with me again.&lt;br /&gt;I want &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; soul to show up and sit with you... And maybe, one day, we can sit alone &lt;em&gt;together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Chana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-3831869844106910838?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/3831869844106910838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=3831869844106910838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/3831869844106910838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/3831869844106910838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2009/03/intimations-of-soul.html' title='A Friend To My Soul'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/Sb_m1VnPAhI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_VfaDKze2zk/s72-c/A-Silverback-Sitting-Alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-329651940601310051</id><published>2009-03-13T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T10:27:18.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like The Birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SbqqGjN4Y6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/qvWxBxSVMpU/s1600-h/Feeding+birds.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312745739946320802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SbqqGjN4Y6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/qvWxBxSVMpU/s320/Feeding+birds.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Getting to the things that we want in life can seem like a pipedream when we ignore the elementary truths like Faith and Trust...&lt;br /&gt;We often get to one thing - and worry about the next... And when we get to &lt;em&gt;that,&lt;/em&gt; we worry about something else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can relate... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because getting to parts of &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;dream in my life was hard too... And once I got there, I too started to worry about what to do &lt;em&gt;next ...&lt;/em&gt; But, &lt;em&gt;how crazy is that&lt;/em&gt;, when worrying doesn't add anything to our lives? The scriptures tell us not to worry because "life" is more than &lt;em&gt;things&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And then we are reminded to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;look at the birds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For they don’t plant, harvest &lt;em&gt;or store food&lt;/em&gt; , but they always eat... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And just as our heavenly Father feeds &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt;, we too have to &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; that he will also feed &lt;em&gt;us...&lt;/em&gt; Afterall, we are far more valuable to him &lt;em&gt;than they are...&lt;/em&gt; (as Jesus died for us - not them...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you find yourself worrying about &lt;em&gt;things,&lt;/em&gt; try to remind yourself to be &lt;em&gt;like the birds&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oblivious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-329651940601310051?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/329651940601310051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=329651940601310051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/329651940601310051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/329651940601310051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2009/03/aint-no-need-to-worry.html' title='Like The Birds'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SbqqGjN4Y6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/qvWxBxSVMpU/s72-c/Feeding+birds.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-4503508169671012882</id><published>2009-03-12T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T08:19:29.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SblsYgHH89I/AAAAAAAAAHo/IOrHrfbANXQ/s1600-h/Enjoy+the+Silence.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312396403652686802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SblsYgHH89I/AAAAAAAAAHo/IOrHrfbANXQ/s320/Enjoy+the+Silence.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of a place that is warm and accepting,&lt;br /&gt;A place that allows me to be free,&lt;br /&gt;A place that doesn't focus so much on the self,&lt;br /&gt;A place that was created for me,&lt;br /&gt;A place that invites you,&lt;br /&gt;A place that invites me too,&lt;br /&gt;A place to listen freely,&lt;br /&gt;A place to sit and be heard,&lt;br /&gt;A place that says "give if you want",&lt;br /&gt;A place that inspires my words,&lt;br /&gt;A place that allows me to exchange,&lt;br /&gt;A place that doesn't demand my history or even care about knowing my name...&lt;br /&gt;A place that simply loves me,&lt;br /&gt;because it has so much to give...&lt;br /&gt;A place that I fit in and belong and have known since I was a kid&lt;br /&gt;A place that I spend hours in silence... and listening to the wind,&lt;br /&gt;A place that I get to close my eyes while the sun kisses my face and skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place that I connect with,&lt;br /&gt;A place where I'm not ashamed,&lt;br /&gt;A place that I express unguardedly and truly leave refreshed and "changed"&lt;br /&gt;A place where nothing else matters,&lt;br /&gt;A place I sometimes grow to miss,&lt;br /&gt;A place that lives insides of me and even helps me to write like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this place? This place is love. And love? I am thinking of you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-4503508169671012882?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/4503508169671012882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=4503508169671012882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/4503508169671012882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/4503508169671012882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2009/03/thinking-of-you.html' title='Thinking of You'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SblsYgHH89I/AAAAAAAAAHo/IOrHrfbANXQ/s72-c/Enjoy+the+Silence.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-5868259549025531733</id><published>2009-03-05T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T10:32:13.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Greatest Reward</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SbAVEqCnM6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/cli-Ksl3L8E/s1600-h/Sheer+Joy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309767130418721698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SbAVEqCnM6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/cli-Ksl3L8E/s320/Sheer+Joy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To do something other than for the sheer joy of doing it is fraudulent to me... because I know my greatest reward (really) comes from me just being able to minister to another person's heart with that thing I do... Who &lt;em&gt;cares&lt;/em&gt; if they notice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I do it...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've noticed how there are &lt;em&gt;some &lt;/em&gt;people who want to land a record deal, versus just &lt;em&gt;wanting to make music...&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; who want to write books, but have &lt;em&gt;nothing to say?...&lt;/em&gt; But then I realized, we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (at some point) can be so insecure (and &lt;em&gt;afraid)&lt;/em&gt; of not being &lt;em&gt;enough, &lt;/em&gt;that we pursue things and dreams of being seen, &lt;em&gt;just &lt;/em&gt;to convince &lt;em&gt;ourselves&lt;/em&gt; that &lt;strong&gt;we &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; But, you have to know that you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;already &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wrote a message to myself that said: Just because people don't acknowledge seeing you, doesn't mean that you are not here...&lt;br /&gt;And it's true... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So I remember, it is for the &lt;em&gt;sheer pleasure&lt;/em&gt; and joy of doing what I do that is most rewarding to me; and everything &lt;em&gt;else&lt;/em&gt; that I gain... (such as getting noticed or what-have-you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is just &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;extra..&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-5868259549025531733?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5868259549025531733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=5868259549025531733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/5868259549025531733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/5868259549025531733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-greatest-reward.html' title='Our Greatest Reward'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SbAVEqCnM6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/cli-Ksl3L8E/s72-c/Sheer+Joy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-2584666993996539163</id><published>2009-03-05T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T10:36:24.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovering The Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SbANJu4FzkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/YCHtLWtxe2w/s1600-h/the+Goldfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309758421523091010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SbANJu4FzkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/YCHtLWtxe2w/s320/the+Goldfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovering "the way" (to live and to be) is different for e&lt;em&gt;veryone&lt;/em&gt;... For no one knows our destination (or the direction that we should go to get there) but &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and God&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; There are times when I meet people who sound so confident about knowing &lt;em&gt;my path&lt;/em&gt;... But the truth (I know) is, they don't know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answers usually come to me on the inside... and this inside is cultivated in my relationship with God. There are times that some of my answers surface like shiny small goldfish in a still pond... and when I'm quiet and sit long enough, they just float to the top (like bubbles).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-2584666993996539163?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/2584666993996539163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=2584666993996539163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/2584666993996539163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/2584666993996539163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2009/03/discovering-way.html' title='Discovering The Way'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SbANJu4FzkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/YCHtLWtxe2w/s72-c/the+Goldfish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-3783413822394091650</id><published>2008-08-12T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T08:39:15.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SKHoKG0xvUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mXcYUPWI89k/s1600-h/chasing+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233719502309539138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SKHoKG0xvUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mXcYUPWI89k/s320/chasing+love.jpg" width="250" height="195" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're anything like me, you have probably (at some point ) "chased love"... &lt;em&gt;as if it were running&lt;/em&gt;... And if it ever "really" was -- why in the world would you chase it...?&lt;br /&gt;I find we chase love because we've had a momentary glimpse of it -- that lasted for &lt;em&gt;but a moment&lt;/em&gt;... But it only lasts for a moment because we leave out of its presence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we run from&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;love and then go off chasing it (as if it &lt;em&gt;went &lt;/em&gt;somewhere)... Only to discover that love is always right where we left it.&lt;br /&gt;Inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to take off running to search for things I &lt;em&gt;already had,&lt;/em&gt; but didn't quite see or understand that I possessed... But when I stopped &lt;em&gt;the chase&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; love (because I am love)... I could actually &lt;strong&gt;see &lt;/strong&gt;that love &lt;em&gt;really is&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;right here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-Chana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-3783413822394091650?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/3783413822394091650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=3783413822394091650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/3783413822394091650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/3783413822394091650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2008/08/reflections-of-love-2-chase.html' title='The Chase'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SKHoKG0xvUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mXcYUPWI89k/s72-c/chasing+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-5808398046751689386</id><published>2008-08-12T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T08:55:03.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Romance of Self Discovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SKHThp7u5SI/AAAAAAAAACw/CAd6CnAvt_Q/s1600-h/Reflection+of+Love+post+pic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233696817126761762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SKHThp7u5SI/AAAAAAAAACw/CAd6CnAvt_Q/s320/Reflection+of+Love+post+pic.bmp" width="212" height="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some say that they love me for who I am... But who they &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; I am (often) is not &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who I am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... So I wonder about this person that they say they "love" when we are together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who that is (exactly).... And I don't know who it is they &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; I am (at times) either...&lt;br /&gt;But I get to see who that is when they shares their idea of who I am &lt;em&gt;not...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it is in &lt;em&gt;these&lt;/em&gt; moments that who I really am becomes &lt;em&gt;so clear&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think this is romantic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Chana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-5808398046751689386?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5808398046751689386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=5808398046751689386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/5808398046751689386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/5808398046751689386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2008/08/draft.html' title='The Romance of Self Discovery'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SKHThp7u5SI/AAAAAAAAACw/CAd6CnAvt_Q/s72-c/Reflection+of+Love+post+pic.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-6029591052503777178</id><published>2008-05-15T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T06:54:22.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not a bad word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SKGfNgphHCI/AAAAAAAAACA/LRyV3-5CtLQ/s1600-h/censorship[1].GIF"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233639296432413730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="201" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SKGfNgphHCI/AAAAAAAAACA/LRyV3-5CtLQ/s320/censorship%5B1%5D.GIF" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SKGdfgSOL3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/vEHRloBgNPk/s1600-h/censorship[1].GIF"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's not a bad word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO,&lt;/strong&gt; it's not a bad word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No...&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; a bad word...&lt;br /&gt;It's actually a very powerful, clear and direct word that a lot of people are afraid of...&lt;br /&gt;And it's okay if you use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes... It is...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-6029591052503777178?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/6029591052503777178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=6029591052503777178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/6029591052503777178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/6029591052503777178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-not-bad-word.html' title='it&apos;s not a bad word'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/SKGfNgphHCI/AAAAAAAAACA/LRyV3-5CtLQ/s72-c/censorship%5B1%5D.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309609527683149140.post-4668515195418778976</id><published>2007-09-14T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T11:44:19.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dunno</title><content type='html'>when I am tired or frustrated, I blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I am insipired, I blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, I am neither tired nor frustrated... or inspired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bit depressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309609527683149140-4668515195418778976?l=foresomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/feeds/4668515195418778976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309609527683149140&amp;postID=4668515195418778976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/4668515195418778976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309609527683149140/posts/default/4668515195418778976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresomething.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-dunno.html' title='I dunno'/><author><name>Chana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10063226078881722114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJQz8BCcmFc/TAADQzv-mpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ailu8NxuAyU/S220/Chana+-+n-+the+mountains.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
