Skin issues, chemtrails research notes

Just notes for my ficticious book; researching, not sure if/where I'll use this.

Caio for Now~~~
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SKIN


http://www.healthcentral.com/skin-cancer/c/question/95771/comment/61818/re=248295


CHEMTRAILS

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xEkTRCULclI


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-IaJwpdpEWY

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v-Z4LqTE-ws


With Much Gratitude I thank you both; HealthCertral and You Tube authors and faciltators.


Allisonian
the
silly silly
willy nilly mermaid

Seven Across; Flash 55

Tick the title for more and to join the fun!

Flash 55 is hosted by G-Man (Mr. Knowitall). Tick the title for more information. Just write a story in exactly 55 words. Using the photo for a prompt. If you want to take part pop over and let G-Man know when you’ve posted your 55. Thanks G-Man for hosting.
Thank you, G-Man for the great fun! :)

What in the world are they talking about?
“FLAT or ROUND?”
“Round.”
“Round,” “round,” “Hmmm,”
“Round, sir!” “You’re gross!”
“That’s funny!” “Hm, this only pertains to girls, right?”
Next row back;
“Gulp,” ”Sigh, he’s dreamy!”
“This is ridicules.”
“Look down and look busy.”
“Well this was fun.”
Moral; I remember when cup size was everything!
©Allison
Well, my generation was a little past this, just a little, so mind you, I am not saying every school in the country was like this, but my two bit town most certainly was! I should know, my vote would have been, "flat."

April's Poetry Month! Poem-A-Day #10 & #11; ticking the title sends you to Our Host~The Chyrsalis Stage

April 10th
Spring Shows Us What God Can Do With A Drap & Dirty World
Dark, dank, dirty prank
Winter's slick decay had made.
God has blessed incredible ways of
Showing up all that you do, or did to day.
He first decides to shoot up little thin green fronds of grass
Through the ground
Next thing you know, there's a little
Show of dancing daffodils in the pas-
ture
What a flair God does share~~~
Allison
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April 11th
Anything You See
Big old Bumble Bees, never seen them bigger!
In full force you see,
Dodge around the corner!
Lots of vigor,
Up and Down,
In circle,
Round and round, by
My back porch,
Nothing seems to guide them!
Old Charlie's spirit close beside them@
All springing up and out from the ground.
With a big bouncing bound,
To the air around
They do go!
Bumble Bee Dance & Sing of Spring!
Bumble Bee Show you everything!
Their Abundance is quite large this year.
Thankzzz Buzz
©Allison

PagiNation; Children of Light

Sunday meme

Chose from a book from Australia(America writ), ©1995 H. Macauley, H.O.M.E. Publishing, LLC UT,
(801)461-9030

Opened to page 35.
"Look at the life-force on this planet. Can't you see there's incredible, creative Intelligence all around you?"
She paused for a moment and then said, "There exists a Source of all intelligence, all love, and it's infinitely creative. Think of the sun as the source and the rays as the expression; you can't separate the sun from the rays. So everything you see, feel and experience around you is the expression of the Source, including yourselves. You can't separate the thought from the thinker."

Be it metaphysical or biblical, there is no question like, "where does this energy come from?" It has been a contention with me that it is so competitive and has kept me from three things. I will not say here what they are because it is not for me to say.
I do say, God bless you and keep you and may his light shine down upon you!
I have listened to many teachings and love several in whole and most in part.
Here are my three fold dedications;
The 4 Agreements~Don Miguel Ruiz is magnificent and I don't know him, but I love him. He taught me more in the last year since I received his book(it was a divine gift, another story)about myself then therapy or church has my whole life! I am not joking one bit.
Deepak Choprah's Buddha was very well written metaphysically speaking and it moved me. Lovely story compared to what I have read before. Flowed.
Adelheid Ohlig's Luna Yoga (about womanhood) Very GOOD

©Allisonians

Jane Howard

Call it a clan,
Call it a network,
Call it a tribe,
Call it a family.
Whatever you call it,
Whoever you are,
You need one.
Elizabeth Jane Howard

Hey Now They Call Me The Breeze! Today's forecast~Dark and stormy days night

When the air is liquid and the storm comes in,
And the soul drifts & soars away.
Singing hey hey diddle ~ diddle hey ~ diddle hey,
Singing high high diddle ~ diddle aye!

You know you are so little,
With a gale forced wind,
And the wind takes you far away.
Singing hey hey diddle ~ diddle hey ~ diddle hey,
Singing high high diddle ~ diddle aye!

When the day breaks singing,
And your breath is fresh,
You can see the light of day!
Singing hey hey diddle ~ diddle hey ~ diddle hey,
Singing high high diddle ~ diddle aye!

You can sing with a heart that’s comepletely pleased!
Singing Hip Hip Hip Hooray
Feeling the breeze!

©Allisonians

Photo courtesy of;
dostoyreflects.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archiv...

The Adventures of the Outrageous Dancing Budha

Tick the title to be redirected to this interesting site refered to me by v gardening.
TQ
Have a great spring!
Now it's go out and play ya' all!
TGIF

Insights from Morgaine; To Her Brilliance, Wednesday Woman Article, and A Sincere 1000 Thanks! Tick the Title to Redirect to Her Blogsite

There is a wonderful Blog I read. And today they put one of my favorite wisdoms (TQ) and is probably so for many (ie. my DMRuis kinder's). I have wanted to give 1000 thanks for all of the insights I have aquired through the wisedom and brilliance of this blog and especially of it's author. Thank you Ms. Morgaine & Happy Imbloc as well!

From Morgaine and Marianne Williamson;
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
http://www.marianne.com/
She lectures on The Course In Miracles

For portrait on the article WOW;
by John William Waterhouse
Boreas (1903)
http://www.johnwilliamwaterhouse.net/Boreas--1903.html

Namesta!

More Mr. Twain and other little adages

A man's character may be learned from the adjectives which he habitually uses in conversation. -- Mark Twain



The person who can bring the spirit of laughter into a room is indeed blessed. - Bennett Cerf

LOVE

Sharing Love is like
sharing a
song with someone
who will sing it strongly and
right there with you.
Right there, making it a harmony!

And so much more~~~~~~~

I love you Man, Woman, God's and Goddesses


Namesta!

©Allisonians

Photo from Pink Sherbert (Yummy! I love rainbow sherbert best!)

Mark Twain's Corn-Pone Opinion

Still True Today, As Always

Corn Pone Opinion

FIFTY YEARS AGO, when I was a boy of fifteen and helping to inhabit a Missourian village on the banks of the Mississippi, I had a friend whose society was very dear to me because I was forbidden by my mother to partake of it. He was a gay and impudent and satirical and delightful young black man -a slave -who daily preached sermons from the top of his master's woodpile, with me for sole audience. He imitated the pulpit style of the several clergymen of the village, and did it well, and with fine passion and energy. To me he was a wonder. I believed he was the greatest orator in the United States and would some day be heard from. But it did not happen; in the distribution of rewards he was overlooked. It is the way, in this world.

He interrupted his preaching, now and then, to saw a stick of wood; but the sawing was a pretense -he did it with his mouth; exactly imitating the sound the bucksaw makes in shrieking its way through the wood. But it served its purpose; it kept his master from coming out to see how the work was getting along. I listened to the sermons from the open window of a lumber room at the back of the house. One of his texts was this:

"You tell me whar a man gits his corn pone, en I'll tell you what his 'pinions is."

I can never forget it. It was deeply impressed upon me. By my mother. Not upon my memory, but elsewhere. She had slipped in upon me while I was absorbed and not watching. The black philosopher's idea was that a man is not independent, and cannot afford views which might interfere with his bread and butter. If he would prosper, he must train with the majority; in matters of large moment, like politics and religion, he must think and feel with the bulk of his neighbors, or suffer damage in his social standing and in his business prosperities. He must restrict himself to corn-pone opinions -- at least on the surface. He must get his opinions from other people; he must reason out none for himself; he must have no first-hand views.

I think Jerry was right, in the main, but I think he did not go far enough.

1. It was his idea that a man conforms to the majority view of his locality by calculation and intention. This happens, but I think it is not the rule.

2. It was his idea that there is such a thing as a first-hand opinion; an original opinion; an opinion which is coldly reasoned out in a man's head, by a searching analysis of the facts involved, with the heart unconsulted, and the jury room closed against outside influences. It may be that such an opinion has been born somewhere, at some time or other, but I suppose it got away before they could catch it and stuff it and put it in the museum.

I am persuaded that a coldly-thought-out and independent verdict upon a fashion in clothes, or manners, or literature, or politics, or religion, or any other matter that is projected into the field of our notice and interest, is a most rare thing -- if it has indeed ever existed.

A new thing in costume appears -- the flaring hoopskirt, for example -- and the passers-by are shocked, and the irreverent laugh. Six months later everybody is reconciled; the fashion has established itself; it is admired, now, and no one laughs. Public opinion resented it before, public opinion accepts it now, and is happy in it. Why? Was the resentment reasoned out? Was the acceptance reasoned out? No. The instinct that moves to conformity did the work. It is our nature to conform; it is a force which not many can successfully resist. What is its seat? The inborn requirement of self-approval. We all have to bow to that; there are no exceptions. Even the woman who refuses from first to last to wear the hoop skirt comes under that law and is its slave; she could not wear the skirt and have her own approval; and that she must have, she cannot help herself. But as a rule our self-approval has its source in but one place and not elsewhere -- the approval of other people. A person of vast consequences can introduce any kind of novelty in dress and the general world will presently adopt it -- moved to do it, in the first place, by the natural instinct to passively yield to that vague something recognized as authority, and in the second place by the human instinct to train with the multitude and have its approval. An empress introduced the hoopskirt, and we know the result. A nobody introduced the bloomer, and we know the result. If Eve should come again, in her ripe renown, and reintroduce her quaint styles -- well, we know what would happen. And we should be cruelly embarrassed, along at first.

The hoopskirt runs its course and disappears. Nobody reasons about it. One woman abandons the fashion; her neighbor notices this and follows her lead; this influences the next woman; and so on and so on, and presently the skirt has vanished out of the world, no one knows how nor why, nor cares, for that matter. It will come again, by and by and in due course will go again.

Twenty-five years ago, in England, six or eight wine glasses stood grouped by each person's plate at a dinner party, and they were used, not left idle and empty; to-day there are but three or four in the group, and the average guest sparingly uses about two of them. We have not adopted this new fashion yet, but we shall do it presently. We shall not think it out; we shall merely conform, and let it go at that. We get our notions and habits and opinions from outside influences; we do not have to study them out.

Our table manners, and company manners, and street manners change from time to time, but the changes are not reasoned out; we merely notice and conform. We are creatures of outside influences; as a rule we do not think, we only imitate. We cannot invent standards that will stick; what we mistake for standards are only fashions, and perishable. We may continue to admire them, but we drop the use of them. We notice this in literature. Shakespeare is a standard, and fifty years ago we used to write tragedies which we couldn't tell from -- from somebody else's; but we don't do it any more, now. Our prose standard, three quarters of a century ago, was ornate and diffuse; some authority or other changed it in the direction of compactness and simplicity, and conformity followed, without argument. The historical novel starts up suddenly, and sweeps the land. Everybody writes one, and the nation is glad. We had historical novels before; but nobody read them, and the rest of us conformed -- without reasoning it out. We are conforming in the other way, now, because it is another case of everybody.

The outside influences are always pouring in upon us, and we are always obeying their orders and accepting their verdicts. The Smiths like the new play; the Joneses go to see it, and they copy the Smith verdict. Morals, religions, politics, get their following from surrounding influences and atmospheres, almost entirely; not from study, not from thinking. A man must and will have his own approval first of all, in each and every moment and circumstance of his life -- even if he must repent of a self-approved act the moment after its commission, in order to get his self-approval again: but, speaking in general terms, a man's self-approval in the large concerns of life has its source in the approval of the peoples about him, and not in a searching personal examination of the matter. Mohammedans are Mohammedans because they are born and reared among that sect, not because they have thought it out and can furnish sound reasons for being Mohammedans; we know why Catholics are Catholics; why Presbyterians are Presbyterians; why Baptists are Baptists; why Mormons are Mormons; why thieves are thieves; why monarchists are monarchists; why Republicans are Republicans and Democrats, Democrats. We know it is a matter of association and sympathy, not reasoning and examination; that hardly a man in the world has an opinion upon morals, politics, or religion which he got otherwise than through his associations and sympathies. Broadly speaking, there are none but corn-pone opinions. And broadly speaking, corn-pone stands for self-approval. Self-approval is acquired mainly from the approval of other people. The result is conformity. Sometimes conformity has a sordid business interest -- the bread-and-butter interest -- but not in most cases, I think. I think that in the majority of cases it is unconscious and not calculated; that it is born of the human being's natural yearning to stand well with his fellows and have their inspiring approval and praise -- a yearning which is commonly so strong and so insistent that it cannot be effectually resisted, and must have its way. A political emergency brings out the corn-pone opinion in fine force in its two chief varieties -- the pocketbook variety, which has its origin in self-interest, and the bigger variety, the sentimental variety -- the one which can't bear to be outside the pale; can't bear to be in disfavor; can't endure the averted face and the cold shoulder; wants to stand well with his friends, wants to be smiled upon, wants to be welcome, wants to hear the precious words, "He's on the right track!" Uttered, perhaps by an ass, but still an ass of high degree, an ass whose approval is gold and diamonds to a smaller ass, and confers glory and honor and happiness, and membership in the herd. For these gauds many a man will dump his life-long principles into the street, and his conscience along with them. We have seen it happen. In some millions of instances.

Men think they think upon great political questions, and they do; but they think with their party, not independently; they read its literature, but not that of the other side; they arrive at convictions, but they are drawn from a partial view of the matter in hand and are of no particular value. They swarm with their party, they feel with their party, they are happy in their party's approval; and where the party leads they will follow, whether for right and honor, or through blood and dirt and a mush of mutilated morals.

In our late canvass half of the nation passionately believed that in silver lay salvation, the other half as passionately believed that that way lay destruction. Do you believe that a tenth part of the people, on either side, had any rational excuse for having an opinion about the matter at all? I studied that mighty question to the bottom -- came out empty. Half of our people passionately believe in high tariff, the other half believe otherwise. Does this mean study and examination, or only feeling? The latter, I think. I have deeply studied that question, too -- and didn't arrive. We all do no end of feeling, and we mistake it for thinking. And out of it we get an aggregation which we consider a boon. Its name is Public Opinion. It is held in reverence. It settles everything. Some think it the Voice of God.



Just food for thought.....

Xenophanes by Ralph Waldo Emerson and Other of his Works refferences

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Xenophanes(p.174)

By fate, not option, frugal Nature gave
One scent to hyson and to wall-flower,
One sound to pine-groves and to waterfalls,
One aspect to the desert and the lake.
It was her stern necessity: all things
Are of one pattern made; bird, beast and flower,
Song, picture, form, space, thought and character
Deceive us, seeming to be many things,
And are but one. Beheld far off, they part
As God and devil; bring them to the mind,
They dull its edge with their monotony.
To know one element, explore another,
And in the second reappears the first.
The specious panorama of a year
But multiplies the image of a day,—
A belt of mirrors round a taper's flame;
And universal Nature, through her vast
And crowded whole, an infinite paroquet,
Repeats one note.

from my old Emerson's Poems book (I don't know the date because the title page is missing,

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An Introduction to Nature

Excerpt from Lewis Leary's Ralph Waldo Emerson: An Interpretive Essay.

"The best way to get at Emerson is to come at him all at once, in the ninety-five pages of his little book called Nature, issued anonymously in 1836, which contains the compressed totality of all that he would subsequently patiently reveal. Revelation rather than logic was the instrument used by Emerson to delve toward truth. It was not his intention to create a philosophy or to codify thought. He distrusted logical arguments as man-made, and therefore inadequate because they are imperfect as man is imperfect. Neither philosopher nor conventional moralist, Emerson, it cannot be said too often, was first and last an artist who attempted to create a vision of the world and man's place in it. What is the world? What is nature which lies all about us? What is the refulgent beauty of nature that draws man out of himself, to quietness and calm, or to resolution? What are the mysteries of nature that inspired men resolve by conquering time or space through the discovery of such things as the telegraph, or the harnessing of waterpower and steam, or rocketing to the moon?

For the rest the Great site just below here on Emerson's Nature
tick here;
http://www.vcu.edu/engweb/transcendentalism/authors/emerson/nature.html
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Additionally there is a great reprint; tick the link below. I didn't see the above poem 'Xenophanes' when I briefly checked the contents.
It is a book of Emerson's Poems, but not exactly like mine. It may just be a bit rearranged (this is basically for my reference)excuse moi. I will have to research to be sure.

The link below is an entire Google ebook on Emerson Poems!

http://books.google.com/books?id=sM7iAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&dq=emerson's+poems&source=bl&ots=OScyEFC-jr&sig=0RcsXP8wOM1PyDCuI_hr88bQr1o&hl=en&ei=AQlZS-7QCpDgsQO2jdTFBw&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=6&ved=0CCAQ6AEwBQ#v=onepage&q=emerson's%20poems&f=false

Life without Fear has not been Deemed Boring by Any Means, As Far As I am Concerned

I just needed to clear up one thing about Henri's article just below here. I thought about just omitting the fear part, but I decided instead to comment. I don't think anyone really knows if it would be boring to live without fear, but of course that is a broad statement.
There are different kinds of fear. In the book, 'Gift of Fear' the author Gavin says that there are real and unreal fears.


If you think things are not fear based in our teachings these days, well, I am sorry, but you should probably rethink your motives or just go back to what you were doing. I simply want to have a voice in that too often insanity and its people are left alone to do their own bidding, because we won't want to feel that way ourselves, and talking about insanity without resolution in mind makes you feel insane. If we talked about it with resolution in mind, I think we'd all be busy for the rest of our lives, but since all of the zombies are drugged we just leave it, no? Well, I can't do it alone, but this one voice says, let's talk with resolution and action in mind; and as one of my wisest friends once told me, "Be The Difference You Want To See In The World!"


Namesta,
Allisonian


©Allisonians
Please ask me for permission to use my photos or writing before you purger (plagiarize) yourself. silly silly

6 Ways to Relieve Stress Written on 1/05/2009 by Henri Junttila

Fr: http://www.dumblittleman.com/
Simply click on this title to redirect to the website which this article originated from. The blue moon is in representation of the blue moon on new years eve.

There is great advise here, and I have used some of these. I will be posting some of my experiences with a technique or two in the near future.
ENJOY!
Allisonian




Advise from Henri Junttila

We all battle with fear. Just a few short years ago, the underlying current of my, Henry's, being was filled with fear, worry and anxiety. When your whole life is controlled by fear, it starts to get to you.

Fear isn’t your enemy; it is through fear and hardship that we grow the most. When you think about it, if your life was free from any challenges, it would be fun for some time, but ultimately it would get pretty boring as you skated through each day without any challenges.

Fear is the spice in our life and using it to your advantage can make the difference between being miserable and being happy. But before you can do that, you should probably know about the following 6 ways to conquer fear and make it your ally.


1.Use Your Curiosity
Fear is painful when you try to push it away. Don’t resist. Allow the fear to fill your whole body and be completely aware and curious of how it affects you. A funny thing happens when you do this, the fear usually disappears because you’re not afraid of it.

Remember those dreams where you’re being chased by something horrible? Fear is the same way. It’s chasing you, but once you stop running and turn around, it goes up in smoke, because it was an illusion.


2.Emotional Freedom Techniques
EFT is almost like acupuncture, but without the needles. I have been using it on and off for several years. It is very helpful in neutralizing fear. It works by tapping (with your fingers) on acupuncture points on your body, which then balance the energy and thus neutralize bad feelings.

It looks weird and I don’t do it in public, but it works. The first thing you might want to neutralize is how ridiculous you feel while doing it. The theory behind EFT is that negative emotions are caused by disturbances in your body’s energy field. EFT is then used to neutralize and balance your energy field.


3.Sedona Method
The Sedona Method is another tool that is a lot simpler than EFT. It also helps you to release painful unwanted feelings by asking yourself a few simple questions.

The only drawback is that the Sedona Method has a price attached to it, while EFT is free and you can download a manual from the EFT website. I recommend both, because they are some of the most effective ways I have found to eliminate fear.


4.Gratitude
Have you ever noticed how hard it is to be afraid, angry or depressed while thinking about what you are grateful for? There are many exercises you can go through, but I’ll spare you, because there are no rules needed to take advantage of the feelings that gratitude provides.

What I do is I sit or lie down, go through everything I am grateful for and keep doing it until I feel satisfied and happy. I then bask in that feeling and really get curious about how I can feel so good and how I can feel even better. Ask the right questions and magic happens. There’s no room for fear when you’re in a deep state of gratitude.


5.Just Do It
If you’re the kind of person that likes doing things the easy way, then you might like just letting the fear be there and doing it anyway. There’s no rule that says that you have to let fear control you. When you’ve done things in fear a few times, it starts to go away on its own, because you begin to realize that there’s nothing dangerous about fear.

This is a lot easier said than done, so do it in small steps. Be okay with not being perfect. It’s easy to get bogged down by perfection. We’ve been taught unconsciously since early childhood that making mistakes is bad.


6.Be Present
If you haven’t read the The Power of Now, I suggest you pick it up. It changed my life and is one of the few books that I’ve read multiple times.

Being present simply means being aware of your body. You can focus on your muscles, your breathing or the sounds around you. It all depends, but you know when you’re doing it, because you will feel energized, calm and content



Written on 1/05/2009 by Henri Junttila. Henri is addicted to living a free and passionate life. He runs the Wake Up Cloud, where he shows you how you can learn how to find your passion and live consciously.

The End Has No End by Dahlia Lithwick about her story Saving Face

On her progressive, innovative piece; audience participant; modern literary art article;
"It's Friday. I have just posted Chapter 16. My day job, covering the Supreme Court, starts Monday. By every measure, I have failed to meet my deadline. Writing a novel in three weeks = beyond my abilities. But thanks to the extraordinary team of whittlers, elves, and shoemakers on Facebook, and the hundreds of e-mailers, I have every confidence that we will get this thing finished in the coming weeks........"
Click on the title to read more...
Dahlia Lithwick's simple article about her book. Published last Oct. 2009.

Some Legal Ease...Click this here title to see...

Here is a site I just wanted down for my own record, but thought I'd share it for me and for you. etc...

:)

Saving Face by Dahlia Lithwick On Slate Ezine

If you are looking for a quick little good read with a bit of a legal - ease - beat, a nasty divorce, and great warrior women type gone a little haywire, then this story is for you. I am not sure if warrior is the best description here, you tell me?



I didn't think I would like Saving Face and stopped reading it around ch. 13, but will finish it today. And in truth, I find myself cutting off stories I like sometimes because I don’t want them to end. Other times, because I lose interest, or become otherwise engaged. This time it was about time and priorities. At the time I was reading SF in real time along with Dahlia’s writing it. I didn’t have the extra minute. The possibility of the internet distraction traps I am constantly bailing myself out of was daunting at best. So, I simply quit. I had the, “Gotta get to work, leave my life behind, and she’s on vacation”, blues of sorts.

Dahlia was interviewed on NPR. She is a court reporter in Philadelphia and wanted to write a chapter a day. You could follow her on Facebook, Twitter, and such.

At the end of each chapter Dahlia would ask for suggestions about this and that on the development of the plot or characters and that sort of thing. It was interesting and I didn't mind the craziness of the divorce, I just wanted to make sure to say that the subject was as such. Information is key.

I did want to write in suggestions a time or two and hope Dahlia does this again, or one of you do.
If you are so inspired, I want to hear about it please. It sounds like fun and a lot of work, she did say so. Something about breathing hard~~~.
I say, 'Think of college finals EVERY day during your next vacation and I suppose that might be what it is like. Test junkies unite!'
So…..If you ever aspired to own your own black Armani, or become a national blogger treasure, and/or be a bit feministic, this story will most likely be entertaining and maybe aspiring for you. Take a look!

Oh, and Dahlia also would credit the advise she used in the text where she used one of the leads she'd gotten from her following.
It's kind of fun.
I think she's done.
with this one...
When I just looked at her article on Slate.com it said chpter 23 The End.

I am going to post a couple of her other articles. She was interesting to listen to when interviewed on NPR (National Public Radio)which was my catalyst to find and read her story. I think it was on NPR's 'Fresh Air', but am not sure. It aired sometime last August or early September 2009. You can go to www.NPR.com and search for it. I don't always find what I am looking for there only because I get distracted or run out of time or think of something else to do.
Please let me know what you think and thank you for your feedback.
Allisonian

suite 101.com

Everything is always changing, and life is nothing but a dance of transient forms.

Read more at Suite101: Buddhism and the Message of Impermanence: Sogyal Rinpoche Reflects on a Core Tibetan Teaching








http://buddhist-beliefs.suite101.com/article.cfm/buddhism_and_the_message_of_impermanence#ixzz0bfPxAg1Y



Sogyal Rinpoche, in his book The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying, stresses often the important message of impermanence.

My Wish; A SAFE and Happy Holiday, A Beautifully Clean, Fresh, Lively Heart. Happy 2010. Let Us Remember to Take Care of our Mother Earth...

HAPPY CHRISTMAS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Merry Christmas

Well, I can't really say why Lakewood is especially important to me; but this story says it all for itself.

~~Semper Fi ===Latin== Always Faithful~~


Lakewood police officer pens Christmas story
Posted By Mike Archbold on December 16, 2009 at 9:50 am
A little boy and his toy dinosaur who came by the Lakewood Office Department station Sunday to honor the four slain police officers touched an officer enough that the officer wanted to share it with friends.

One of the friends who received the letter, Tukwila police officer Mike Murphy, said he and his fellow officers were so touched by the story that they thought it should be shared with the community.

Murphy said the officer who wrote it agreed but wanted to remain anonymous.

"It is just a story of one child reaching out and helping heal the pain we have all suffered," Murphy said in his e-mail. "Our only goal in sending it is to reach out to our community and thank them for this and all the other love and support they have sent us through this very difficult time."

The Christmas story is reprinted below:

December 13, 2009

I’m not much for writing Christmas letters, and in fact this year, I didn’t even feel like making the effort of buying and addressing Christmas cards at all. I’m sure you all have heard of the terrible tragedy that occurred here in Lakewood two weeks ago today – four of our officers, four people that have become my friends over the past 5 years as we all worked here together, were gunned down as they sat in a coffee shop. Three fathers and a mother – all of whom were dedicated to their jobs and their families – now dead. The grief at our station and in our community has been overwhelming and we have all now just barely begun to process what this means for our department and for police departments all across our state and nation. Several times since this event happened, police agencies have responded to reports of individuals across King and Pierce Counties causing commotions and claiming to be planning to kill more officers. We do our best to maintain our composure and continue to do our jobs the best that we can.

It is hard not to remain bleak and jaded with these events so fresh in our minds. But something happened today, just 20 minutes ago, which made me want to send out a Christmas letter. I’m here at work and was just out in our secure parking lot helping another officer load collection bins into his car to take to a local Lakewood Police Independent Guild fundraiser event. I heard a woman, standing with a boy who couldn’t have been more than 3 or 4 years old, calling, “Excuse me….” through our locked gate. She had apparently been trying to get to our front counter but found no one there, it being Sunday, and had just happened to see us in the parking lot. I walked over to her and saw that the little boy was holding a plastic baggy containing a dollar and some change, and was clutching a well-worn stuffed dinosaur.

The woman told me that her son, AJ, had seen the stories on tv about our 4 slain officers. She said that they had driven to our station all the way from Kingston because her son was so intent on helping the children of these officers. I opened the gate and the boy handed me the plastic baggy containing all the money from his piggybank and a note on which he had written “AJ….From me to Pleec. I Love You.” And then, with tears in his eyes, he handed me his stuffed dinosaur. AJ’s mom explained that he wanted to give the children of the slain officers the most precious thing that he owned, and that was his dinosaur, Bruno.I told AJ that I would take the money that he wanted to donate, but that I thought the best thing he could do for the children of our 4 officers was to keep Bruno safe with him but to keep those kids in his heart when he hugged his dinosaur. He agreed and gratefully took Bruno back from me and held him tightly as if he never wanted to let him go again.

We have seen many, many acts of generosity and kindness over the past 2 weeks. We have hugged more friends and strangers than we could have ever imagined and have mended broken ties with people we haven’t talked to for years. Yet nothing has touched me deeper, or given me more hope for the future, than AJ and his stuffed dinosaur. I gave AJ one of our department challenge coins, explaining to him that we only gave them out to the bravest and most deserving people we came across. I hope he will realize someday how much more than a dollar and some change he gave to me and to the Lakewood Police Department today.

So anyway, none of that is about Christmas, but it is about hope and love and I thought it was appropriate to share this holiday season.

I hope this letter finds all of you well and eager to spend the holidays with those you love. Squeeze everyone a little tighter and hug them a little