tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70831602605488474022024-03-05T12:02:14.623-08:00One minute pleaseA journey of unknown destination.Sojournerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05371601869204844111noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083160260548847402.post-7472581952875197382011-10-19T12:29:00.000-07:002011-10-19T12:29:52.159-07:00Wishcasting Wednesday!<a href="http://jamieridlerstudios.ca/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/wishcasting.jpg"><img alt="" class="alignleft size-full wp-image-7046" height="152" src="http://jamieridlerstudios.ca/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/wishcasting.jpg" title="Wishcasting Badge" width="125" /></a><br />
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It's been way too long since I have participated in this and I must say....I MISSED IT!! <br />
It's a powerful thing, this wishcasting. <br />
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What do I wish to make time for?<br />
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Oh my. Happiness, laughter and joy! So what am I waiting for? How shall I do that?<br />
I know that answer. The question should be; why don't I make time for....? <br />
Sometimes I become stuck. I find myself in a place in my life that I need<br />
to devote 100% into. No problem. That is life. The problem for me is that I then let go<br />
of the things that keep me strong. That keep me connected to God. The things that give<br />
me the courage and the clear vision to move forward. Those are the little things. The things<br />
that bring happiness, laughter and joy. <br />
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I think I will tie a piece of yarn around my finger so that I remember. Remember? Oh yes.<br />
Remember to do the little things. There is time. Plenty of time.Sojournerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05371601869204844111noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083160260548847402.post-24053207191600084182011-10-13T12:55:00.000-07:002011-10-13T13:09:45.554-07:00AbsenceSometimes Life takes us on unknown journeys and fills our days with tasks<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdbkg3k8l6Vz1KuwW-J1G-Fq-3W_Qno7GScS8i9WvuaXsDmeaOpGg7UmglXfiVgq0OTanQ3Mgg4sVzvfcdBGWZqtIovA3Zvm10rGeZs-DEblA5RkthNiPx-UUsfRXCK5HRBilvDH6A_URH/s1600/sarah_bucic_3%255B2%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdbkg3k8l6Vz1KuwW-J1G-Fq-3W_Qno7GScS8i9WvuaXsDmeaOpGg7UmglXfiVgq0OTanQ3Mgg4sVzvfcdBGWZqtIovA3Zvm10rGeZs-DEblA5RkthNiPx-UUsfRXCK5HRBilvDH6A_URH/s320/sarah_bucic_3%255B2%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>we either don't want, don't understand or pick up and carry through. <br />
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Such has been my life. <br />
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I hope to be back to this blog because I know I need to. For myself.Sojournerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05371601869204844111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083160260548847402.post-63823167541424890932011-02-02T16:36:00.000-08:002011-02-02T16:40:06.427-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtaWkIzXBBTww5IlF4Zqfdw9X35c8F1lfjvclMzt95HxHRRHeLHN6CAL_nvLCaBkREwv4ELXc2ooXPvNufqwzYS0sO-ZsVg74G4aqDGN5Hg1UaEyesdYUjPqE_zxrQDS4enfuHaWCwVHPJ/s1600/IMGP2033.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtaWkIzXBBTww5IlF4Zqfdw9X35c8F1lfjvclMzt95HxHRRHeLHN6CAL_nvLCaBkREwv4ELXc2ooXPvNufqwzYS0sO-ZsVg74G4aqDGN5Hg1UaEyesdYUjPqE_zxrQDS4enfuHaWCwVHPJ/s320/IMGP2033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569256170576726530" /></a>She has been doing such a good job protecting her yard and home since her brother's been gone. It was always Baileys job. It's a tough work when you are only a foot tall.Sojournerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05371601869204844111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083160260548847402.post-84940705095599605232011-01-27T20:20:00.000-08:002011-01-27T20:28:12.601-08:00Goodbye my friend.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg81FhjdWo_-js87wMZgG9UAMoCJ1RMJl1XjuyRjwBAVmQTxUcO8jOqcaIoe0ho0zRS5pO8U49EAJxSa4cRaq72XQv4H70Q-BaApOp1ON1hEiPsjZ98SXDlSQtwC-qy-zxj1cZeXK-3hgbS/s1600/IMGP2123.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg81FhjdWo_-js87wMZgG9UAMoCJ1RMJl1XjuyRjwBAVmQTxUcO8jOqcaIoe0ho0zRS5pO8U49EAJxSa4cRaq72XQv4H70Q-BaApOp1ON1hEiPsjZ98SXDlSQtwC-qy-zxj1cZeXK-3hgbS/s320/IMGP2123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567088232208608802" /></a><br /><br />I am out of coffee beans.<div>Sigh.</div><div>Tomorrow I will begin my coffee detox. I suppose it is a good time to begin. </div><div>Since I'm out of coffee beans.</div><div><br /></div><div>Goodbye coffee, my dear friend. Until we meet again. </div><div><br /></div><div>Wish me luck.</div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj_Y0H2eQYP2MG6Vje36Lb3uutH7DCTjaTVr0KEj_OBQ9Epfl3BUV0MxNrQP8v2ZdEqd4UnZ8aQmOJmt8A168v16dRTB8lunwK-E0iDbgCkdXMyEjRoZcAs7FR_aO-B6qCSF_sICmClXG-/s320/IMGP2135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567087814828262466" /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Tea, you are my new best friend. You have many</div><div>personalities.</div><div><br /></div><div>I hope we can get along.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Sojournerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05371601869204844111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083160260548847402.post-56187263863430106442011-01-26T16:54:00.000-08:002011-01-26T17:22:39.663-08:00And so it begins<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKusyhnHxNqYwZPstaXuUDNSATz5ijkM4Q7ZwlLZIueWAHJ8g2BbRAXuue-ioe5P3IjJ1nezjfIYe5xchmnTj6CVxfKbx04JaLyAUdr-hfVqE4ZS1OQLDJlXE4qxCKLoYwGhp8bp5XZE8P/s1600/IMGP2097.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKusyhnHxNqYwZPstaXuUDNSATz5ijkM4Q7ZwlLZIueWAHJ8g2BbRAXuue-ioe5P3IjJ1nezjfIYe5xchmnTj6CVxfKbx04JaLyAUdr-hfVqE4ZS1OQLDJlXE4qxCKLoYwGhp8bp5XZE8P/s200/IMGP2097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566669862764462226" /></a><br />A journey of unknown destination. Just a minute in time. Being present. Taking notice. Stop and slow down. Ponder. Reflect.Sojournerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05371601869204844111noreply@blogger.com0