<?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-2234230484088467742</id><updated>2011-08-29T05:59:18.258-07:00</updated><category term='healing'/><category term='receipes'/><title type='text'>Mothering with Nature</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to the life of a mother of three, healing and mothering herself, her children, and her friends, while living herbally in NYC.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-7764255879314521749</id><published>2009-03-03T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:09:14.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Basic</title><content type='html'>Back to Basics, alluding to the return to a simple life has been the phrase of the times we are in.  When I think of basic I think of basic cable, you know cable that has only the "necessary" channels and not all the others that we seem to think that we need; which by the way we lived without for many of years before we were marketed into thinking that we needed 500+ channels; and yet still we have nothing to watch.  Yes, basic, the impetus for this post. How many of us have marketed into thinking that we could not live without this or that, when at one point or another we did?  Not only did we live without it we were doing OK. And now after having it, we still feel as if we have nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic is defined as a starting point or basis.   So going back to basics would imply returning to the basis of who we were, stripping away or casting off all unnecessary acquisitions and attachments.  Oprah challenged her audience to the mantra of "Less stuff - more meaning."   Living with less stuff or the basic stuff we begin to look at what we truly are and then let go of what we never really have been, the illusion.  This can happen in a material way by defining how we live or ridding our homes of excess or it can happen by a shift in our thinking, ridding our minds of excess; shall I say vice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;, because the shift needs to happen in our minds first - just be aware it can change your world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-7764255879314521749?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/7764255879314521749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-basic.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/7764255879314521749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/7764255879314521749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-basic.html' title='Back to Basic'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-7256084864888363</id><published>2009-02-26T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:30:15.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine Goodness</title><content type='html'>Over the last year many miracles have happened in my life on large and small scales. More often than not, my prayers are answered in ways that are not quite miraculous as we would expect.  Like tonight, I had an amazingly busy day with an equally busy night, with the climax being a three hour parent teacher event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I reluctantly woke up knowing what was ahead of me, I pleaded with God to please help me just get through today.  Well, I got through it.  I was relieved by a helpful coworker so I could catch the train, which I missed the first one, got on the second one which arrived six seconds after the first (not usual for NYC), got a seat, and arrived at my daughter's school even before she did.  Each teacher had amazing things to say about my beautiful 11 year old.  The train home arrived just as we got to the station and my Mother was waiting at home with my bathed and fed 18 month old! When I got home I had renewed energy and was able to clean the kitchen, get the children ready for bed and write this post.  On most nights I am exhausted when I turn the key.  I write all this to say, that Divine goodness is not always shown by removing obstacles in our path, but rather sometimes it helps us navigate the path,  create a new path or giving us enough energy to walk the path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-7256084864888363?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/7256084864888363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2009/02/divine-goodness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/7256084864888363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/7256084864888363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2009/02/divine-goodness.html' title='Divine Goodness'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-3465994013829571836</id><published>2009-02-24T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:43:57.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Fortunate, are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tomorrow the Oprah Show will focus on the new faces of the recession.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Having seen these faces, and realizing how very much they look like me or my family members and close friends; I have started to reexamine the meeting of fortunate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Many times we believe that to be fortunate we have to have won the lottery, met that amazing partner, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fulfilled&lt;/span&gt; some life long desire.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fortunate in this day and time takes on a how different meaning from what we have grown &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accustomed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ask your friends what they are fortunate for these days and listen to their responses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You will realize that the answers are closer to the true meaning of fortunate than ever before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are all thankful these days just at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;receiving of some unexpected good which was not dependent on our own skill or efforts;&lt;/span&gt; and this is the true definition of Fortunate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pay attention to all the little ways we have been fortunate today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-3465994013829571836?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/3465994013829571836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-fortunate-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/3465994013829571836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/3465994013829571836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-fortunate-are-you.html' title='I am Fortunate, are you?'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-153053629009737318</id><published>2009-01-28T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:14:51.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vision, Change and Faith - Why we need all three</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; A change in my external circumstances provides me with an opportunity to grow as  a human being. The greater the change, the faster I can grow. If we  can perceive change along these lines, we will find it exciting and energizing,  rather than depressing and debilitating.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I read this somewhere, and boy am I growing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Its seems that 2009 has been designed with  change in mind, so instead of falling under the bus of change, I climbing on  it using the steps of Faith.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There can  be no change without Faith, I am here to tell.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;There should be neither, without Vision; your Vision defines the change,  the outcome, what you desire, and the intended state for your life. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;To truly see faith in action, you must a Vision for your life, for your future.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Envision your future life, change now, and have faith, a  confident belief, that what you see, you will be... &lt;i style=""&gt;even without proof&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style=""&gt;that is --- until you are living it of  course!&lt;/i&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/2234230484088467742-153053629009737318?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/153053629009737318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2009/01/vision-change-and-faith-why-we-need-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/153053629009737318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/153053629009737318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2009/01/vision-change-and-faith-why-we-need-all.html' title='Vision, Change and Faith - Why we need all three'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-18486073986159462</id><published>2009-01-15T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:14:29.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survival of a Friendship</title><content type='html'>I find myself exploring the nature of my friendships past and present with my girlfriends.  How these friendships change?  How some friendships end and how some have survived through life's many twists and turns.  The more I look at it, the more I compare my friendships to a marriage.  Can you change, grow and still remain one?  Contrary to what I might have believed, that friendships end because of distance, time, etc.  I now know that friendships end: 1.  because one or both parties are unwilling to live with the growth or lack of growth in another, 2. we feel that our current lifestyle or choices will not be supported by the other so we choose not to involve them in our lives, and 3.  this may be the most important, we are so afraid of losing a friend that we will not tell them the truth, so we shy away.  A true friend, who has known you for some time becomes an exceptional mirror, that you can see your reflection clearly.  They can tell us what is it that we project to the world.  They see the insides of us and read our emotions so clearly that we may find this hard to live with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our friendships we adhere to this falsehood that true friends don't fight so we never get to hash things out as is needed from time to time in any healthy relationship.  As in a partnership/ marriage a good fight clears the air and you can let go of all the anger and move on.  You are allowed to speak from your soul and say what you feel.  You are allowed to share what is your experience of the friendship.  Do you pretend everything is fine when its not?  2009, I pledge to myself to respond with truth, when solicited of course.  This I have to remember, any unsolicited advice is not met with an open heart, so respond only when solicited, and respond in a manner that you would like for yourself.  I will learn how to fight with a friend and find ways to resolve conflict.  This can only mean greater, tested, stronger, more meaningful friendships for me to enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-18486073986159462?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/18486073986159462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2009/01/survival-of-friendship.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/18486073986159462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/18486073986159462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2009/01/survival-of-friendship.html' title='Survival of a Friendship'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-1723127887315696696</id><published>2009-01-11T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T18:48:33.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Live  Your Life!</title><content type='html'>Today I heard the phrase "You are never too old to have a new life".  This phrase resonated with me thoroughly.  You see its never really too late to have a new life, as long as we are alive.  If there is a life you have been waiting to live, why not begin today.  Each time I think in these terms, I realize that they are parts of my life that are missing from the overall picture.  These parts I keep waiting to live , as if there is just the right moment.  And this happens to be that moment.  Whether its to spend more time doing the things that I love, being in true service or just having more fun in general, each day these have been placed at the bottom of the to-do list.  Not anymore! I was reminded  today, as a special family said goodbye to their special son, that its not how long you live, its how you live.  You can be young in years and have a beautiful, significant, epic of a life story, if you make lasting impressions and live the life that you truly want.  To borrow a phrase from T.I. "Just Live Your life!" This is the only moment that counts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-1723127887315696696?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/1723127887315696696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-life-your-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/1723127887315696696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/1723127887315696696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-life-your-life.html' title='Just Live  Your Life!'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-7256677962639264152</id><published>2009-01-07T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T18:19:09.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress in our Children</title><content type='html'>As a full-time worker, a mother of three and a business owner, I am no stranger to stress, as I am sure many of you are share this burden.  But do we recognize the signs of stress in our children?  Please read my latest article on &lt;a href="http://ezinearticles.com/?id=1813549"&gt;Recognizing Stress/distress in our Children&lt;/a&gt; and let me know your thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-7256677962639264152?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/7256677962639264152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2009/01/stress-in-our-children.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/7256677962639264152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/7256677962639264152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2009/01/stress-in-our-children.html' title='Stress in our Children'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-5026384888475756063</id><published>2009-01-01T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:25:43.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>I get the distinct impression from talking to my friends that this New Year is being met with much apprehension.  And given the economic situation, the many wars being fought and continuing environmental issues I would have to say rightly so.  However, many of us are choosing to stay hopeful that the change we all so wanted will bring about just what we hoped.  It was the mystic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rumi&lt;/span&gt; that said the "Moonlight floods the whole sky from horizon to horizon; How much of it can fill your room depends on its windows."  This new year let our windows be clear and clean and huge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his now infamous writings &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rumi&lt;/span&gt; also wrote of the Three Pearls.  In this story Adam was gifted from the Divine with three pearls, Reason, Faith and Humility.  He had to choose which of these pearls he mostly desired.  He choose Reason, that is when the pearls of Faith and Humility then said to him "We cannot exist without of our holy friend, Reason."  So Faith and Humility was also granted to him.  As children of Adam we have also been granted these pearls.  In this New Year, let us use the all.  Let our power of Reason help us to put in perspective all that we see and hear in the media.  Use this power to make the best decisions for 2009.  Have Faith in our heart that these decisions are made knowing that each and every step we take is a necessary one that leads to the making of YOU.  And most importantly have Humility on our face,  understand that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything&lt;/span&gt; that we possess, truly belongs to this life, and to have it, is a blessing from the Divine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-5026384888475756063?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/5026384888475756063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/5026384888475756063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/5026384888475756063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-7348060302526315782</id><published>2008-12-29T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:42:08.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine Intervention</title><content type='html'>Here I am feeling some apprehension and some fear over a life changing event in the works.  Its seems as if at once, I could have the opportunity to purse my dream life, and I am lagging behind my destiny.  Tonight, I have one thing in mind and that is Divine Intervention.  Other words for intervention are interference and interruption.  Divine interference and interruption can be defined as a miracle.  Sometimes, as a matter of fact most if not all of the time, you are not quite ready for the divine to intervene/interrupt your life.  I have been working on faith for some time now and this is a how faith plays out.  When you are interrupted your current path, when your current well laid out plans are interfered with, do you realize that it could be the divine miracle? Working for your best interest, aiding you in fulfilling your life's purpose, answering your very prayers, laying out for you a different, better path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-7348060302526315782?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/7348060302526315782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/12/divine-intervention.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/7348060302526315782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/7348060302526315782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/12/divine-intervention.html' title='Divine Intervention'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-1576132512151504854</id><published>2008-12-28T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:00:40.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Receiving, the joy in giving</title><content type='html'>My holiday was great.  Though I must admit, it was exhausting and at the same time incredibly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;satisfying&lt;/span&gt;.  The lesson  for me this holiday season was to learn how to receive.  Giving comes easy to me, as it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; does to most mothers, for that matter, women in general. Receiving well that has to be developed.  In order to receive anything you have to learn how to ask, and for most of us growing up with parents from the generation that believed your needs will be provided to you and anything beyond that was just plain out of the goodness of their heart, asking does not come naturally.  Learning to ask for what you want is an on going lesson for me.  Prior to the holidays, the kids would ask what did I want,  I told them to use their imagination.  In all reality there is plenty I want, books to read, journals to write, gloves to wear, etc.  But listing these seemed too self involved.    I find that I do this often with the man I spend my life with, its as if I want him to know my wants &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;telepathically&lt;/span&gt;....but this is another post all together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I make my 2009 Becoming ME List - I like this way more than resolutions, being more self involved will be top on that list, which of course has to do with what value I place on myself.  So valuing me more will also be high on that list.  This season and all others receive with as much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;confidence&lt;/span&gt; as you would if you were the one giving.  Say thank you and savior the moment that someone else thought you were special enough to think of you in such a memorable and beautiful way.  Receiving well is the joy to be had in giving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-1576132512151504854?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/1576132512151504854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/12/receiving-joy-in-giving.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/1576132512151504854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/1576132512151504854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/12/receiving-joy-in-giving.html' title='Receiving, the joy in giving'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-1247825850088357280</id><published>2008-12-23T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T20:12:56.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zion and Katara</title><content type='html'>Zion he is my dreamer.  From the time Zion was born he would stare at me.  As a matter of fact, when the doctor handed me him we could not take our eyes off each other.  Its always felt that there was a familiarity of our spirits.  I still catch him starring at me.  Most who know him would describe him as a cool kid.   I attest to many that my cool kid was raised on herbal tea, he drank catnip tea as a child and loved it, to explain his coolness, but it goes beyond that.  He is the one I tell my dreams and hopes because he is as protective and convinced as I am about them.  He holds my hand and says I love you at any given time.  Recently while spending the afternoon in my bed, I described to him in confidence my courageous and powerful alter ego and asked him to suggest a name for her.  He asked where did she live?  I said the ocean.  He said so when you are afraid she helps you to be strong?  I said yes and he named her Katara....and I said Perfect!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-1247825850088357280?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/1247825850088357280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/12/zion-and-katara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/1247825850088357280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/1247825850088357280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/12/zion-and-katara.html' title='Zion and Katara'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-4225030064992658755</id><published>2008-12-19T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T18:46:23.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not afraid of the Dark</title><content type='html'>As I get older, I am becoming exposed, exposed to my darkness.  I embrace this other side of me that I have tried to cover-up and hide.  Its the part of me that makes me interesting, unique, fun and whole! I am of the ocean and I am ruled by the moon.  As the moon phases changes so does mine.  I can have a phase where not much light shines from me.  That is my darkness, those are the nights that you nor I see my fullness.  Then I begin to regain that fullness slowly; and you will see me emerge anew.  As the moon cycles, so does our bodies, and then I am full with the possibilities of life.  But as with any cycle, I will begin to wane and become dark.  It is necessary to know this dark side, in order to experience my light side.  I have learned not be afraid of the dark, because there are many lessons to be learned by living inward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-4225030064992658755?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/4225030064992658755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-not-afraid-of-dark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/4225030064992658755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/4225030064992658755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-not-afraid-of-dark.html' title='I am not afraid of the Dark'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-6061942209308395944</id><published>2008-12-15T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:33:29.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SUchejnKxPI/AAAAAAAAACw/OOqUreynDz4/s1600-h/campus_winter_nature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SUchejnKxPI/AAAAAAAAACw/OOqUreynDz4/s200/campus_winter_nature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280225896954512626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a person who enjoys the cold, but I am appreciating this Winter.  I am beginning to celebrate the endings as well as the beginnings, yes even for the seasons.    The Druid's Herbal says that Winter is the "Time for preconception, the time from which new ideas and new life will ultimately spring."  The wisdom of nature shows us that as the trees abandoned their leaves and take root,  going within themselves to be reborn again, so should we.    Abandon all external concerns and go deep within yourself and examine how it is that we would want to be reborn this Spring.  So this Winter take the time to get warm and comfortable and dream, dream vivid dreams and write them down and in Spring celebrate the new you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-6061942209308395944?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/6061942209308395944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/12/beautiful-winter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/6061942209308395944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/6061942209308395944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/12/beautiful-winter.html' title='Beautiful Winter'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SUchejnKxPI/AAAAAAAAACw/OOqUreynDz4/s72-c/campus_winter_nature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-2148589458886301817</id><published>2008-12-14T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:21:00.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifelines</title><content type='html'>Do you have a lifeline?  Do you have that one person that you can call at 1:00 a.m. and you know that they will answer the phone and stay on as long as you need them?  I am beginning to measure my life, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which I now believe is a sign of me getting old, &lt;/span&gt; but anyway,  I am measuring my life by the times I have been there for a friend when I was needed.  Did I or do I go out of my way, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; out of my way for one of my girlfriends, without them having to ask, but rather because I knew they needed me?  When was the last time I just visited a friend who I knew was lonely?  When was the last time I offered myself to an overwhelmed friend for the afternoon? Will I answer my phone at 1:00 am. when they call? It may not be important,  but that one time I could be a lifeline! And the universe rotates on reciprocity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-2148589458886301817?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/2148589458886301817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/12/lifelines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/2148589458886301817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/2148589458886301817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/12/lifelines.html' title='Lifelines'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-2940389031350526801</id><published>2008-12-09T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:20:52.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could I be a hater?</title><content type='html'>When we begin to not like someone for what they possess something that we don't, or may they have been blessed in a way that we have not.  Or maybe they possess a physical quality that we just don't find appealing,  we are beginning to sow seeds of hate.  I know, hate seems like such a strong word.  I don't like it, I even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; using it to describe a possible quality that I might have.  However, the very foundation of hate is jealously, disregard, disrespect, feeling of  separateness, us against them.  All of which I have manifested on more than on occasion.  Hate takes a hold of you when you least expect it, as a matter of fact it shows up when you swear that you don't possess it.  We find ourselves manifesting it to our partners, friends, coworker, parents, sibling, whoever.   Pretty soon no one is immune from our dislike.  I am making 2009 a year of less hate and will make a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; effort to try manifesting the polar opposite of hate.  Would you join me in my quest to stop being a hater. Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-2940389031350526801?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/2940389031350526801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/12/could-i-be-hater.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/2940389031350526801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/2940389031350526801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/12/could-i-be-hater.html' title='Could I be a hater?'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-6043882789259063037</id><published>2008-12-06T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T19:01:43.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy  to the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/STs8hq2iMoI/AAAAAAAAACo/60TPt60Mjb0/s1600-h/joy_ornament01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/STs8hq2iMoI/AAAAAAAAACo/60TPt60Mjb0/s200/joy_ornament01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276877937531040386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time of year the word joy is used often.  We will sing about it, we might sign our name to it on our christmas cards, it surrounds us.  It no wonder that I thought a great deal about joy in the last two days, I wonder why it was that I am not more joyful or full or joy on a daily basis.  With so much going on in our world today, we all need to be reminded to find joy, yes we have to seek it out.   The first place to look, is when we wake up in the morning,  we are alive, there is such a pure and simple joy in being alive.  Joy is defined as the response to feelings of happiness, experiences of pleasure, and awareness of abundance. Celebrate the moments of happiness you notice as you go through your day. When something good happens, call a friend and share the joy.  Dance at your Christmas party, jump for joy, laugh heartly, as often as possible. Feel yourself become full with joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exeprience pleasure, one way we can do this is by inviting joy in to our lives this holiday season by giving &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; than we receive, yes more.  Give without expecting to get in return -- you know, "There is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; more&lt;/span&gt; joy in giving than there is in receiving".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next become aware of our abundance,  remember how extremely lucky we are to have all the things we possess.  Feelings of gratitude creates a true sense of joy, the joy of being blessed. Then remember we have the power as to how much joy we create in our lives....Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-6043882789259063037?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/6043882789259063037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/12/joy-to-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/6043882789259063037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/6043882789259063037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/12/joy-to-world.html' title='Joy  to the world'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/STs8hq2iMoI/AAAAAAAAACo/60TPt60Mjb0/s72-c/joy_ornament01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-247637225248679817</id><published>2008-12-03T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:40:18.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right on Thyme/Time</title><content type='html'>Yesterday on my herbal blog I wrote about the herb Thyme and in reviewing my notes, I came across an interesting use of Thyme.  It is said that using &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thyme&lt;/span&gt; helps the user develop a better relationship with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time.&lt;/span&gt;  Boy do I need that,  I am thinking intravenously.  I  have a damaged relationship with time, I constantly feel like there is not enough of it and its not on my side.    Its been a part of my bedtime routine for years to fall asleep counting the hours I have left to sleep before its time to wake.  You know, if I go to sleep now I can have four, five, six hours of sleep before the alarm...  I know I cannot be alone in this.   It seems like we  move through life counting the hours, minutes, and seconds before our next move.   For anything done while counting time is devalued,  a devalued moment, a devalued hour and a devalued life.  So tonight I am making a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; effort to  take my eyes off the clock and focus on whats in front of me...the present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-247637225248679817?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/247637225248679817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterday-on-my-herbal-blog-i-wrote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/247637225248679817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/247637225248679817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterday-on-my-herbal-blog-i-wrote.html' title='Right on Thyme/Time'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-125568178637770021</id><published>2008-12-01T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:01:41.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming...</title><content type='html'>I am coming into my own and the more I do so the more I am free to just live my life.  You may think that if others knew the real you they would be shocked.  I think, the will embrace you for being you.  You see,  most times if they love you, they already know who you are, because some times we confuse the love we get with the love we give, or Vice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-125568178637770021?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/125568178637770021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/12/becoming.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/125568178637770021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/125568178637770021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/12/becoming.html' title='Becoming...'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-287985282075712064</id><published>2008-11-30T11:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T12:10:39.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/STLvT46ootI/AAAAAAAAACg/B_40GtTf1Fc/s1600-h/guyana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/STLvT46ootI/AAAAAAAAACg/B_40GtTf1Fc/s200/guyana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274541238579143378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born in village as pictured above.  I was born at home on a Friday and was the last child of four.  The Essequibo Coast is bordered by the Atlantic Ocean and the Essequibo River.  From my Grandmother's window you have an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uninterrupted&lt;/span&gt; view of the Ocean and the progressive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Horizon&lt;/span&gt;.  In our village we relied heavily on these water ways for all our needs.  We feed ourselves and maintained every aspect of our lives including transportation using these water ways.  Our major source of light was moonlight,  we had no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;refrigerators&lt;/span&gt; so we only cooked what could be eaten by the family in that day.   We planted gardens and ate the produce.  It was a small village and every one knew each other by name.   Our free time was spent as you see above, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt;.  Being one with our surroundings.    Through my adult life I have always felt a strong connection to where I was born.  Can you tell the person I am and the person I will become from knowing  where I was born?  Can you tell who you truly are and who you will become  by looking at where you were born?  I bet you can.  The time, place, date and of course the alignments of the planets are direct indicators of who YOU are.  This reminder that no matter where your life takes you to never forget where your life started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-287985282075712064?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/287985282075712064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/11/from-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/287985282075712064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/287985282075712064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/11/from-beginning.html' title='From the Beginning'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/STLvT46ootI/AAAAAAAAACg/B_40GtTf1Fc/s72-c/guyana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-2137875660687578981</id><published>2008-11-23T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:17:25.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>I am fortunate and so are you to have true friends.  Friendship is defined by Webster as &lt;i&gt;supportive behavior&lt;/i&gt; between two or more beings.  Support is defined as to hold in position so as to keep from falling, sinking, or slipping.  To bear the weight of, especially from below.  My friends provide me with that level of support. They keep me from falling, literally as well as figuratively, sinking or slipping.  They bear the weight especially from below; such that the things they do to support me, are done without expectation of public recognition.  Its as if they operate below the surface to keep me standing and intact.  Tonight I am issuing a great THANK YOU to you all  for your support and ask you to continue to stand by me as they have always done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-2137875660687578981?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/2137875660687578981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/2137875660687578981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/2137875660687578981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-8027348185697588099</id><published>2008-11-19T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:38:22.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Push On</title><content type='html'>I am moving ahead in being the  the woman I have always wanted to be.  The one I was created to be.  I am moving ahead because my dreams are taking flight and most of all because I cannot be left behind.  I strive to be relevant in the eyes of my children so that at every juncture I can relate to them.  Its deeper than providing an example for them its more of being their Inspiration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-8027348185697588099?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/8027348185697588099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/11/push-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/8027348185697588099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/8027348185697588099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/11/push-on.html' title='Push On'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-4905239295498265825</id><published>2008-11-16T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:17:05.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Grace</title><content type='html'>Last night before I feel asleep I recognize the presence of Amazing Grace in my life.  I was filled with pure humility for yet another chance to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;succeed&lt;/span&gt;.  Grace is defined as the enabling power sufficient for progression or the necessary power to succeed. Divine Grace is defined as an indispensable gift from God for development, improvement, and character expansion.  With this gift we can overcome our inherent limitations, weaknesses, and faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divine Grace also can be defined as God's empowering presence in ones life enabling them to do and be what they were created to do and be.   This is manifested by the  multitude of chances we are given to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fulfill&lt;/span&gt; our life's purpose.  Chances to develop who we are, to truly inhabit ourselves.  In spite of the many times we have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;abandoned&lt;/span&gt; our journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-4905239295498265825?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/4905239295498265825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/11/amazing-grace.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/4905239295498265825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/4905239295498265825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/11/amazing-grace.html' title='Amazing Grace'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-3250718212078161317</id><published>2008-11-11T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T19:03:00.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life the River</title><content type='html'>My Lauren told me that a friend of  hers noticed the that she and her brother did not look much alike and wanted to know if they had different fathers.  Lauren has heard this before and knows how to answer best.  Her usual answers is "Yes of course, that's why I am so much smarter."  I asked her if this questions bothered her any.  She said no and I believed her.  I have always felt it is best to be honest with Lauren and explain why she and her brothers have different fathers.  You see it was clearly not my intention as I set out on my life's path to have different fathers for my children.  I recently read that what water wants to do is to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;basically&lt;/span&gt; flow downhill by the straightest possible route. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Meandering&lt;/span&gt; is what happens when a river's best intentions were somehow thwarted. In end of course, rivers get their way and eventually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;succeed&lt;/span&gt; through the meander even if it takes a life time or more.  And this is my life's story,  I set out to live the straightest possible of lives, but my intentions were thwarted.  In the end I hope I can eventually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;succeed&lt;/span&gt; through all my meanders and truly have a life that brought me true joy and for that I will be most proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-3250718212078161317?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/3250718212078161317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-life-river.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/3250718212078161317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/3250718212078161317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-life-river.html' title='My life the River'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-1170923120439266135</id><published>2008-11-08T20:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T20:10:16.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I had to stop and listen to what my body was saying.  I have been doing the most and getting very little rest, the perfect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recipe&lt;/span&gt; for a depleted immune system.  My children caught a cold and I followed suit.  Today I decided to cancel everything I had to do and truly listen to my body and provide the care it required.  Mostly, it needs rest.  I began treating my immune system with all the things I know it loves, vitamin C, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;echinacea&lt;/span&gt; and drank peppermint tea to relax and soothe all areas that were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disturbed&lt;/span&gt;.   Sometimes in all your grand plans your body signals to you to slow down.  Any illness can be taken as a direct message from the body to stop and listen to its needs.  After all you are not in control of everything, as a matter of fact anything!  So its going to be an early night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-1170923120439266135?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/1170923120439266135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-i-had-to-stop-and-listen-to-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/1170923120439266135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/1170923120439266135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-i-had-to-stop-and-listen-to-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-5920937288445033095</id><published>2008-11-07T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T17:35:32.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The face of a modern herbalist</title><content type='html'>In my article on Urban Herbalism I address whats it like to be an herbalist living in NYC and how I keep this beautiful tradition alive and well living in the City. Here's the link   http://EzineArticles.com/?id=1656264&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-5920937288445033095?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ezinearticles.com/?id=1656264' title='The face of a modern herbalist'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/5920937288445033095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/11/face-of-modern-herbalist.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/5920937288445033095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/5920937288445033095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/11/face-of-modern-herbalist.html' title='The face of a modern herbalist'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-4523583763781413468</id><published>2008-11-06T20:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:05:52.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barack Obama  - Coco Tee</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zxn9jhypHfo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zxn9jhypHfo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-4523583763781413468?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/4523583763781413468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/11/barack-obama-coco-tee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/4523583763781413468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/4523583763781413468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/11/barack-obama-coco-tee.html' title='Barack Obama  - Coco Tee'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-4134536800113383618</id><published>2008-11-06T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:25:37.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight as I sat here contemplating one more opportunity to volunteer.   I began to feel exhausted.  I realized that before I could help anyone I need to make sure that I was OK&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;You see&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Loving your Neighbor as Yourself&lt;/span&gt; is a biblical commandment, as a matter of fact the second commandment, superseded only by loving God.  For me,  I forget many times the part of the commandment that says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"As you love Yourself&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my nature to reach to take up a cause.  As a matter of fact, I felt like I was born to fight for many different causes.  I am a cause junkie.  But when you really think about in order to please God you have to love yourself as much as you love your neighbor.  Self love is the beginning of loving.  If you have read my blogs,  I am still learning to love and value me as much as I value others.  If I have the desire to take care of my neighbor, then I should have an equal desire to take care of myself, realizing that putting myself first does not make me selfish.  Its like when you get on a plane and the crew runs through all the safety features in case anything should happen and they tell parents or those traveling with young children to first secure their oxygen mask first and then your child's;  well its like that when you put yourself first,  it give you the necessary ability to be able to take care of others.   Do not neglect yourselves by giving all you have to others. Do you relate, let me know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-4134536800113383618?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/4134536800113383618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/11/tonight-as-i-sat-here-contemplating-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/4134536800113383618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/4134536800113383618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/11/tonight-as-i-sat-here-contemplating-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-871479437236269471</id><published>2008-11-05T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:29:06.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe - in the Possibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Today I awoke with the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Possibility&lt;/span&gt; in my mind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  Possibility&lt;/span&gt; is defined by Webster as the capability of existing, being true.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When you think of it in these terms you begin to see that the very act of living/existence breeds possibilities.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Being true, true to yourself, breeds even more possibilities.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Other words for possibility are:&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; conceivable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, potential, opportunity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Put these together and the sum of it is, if you exist, and are true to your being,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;whatever you conceive, you have the potential to create the perfect opportunity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today believe anything is possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-871479437236269471?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/871479437236269471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/11/believe-in-possibility.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/871479437236269471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/871479437236269471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/11/believe-in-possibility.html' title='Believe - in the Possibility'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-5153560362731479333</id><published>2008-11-04T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:31:42.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>President Elect Barack Obama</title><content type='html'>So much in my heart that can be put into words.  Its like the faces that I saw today on the street, we needn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;communicate&lt;/span&gt; to know what each of us was thinking.  We are a part of this country and our voices will be heard today!  I am an American living in a New America.  God bless President Obama and his family.  Yes,  Daddy in your life time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-5153560362731479333?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/5153560362731479333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/11/president-elect-barack-obama.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/5153560362731479333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/5153560362731479333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/11/president-elect-barack-obama.html' title='President Elect Barack Obama'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-7341754770132070327</id><published>2008-11-03T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:49:16.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are worthy</title><content type='html'>When my self-esteem takes a beating my self worth should kick in.  I consider myself to be a confident person.  I am confident in front of my peers and in front of strangers.  As a matter of fact I recently took a personality test and I was found to be outgoing.  So I would say my self esteem is intact for now.  But even when my self esteem has been great, my self worth has not always been great.  Lurking behind the exterior was and sometimes is some one who can forget the value of herself - her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;self worth&lt;/span&gt;. Your self esteem can go up and down.  Its how you feel about yourself at the present time good or bad.  Its change&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;able&lt;/span&gt;, it can grow if you get a promotion, a compliment or loose that hard to loose last ten pounds.    Self worth is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;innate&lt;/span&gt;, you are born with it, its a gift from God.  You are worthwhile person you have a value from birth. Your life is an expression of divine  energy and purpose.  The thing with self worth is that you can forget you have it.  So what I am issuing to you is a reminder,  you are worthy even if your self esteem is not quite on point today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-7341754770132070327?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/7341754770132070327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-are-worthy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/7341754770132070327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/7341754770132070327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-are-worthy.html' title='You are worthy'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-8895562772368604412</id><published>2008-10-30T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:52:22.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vision for Your life</title><content type='html'>Each of us needs to have a mission statement and vision statement for our lives.  Major corporations and even small ones craft a vision to inspire them to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt;. Likewise we need a vision to inspire us to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;achieve&lt;/span&gt; beyond our own expectations.  To point us in new directions and give us the determination to get there by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;visualizing&lt;/span&gt; what it would be like when we have arrived.  To quote Aristotle, "the soul never thinks without a picture." So, What is the vision for your life?  Where do you see your most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; self?  A few years ago I was trained by the Institute of Cultural Affairs in Community Facilitation.  This course gave me the skills necessary to aid community groups with whom I was working to determine and achieve their common goals as a neighborhood.  One of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;exercises&lt;/span&gt; taught to me, I want to now share with you to aid you in determining and creating a map to achieving your life's goals.  Its what I use to help me to stay focused on my goals and keep them tangible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key is begin at the end.  Imagine yourself at your most successful.  The ask the following questions and write the answers down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;What am I doing?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where am I doing it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How do I look?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How do I feel?  This is an important one, holding on that feeling will make the goal seem that much more real.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who surrounds you?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What feels good?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who are you talking to for support?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who is paying you?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How much are you getting paid?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why are they paying you and not someone else?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;When answering these questions, remember that its your ultimate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt; story.  So there are no limitations, so dream big.  Think about what your perfect world would look like.  Just by answering these ten questions you can see clearly where you would like to be.  Next you must note where you are now and then how you will get from point A to point B becomes your goals. You goals should be distant enough so that you can work for it, but clear enough to measure progress.  This can be done quarterly, yearly, every five years, whenever, as your vision for yourself becomes refined, refine your goals.  Next you should create a visual representation of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt;.  This is known as a Vision Board.  I have been working on creating my vision board and will share it with you later.  Now start work and begin to envision the most successful YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-8895562772368604412?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/8895562772368604412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/vision-for-your-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/8895562772368604412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/8895562772368604412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/vision-for-your-life.html' title='A Vision for Your life'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-4102773043545326408</id><published>2008-10-30T18:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T18:16:47.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love now</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MaYh-KN94Ko&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MaYh-KN94Ko&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-4102773043545326408?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/4102773043545326408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-now.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/4102773043545326408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/4102773043545326408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-now.html' title='Love now'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-2407352380134450052</id><published>2008-10-29T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:49:38.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love now...</title><content type='html'>My cousin who I love dearly and I have this most interesting way of making our daily walk to the subway more interesting.  We play this game where we try to imagine the life story of people we pass.  It usually ends up leading back to our very lives, which does not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; me.  If you've read my earlier blogs you know by now that I think our stories are universal.  Today,  I practiced our game in reverse.  I wonder what people who passed me on the subway, stood next to me on the train and passed me in the street could tell about me.  Could they tell my story by just looking at me?  Could they see all there was in the making of ME?  With that thought in mind I smiled at the man seated in front of me on the train, held enough eye contact for a New Yorker, with the elderly woman who I passed on the platform this afternoon and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; every afternoon and starred at a baby being held my his mother longer that I should have.  It was as if I wanted to shout,  there's more to me than meets your eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, I realize that this game made me stop and notice humanity, all about me.  I've recently seen a video called the Love Now.  I don't know if many of you have seen it.  Today, I called to mind the part of the video that said, and this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;loosely&lt;/span&gt; quoted,  "We make pilgrimages to see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dalai&lt;/span&gt; Lama, be in the land and go to the temples of Buddha and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gandhi&lt;/span&gt; for some moment of hope, when we encounter divinity all around us every day.... The whole world is our temple/church."  More on this later.  Check out this most inspiring video at http://www.lovenowmusic.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-2407352380134450052?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/2407352380134450052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-cousin-who-i-love-dearly-and-i-have.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/2407352380134450052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/2407352380134450052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-cousin-who-i-love-dearly-and-i-have.html' title='Love now...'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-4014051842488444519</id><published>2008-10-27T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:18:41.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am falling in love......</title><content type='html'>With me.  I am beautiful.  I am beautifully human.  My face and body are different than it was years ago.   But I am more beautiful now than then.  I look at my face and body both changed by the birth of my two children and I stare.  I stare at how knowing and instantly endearing my eyes are, I see them reflected in those of my children, how my smile has become more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;genuine&lt;/span&gt;, because I know true joy, how my arms are stronger from carrying my children.  How my hips are more defined from giving birth, how my hair is longer and healthier from having a baby in my womb.  I love my hands,  they have become softer from being used to soothe,  I love my breast they can sustain life.  I love my skin how it melts into that of another and provides warmth.  I love my mouth, the way my lips move when I say I love you and mean it.  I love the way I move, with a purpose.  My nakedness is appealing and when I am clothe I stand in the center of who I am.  Please accept this not a sign of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;conceit&lt;/span&gt; but rather a sign of a woman coming in to her own.  Let me inspire you to stand in front of the mirror naked and stare at your reflection with the utmost desire and see yourself for who you are today and how your beauty has grown.   To all my girlfriends, excuse me when I stare...I am just amazed by your beauty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-4014051842488444519?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/4014051842488444519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-falling-in-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/4014051842488444519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/4014051842488444519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-falling-in-love.html' title='I am falling in love......'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-4220370895347302160</id><published>2008-10-26T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:16:36.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The way you understand love is the way you make love</title><content type='html'>The way you understand anything is the way you make it, why not love.  I have seen my mother make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Roti&lt;/span&gt; on many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occasions&lt;/span&gt;, yet I cannot make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Roti&lt;/span&gt;,  why?  Because I don't understand all the steps involved in making my favorite dish.  I just don't get it. So it is with my sex life,  it is a direct response to my current understanding of love.  When I understand the woman I am, I feel sexy.  It is then my sex life takes on a clarity of its own,  this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;manifested&lt;/span&gt; in me being more open and direct about what makes me feel good and what it is that I want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my early twenties,  I was not so sure about how I wanted to be loved, because I was not so sure about myself.  What I knew about sex came from the pages of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cosmopolitan&lt;/span&gt; magazine, I read and then I acted, what I understood was what I read, someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; experience written out to help us understand the act of sex,  a manual much as a car manual is written by someone else and it helps you figure out how to open the hood and check the oil, etc.  I know now having read my car's manual how to open the hood and check the oil, but I never do it because,  I just don't quite get it.  Likewise,  though I  am grateful to Cosmo for the tips and techniques I learned, it was not my thing.  My thing is what I have learned over the years, its precious to me, I gained an understanding of what it is to love myself.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my relationships throughout the years, I have loved every which way.  I loved with guilt therefore I made love with a level of shame, I loved with fear, so I made love with fearing that if I was not good enough I would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;abandoned&lt;/span&gt;.  I loved with a sense of power, not in myself, but power in the act itself, so I made love selfishly, only to hold someone else captive. These experience I can now admit were not true expressions of love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am older and I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;growing&lt;/span&gt; in my understanding of me and my spirit and love itself, I can make love as if I better understand it.   I can be sexy and open and even use some of the tools Cosmo taught me because I understand love to be the very nature of the divine, and I am a divine being.  We are here because of the power of love.  The act of creation is solely based on love, and as a woman I can I become so filled with love that I can create. That's sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of love, as I now understand it to be, is the one thing that connects each and everyone of us beyond any barriers, in race, class, or geographical divide.  So yes, from a woman's standpoint,  sex does get better with age.  Age brings understanding, and understaning brings orgasms.  And in each orgasmic moment you will begin to see flashes of your divinity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-4220370895347302160?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/4220370895347302160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/way-you-understand-love-is-way-you-make.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/4220370895347302160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/4220370895347302160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/way-you-understand-love-is-way-you-make.html' title='The way you understand love is the way you make love'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-7626277786987013072</id><published>2008-10-24T19:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T19:47:52.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My obvious choice - Sleep</title><content type='html'>Sleep is my redeemer.  It restores me, it renews me, it refines me.  When asked what are my plans this weekend I want to reply SLEEP.  When asked what I want to do by my partner I want to reply SLEEP. When asked what I want for Christmas, I want to reply SLEEP, Valentine's Day, Easter, my Birthday, you know the rest.  As you can tell by now, I rarely get the needed amount of sleep.   I am a mother of a thirteen month old who has been unable to separate my bed from his, an eight year old who is going through a week of not wanting to sleep in his bed without the lights on and regular checks from his mother, and a nocturnal boyfriend who feels that we should have logical conversations after two in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to sleep.  I remember after the break up of any of my numerous relationships I would sleep it off.  I sleep when I am happy, I sleep when I am sad, hungry, full, whatever, I sleep.  When I arrived from my life changing trip across the country, I could not wait to fall asleep in familiar territory, my old room.  I slept the way I slept when I was a teenager, in my teenager room, on my teenager bed.  I was home again.  This is what sleep signifies to me it signifies being home again, letting your guard down and disappearing from the world and all its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;entrappings&lt;/span&gt; for a while, if I am lucky a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep renew the cells of the body, renews the mind and generates new thought.  It provides answers to our long held questions and creates a new beginning for you each time you awake.  At this moment all the children are in bed and I am heading to my therapy session with my therapist Pillow.  I will see you when I awake tomorrow.  Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-7626277786987013072?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/7626277786987013072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-obvious-choice-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/7626277786987013072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/7626277786987013072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-obvious-choice-sleep.html' title='My obvious choice - Sleep'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-5311646608676733536</id><published>2008-10-22T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T18:33:33.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transparent Parents</title><content type='html'>So much has been made about the subject of transparency.  Its been said that we need a transparent government, a transparent financial system, transparent corporations with transparent practices.  How about transparent parents?  Should we as parents be completely honest with our children?  Should our children see through our goals, desires, dreams and household business?  When I think of transparency I think of communication.  Communication is the vehicle you take to the destination of Transparency.  So I communicated to get to the bottom of how my children felt about this subject? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked their appointed mouth piece, Lauren my 11 year old what she thought about mommy sharing in all honesty our household business; and since the financial crisis has been all over the news I decided to frame the conversation around our family finances.  I asked her would she be interested in knowing what our financial situation was and how this affects her?  She wanted to know the how this would affect her part.   Her response &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; me, she said kids want to know some of your business, not too much nor too little.  This was an Aha! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;moment&lt;/span&gt; for me.  At that moment, I realized that children want normalcy, a middle ground,  we think as parents that we have that if we speak to our children we have to go to the extreme and reveal everything, but that is a learned adult trait.  Children know what a grey area is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;innately&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Basically&lt;/span&gt;, answer the questions they ask as honestly as possible, not having to delve into areas that they are not ready for. I strongly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that when they ask that means they are ready to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then said to her if I explained our financial goals she would understand better how this trickles down to her, why mommy says no so much.  She agreed.  See my financial goals should also be theirs.   If they and I own our goals they would be easier to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;achieve&lt;/span&gt;.  Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; reinforced that children understand much more that we think they do.  Mine understand whats going on even when I don't talk to them about it.  So its better that I engage them in conversation regarding the things that affects their everyday lives and their future.  When saying no to them for some of their requests, like going to the movies every weekend or purchasing an item &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we go shopping.  I ask them to suggest something we can do as a family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; for free or I say lets bake cookies at home instead of buying something.  They begin to feel powerful in the role they play in the family,  part of the decision making process.  When ever a financial goal is accomplished, I intend to celebrate with them, my partners for our progress and great accomplishment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-5311646608676733536?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/5311646608676733536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/transparent-parents.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/5311646608676733536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/5311646608676733536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/transparent-parents.html' title='Transparent Parents'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-1582544268982978115</id><published>2008-10-20T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:51:10.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Racing towards the finish</title><content type='html'>I am moving a such a pace that its hard to breathe.  I compare my life to driving with my boyfriend, who happens to be always in a rush or fancies himself to be competing in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Daytona&lt;/span&gt; 500.   That's how I am living.  Days are a flash, weeks fly by and months fade in my internal rear view mirror.  Tonight as I took my shower, I wondered why is it that my life moves at such a pace.  I know for a fact that my life moves faster because I am mother and mothers are built with vortex type engines.  I also know that my life is busier now that I live in NYC.  NYC is not for the weak, you are propelled along by this city.  However, these aren't the only reasons I feel so much part of the Human Race, we all race along because we want to be the first, the fastest, the best and the brightest.  Look at our choices in the cars be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;drive&lt;/span&gt;, our computer, our phones, all our accessories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stood there I contemplated what exactly is it that I am racing towards, I began to see the absolute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;folly&lt;/span&gt; in my rush.  To what end am I racing?  The only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;inevitable&lt;/span&gt; end that awaits all humans is death.  Why are we so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;preoccupied&lt;/span&gt; in getting to the end.  As my children grow older they will eventually have lives of their own and I will eventually no longer be here to share their lives with them and all my other loves.  Just knowing this gives me incentive to SLOW DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to see that in this race through life we have been given the tools to slow down.  Our awe of nature, our children, our families, our pets, our passion are all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;YIELD&lt;/span&gt; and STOP signs on our way.   Whenever my mind is racing, I have noticed that I feel older, older in my thoughts and older in my body.   My mind is ahead of my body.   Whatever I feel that is what I am.  If I slow my mind down to be present to the very moment we are in I will feel and act my age.  If I can slow my mind down to be present with my children, then I will feel and act like them.   Slowing my speed means that I can live to see more of the race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-1582544268982978115?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/1582544268982978115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/racing-towards-finish.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/1582544268982978115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/1582544268982978115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/racing-towards-finish.html' title='Racing towards the finish'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-306578730731229591</id><published>2008-10-19T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:55:42.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I never knew how long the night was</title><content type='html'>So said my Zion.  You see, Zion and his sisters decided yesterday to watch the movie Halloween secretly in their room.  As such, last night was the longest night of my Zion's young life.  I remember being 8, for that matter 28 and watching a "scary" movie, then again, I am easier scared than others.  I am strictly drama, documentary and some comedy type of girl.  Anyway, as he entered my room for the fifth time during the night, I had to remember how I felt when I was eight and watched Jaws.  It was beyond my young reasoning as to why a shark, as a matter of fact that Shark would not live in any body of water including my bath.  I never could have survived a movie like Halloween.  So, I gave in and let my baby sleep in my room.  Now, tonight the night came too quickly for his power of reasoning to grow and he can imagine his worst fears lurking in every recess of his room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the worst thing about fear is how fast it grows.  It feeds upon its very self.  It multiplies as we try to avoid looking at it in the eye.  Once confronted it cannot grow.  If you give in to the worst possible manifestation of your fear it will now be malnourished.   At eight, eighteen even at even at my age we are all battling with our own fears.  I asked Zion why he was not scared during the day and the answer was light.  See fear loves the dark, the dark of the unenlightened mind, the dark of the ignorance, the dark of a child's unreasoning mind.  As we grow we need to shine light on the deep recesses of our mind, eliminating fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there is such a thing as healthy fear, fear that prevents us from putting ourselves in harms way. However, when fear is coupled with faith and reason it can be eliminated.  I am afraid in deep water. Why? Because I cannot swim.  So reason prevents me from jumping in with out a thought.  Faith and Reason are the weapons used to slay fear.  If I could only convince Zion to reason with himself about the impossibility of the events he saw on screen happening tonight, and give him the faith that he will see tomorrow just fine,  then I would have done my job.    But I cannot, because the mind reasons with itself when  its ready and strong enough, not when its weaken by the growing monster, fear.  I once read, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be alive is to know fear, to really live is to conquer fear!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  You know I had to punish them for watching a rated R movie, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-306578730731229591?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/306578730731229591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-never-knew-how-long-night-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/306578730731229591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/306578730731229591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-never-knew-how-long-night-was.html' title='I never knew how long the night was'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-736010717266149577</id><published>2008-10-18T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:08:09.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a daydreamer</title><content type='html'>When I was little I would stand at my grandmother's back door in Guyana and watch as the Atlantic and the sky merged.  She taught me that was the Horizon.  I would watch the horizon for hours.  This was my signal that the world was ok.  I was an interesting child, a loner really who dwelled in my imagination.   I pretended to be whoever I wanted and daydreamed most of my days away.  I became engrossed in my play so much that being interrupted with the call for lunch was too much for me to bear.  As I sat through lunch I already knew what I would be doing after my required afternoon nap; daydream and pretend some more.  As I got older, I added a new joy to my hours of daydreaming pretending, writing. I was the only child in my family that kept a diary, so every night as became engrossed in recounting the days events, and my family honored my strange practice.  Throughout my teen years  I kept a journal, which I then realized that once shared, it's pretty much like being found naked beneath your covers, when you didn't want to be.  Yet still, I wrote my teen life away. I had very few friends in high school  and many in my imagination and continued to daydream.  Then I entered my adult life.  I had lovers then children, I worked full time and became what I thought was the lifetime goal for every woman, independent.  I still day dreamed.  I missed my journaling practice but became so afraid of the exposure that I stopped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my most eventful relationship began,  I can't remember ever being able to write what I was feeling the entire time, the feelings were too intense to put in writing and this is the beginning of how I became lost.  I became lost in him, lost in the role I played as mother to my children and partner to a man with a large consuming personality.  I couldn't remember who was the girl that stood at her grandmother's window.  That was until I experience heartbreak. The kind of heartbreak that feels like your soul is ravaged, when you pray for night because the daylight is not meant for the brokenhearted.  I know you know.  I was broken, so I  began journaling.  I journaled morning, noon and night.  I was living alone with the children and felt a trust that I would never be exposed and laid bare.  And so I wrote,  I wrote about all the things in my adult life that I could hardly stand to express even to myself, but now it all came out on these pages.  Through writing and daydreaming, my version of mediation, I made a life changing decision to move across the country.  And so I was born again.  I was born again because I was able to learn to love and value the delicate girl who I was as a child.  I began to return to a time that I was not molded by what everyone else desired for my life.  I now know that I am free to return to that girl who daydreamed and pretended her life away.  This is not saying that I don't have any responsibilities.  I am a mother of three and I work full time, so of course I do.  But I am able to daydream each day even if it's for just a few minutes, and recently I read an article that said to daydream a few minutes a day can add such an improved quality to your life.  So dream on, pretend that you have the life you desire, let it become real to you and it will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-736010717266149577?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/736010717266149577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-daydreamer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/736010717266149577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/736010717266149577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-daydreamer.html' title='I am a daydreamer'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-4029342282677455099</id><published>2008-10-15T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:12:16.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not alone and you are not alone</title><content type='html'>They are many times in life that I have felt alone.  Alone in my thinking, physically alone and detached from another human being.  It  took me some time to realize that you are truly never alone.  The divine surrounds and is within us and all around us.  This amazing power is reflected in the best of way in our circle of friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being on a different coast from one of my closest friends is most challenging to our friendship.  We are both mothers of three and we are three hours apart, so when my day is ending her children are now coming home.  This makes connecting with her very interesting.  However,  I know that she is thinking of me as I am of her.  I know this because sometimes as I lay there thinking of her, my phone would ring and its her, likewise when I call she says I was just thinking of you.  I have another friend who recently when I was experience some diffculity said to me on Monday morning,  I was thinking of you all weekend.  That meant that she was with me in spirit even thought we were not together. I am sure this has happened in your life as well.   As a matter of fact, I am thinking about all of my friends.  I am thinking about all of humanity.  My fear are yours, my guilt are yours, my challenges are yours, or will soon become yours, my mercy, my forgiveness, my kindness, my humility, happiness and my love are yours.  I say this with absolute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;certainty&lt;/span&gt; that we are all connected.  I know this because in my lifetime, I have yet to express a fear or concern that has been original. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that your friend, mother, sister, or a soul you have not yet met understand you and your fears, you hopes and desires gives true comfort.  When someone says to you I know how you feel please do not discount that.  They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; truly know how you feel, we feel the same things.  I know what it feels like when my girlfriends are tired, lonely, afraid to decide, unsure of what do next, overwhelmed, worried about their health, their children, etc.  Not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt; because I have gone through all of those emotions, although I have, but more so because I share their burden.  When someone says I feel for you it takes it beyond just understanding what you are going through.  Its a powerful moment when some feels what you feel.  And sometimes in these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;situations&lt;/span&gt; there are no words need.  Times like these provides us with a chance to express true humility,  in realizing that we are not alone.  We are all part of the greater whole.  When one suffers we all suffer.  In households, in extended families, in countries and in our universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share yourself today, call your friend that might be experiencing a hard time and let her know that you more than understand what she is going through, you FEEL for her,  and that she is not alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-4029342282677455099?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/4029342282677455099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-not-alone-and-you-are-not-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/4029342282677455099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/4029342282677455099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-not-alone-and-you-are-not-alone.html' title='I am not alone and you are not alone'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-1712534323171968336</id><published>2008-10-14T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:43:22.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October is National Breast Cancer Awareness - Improve Breast health with your mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SPVi-MN2U2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/GETQi6JNqPs/s1600-h/bcancer+ribbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SPVi-MN2U2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/GETQi6JNqPs/s200/bcancer+ribbon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257216960595645282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us have made the connection between our mental well being and our physical well being. I must admit it took me some time to see this. About five years ago this shift in thinking was clearly necessary. I was 32 years old and noticed a lump in breast. I was not one to frequent doctors, so the entire situation sacred me. I had a two year old and a five year old, so they of course were my priority. I was in a realtionship that revolved around the person I was with, his needs were always foremost. I never insisted that my needs should be met. I just gave in to what I thought would make the relationship work. I exented love freely and it was not always returned, I did not express my needs for fear I'd seemed too needy. I wanted to maintain the image of being independent and self reliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that the situtation that I was in was indeed serious, I went to the doctor who scheduled a biopsy and then followed with a lumpectomy. I can never forget the day of and the week leading up to the surgery. I kept my usual routine never letting anyone sense my fear. The morning of my surgery, I was more worried about who would watch over the children that day than what was about to happen. After the surgery and finding out that the diagnosis was a good one, of course I continued my schedule not stopping to further delve into any reasons this might have happened. Until of course, I went to class. See my herbal teacher was fill with compassion, but she was also a straight talker. When I told her why I had missed last weeks class she look at me and asked "Who are you nurturing and not nurturing yourself?" I knew right away what she was implying. I just simply smiled and made my way to my car. The entire ride home it all came out. From a child I have always been the nurturer in the family, caring about everyone else's feeling before my own. I was a quiet child and followed the notion that children should be seen and not heard extremely well.  Now as an adult I continued this practice.  I started to ask myself, could there be a connection in who I was and what was happening to me?  Of course!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I continued my herbal studies I became convinced that when working with someone to heal themselves you must heal any fractures in the spirit first.  Today, this is the very theory on which my entire herbal practice is based;  looking at the person as a whole, mind, body and spirit.  This discovery made me hungry for any material I could get my hands on that linked your emotional state with your physical one. Now I am a firm believer that what goes on inside your mind is directly related to what goes on inside your body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for Breast Cancer Awareness month, I encourage you to continue with your breast self examinations and regularly schedule a mammogram.  But most of all, I encourage all of us to nourish and nurture ourselves with love and joy. Stop putting everyone else's feelings ahead of our own. Stop over mothering, stop being overprotective of our children and stop having overbearing attitudes! The freedom that comes from this release toxins from our bodies not only making our breast healthier but our entire body and mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-1712534323171968336?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/1712534323171968336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-is-national-breast-cancer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/1712534323171968336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/1712534323171968336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-is-national-breast-cancer.html' title='October is National Breast Cancer Awareness - Improve Breast health with your mind'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SPVi-MN2U2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/GETQi6JNqPs/s72-c/bcancer+ribbon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-8722976545707557993</id><published>2008-10-13T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:08:03.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life's billboard - Know Yourself and have Faith</title><content type='html'>Why is it so difficult to trust ourselves?  We learn to trust our partners, our parents, co-workers and our children.  However, many of us never learn to trust ourselves.   This manifest in a circle of indecision.  We are afraid to decide and stick with our decisions.  We fear the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unforeseen&lt;/span&gt;, unproven &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;punishment&lt;/span&gt; that life will somehow dole out if only we decide one way or the other.  There is no "perfect" decision.  However, there might be a better decision for you if you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working on creating a vision for my life, and one of the questions in one of the many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exercises&lt;/span&gt; I have to take is if you had to create a billboard and you could say anything on it what would you say?  Aside from reminding everyone to vote, since this the single most important election of our young lives; I had to think for  a minute.  Then it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to me,  my billboard would say, "Know Yourself and have Faith".  Knowing who you are is paramount in the building of YOU. Each of us in our day to day life are gathering the tools necessary to build YOU.  Knowing yourself is the foundation.  Know what you want for your life and what you don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned that to know yourself you have to listen to your life.  Hear the messages that are given to you each day.  Stay connected with your feelings.  Trust you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;intuition&lt;/span&gt;.  If you trust and act on your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;intuition&lt;/span&gt; you will increase your self-esteem and build trust in yourself.  We were taught at an early age to ignore our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;intuition&lt;/span&gt;, be more factual.   Believe only what you can see and sometimes we have been taught to not to even  believe that.   We were also taught to put others feelings ahead of our own, when this happens we begin ignore our inner voice.  We begin to listen to the chatter of others and this creates self doubt.  How many times we have done something or avoided something because we went with our gut?  On these occasions we may have been disappointed or delighted that we did trust our gut feeling.  Practice this more and more each day with little things like what to eat, what movie to see and what book to read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we begin to trust ourselves we can then ask ourselves for the answers to our biggest decision and greatest problems.  The we can look for the answers in the books we may have chosen to read, a comment by a parent, co-worker or friend.  Or maybe even on TV or a movie.    My most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; way of getting to know me is by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;journaling&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Journaling&lt;/span&gt; provides a space to examine our most innermost thoughts and desires.  This is the key to knowing YOU.   Our dreams are also telling, if we cannot listen to the answers we receive during the day they may come to us at night in our dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt; to manage the building of YOU.  You are the CEO of your life and you have the most powerful partner at your disposal - GOD.  The answers that you need you can find them within.  More on faith and visioning later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-8722976545707557993?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/8722976545707557993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-lifes-billboard-know-yourself-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/8722976545707557993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/8722976545707557993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-lifes-billboard-know-yourself-and.html' title='My life&apos;s billboard - Know Yourself and have Faith'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-8820031998463397728</id><published>2008-10-10T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:20:03.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Style and my Thoughts are being redefined</title><content type='html'>Each morning as I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prepare&lt;/span&gt; to leave my house for my commute to work, I take one last look in the mirror to see if my reflection truly reflects my style.  As I grow older my style is becoming more and more defined.  There was a time that I received gifts in clothing or just had an item in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wardrobe&lt;/span&gt; that I felt compelled to wear.  Not so any more.  I wear nothing that doesn't  make me feel as if  I am standing in center of who I am.  My clothing reflects me.   Does this mean that I don't want gifts in clothing?  Of course not!!   I am becoming more and more transparent to my friends and family so they are able to make choices knowing who I am and what MY style is.  As a matter of fact my closet shopping buddy says she can pick things out for me with her eyes closed:)  Now that knowing someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As children we all had our favorite outfit and wish we could wear it over and over again.  I bet the reason was that we truly felt while wearing that outfit a kind of comfort deep from our soul.  I am returning to that feeling.  When you are clothed in garments that lets your body shine, your soul shines also.  You know that feeling! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly,  when we get to a certain age our thoughts need to be redefined.  Our thoughts reflect who we are.  As our clothing adorns our bodies, our thoughts adorn our spirit. When our thinking deeply recognizes with our soul, when our thinking aligns with the person that we've become,  the world/universe notices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are bombarded with many thoughts on a daily basis.  The challenge is knowing which one to hold on to and which to get rid of.  Do our thoughts not fit us any more?  Have we outgrown a particular way of thinking? Is it no longer our size?  Have we received thoughts over our lifetime that keeps resurfacing?  Like that old garment in the back of the closet that we wear on days that we have "nothing to wear", even though we know it not our style. We can tell those thoughts.  How many times have we thought a certain way and think to ourselves, now thats not me. It more my mother, my father or some one of influence in our lives.  Do our thoughts make us shine?   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Abandon&lt;/span&gt; thoughts that do not make us feel comfortable.  Don't get too hung up on this either and make it harder that it truly is.  Just stop thinking that way.  Each time you do remind yourself that its like easy like changing your clothes.  Strip out the old thoughts and pile on new, beautiful, sexy ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-8820031998463397728?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/8820031998463397728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-style-and-my-thoughts-are-being.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/8820031998463397728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/8820031998463397728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-style-and-my-thoughts-are-being.html' title='My Style and my Thoughts are being redefined'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-3683301885700836224</id><published>2008-10-09T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T19:40:06.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Despartately seeking Solitude</title><content type='html'>I have been planning, at least on paper, for months now a mini-vacation alone.  By mini-vacation I mean a weekend. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; as long I could go with being away from Shiloh.  As the days go by I feel more and more overloaded by the election, by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wall street&lt;/span&gt;, by the job and by my children.  Tonight,  I heard my favorite Bob Marley song on the radio while driving home and wanted to have that feeling of being completely lost in the moment and time.  Impossible when there are three children in your back seat.  Just as he got to the part of the song that I most wanted/needed to hear an all out fight broke out between Lauren and Zion.  Great! Now its to much to just listen to one song completely?  Oh my god,  I thought for a moment to just ignore it and  focus on the song, FOCUS ON THE SONG!!  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt;.   It was then that  realized that my live was completely and totally compartmentalized to maintain sanity.  There is a compartment for when I am at work, one for when I am with the kids, one for when I am with my partner and a very small one for me.  The feeling of wanting to run away overtook me again.  The kind of runaway that takes you beyond your bath, your sacred space or that small window of time before everyone awakes.  I wanted the day/days long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;runaway&lt;/span&gt;.  I wanted to move at my own speed,  write my own agenda, or have none at all.  Answer to no one, be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;inaccessible&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;unable&lt;/span&gt; to be found if only for a spell.  I want to get lost in my on solitude.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day dreams are made of sleeping.  Sleeping  until well after noon, taking an afternoon nap and falling to sleep at seven in the evening.  Drinking sleep tea, soothing my nerves with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;skullcap&lt;/span&gt; and passionflower, laying on a pillow filled with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lavender&lt;/span&gt; blossoms, on sheets that feel like heaven and sleeping some more.  Your feeling of sleep deprivation may not be as intense as mine.  So your runaway may be dedicated to different pursuits.  All the same.  As woman we are overachievers.  Giving ourselves the short end of the stick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;.   I hope this reminds you to make a promise to yourself to slow down, take your time, focus on the present and see the magic of nature in all creation daily.  And when you can run for the hills - ALONE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-3683301885700836224?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/3683301885700836224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/despartately-seeking-solitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/3683301885700836224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/3683301885700836224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/despartately-seeking-solitude.html' title='Despartately seeking Solitude'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-8317421172692247975</id><published>2008-10-08T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:38:33.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrender is not a dirty word</title><content type='html'>For the last year but more so over the past few months I have been working on my surrender. Waving my white flag to signify my defeat in directing what happen next in my life, the life my children and my relationships. What I have come to learn is that surrender could be the greatest gift I can give myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Webster&lt;/span&gt; defines surrender as to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yield&lt;/span&gt; to power, control, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;possession&lt;/span&gt; of another upon compulsion or demand.  For a woman who considers what she knows of herself to be an independent person, this is a task.  Like many of my friends,  I have spent many nights tossing in bed not being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;able&lt;/span&gt; to turn off the brain.  I have felt that only me can provide all the answers to my life's greatest mystery/challenge.  I have felt that the more I think about the problem the solution would somehow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;materialize&lt;/span&gt;.  Oh boy, what power I thought I had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that you not can control the very next second of your life puts all of the self torture in to perspective.  My life, my health, my sanity demanded and compelled me to master the art of surrender.  I realize now that almost all if not everything is out of my control.   I realize that I  must act with faith and trust in the  knowledge that the best solution to my problems will come when I relinquish control.  The act of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yielding&lt;/span&gt;  power to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;possession&lt;/span&gt; of another can bring you true freedom.  This freedom comes from knowing  that other has your best interest at heart.  If you believe in God, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Buddha&lt;/span&gt;, or another higher power, then you must believe that you are always being guided to your best life.  With that reassurance, I can lay my day's needs, desire, dreams and wants all out at night, surrender the notion of control and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;yield&lt;/span&gt; these concerns to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;possession&lt;/span&gt; of another and fall asleep knowing that today is over there is nothing I can do to change what has already &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; and tomorrow will be a new day a fresh start to a new life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-8317421172692247975?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/8317421172692247975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/surrender-is-not-dirty-word.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/8317421172692247975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/8317421172692247975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/surrender-is-not-dirty-word.html' title='Surrender is not a dirty word'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-6561428843941834410</id><published>2008-10-06T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T20:37:42.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a free range mother rasing free range kids</title><content type='html'>There has been much talk about raising free range kids.  Free range kids are children who are basically are given the same freedoms we had.  Check out the website www.freerangekids.com.  I have to say I agree with this theory.  I agree that today's children are not given the necessary freedoms to develop into wise decision making, independent souls.  I saw the author  of the article on Dr. Phil who gave her nine year old a subway card and a map entrusted him to take the train on a bright Sunday afternoon from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bloomingdale's&lt;/span&gt; to home.  A trip he had taken many times with his parents.  The only difference this time he was taking it alone.   Well, many were up in arms.  Needless to say, the nine year old did just fine, he made it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Here's&lt;/span&gt; my take.  We are conditioned to see our children as incapable of independent thought and action.  Children have an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; capacity to make intelligent decisions.  I watch three of them do that every day.  Lauren is 11 and travels to and from school on the subway.  She has a cell phone and knows how to use it.  Its her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; to get Zion to school on time and pick him up in the afternoon.   I can't say it was not difficult on the first day of school when this schedule took effect.   However,  I have learned to trust both of them that they will do as we discussed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning how to trust your children, however is an art.   An ever evolving one.  The time will come soon rather than later however that we will need to trust them, so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;encourage&lt;/span&gt; you to start early.  Listening to what they have to say is key.  Give them guidance, help them feel secure and safe.  Balancing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;guidance&lt;/span&gt; and freedom is delicate thing.  Discipline is necessary.   Discuss  stranger danger with your children, help your children to understand how to commute in busy intersections and other traffic laws and respect them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children need freedom to play, discover there imagination, become an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;adventurer&lt;/span&gt;, find their wings.  Connecting with nature is key to a child's health.  Let your children play outside.  Yes, even in NYC.   Do remember as children feeling ill and then going to play outside?  Your illness disappeared as if by magic.  The magic of sunshine, rain, dirt, and PLAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-6561428843941834410?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/6561428843941834410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-free-range-mother-rasing-free.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/6561428843941834410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/6561428843941834410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-free-range-mother-rasing-free.html' title='I am a free range mother rasing free range kids'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-8281339998076766461</id><published>2008-10-05T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:17:17.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I speak and the universe listens....</title><content type='html'>My obsession with menstruation this past weekend all culminated last night.  My dear Lauren (with whose permission I post this) looked shyly through my room door and said Mommy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;come&lt;/span&gt; I need you.  I also knew instinctively, what it was.  I was mortified, why, because I wanted to do right by her during this amazing transition.  As I walked into her bathroom, I calmed myself and showed her the necessary ways of taking care of herself.  You know, here is pad this is how you use it, etc.  Oh, you have school on Monday, this is what you do between periods.  I need to write the homeroom teacher at note, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I left her to take a shower.  I realized how happy I was to be here with my daughter as she took this giant leap from little girl in to a young woman.  I prepared in my head many times for this and now its go time.  I knew some where in all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recipes&lt;/span&gt; I had the "Moon-Time Tea" written down.  Oh man, if I could just find it.  When Lauren was a little girl, I knew I wanted to have for her a Moon-time ceremony, now with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;permission&lt;/span&gt; I have to plan it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a mother who's own menstruation was never explained to her other than the practical nature of things.  I know that I have to help Lauren understand that her menstrual cycle is not just a messy interference in her daily life.  There is joy to be had in this new phenomenon.  The fear and apprehension in her eyes was telling.  Could it be all the commercials we see in mass media that promotes this aspect of ignoring menstruation, stopping it completely, or the lady in the bikini at the beach who shuns mother nature when she appears, that has made so many of our young women view our periods as an inconvenience and dirty.  I understand her fears and share them, overnight Lauren begins the  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;metamorphosis&lt;/span&gt; from a girl to a woman.  Overnight she enters the realm of fertility and can become pregnant.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look around I see that there are many book and much written to support women in their phases of life, pregnancy, menopause, etc.  But there is a need to have material that supports our young women in this most important stage of their life.  A young woman now needs to know how to  handle added stress, and dramatic hormonal changes. These changes have to be recognized by her "community".   As such,  with her permission.  You know, not to be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; mom.  I will be planning her moon time ceremony.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-8281339998076766461?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/8281339998076766461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-speak-and-universe-listens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/8281339998076766461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/8281339998076766461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-speak-and-universe-listens.html' title='I speak and the universe listens....'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-4816247662860796670</id><published>2008-10-03T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:36:51.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Menstruation Metaphor for Life</title><content type='html'>Today I talked to a friend of mine who period was late.   We talked about the usual suspects, could you be pregnant, maybe not, maybe your stressed, just wait a few day it'll come.  When did you have yours?  Mine is just a few days after, etc.   By the way how many of us determine our cycle based on that of our closest friends?  I am sure more that we know, its just a girl thing. Anyway, as I walked away from that conversation I began to ponder...... does your period reflect what is happening in your life.  Is menstruation a metaphor of our life?  Well lets see, do you have heavy, painful periods when  you are are experiencing a heavy painful period in your life?  I know this is true for me.  Does you period drag on for days, when maybe you need to time to honor you instead of resuming your normal schedule.  True again. Does bring to head all the areas in your life that you may be feeling distress?  True yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you chart your cycles?  Knowing when your period should begin and end.  Knowing when your period should occur and  welcoming this  change  in your life every  twenty-eight or so days , can bring a change in the actual way we experience our periods. In my studies I have come to learn that your menstrual cycle is a time to rebuild your reserves, let go of pent up emotions and honor your body.  Sort of your monthly built in therapy/rest time.  Nature is so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets do this, lets begin by charting our periods.  Start to keep  a calendar for the last day it ended and count forward.  You will then begin to see how many days your cycle runs.  Once we discover this we can then begin to learn to heal ourselves during this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Did you know there are herbal remedies to bring a delayed menses?  This is an entire next blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-4816247662860796670?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/4816247662860796670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/menstruation-metaphor-for-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/4816247662860796670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/4816247662860796670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/menstruation-metaphor-for-life.html' title='Menstruation Metaphor for Life'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-481543517366330861</id><published>2008-10-01T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:38:10.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed mothers on Oprah - I could've been there</title><content type='html'>So Oprah did her show today on overwhelmed mothers as I sat and watched I felt like many other mothers out there that recognized with what we saw.  So much to do in a day that my mid day you completely moving mechanically not so much pay attention to what we are doing as much as we are paying attention on what needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads me back to my "Herb Room", the herb room to me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;represents&lt;/span&gt; my center.  It pulls me back to the now and defines what is truly important.  In that room I feel that I love my children, my work, my life so much more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every woman needs her "Herb Room", you, me we all need a place that is a no combat zone in our homes.  We need a ritual that defines who we are and what our beliefs are, our purpose and helps us discover our soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creating a ritual can seem difficult at first.  Ritual....what is that.  Think of it as something that you can do every day at the same time that quiets you and honors your soul.  Do you have enough time to burn sage, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frankincense&lt;/span&gt;, incense and say a prayer?  That a ritual.  You can now build on that as time permits.  The expert that Oprah had today on her show said to wake up a few minutes early, before the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stampede&lt;/span&gt; of children, to have that time.  I have worked on this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;principle&lt;/span&gt; (waking up early) for years, on and off.  The times that I have felt the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;grounded&lt;/span&gt; have been the "on" times never the "off." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, being a new mom with a son that sleeps better in the morning hours than all night, a few minutes each morning seems like hours of missing sleep.  So I find time to honor myself at night.  What is my ritual?  I simply burn an herb depending on the mood and then I drink, tea and draw a card from my herbal cards and concentrate on the message of that specific herb.  It truly lays the ground work for the next day.  Please let me know what you have been doing in creating me time, ritual in your lives.  More on that later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-481543517366330861?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/481543517366330861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/overwhelmed-mothers-on-oprah-i-couldve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/481543517366330861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/481543517366330861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/10/overwhelmed-mothers-on-oprah-i-couldve.html' title='Overwhelmed mothers on Oprah - I could&apos;ve been there'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-4766764704917361865</id><published>2008-09-30T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:02:31.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Herb Room</title><content type='html'>When I moved to my new apartment, there was no compromise.  I wanted a room of my very own. My herb room is my sanctuary.  Its bright yellow and filled with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;plethora&lt;/span&gt; of herbs.  Its sunny and the favorite spot for my cat, Oreo.  Every time I think of my herb room I am pleased, my days should be spent in there learning, experimenting and meditating.  I am working on setting up a section of the room just for meditation an alter of sorts to my personal development  and feeding my soul.  I have all the  herbs I would need for the care and keeping of my family and I have the books to do the research. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the reason I am sharing this, is I can't quite figure out why I don't spend more time in my favorite room of the house.   Now if you live in New York City, I am sure you know the sacrifice it takes to dedicate an entire room to your passion.  So far, my children have gone alone with this deal with no one staking claims to my sanctuary.  I am making a pledge to send more quality time with my herbs in my special place regardless of the hectic schedule that takes over my life.  I want to lite a candle, burn incense, read a book and make a formula all tonight before I go to sleep and its now midnight.  I think of my morning and then I say goodnight and crawl into bed next to Shiloh for another night of some sleep.  On that note, family bed, yes or no?  More to come....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-4766764704917361865?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/4766764704917361865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-herb-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/4766764704917361865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/4766764704917361865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-herb-room.html' title='My Herb Room'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234230484088467742.post-8268467520874113200</id><published>2008-09-29T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T07:21:19.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='receipes'/><title type='text'>All the things to be done</title><content type='html'>Now that I have introduced you to Zion, today belongs to him. Zion is adventurous and loves to ride his bike. As such, he's been riding all summer and dealing with every thing that comes from racing down the side walk at speeds that I can't bring myself to look at. Well today, one of our older neighbors jumped on his pegs while he was in motion. The they both hit the sidewalk. So tonight I spent my time nursing a huge black and blue bruise on this thigh. At this moment, I realized that I wish I had soaked the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Arnica&lt;/span&gt; that I bought some time ago. I need &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Arnica&lt;/span&gt; Oil! Why did I procrastinate knowing that I would need it sooner that later especially with Zion's deep love of dangerous activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Arnica&lt;/span&gt; duty is to heal and soothe muscle aches, reduce inflammation, and heal wounds. It is often the first remedy used for injuries such as sprains and bruises.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Arnica&lt;/span&gt; should not be used internally. For city moms, as I am the best way to have on hand is a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;arnica&lt;/span&gt; salve that takes minutes to apply and work wonders for all the bumps and bruises of summer.   If you are in to making your own the best way to start is to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Arnica&lt;/span&gt; oil.   Purchase your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Arnica&lt;/span&gt; from a well known herbal supplier and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;immerse&lt;/span&gt; in olive oil for 4-6 weeks in a sunny window.  Once the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;oil&lt;/span&gt; is made, prepare a simple salve with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;beeswax&lt;/span&gt;.  You won't be sorry for its uses will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;plenty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234230484088467742-8268467520874113200?l=motheringwithnature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/feeds/8268467520874113200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-things-to-be-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/8268467520874113200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234230484088467742/posts/default/8268467520874113200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheringwithnature.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-things-to-be-done.html' title='All the things to be done'/><author><name>Mothering With Nature</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05096763637458647874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl11gAjWnKU/SOrJnj2DzOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dcSCM_3IJC8/S220/ren,zig,arie,shi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
