tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90428765942806539872024-03-13T03:18:50.492-07:00Sweet SurrenderAngela Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835467401421359066noreply@blogger.comBlogger607125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042876594280653987.post-28029125071226661692013-05-31T08:45:00.000-07:002013-05-31T08:45:16.549-07:00Omnipresence ~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"> That when it looks<br /> like you're going backwards<br /> you may be making progress.<br /> That progress is not the goal anyway,<br /> but presence<br /> to the feel of the path on your skin,<br /> to the way it reshapes you<br /> in each place it makes contact,<br /> to the way you cannot see it<br /> until the moment you have stepped out.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Friendships, relationships, our roles as a mother, wife, daughter... they all change. We change. Weather it's through growing, stretching, trials we face and how we might challenge ourselves to persevere no matter how we think we might not be able to take one more step.</span></div>
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Angela Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835467401421359066noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042876594280653987.post-2742351168524099402012-12-22T15:25:00.000-08:002012-12-22T15:25:40.661-08:00Wanderlust ~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My ideal lifestyle from vocation to vacation would to take one year off from work; not worrying about expenses. I would travel light, in addition to taking a journal, and my camera. I would also drive an old green truck that would never break down.<br />
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I've always had a strong longing to travel, and to stop when I wanted to; sleeping under the stars or renting a room with the bare necessities. I want to meet people and hear their stories; their life passions and who they love... and then move on to the next wanderlust.<br />
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I think I'm a gypsy at heart, and this kind of year off would be a dream come true for me.<br /><br />What would your ideal vacation be?Angela Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835467401421359066noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042876594280653987.post-80244747154819124372012-09-08T11:33:00.001-07:002012-09-08T13:34:47.596-07:00Slow Down ~ Smell The Coffee!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I love weekends... especially after a hellacious work week, and it was a CrAzY one; our department paid for its "short week" with problems hitting us as soon as we started the day coming back from Labor Day's three day weekend, ...which made it feel longer. I have found it's almost a given, for these three day weekends we occasionally get, we pay for it; something almost <b>always</b> goes out i.e., the refrigerator, freezer, or electrical. BUT, I must say, our department got through it and covered each other; we are quite the juggler act!! : )<br />
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Yesterday after work, I laid down at 1:30, and woke up at 5:30... and I felt like I could have slept longer. Time to slow down and smell the coffee, versus early up; slamming a cup back, and off running.<br />
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<br />Angela Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835467401421359066noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042876594280653987.post-1480389411514252272012-08-14T21:48:00.000-07:002012-08-14T21:48:14.552-07:00The sun rests after its hot day ~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Peace... is seeing a sunset, and knowing who to thank.</span></div>
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It's being flawed makes you human.<br />
Everyone has got their stuff.<br />
Everyone is just trying to figure it out.<br />
Learn how to pick yourself up<br />
Dust yourself off and get back at it...<br />
Whatever you believe in.<br />
Because there's always going to be lumps.<br />
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It's how are you on your worst days...<br />
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Here's how I answer to criticism...<br />
Here's how I'm going to change what I'm doing.<br />
Here's how I'm <i>not</i> because I believe in what I'm doing.<br />
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Flawed can be more perfect than perfection! :)<br />
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This little Hummingbird seemed to be feeding constantly! </div>
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I tried to get a picture of this bright yellow bird all day. Ha ha... You should have seen me! I was hiding behind bushes and running to where it would fly. I think a lady was watching me through her huge window; I kept feeling like someone was watching. I would look in her direction and there she would be.<br />I couldn't believe how fast it was! </div>
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"It's risky." said Experience.<br />
"It's pointless." said Reason.<br />
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*be perfectly still<br />
*let yourself be vulnerable and open<br />
*every meeting is an opportunity to reveal the real you<br />
*live in the moment ~ live in the possibilities<br />
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"Quit living as if the purpose of life is to arrive safely at death. Grab life by the mane. Set God-sized goals. Pursue God-ordained passions. Go after a dream that is destined to fail without divine intervention. Keep asking questions. Keep making mistakes. Keep seeking God. Stop pointing out problems and become part of the solution. Stop repeating the past and start creating the future. Stop playing it safe and start taking risks. Expand your horizons. Accumulate experiences. Consider the lilies. Enjoy the journey. Find every excuse you can to celebrate everything you can. Live like today is the first day and last day of your life. Don't let what's wrong with you keep you from worshipping what's right with God. Burn sinful bridges. Blaze a new trail. Criticize by creating. Worry less about what people think and more about what God thinks. Don't try to be who you're not. Be yourself. Laugh at yourself. Quit holding out. Quit holding back. Quit running away. Chase the lion."
~ Mark BattersonAngela Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835467401421359066noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042876594280653987.post-48762776550808894272012-03-01T14:48:00.000-08:002012-03-01T14:58:03.594-08:00A Perfect Day ~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is how my day went: I woke up in the blue bedroom looking at the cracked ceiling. Then I dressed in a hurry and slipped out the side door and walked into town. I stopped by the Red House Cafe and drank a bowl size cup of coffee. I walked in the warm sand down by the beach. Early in the morning, It was quiet there. I looked at my feet and liked how they were tan and pretty against the crashing waves. My hair softly whipped my face. I sat up to read the book I brought with me. It was a perfect day.</div>Angela Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835467401421359066noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042876594280653987.post-29538926970755017492012-02-24T14:41:00.000-08:002012-05-10T14:14:50.819-07:00Memory Jar ~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Just in case I get the notion<br />
To let it run through my hand...Angela Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835467401421359066noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042876594280653987.post-22836422167856510172012-02-14T08:20:00.000-08:002012-03-05T04:47:43.165-08:00Love Makes The World Go Round... And Round! ;)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Chicken heart shaped nuggets served at school for lunch and heart shaped sugar sprinkled cookies for dessert. O</span><span style="font-size: xx-small;">utside my window where I work, p</span><span style="font-size: xx-small;">uffed paper hearts made with love by the children, hanging in the corridor was my view. In the evening, after my class, a Chai tea latte to top my day.</span><br />
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Setting one day out of the year to celebrate love... is a shame. After all, <i>"Love is what makes the world go round."</i> I think we should take time to let people we care about or have crossed paths with and share how we feel about them. In that particular moment, it could be a touch, a smile or a conversation. Love grows leaps and bounds. You can see it take affect and ripple out into the universe and come back to you in folds. It can be an attitude that shapes your day... that <u>attitude</u> can make all the difference!<br />
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Valentines day, none the less is a day we observe love. It comes easy for some and hard for others. It could be the door that opens to a great beginning.<br />
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My husband and I got married on Valentines Day and are going strong on our 26th year of wedded bliss. We celebrate <i>every</i> day, but <b>extra</b> on February 14.<br />
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<i>Hey, baby. Let's walk out in the rain </i><br />
<i>It's rainin'</i><br />
<i>It's pourin' </i><br />
<i>But I ain't complaining</i><br />
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<i>Talk of all those things that we never thought we'd say </i><br />
<i>Let's dance between the raindrops </i><br />
<i>Get soaked to the skin </i><br />
<i>Wash away the stink of this pain and suffering</i><br />
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<i>It's rainin' </i><br />
<i>It's pourin' </i><br />
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<i>I'll climb up on the rooftops </i><br />
<i>Stick a spire into the sky </i><br />
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<i>On the city, you and I </i><br />
<i>We could talk about the weather </i><br />
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<i>It's pourin' </i><br />
<i>But I ain't complaining </i><br />
<i>'Cause I love the rain</i></div>Angela Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835467401421359066noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042876594280653987.post-71355573634621969792012-02-11T14:26:00.000-08:002012-02-11T21:23:11.722-08:00Poppysmic!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0nIP8BsSho/Tzbp_fGAdcI/AAAAAAAAIFE/cw5r4axfZBA/s1600/698604079_2497765179_683509406_1328145337339.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0nIP8BsSho/Tzbp_fGAdcI/AAAAAAAAIFE/cw5r4axfZBA/s320/698604079_2497765179_683509406_1328145337339.jpg" width="271" /></a>Angela Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835467401421359066noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042876594280653987.post-14032335650497386722012-01-24T04:53:00.000-08:002012-01-24T05:01:59.717-08:00You Have Wings ~<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OrjanZV7qWQ/Tx6qkpqIycI/AAAAAAAAIE8/ys1xE0dxDvc/s1600/395593_316620965042676_153592064678901_908480_905296319_n.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701181724932229570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OrjanZV7qWQ/Tx6qkpqIycI/AAAAAAAAIE8/ys1xE0dxDvc/s400/395593_316620965042676_153592064678901_908480_905296319_n.jpg" /></a><br /><br />"You were born with potential<br />You were born with goodness and trust<br />You were born with ideals and dreams<br />You were born with greatness<br />You were born with wings<br />You are not meant for crawling, so don't<br />You have wings<br />Learn to use them and fly!"<br /><br />- Rumi<br /><br /><br />I seen this on a fb page and immediately shared it. I love it!Angela Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835467401421359066noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042876594280653987.post-85951436977739768302012-01-20T15:14:00.000-08:002012-01-20T15:19:36.032-08:00An Hour ~<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vJep68jmFa0/Txn1ZzYqhUI/AAAAAAAAIEw/BGT_Komz2iw/s1600/IMG_0904.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vJep68jmFa0/Txn1ZzYqhUI/AAAAAAAAIEw/BGT_Komz2iw/s400/IMG_0904.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699856627053266242" /></a><br /><br /><em>An hour, one hour, can change everything forever. An hour can save your life. An hour can change your life. Sometimes an hour is a gift we give ourselves. For some, an hour can mean almost nothing. For others, an hour makes all the difference in the world. But in the end, it's still just an hour. One of many. Many more to come. Sixty minutes. Thirty-six hundred seconds. That's it. Then it starts all over again. And who knows what the next hour might hold.</em>Angela Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835467401421359066noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042876594280653987.post-69351787260971797442011-12-28T06:04:00.000-08:002012-01-20T15:21:02.984-08:00Comicalness ~<strong>A Text Between A Daughter & Mother...</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YITwIsO5fjA/TvskYDw-3MI/AAAAAAAAIEk/Sw_7naVL0jc/s1600/690549430_2469499757_0.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 282px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691182549858966722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YITwIsO5fjA/TvskYDw-3MI/AAAAAAAAIEk/Sw_7naVL0jc/s400/690549430_2469499757_0.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Baby Girl: Allow me to introduce you to the new man in my life... Mr. Coffee. He gets pretty hot. ;P<br /><br />Mom: U r funny! Don't let him burn you!! LOL! Oh I crack myself up! :D<br /><br />Baby Girl: Har har har. :P :)Angela Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835467401421359066noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042876594280653987.post-53082042794834324092011-12-23T06:23:00.000-08:002012-05-12T06:43:16.406-07:00It's Christmas Time ~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Look at us, running around. Always rushed, always late. I guess that's why they call it the human race. What we crave most in this world is connection. For some people it happens at first site. It's when you know you know. It's fate working it's magic. And that's great for them. They get to live in a pop song. Ride the express train. But that's not the way it really works. For the rest of us, it's a bit less romantic. It's complicated, it's messy. It's about horrible timing and fumbled opportunities. And not being able to say what you need to say when you need to say it. At least, that's the way it was for me.
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<br />Look at us, running around. Always rushed, always late. I guess that's why they call it the human race. <em>But sometimes</em> it slows down just enough for all the pieces to fall into place. Fate works it's magic... and you're connected. Every once in awhile, in all the randomness, something unexpected happens and it pushes us forward and the truth is... what I'm starting to think... what I'm starting to feel, is that <em>maybe</em> the human race isn't a race at all.
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