<?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-27294218</id><updated>2011-12-27T23:05:53.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AcapellaSoul Journey:  Musings &amp; insights of my journey thru life &amp; SoulCollage®</title><subtitle type='html'>Occasional offerings, musings, and insights from my soul as witnessed through creative living, and SoulCollage®: A creative, and empowering soul-tending process created by Seena Frost, psychotherapist and author of the book, SoulCollage®. See links for more information.  All content - Copyright© 2006-2007 by Cheryl Finley</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cheryl A Finley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027796165405148914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27294218.post-5707248144323985425</id><published>2008-05-14T23:26:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:28:03.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Come see me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Hi there...&lt;br /&gt;This blog has been a wonderful canvas for me to share musings and inspirations...and it has evolved into an archive, which I value deeply...and come back from time to time to be to read entries to be reminded of what I knew...lol!!  In May 2007 during a weekend retreat, I became smitten and intrigued with self-revealing process of making mandalas. It's become visual version of Julia Cameron's Morning Pages...and I've been sharing my mandalas and insights on my blogs &lt;a href="http://www.artineveryday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Art in Every Day &lt;/a&gt;and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mandalaoasis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mandala Oasis&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;which I invite you to come by and say hello ~~ Keep creatin'...and keep shinin'!&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/27294218-5707248144323985425?l=acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5707248144323985425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27294218&amp;postID=5707248144323985425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/5707248144323985425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/5707248144323985425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/2008/05/art-in-every-day.html' title='Come see me!!'/><author><name>Cheryl A Finley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027796165405148914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27294218.post-8916693456104951681</id><published>2007-05-03T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T22:52:11.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret to You ~ Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9I0rqO7RiE/Rjqym8TtfgI/AAAAAAAAALU/4r42kBzGAmM/s1600-h/Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060553513397747202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9I0rqO7RiE/Rjqym8TtfgI/AAAAAAAAALU/4r42kBzGAmM/s320/Sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=phL0RLKL8bc"&gt;Gratitude for being YOU!~A Beautiful Two Minutes ~ a click away&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(There are beautiful, affirmations in this brief film, which I speak aloud...it's very, very powerful!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27294218-8916693456104951681?l=acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8916693456104951681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27294218&amp;postID=8916693456104951681&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/8916693456104951681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/8916693456104951681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/2007/05/secret-to-you-gratitude.html' title='The Secret to You ~ Gratitude'/><author><name>Cheryl A Finley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027796165405148914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9I0rqO7RiE/Rjqym8TtfgI/AAAAAAAAALU/4r42kBzGAmM/s72-c/Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27294218.post-5787680657673314310</id><published>2007-05-03T21:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:27:24.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Personal Prescription</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9I0rqO7RiE/RjqYRsTtffI/AAAAAAAAALI/7PBGR_SnNdU/s1600-h/DoOneThingQuote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060524561023204850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9I0rqO7RiE/RjqYRsTtffI/AAAAAAAAALI/7PBGR_SnNdU/s320/DoOneThingQuote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;This quote by Eleanor Roosevelt reminds me to continue to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;reach even farther than what I might think is possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...to venture into uncharted waters even if it scares me a little. Part of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my personal prescription is to find the right balance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...adjusting proportions, like tinkering rhe ingredients in a recipe.  It's important for me to step outside of my comfort zone..with the right measure of "resonance".  My actions have to resonate with me....&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;resonance is an ingredient of my inner-wisdom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;No resonance within...no venturing without&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resonance tells me that Spirit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...my Intuition...is "on board" with what I'm about to do. That's what gives me the courage to &lt;strong&gt;"do one thing everyday that scares me".&lt;/strong&gt; OK, sometimes it's more like once a week, and depending on what's going on it's can be every 2 weeks.  What matters is consistent progression. Sometimes that "one thing" is allowing myself to think of and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imagine greater possibilities&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for my life than I have before! -- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's huge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...and &lt;strong&gt;the beginning of all change is &lt;/strong&gt;the idea for it...then the action. The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;resonance is my inner-insurance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. That insurance is what alerts me to what's a good move (or not) ...no matter what the outcome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Funny thing....what I've learned is...as &lt;strong&gt;I incorporate Eleanor's dance&lt;/strong&gt; into my life more and more....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am fearless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I think Eleanor would be proud. I know I am! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, on this day&lt;/strong&gt; may you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Do one thing everyday that scares you"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and may you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tweak your personal prescription &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so you allow yourself to...&lt;strong&gt;fearlessly&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;take one small step&lt;/strong&gt; at a time, &lt;strong&gt;consistently&lt;/strong&gt;...and &lt;strong&gt;with abandon! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27294218-5787680657673314310?l=acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5787680657673314310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27294218&amp;postID=5787680657673314310&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/5787680657673314310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/5787680657673314310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/2007/05/personal-precription.html' title='A Personal Prescription'/><author><name>Cheryl A Finley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027796165405148914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9I0rqO7RiE/RjqYRsTtffI/AAAAAAAAALI/7PBGR_SnNdU/s72-c/DoOneThingQuote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27294218.post-116348420026647156</id><published>2006-11-14T00:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T17:11:36.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing Shadows, Roses &amp; Rainbows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5465/2714/1600/Martas%20Roses.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5465/2714/320/Martas%20Roses.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;As I was paging through my creative journal tonight, I came across a collage I'd made, which included the following poem by Rumi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. ~ A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.~ Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they're a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of it's furniture, still, treat each guest honorably.~ He may be clearing your out for some new delight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The beautiful roses here, given to me by Marta, my wonderful friend of 25+years helped chase my shadows away and allowed sunshine to peek into my heart. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;I am so very blessed because I get to share my life with an abundance of generous, loving, thoughtful, fun and devoted friends and great souls...(the best part is, blessings abound as my circle is ever-expanding) and Marta is one of them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Whenever I see her she is most likley to be bearing gifts of any shape or size, color, scent, flavor...tangible or non-tangible! One thing is for sure...it will always delight the senses...and the love is electric!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture brought back the memory as if I received them today. Marta gave these roses to me one Saturday in July when she joined me, along with four other very good-and-faithful friends (Randy, Carol, Pat and Stacia) for a creativity-inducing workshop I lead which soon had us dancing with our muses and our inner-child squealing with delight! I'm sharing these voluptuous roses here because they are full and elegant, fragrant and cheery....a gift of great generousity and love....and they remind me of sunshine and beauty especially when I might not see it. You know...the light that lingers in places we might not see...maybe on the other side of the shadows...much like the &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;a href="http://crystal-cure.com/color-emotions2.html"&gt;rainbow&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;after the storm...and then there's that &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the-tree.org.uk/Sacred%20Grove/MysteryTour/potofgold.htm"&gt;pot of gold...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hmm..&lt;em&gt;I feel that's&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what Rumi is telling us in his poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The spirit in which these roses were given just lights me up from the inside out, and when I look at them I think of Marta...and a big smile blooms across my face. Thank you Marta for chasing the shadows away..and helping me to see &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.journey-to-self.com/Wisdom/special_rainbow.htm"&gt;the promise of a rainbow &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, sometimes when I least expected it. So...t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;his is the blessing I'm sending you right now: &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;"May the softness within your eyes see the the beauty of the roses in your life...the roses beyond the thorns... and may your heart feel and know the promise of your rainbow that's on the horizon...it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Here's to you....all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheryl&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;P.S. The Roses and Rainbows are especially welcomed after experiencing the dialogue with my &lt;a href="http://acapellasoul.blogspot.com/2006/11/sad.html"&gt;Sad" SoulCollage card &lt;/a&gt;about 10 days ago. The process allowed me to be with the Shadow, work with it and have vision and gratitude for the rainbow that followed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27294218-116348420026647156?l=acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/116348420026647156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27294218&amp;postID=116348420026647156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/116348420026647156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/116348420026647156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/2006/11/chasing-shadows-roses-rainbows.html' title='Chasing Shadows, Roses &amp; Rainbows'/><author><name>Cheryl A Finley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027796165405148914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27294218.post-116157795184405797</id><published>2006-10-22T21:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T03:27:52.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Creature Comforts"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5465/2714/1600/Curtains%20in%20the%20Breeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5465/2714/320/Curtains%20in%20the%20Breeze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;As the weather transitions, and our part of the country prepares for winter months...this weekend I found comfort in being a home-body even more than usual. Experiencing "creature comforts" satisfied my soul and allowed me to be filled with immense gratitude. Here's why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This weekend I happily hunkered down and found a renewing ritual that reminded me of my parents, especially my mom. On Saturday, after resting-up from weekday travel...finally around 5 p.m. my "lights went on"...as the first shift of my my "night-owlness" clicked in. I was fully awake, and ready to indulge any creative whim that I gravitated to. So, I decided to further inhabit my recently created &lt;a href="http://cherylsjewels.blogspot.com/2007/01/magical-mango-studio.html"&gt;Mango Studio&lt;/a&gt;, which my thoughtful and loving daughter created for me this summer. After discarding a few boxes, moving another small table in, and a few file baskets, I turned my attention to the windows. I decided to use the beautiful white cotton curtains, given to me by a friend. Hmm...I was feeling more energetic than usual for a simple project like this. Yep, I had "happy expectancy"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;As I brought the curtains up from the laundry room, and set up the ironing board I could feel a warmth in my heart begin to glow...I knew...I was feeling my mom's presence (she made her transistion 11/5/04). It felt good. As I began to press the curtains, their scent of being freshly laundered, with a hint of Downy permeated the room. I smiled and breathed a sigh of satisfaction. I was soothed and comforted, and wanted to make this experience last as long as I could. I continued to iron, and the scents began to waft throughout my home...the more I ironed the better I felt. This experience transported me back to childhood, and young adulthood when my mother would putter around the house making everything homey and beautiful, and uniquely-creative...she had an imagination that was out of this world...and it showed in the canvas of our home. And...when she would iron, especially curtains...it evoked a feeling of security in me...everything from the smell of the iron, to the sound of the steam, to the scent of the detergent and fabric softener. (Even the preparation for ironing...she would "sprinkle" the clothes with water, then nest them into the laundry basket as they awaited their time to be ironed.) This all gave me comfort...and I didn't know how much until this weekend. I know that creating a beautiful home and yard is what gave my mom and dad comfort, joy and a great sense of pride. It fed their souls, and mine too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;As I write this I am reminded of other "creature comforts" like the smell of my mom's homemade goodies some of which include: bread, biscuits, rolls, sweet-potato pie, cinnamon cofee-cake (yes, with the nutty, gooey goodness on the bottom), chicken &amp;amp; dumplings, cornbread, greens, turkey, dressing, baked sweet potatoes, apple pie, turkey pie, grilled cheese with bacon, popcorn (popped on top of the stove), skillet-toast with strawberry jam, Constant Comment tea, Pecan Sandies, and homemade ice-cream. Oh...and I can't forget her homemade pizza...the crust made from scratch...and homemade pear preserves made with fresh pears from the tree in our back yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And from my dad, "creature comforts" included the smell of his famous barbeque sauce simmering on the stove, smelling the wood he used in grilling the meat on one of his many self-made barbeque grills; his homegrown tomatoes, green beans, carrots, radishes, corn, and green onions from his garden...but most of all (its' a tie with his barbque sauce) is &lt;em&gt;the smell of...sawdust&lt;/em&gt;. My heart remembers that deeply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My dad was a master craftsman and wood was his favorite medium. There was not any place in our home that was not adorned with his beautiful and meticulous woodworking talent...working with wood made his heart sing! I grew up with the smell of sawdust...and I woke up to the sound of his electric saw on many a Saturday morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And, oh...his whistling....oh my gosh...he could whistle like a songbird...for minutes on end. It was unbelievably beautiful. Every now and then I will hear someone whistle like that, and it's like a homing device for my heart. I stop whatever I'm doing and I have to find the source of the lovely sound....and when I do I am beaming all over..and sometimes a bit teary. I smile and tell them my story if I can..and usually cannot leave without giving them a hug. Thinking about it even now brings a gentle hush to my heart. ...&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so very abundantly blessed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Merriam-Webster defines "creature comforts" as &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;"something - as in food or special accomodations - that gives bodily comfort".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I find experiences that awaken my senses in a satisfying way...sometimes to a memory, or maybe even to anticipate a new beginning...are holistically comforting. That is what home is&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;to me..."figuratively" speaking. So...be it "literally" home...or family, or friends, or pets...or other relationships that grace our lives with love, beauty, excitement...and...a place to feel safe enough to be ourselves..&lt;em&gt;all of these are "creature comforts"&lt;/em&gt; to me&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and give me soul-comfort as well...and I want us all to have that. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;...that is what my heart sends to you right now, a blessing in-flight...like an angel... &lt;em&gt;that you take this very moment&lt;/em&gt; to acknowledge and appreciate your "creature comforts"...the old ones...and yes, pay attention to the new ones...so you can consciously add them to the treasure-trove of your rich....rich life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Be Well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cheryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;P.S. As of 8/14/07, this story is a companion to my post on "DNA &amp;amp; Creativity" as told by my&lt;a href="http://artineveryday.blogspot.com/2007/08/hi-there.html"&gt; Baby Cheryl&lt;/a&gt;-self...on my Art in Every Day blog. I invite you to read that as well : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27294218-116157795184405797?l=acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/116157795184405797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27294218&amp;postID=116157795184405797&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/116157795184405797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/116157795184405797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/2006/10/creature-comforts.html' title='&quot;Creature Comforts&quot;'/><author><name>Cheryl A Finley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027796165405148914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27294218.post-115725847847537823</id><published>2006-09-02T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T11:21:20.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Investing in the Life We  Have</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5465/2714/1600/Balancing.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5465/2714/320/Balancing.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Invest in the life you have, to get the life you want." ~ Rhonda Britten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How many times have I spoiled the present moment wishing that what I wanted in the future was here right now? What have I missed not being in the present moment? The punchline of a joke? A Stop sign? Joy? An opportunity? A lesson? A friend? Peace? The beauty of the day?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What I've learned over the years is that the future IS now! &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Louise L. Hay says: "Every thought we think is creating our future." &lt;/span&gt;I find this to be true! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When I pay attention I realize that the ideas, dreams, passions, loves, I've delved into for years both in my imagination, thoughts, writing, and spiritual practice -- I see that they are unfolding before my eyes --like a rare &amp; beautiful flower that blooms but once a lifetime. And that flower IS my life! Finally...the harvest is here! ...and the soil is fortified, ready to enrich and grow a garden of life-flowers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The persistence, work, faith, fight, tears, self-awareness, patience, prayer, meditation, writing, reflection and belief....all has paid off! I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; now see that I've been present more than I'd acknowledged myself for. So.. I shall do that now:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"I, Cheryl acknowledge myself for devotion to my heart's desires, for carrying the torch for my relationships, my dreams, my creativity, my passions, and overall well-being... and I will continue to do so."   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That &lt;em&gt;self-acknowledgement&lt;/em&gt; is one way I &lt;em&gt;invest in "the life I have&lt;/em&gt;".   It's also one way of assuring that I will "get the life I want"...which is already unfolding right before my eyes!  The life I have and the life I want, I recently realized are two sides of the same coin.  Now that lesson-learned has been over 25years in the making. I've not always felt that way, but when you keep investing in the life you have (by learning, being "willing", by risking, by keeping the faith, being truthful with yourself and others) -- that's all an "act of faith:...and that faith-investment pays off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So today that is the blessing my heart sends to you - that "now, more than ever" you will invest in and enjoy the life you have right now...and may it be the life you want. And may we inspire-by-example so others might do the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Enjoy the journey that is your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cheryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27294218-115725847847537823?l=acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115725847847537823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27294218&amp;postID=115725847847537823&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/115725847847537823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/115725847847537823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/2006/09/investing-in-life-we-have.html' title='Investing in the Life We  Have'/><author><name>Cheryl A Finley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027796165405148914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27294218.post-115052517210254619</id><published>2006-06-17T00:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T01:04:40.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberation: Giving back what's not mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5465/2714/1600/Hot%20Pink%20Impatiens.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5465/2714/320/Hot%20Pink%20Impatiens.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addendum 5/29/07:&lt;/strong&gt; -- The poem below from last summer fits perfectly into the "&lt;a href="http://www.inspiremethursday.com/category/journal/"&gt;A Day in the Life of Me..."&lt;/a&gt; challenge over at &lt;a href="http://www.inspiremethursday.com/"&gt;"Inspire Me Thursday"&lt;/a&gt; (in the journal portion). -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This entry is timeless because by choosing to live life creatively, I get to respond in unique, non-conventional, and empowering ways...by channeling my emotions into my art-making of whatever form I choose. And, in the end, I am renewed, energized...and yep...I am &lt;a href="http://timstvshowcase.com/queenfor.html"&gt;"Queen for a Day"&lt;/a&gt; again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;With this approach, I walk away even better than before! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The motivation to "get this down" came as a result of my attempt to release my utter frustration due to someone backing out of their&lt;em&gt; self-prescribed&lt;/em&gt; agreement with me (which, it became obvious they wish they hadn't offered what they did, and they didn't plan on honoring it.) What's worse, they then did their best to vault their self-anger onto me. Well...I was not having it! After a few civil exchanges back &amp; forth, I decided to let my Muse have her way with me...and the poem below is the result. -- Wow! Did I feel liberated after this poured out of me! -- Ahh...ain't creativie living grand! (By the way, several weeks later the person apologized and commended me for handling it the way I did; we're back on track now...and that's a good thing.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Here's the poem -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; "Liberation: Giving Back What's Not Mine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today was a day of celebration...celebration of life, and feeling good&lt;br /&gt;Today was delight, and joy, and exuberance&lt;br /&gt;Today was happy expectancy, anticipation, and gratitude&lt;br /&gt;It was a day of reaching out, and accountability&lt;br /&gt;Today was follow-up, as requested&lt;br /&gt;Tonight...the fog came,&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the bounty wilted&lt;br /&gt;But not for long . Tonight her darkness, her self-anger disguised and pitched as a curve ball&lt;br /&gt;to hit me circled back and hit her...it's rightful owner...and enlightened me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You're OUT!&lt;br /&gt;"I don't need a free lunch!" Tonight know...on those yesterdays...I followed your lead!&lt;br /&gt;"I followed YOUR lead!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...your decisions, your presentation, your suggestions. Tonight you blame me for your choices...No-thank-you... the blame does not belong to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...You see, tonight... I am free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27294218-115052517210254619?l=acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115052517210254619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27294218&amp;postID=115052517210254619&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/115052517210254619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/115052517210254619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/2006/06/liberation-giving-back-whats-not-mine.html' title='Liberation: Giving back what&apos;s not mine'/><author><name>Cheryl A Finley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027796165405148914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27294218.post-114991208429119295</id><published>2006-06-09T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T11:28:52.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Today, I"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5465/2714/1600/butterflies.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5465/2714/320/butterflies.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5465/2714/1600/Tulips.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;This poem was inspired by a cry for help I read today on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;June 2nd entry entitled "How I Feel Today" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;at&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)" href="http://kellylwatson.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Kelly Watson's Blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;It felt good to declare, and I hope it provides inspiration to her. I also invited her to join the SoulCollage KaleidoSoul community, of where I know she will be welcomed with open arms and encouraged.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I declare my SELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Today I AM happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I ACCEPT and LOVE mySelf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Today I GIVE the gift of compassion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;..... to mySelf and others&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I REACH OUT and take someone's hand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;n mine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I FEEL the ache of someone else's heart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I TAKE TIME to listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;.....to encourage,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;.........to give hope,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;.............and send a loving prayer...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;be it by poem&lt;br /&gt;a thought or a smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a new day!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I OFFER and INVITE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;inspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;.....salutation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;........ incantation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;............transformation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;................and transmutation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;This is a monarch butterfly day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Today I SPROUT my kaleidoscope wings&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the fragrance of be-jeweled colors&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I FLY, FLY, FLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Farewell to the catapillar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I THANK YOU for spinning my rainbow wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;...into instruments of beauty and freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Now, I INVEST in and HONOR my destiny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;of beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;........freedom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........and grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;with adoration of my vibrant Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Today my butterfly-Self kisses oodles of flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;and delights many a mortal's heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;This is a day of flirting with bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;.....and the sky's blue kiss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the world is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;.......of my own making&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......... in my mind's eye&lt;br /&gt;..............and my heart's desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;BELIEVING it "can" be so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;the world lives in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;This is the day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I reflect the beauty I see&lt;br /&gt;... in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27294218-114991208429119295?l=acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114991208429119295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27294218&amp;postID=114991208429119295&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/114991208429119295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/114991208429119295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/2006/06/today-i.html' title='&quot;Today, I&quot;'/><author><name>Cheryl A Finley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027796165405148914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27294218.post-114785136982824522</id><published>2006-05-17T02:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:19:24.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting quotes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5465/2714/1600/Writing%20foreign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5465/2714/320/Writing%20foreign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;These quotes found me as I was doing a SoulCollage interpretation. It's funny how that works...receiving just the right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;inspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;confirmation&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;information&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;contemplation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...at just the right time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;"Work, is love made visible."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;~ Kahlil Gibran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;"It's become crystal clear to me that work is not my life; my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;my work."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;~Barbara Stahura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27294218-114785136982824522?l=acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114785136982824522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27294218&amp;postID=114785136982824522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/114785136982824522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/114785136982824522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/2006/05/interesting-quotes.html' title='Interesting quotes...'/><author><name>Cheryl A Finley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027796165405148914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27294218.post-114732270624639777</id><published>2006-05-10T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:17:50.085-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Soul's Wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5465/2714/1600/Blue%20Flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5465/2714/320/Blue%20Flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"When the soul wishes to experience something, she throws an image of the experience out before her and enters into her own image." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;~ Meister Echkart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;This is a perfect quote &amp;amp; remembrance for SoulCollage.&lt;/span&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/27294218-114732270624639777?l=acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114732270624639777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27294218&amp;postID=114732270624639777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/114732270624639777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/114732270624639777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/2006/05/souls-wish.html' title='The Soul&apos;s Wish...'/><author><name>Cheryl A Finley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027796165405148914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27294218.post-114643673149870364</id><published>2006-04-30T17:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T23:02:15.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Illuminated Rumi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5465/2714/1600/Rumi%20PoetSign.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5465/2714/1600/Rumi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5465/2714/320/Rumi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;If you knew yourself for even one moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;If you could just glimpse your most beautiful face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Maybe you wouldn't slumber so deeply in that house of clay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Why not move into your house of joy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;...and shine into every crevice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;For you are the secret Treasure-bearer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;...and always have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Didnt' you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-size:85%;" &gt;From The Illuminated Rumi Calendar 2006. Oh, so beautiful.&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/27294218-114643673149870364?l=acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114643673149870364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27294218&amp;postID=114643673149870364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/114643673149870364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/114643673149870364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/2006/04/illuminated-rumi_30.html' title='The Illuminated Rumi'/><author><name>Cheryl A Finley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027796165405148914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27294218.post-114642877394480211</id><published>2006-04-30T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T23:58:25.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing &amp; Thinking Differently</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5465/2714/1600/spectacles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5465/2714/320/spectacles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Thanks to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Modern Day Muse, Albert&lt;/span&gt; and his domain of "thinking differently" coupled with &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Aha-phrodite*, the Muse of "paying attention"...&lt;/span&gt;I am reminded that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;by really seeing what's present in my day&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;from the most significant to the seeming-mundane... I am able to elevate my moment-to-moment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;experience, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;elements &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;of my day to poetic song&lt;/span&gt;! By simply being willing to see it differently, and then to do something differently...by writing about it in a new way... like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Today is a day of transformation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Today is a day of rain, flowers blooming and trees flowering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Today...a sparrow winked at me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Today Spring is here and May flowers are drinking-in the rain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Today is a day I inspired....a friend told me so&lt;br /&gt;Today...."I am inspired!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Today is a day of stop signs and green lights, robins and red breasts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;...chicken breasts and salad greens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Today is a day for cheering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;... smiling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;...seeing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;...relishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;...giving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;...appreciating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;...loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;... and creating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Today is a day well lived, and seen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;These were all ordinary elements of my day that were raised to a playful, poetic level by embracing: "paying attention" and "a new way of thinking"... then writing about it. The cadence of this poem was inspired by spoken word artist, Lizzie Wann's "Declaration"--a cut from her CD: A Wing &amp; a Prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Now, viewed in this way...the day is even more special. We can tranform every day to a day of splendor, reverence and illumination no matter what's going on by simply being willing to think about it differently...then we see it differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/27294218-114642877394480211?l=acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114642877394480211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27294218&amp;postID=114642877394480211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/114642877394480211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/114642877394480211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/2006/04/seeing-thinking-differently.html' title='Seeing &amp; Thinking Differently'/><author><name>Cheryl A Finley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027796165405148914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27294218.post-114642635987814878</id><published>2006-04-30T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T00:26:33.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I gave myself up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"I gave myself up so completely to present desires and pleasures, that I had no energy to waste on mere wishful thinking." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;~ Simone de Beauvoir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/27294218-114642635987814878?l=acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114642635987814878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27294218&amp;postID=114642635987814878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/114642635987814878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/114642635987814878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-gave-myself-up.html' title='I gave myself up...'/><author><name>Cheryl A Finley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027796165405148914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27294218.post-114637463861353344</id><published>2006-04-30T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T19:25:09.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Layla" - A Visitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Layla"...my first SoulCollage card...is becoming more and more real to me&lt;br /&gt;every day, like a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;companion...it's an amazing experience!  We are tapped into&lt;br /&gt;some awesome energy through this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;process! I must share this vision that came&lt;br /&gt;to me last week..while having an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;MRI of all things! Here's what happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I had to lay very still for the MRI, and as I relaxed my mind and body it was&lt;br /&gt;just a few minutes before the vision presented itself like a motion picture&lt;br /&gt;right before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw myself at a wide sandy beach at the ocean. I was breathing-in the vastness,&lt;br /&gt;and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;energy of the Universe, and I was in a very grateful state of mind and being.&lt;br /&gt;I glanced upward... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and Layla gradually began&lt;br /&gt;to emerge out of the water! Her stately, yet approachable demeanor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;brought&lt;br /&gt;tears to my eyes as the purple ribbons still managed to blow gracefully in&lt;br /&gt;the breeze as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;she walked out of the water. I was so glad to see her that a&lt;br /&gt;tear trickled down my face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;during the MRI. Then I looked up and gradually&lt;br /&gt;and lovingly &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;all the personified voices of mySelf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;that have come alive since&lt;br /&gt;I made Layla just a few wks ago began to emerge from the ocean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and greet me&lt;br /&gt;with loving gratitude as if I'd just freed them from slavery; like they were&lt;br /&gt;just so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;glad to be acknowledged and heard!&lt;/span&gt; I could feel their love...like&lt;br /&gt;they'd been waiting to share this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;love and wisdom for years, but couldn't&lt;br /&gt;because they were kept at bay. My heart was beaming radiant love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, wow, wow! This memory has taken up residence in my heart and&lt;br /&gt;has been a companion ever since it happened. It will be with me for a&lt;br /&gt;long time.  I have a feeling that this vision will continue to cevelop. It&lt;br /&gt;has unlocked a treasure-trove of mystery, revelation, and offered a&lt;br /&gt;sacred invitation to me...and with gratitude, I accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Layla" can be viewed at the "My SoulCollage Card Gallery" link on&lt;br /&gt;this page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27294218-114637463861353344?l=acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114637463861353344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27294218&amp;postID=114637463861353344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/114637463861353344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/114637463861353344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/2006/04/layla-visitation.html' title='&quot;Layla&quot; - A Visitation'/><author><name>Cheryl A Finley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027796165405148914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27294218.post-114637302034105643</id><published>2006-04-29T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T02:41:44.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Ike (my kitty) Teaches Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9I0rqO7RiE/ReZjUeD5PkI/AAAAAAAAAI8/hFP1TC7WEpw/s1600-h/100_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036822436578410050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9I0rqO7RiE/ReZjUeD5PkI/AAAAAAAAAI8/hFP1TC7WEpw/s320/100_0411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; am looking forward to unveiling, acknowleding, and learning from these deeper parts of mySelf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;through the&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://acapellasoul2.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SoulCollage&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;process. Much of this is metaphorical for me as related to one of my two kitties.&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ike&lt;/span&gt;, he makes it his business to get the attention he needs, and I realize that for the most part...all he wants is love, acknowlegement and affection..hmmm....much like we humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I come home from work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ike&lt;/span&gt; will sit and meow, over and over and follow me around, continually meowing. I sometimes tune him out for 5 minutes to change clothes and take a breath, figuring he just wants to eat. What I've come to realize is that&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; more than dinner...he wants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;acknowledgment&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;affection&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at that very moment! - &lt;em&gt;and he will sit in front of me or follow me around bellowing away...almost in a crying way...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;until I acknowlege him and give him hands on affection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; As soon as look into &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;those sweet little kitty-eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I reach to stroke him, he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;rises up on his hind legs to meet me, and he leans into the affection...and purrrs away; and he keeps moving in for more... and his purrs become rather chortle-like. &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's obviously in heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He teaches me so much about life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (as does my other kitty, Suki, but she's another story!). First of all,&lt;em&gt; Ike doesn't give up&lt;/em&gt; until he's acknowledged and he doesn't get mad, although he does become quite insistant, he just keeps radiating love...and &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he keeps meowing for affection until he gets it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So...now when I come in the door, within 1-2 minutes I "love him up" (all he needs is a few seconds to calm down) then he follows me into the bedroom to &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;keep me company&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; while I change clothes...while still &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chattering away in his kitty-kat-ease&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think the inner-parts of myself are meowing in their own way too&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wanting that acknowledgment... to be heard, listened to and UNDERSTOOD...and to love me even though I might not recognize it as love...(and like Ike, for me to give them attention too). Could be that once I've listened long enough, and deep enough their role in my life will be over and they'll &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;become my mentor...(rather than my tor-mentor)...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and we'll ride off into the sunset. Wouldn't that be wonderful? That might or might not be possible, but I do know that listening to and dialoguing with the deeper parts of myself through&lt;a href="http://www.acapellasoul.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; SoulCollage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;is a&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; liberating experience that creates a deeper self-love, acceptance and revelation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I write this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I just now realized that there's a part of me that's NOT like Ike, at times. There's a part of me that sometimes...when I don't feel heard, rather than "meow louder or longer" I give up...I close down, feathers fall, I curl up and lick my wounds. I now know that the part of me that is the "retreater" wants me to acknowledge her, and give her a voice. &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She too wants to be honored,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; seen and heard. Wow! --- It'll beinteresting to hear what she has to tell me -- this very issue has caused me to shrink away from some parts of my life...but not anymore! &lt;em&gt;I am in the process of letting all that go and stepping up...and out! As Diana Ross sings...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'm Comin' &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Out&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27294218-114637302034105643?l=acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114637302034105643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27294218&amp;postID=114637302034105643&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/114637302034105643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/114637302034105643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-ike-my-kitty-teaches-me.html' title='What Ike (my kitty) Teaches Me'/><author><name>Cheryl A Finley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027796165405148914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9I0rqO7RiE/ReZjUeD5PkI/AAAAAAAAAI8/hFP1TC7WEpw/s72-c/100_0411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27294218.post-114636940535804784</id><published>2006-04-29T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T15:34:41.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom from a Geko!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5465/2714/1600/geko.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5465/2714/320/geko.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While at work the other day&lt;/em&gt; while going through my purse I found a slightly bent-up page I tore out for SoulCollage. It was a nice size picture of the charming geko -- you know, the Geico gecko. I just loved this picture, he looked adorable.... so I trimmed away the advertising portion at the top and bottom; and the only thing remaining was the charmining little geko, or so I thought. He stood nice and tall...at about five inches on a white backround. I smiled and talked to him for a bit telling him how cute and wise he looked. Then I noticed some writing next to him that I never noticed until then. &lt;em&gt;Right next to him&lt;/em&gt;....there was a short sentence.....totally unrelated to car insurance.....I about fell off my chair when I read it.....it read: "I love my job." I was stunned. At that moment my struggle was over, I declared: "I surrender!... I love my job!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The synchronicity was incredible&lt;/em&gt; because a friend and I had a conversation the other night about this topic...of jobs vs. our "life's work".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;After some restlessness, it is clear to me now I'm in my divine-right place...for now. It provides the perfect support in a myriad of ways for my creative-soul-growth as well as other necessities. But..I'd been resisting...now, I no longer resist. I embrace: my wonderful job, my place and my purpose there...and in this present moment. I now REALLY know it serves my greater good... and therefore my life's work, and the greater good of those whom my life's work touches. Plus, I am appreciated! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)" face="arial"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0); FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A quote by Barbara Stahura provides a perfect reality check for living in the moment. She says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;"It's become crystal clear to me that work is not my life; my life is my work."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-family:arial;" align="left" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Now doesn't that just about sum it up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make at least one SoulCollage card to honor this &lt;em&gt;part of me that knows I am in my Right Place, and that honors synchronicity&lt;/em&gt;. And...I will put the geko picture in my office. I'll leave the "I love my job" in tact so I can remember his wise declaration, and attitude.   &lt;em&gt;Mr. Geko wasn't lamenting that he was not longer in his natural habitat nor complaining that he had been plunged headlong into media-mania, and celebrity-hood...nope...he simplly declared "I love my job&lt;/em&gt;".  How adaptable is he? That's a quality that's good to have. What a lesson he's taught me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being aware of the life lessons that surrond us,  can reap abundant, joyous rewards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0); FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27294218-114636940535804784?l=acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114636940535804784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27294218&amp;postID=114636940535804784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/114636940535804784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/114636940535804784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/2006/04/wisdom-from-geko.html' title='Wisdom from a Geko!'/><author><name>Cheryl A Finley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027796165405148914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27294218.post-114636192013123830</id><published>2006-04-29T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T01:03:01.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Audacity"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;E&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;ach day I become more and more amazed and grateful for the SoulCollage process, my journey through it, as well as the expansion of my heart, mind, soul...and creativity. I happily surrender to the insights revealed because I know they are from the deepest part of me...my soul. Every few days or so I thumb through the images I've collected, or new ones, to see which one will pick me! Who would've thought that inner-exploration, discovery and re-integration with mySelf and Soul would intensify my passtion for artistry, inner-listening, and the great respect I have for the mirror of my soul...which is of course reflected in every SoulCollage card I create&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Now, Audacity, the Modern Day Muse--is very special to me. She's not only an energy &amp; quality within me--albeit sometimes dormant--but we "go back" about several months. I first met the Muse Audacity through Jill Badonksy and her book, The Nine Modern Day Muses (see links). Jill's Muse, Audacity, governs &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"courage &amp;amp; unihibited uniqueness" and her domain is "teaching self-confidence, and freedom to be one's self...being true to oneself"&lt;/span&gt;. I was intuitively attracted to Audacity when we got to choose a Muse to present at Jill's Muse Group Faciliator's training last October. I think Audacity and I chose each other! At any rate, Audacity has taught me so much. Even now, through SoulCollage she's reminding me she's still with me...and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;inviting me to borrow from her: boldness, self-confidence, and committment to being myself..whenever I might fall short of my own audacity to do so.&lt;/span&gt; Isn't she awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;a href="http://acapellasoul.blogspot.com/2006/11/audacity-glad-to-be-me.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is my Card "Audacity"&lt;/span&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/27294218-114636192013123830?l=acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114636192013123830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27294218&amp;postID=114636192013123830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/114636192013123830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27294218/posts/default/114636192013123830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acapellasouljourney.blogspot.com/2006/04/audacity.html' title='&quot;Audacity&quot;'/><author><name>Cheryl A Finley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027796165405148914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
