<?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-3649099128941972520</id><updated>2011-07-19T01:02:19.936-07:00</updated><category term='body'/><category term='spirit'/><category term='mind'/><title type='text'>BODY... MIND... &amp;  SPIRIT...</title><subtitle type='html'>THIS BLOG IS DEDICATED TO REVEAL THE FUNDAMENTALS OF A WELL BALANCED LIFE.
YOUR HONEST COMMENTS AND EXPERIENCES ARE WELCOME.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-1014377396088354457</id><published>2010-08-17T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T20:33:42.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomato Season on Bartlett (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/TGdLUX4eYqI/AAAAAAAAARI/wF7ICF0RGe8/s1600/DSC00238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/TGdLUX4eYqI/AAAAAAAAARI/wF7ICF0RGe8/s320/DSC00238.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But before we moved to this house the tomato business had already started on Bartlett.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our next door neighbor had already been planting them for over a couple of decades and he continues to pride himself of having the best tomatoes in the area...&lt;br /&gt;Frank has been in Canada for over 40 years and he uses a method that he brought with him from his homeland - St. Michael's Island in the Azores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/TGdLi1y_ORI/AAAAAAAAARQ/IimFsP1Wv5g/s1600/DSC00240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/TGdLi1y_ORI/AAAAAAAAARQ/IimFsP1Wv5g/s320/DSC00240.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes, I can sense some sort of rivalry in the air... which one has the biggest, the sweetest, the better shaped tomatoes... &lt;br /&gt;We exchange fruits to sample and as the Summer starts changing into Fall we exchange tomato sauce and jam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;God bless you, Frank!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/TGdLXvs55QI/AAAAAAAAARM/FIoa0HBDts4/s1600/DSC00239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/TGdLXvs55QI/AAAAAAAAARM/FIoa0HBDts4/s320/DSC00239.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is also proud of the size of his tomatoes...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-1014377396088354457?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/1014377396088354457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2010/08/tomato-season-on-bartlett-part-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/1014377396088354457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/1014377396088354457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2010/08/tomato-season-on-bartlett-part-2.html' title='Tomato Season on Bartlett (Part 2)'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/TGdLUX4eYqI/AAAAAAAAARI/wF7ICF0RGe8/s72-c/DSC00238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-6304408538554072770</id><published>2010-08-07T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T20:47:08.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomato Season on Bartlett</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/TF4i3Kb2ieI/AAAAAAAAARE/mJip1sLAtH8/s1600/DSC00252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/TF4i3Kb2ieI/AAAAAAAAARE/mJip1sLAtH8/s320/DSC00252.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Although we live in the heart of Toronto, when we go to our backyard it's like a whole different world out there!&lt;br /&gt;We call it "Our Summer Cottage"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/TF4Nb3SpmMI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/45eXWb4GIEE/s1600/DSC01423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/TF4Nb3SpmMI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/45eXWb4GIEE/s320/DSC01423.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of my husband's hobbies is planting&amp;nbsp; and one of his favorite plants is the tomato......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He starts early Spring with the seeds and continues through out Spring and Summer, until they become these beautiful fruits....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/TF4Hs-W0iVI/AAAAAAAAAQw/t87d6msE1IA/s1600/DSC01558.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/TF4Hs-W0iVI/AAAAAAAAAQw/t87d6msE1IA/s320/DSC01558.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He puts a lot of tender loving care into the whole process by making sure that they are 100% organic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-6304408538554072770?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/6304408538554072770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2010/08/tomato-season-on-bartlett.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/6304408538554072770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/6304408538554072770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2010/08/tomato-season-on-bartlett.html' title='Tomato Season on Bartlett'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/TF4i3Kb2ieI/AAAAAAAAARE/mJip1sLAtH8/s72-c/DSC00252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-2375142189682089279</id><published>2010-07-19T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T14:50:43.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My lymphatic system...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/TEUJqb8kFMI/AAAAAAAAAQg/pQA4wNQq7fE/s1600/sick+woman.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/TEUJqb8kFMI/AAAAAAAAAQg/pQA4wNQq7fE/s320/sick+woman.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Those that are close to me, know that, when I am feeling sick, I always blame it on my lymphatic system!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, the lymphatic system is hard at work, with it's lymphocytes protecting&amp;nbsp; me against viruses and bacteria, which is exactly the opposite... and although I am quite aware of their work, I still blame it on my lymphatic system!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lymphatic system exists in all our body, except the central nervous system and the major components are located in the bone marrow, lymph nodes, spleen, thymus gland and tonsils.&lt;br /&gt;This system consists of ducts, nodes and organs that transport a clear, watery fluid called lymph between groups of cells or tissues throughout the body to filter out cellular waste and toxins. Lymph helps to distribute immune cells ( B and T cells) and other factors like fats and proteins. This system plays a key role in maintaining the fluid environment in the body. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Lymph nodes become inflamed when a bacterial or viral infection causes the increased production of activated B and T cells, causing the glands to swell. Common causes of swollen lymph glands include cold and flu; ear infection; tooth infection; throat infection; mononucleosis; tonsillitis; skin infection; gingivitis and mouth sores. Glands remain swollen until the infection subsides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other more serious causes of swollen lymph glands that I prefer not to include in my post today and that I will write about them at a later time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-2375142189682089279?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/2375142189682089279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2010/07/those-that-are-close-to-me-know-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/2375142189682089279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/2375142189682089279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2010/07/those-that-are-close-to-me-know-that.html' title='My lymphatic system...'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/TEUJqb8kFMI/AAAAAAAAAQg/pQA4wNQq7fE/s72-c/sick+woman.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-2143581960098521371</id><published>2010-07-16T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:33:00.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercising</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/TDkEaTcPtJI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hAx1s9V5VTA/s1600/exercise.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/TDkEaTcPtJI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hAx1s9V5VTA/s320/exercise.jpeg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When Cecille came to see me at work, she couldn't believe her eyes! Cecille is a seventy years old petite, black Lady, that has been my client since I have been at that location. She 's very special to me and when she moved to the States, I thought I was not going to see her again..... but once in a while Cecille comes in and I know that she doesn't come just for her finances, she also comes to see me.&lt;br /&gt;"There's something about the way you walk that makes you look so good, girlfriend!" said Cecille, "did you loose more weight? What did you do?"&lt;br /&gt;Coming from Cecille, it made me feel really good, she's very active and always watching what she eats. Cecille has been stopped at the border, because they thought that her passport had been stolen (she looked too good for a seventy years old woman).&lt;br /&gt;"Cecille, I have been exercising... I got myself a personal trainer, and I try to go to the gym three days a week, to get myself in shape. It's hard, but it's well worth!"&lt;br /&gt;"You look great!" said Cecille.&lt;br /&gt;I might look great in Cecille's eyes, but I feel even better, my breathing, my walking, my sleeping, all my physical activities have improved one hundred percent and although I have started a little late in life, I think that it's never too late to improve our health and age graciously....&lt;br /&gt;I encourage everybody to exercise, no matter how old or young.... just going for walks or going to the gym, a lot or a little. The type of sedentary life that most of us have, at a desk, in front of a computer or a TV contributes to all the new age illnesses that have been increasing so drastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Cecille for being such an inspiration and example, I have to say: "Thanks, Girlfriend!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-2143581960098521371?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/2143581960098521371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2010/07/exercising_16.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/2143581960098521371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/2143581960098521371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2010/07/exercising_16.html' title='Exercising'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/TDkEaTcPtJI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hAx1s9V5VTA/s72-c/exercise.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-3918283902341752654</id><published>2010-05-23T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T23:31:08.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>As we go through life we are faced with millions of choices, some more important than others! I have the tendency to analyze everything and base my choices on what's best for everybody, specially for my family. I also don't like to be rushed,off course, so that I have enough time to analyze...&lt;br /&gt;It's a vicious circle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/S_oS2XzhWJI/AAAAAAAAAQA/p2kVvJtDreM/s1600/choices.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/S_oS2XzhWJI/AAAAAAAAAQA/p2kVvJtDreM/s320/choices.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But, today I was faced with a choice, a very difficult choice indeed, based on my own feelings and without much time to analyze...&lt;br /&gt;"No more pretending!" I was being told...&lt;br /&gt;How do you end a relationship of over 35 years in less than a minute, even if that relationship is already sick?&lt;br /&gt;Memories were coming back in a flash and as I was making my decision to end, we were going over the reasons why we should maintain that relationship.Those reasons weren't enough for me anymore!&lt;br /&gt;So, when I heard the "No more pretending" for the second time, I realized that there was nothing else to be said except...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD LIFE, FATIMA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-3918283902341752654?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/3918283902341752654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2010/05/choices.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/3918283902341752654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/3918283902341752654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2010/05/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/S_oS2XzhWJI/AAAAAAAAAQA/p2kVvJtDreM/s72-c/choices.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-3543076706582935942</id><published>2010-05-17T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:30:51.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Honor of the Divine Holy Spirit</title><content type='html'>When W came downstairs and told us about his dream, we were all curious to find out what was the message behind the dream.&lt;br /&gt;W said that on his dream, he was at the &lt;a href="http://www.carmelproducts.com/images/skydome.jpg"&gt;Skydome&lt;/a&gt; with Grandpa and Grandma, the three of them were hosting an event, the place was full of tables and chairs, all set up for dinner, the guests were arriving, but there was no food. They were all dressed up for a Gala and W felt that it was his duty to get food for everybody, but instead he woke up with the feeling that there were some unfinished business that he had to take care of. But what?&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that it was his parents that were there with W, my husband called his sister to see if she had any clues, but the only thing that she said was "Don't worry, the rest of the message will come in due time". Later W said that my parents were the ones with him....&lt;br /&gt;More ideas were flowing from all of us and it was my turn to call my sister...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year my daughter was born, my parents came to spend one year with us, to help me with the kids (both my son and my daughter), since my father was already retired, they could spend some quality time with the grandchildren...&lt;br /&gt;Great memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/d/db/Festas_tradicionais_que_ocorrem_em_todas_as_9_ilhas_dos_A%C3%A7ores._Festa_do_Esp%C3%ADrito_Santo._Coroa_da_Freguesia_da_Vila_Nova,_ilha_Terceira,_A%C3%A7ores.jpg/800px-Festas_tradicionais_que_ocorrem_em_todas_as_9_ilhas_dos_A%C3%A7ores._Festa_do_Esp%C3%ADrito_Santo._Coroa_da_Freguesia_da_Vila_Nova,_ilha_Terceira,_A%C3%A7ores.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/d/db/Festas_tradicionais_que_ocorrem_em_todas_as_9_ilhas_dos_A%C3%A7ores._Festa_do_Esp%C3%ADrito_Santo._Coroa_da_Freguesia_da_Vila_Nova,_ilha_Terceira,_A%C3%A7ores.jpg/800px-Festas_tradicionais_que_ocorrem_em_todas_as_9_ilhas_dos_A%C3%A7ores._Festa_do_Esp%C3%ADrito_Santo._Coroa_da_Freguesia_da_Vila_Nova,_ilha_Terceira,_A%C3%A7ores.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same year, being a brother of the Brotherhood of the Holy Spirit of Lameirinho, my son had the honor of being chosen to hold the Crown for one year, that period of time  would end with a Coronation and a Function, where all the family and friends participate. Being so far away and having a new baby to take care of, we decided that the Crown would stay at my Sister's for the year and than returned to the Brotherhood.&lt;br /&gt;W was 6 years old at the time and there wasn't much that he could do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I called my sister and told her about W's dream, right away she pointed out that this was his unfinished business!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-3543076706582935942?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/3543076706582935942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-honour-of-holly-gost.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/3543076706582935942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/3543076706582935942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-honour-of-holly-gost.html' title='In Honor of the Divine Holy Spirit'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-5090534922014059626</id><published>2010-04-03T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T20:09:30.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY EASTER TO ALL MY FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/S7gCBC63vAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Sz3deq62HCU/s1600/easter2007.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456113165546273794" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/S7gCBC63vAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Sz3deq62HCU/s320/easter2007.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 291px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-5090534922014059626?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/5090534922014059626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter-to-all-my-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/5090534922014059626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/5090534922014059626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter-to-all-my-friends.html' title='HAPPY EASTER TO ALL MY FRIENDS'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/S7gCBC63vAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Sz3deq62HCU/s72-c/easter2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-7751874488404356223</id><published>2010-04-02T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T14:11:12.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/S7ZdZVx17uI/AAAAAAAAAPI/icrwybLZEgE/s1600/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/S7ZdZVx17uI/AAAAAAAAAPI/icrwybLZEgE/s320/birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455650688530247394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not very often that I listen to the Portuguese Radio Station... nothing against the Portuguese Community in Toronto, but not identifying myself with some old ideas and ways of thinking that have been adopted over the last 50 years, keeps me away from that.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when we(my husband and I) go shopping, we put the radio on, in the car, to update ourselves to any changes that might have taken place. Today was no exception!&lt;br /&gt;When we turned the radio on, songs were being played, dedicated to the Birthdays of the day! People turning one year older were getting a song according to their life stages. Some were cheerful, others more serious, others about how much back home was being missed. But the one that caught my attention was the one dedicated to someone that was turning 50 years old. The song that was played was about how much youth was being missed and that it was the beginning of the end. And for the Portuguese reader, I can say that it was a song by Antonio Calvario that goes like this: "Mocidade, mocidade, porque fugiste de mim (?), hoje morro de saudade... o principio do fim....". I am already over 50 and if any one played that song for me, I would NOT be very happy!&lt;br /&gt;Now you can understand why, I stay way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-7751874488404356223?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/7751874488404356223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2010/04/birthday-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/7751874488404356223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/7751874488404356223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2010/04/birthday-song.html' title='Birthday song'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/S7ZdZVx17uI/AAAAAAAAAPI/icrwybLZEgE/s72-c/birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-4836252552811827800</id><published>2010-03-14T13:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T19:15:49.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honest, well behaved men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/S51beDUq9fI/AAAAAAAAAN0/60OqsaRGiPo/s1600-h/women%27s+rights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/S51beDUq9fI/AAAAAAAAAN0/60OqsaRGiPo/s320/women%27s+rights.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448611696034379250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;♥ If you have a wonderful husband that works hard to take care of you and would do anything just for you and your family, then repost this as your status to give the honest, well behaved men out there the recognition that they deserve. Because great men are few and far between, and I have one of them ♥&lt;small&gt;&lt;span id="status_time"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span id="status_time"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I read the above comment on a few of my Facebook Friends' status, at first I was tempted to copy and paste it on mine as well,  but then reading it again I realized that to be fair, a lot more needed to be said, otherwise I would be terribly unfair to all the men that took advantage of the &lt;a href="http://www.infoplease.com/spot/womenstimeline1.html"&gt;Women's Rights &lt;/a&gt;movement to bring themselves to a higher level.&lt;br /&gt;When women fought for their rights, they were not just getting their independence, they were in fact giving both, men and women, the opportunity to bring themselves to a higher level, where men  are no longer just a "pay cheque" and women have the freedom to choose their future.&lt;br /&gt;When one looks at a country like India, with all the spiritual gurus, one kind of wonders why they still have the "arranged marriages"!&lt;br /&gt;I personally find it contradictory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a 21st Century woman, I think it's important to recognize the men that support their women through good times and bad times, the ones that have taken house chores so their women could have careers, the ones that take care of the kids while their women are in school and even the ones that have no kids because they chose to better themselves first and by the time they were ready for kids it was too late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself a lucky women that got herself one of those good men, because he has been supporting all my craziness with a smile and a kiss... he gets up at 7:00am to take me to work when he could be in bed sleeping, he cooks dinner when I'm working and he drives me to professional events and picks me up later  without any complaints, he celebrates my successes and he lifts me up when I am down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span id="status_time"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It just wouldn't be fair to say that he works hard without explaining the level!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-4836252552811827800?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/4836252552811827800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-you-have-wonderful-husband-that.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/4836252552811827800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/4836252552811827800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-you-have-wonderful-husband-that.html' title='Honest, well behaved men'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/S51beDUq9fI/AAAAAAAAAN0/60OqsaRGiPo/s72-c/women%27s+rights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-6849951221748327876</id><published>2010-03-07T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T16:54:45.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casa de Saude do Espirito Santo das Irmas Hospitaleiras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/S513P2gyhfI/AAAAAAAAAO8/7t79Ip9eodI/s1600-h/casa+de+saude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/S513P2gyhfI/AAAAAAAAAO8/7t79Ip9eodI/s320/casa+de+saude.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448642238402954738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I received the call from my sister telling me that Mother's doctor recommended that she moved from the nursing home to the  "Casa de Saude do Espirito Santo das Irmas Hospitaleiras", I admit that I was devastated. That was the place that Mother always asked not to go to. How could we even consider having Mother in a Mental Institution? Although the doctor guaranteed that it was another wing, that it was a nursing home for women, just the thought of going through the same entrance door was getting me worried.... Mother would never accept that and worse she would never forgive us for agreeing to that!   My sister was looking for my input and although my heart was saying no.... she can't go there, my mind was saying yes... that's where she will get the care that she needs!&lt;br /&gt;At the nursing home, the staff wasn't prepared to deal with Alzheimer patients and they would call my sister every single time Mother had an occurrence.  She was not forgetting... she was being difficult...&lt;br /&gt;Several years have passed... Mother has passed away and to this day, I thank God for the decision that we both made. With that decision, we gave our Mother a much better quality of life than if she had stayed  at the old Nursing Home. She was able to get care 24/7 with doctors, nurses, caregivers, nuns...   she went on road trips, to the theater, played games, exercises, physicals every time it was required, you name it and she had it.&lt;br /&gt;Two names that come to mind  and I want to thank them for all their care and support; they are  Sister Encarnacao and the Male Nurse Saul, they were both a big part of Mother's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mother's favorite time was her Sunday Afternoon with my Sister and Brother-in-law... going out with them was the highlight of the week!&lt;br /&gt;My sister would call me every single time, so that we could talk to Mother on the phone. To this day I still wait for that phone call, every Sunday around 12:00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no doubt  that the three of us, we still connect at that time every single Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-6849951221748327876?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/6849951221748327876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2010/03/casa-de-saude-do-espirito-santo-das.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/6849951221748327876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/6849951221748327876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2010/03/casa-de-saude-do-espirito-santo-das.html' title='Casa de Saude do Espirito Santo das Irmas Hospitaleiras'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/S513P2gyhfI/AAAAAAAAAO8/7t79Ip9eodI/s72-c/casa+de+saude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-625025849897538439</id><published>2010-02-19T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T20:09:20.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exchanging Energies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/S3GMzO0aZ6I/AAAAAAAAANs/wqWXi7ry8Dg/s1600-h/You-Are-Psychic-The-Art-of-Clairvoyant-Reading--Healing.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436281036992047010" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/S3GMzO0aZ6I/AAAAAAAAANs/wqWXi7ry8Dg/s320/You-Are-Psychic-The-Art-of-Clairvoyant-Reading--Healing.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 187px; width: 123px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many books that I have been reading ( and I have the tendency of doing it all at the same time) is called "You are PSYCHIC - The art of clairvoyant reading &amp;amp; healing" by Debra Lynne Katz.&lt;br /&gt;I usually jump from one book to another trying to put some thoughts and ideas together, without even realizing who wrote what...&lt;br /&gt;But this time what got my attention was the part that Debra talks about the exchange of energies; and I quote:&lt;br /&gt;"Clairvoyantly, I have seen that there are minute threads of energy, in the form of light, connecting everybody and everything together..."&lt;br /&gt;Reading that, brought me back to the time that I attended a funeral and during the Cemetery Ceremony some of us saw  long threads of light almost touching us and going over the trees, as if it was connecting all of the attendants. It was the most beautiful "web" that I have ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;But not everybody was able to see it and that made me wonder why some of us were able to see it and others not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-625025849897538439?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/625025849897538439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2010/02/exchanging-energies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/625025849897538439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/625025849897538439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2010/02/exchanging-energies.html' title='Exchanging Energies'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/S3GMzO0aZ6I/AAAAAAAAANs/wqWXi7ry8Dg/s72-c/You-Are-Psychic-The-Art-of-Clairvoyant-Reading--Healing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-2027351176890728808</id><published>2010-02-07T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T09:53:48.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALWAYS IN OUR HEARTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/S2762m5RpgI/AAAAAAAAANk/vgmJmNKq6Uk/s1600-h/flying_birds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/S2762m5RpgI/AAAAAAAAANk/vgmJmNKq6Uk/s320/flying_birds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435557616343426562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                    In Memory of o&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ur Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;                                                         Albertina das Dores Vieira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               November 25th, 1925 to January 29th, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you this one thought to keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="GBThreadMessageRow_Body_Content"&gt;I am with you still -  I do not sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I am a thousand winds that blow,&lt;br /&gt;I am the diamond glints on snow,&lt;br /&gt;I am the sunlight on ripened grain,&lt;br /&gt;I am the gentle autumn rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you awaken in the morning's hush,&lt;br /&gt;I am the swift, uplifting rush&lt;br /&gt;of quiet birds in circled flight.&lt;br /&gt;I am the soft stars that shine at night.&lt;br /&gt;Do not think of me as gone -&lt;br /&gt;I am with you still -  in each new dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~ Author Unknown ~~       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-2027351176890728808?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/2027351176890728808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2010/02/mother.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/2027351176890728808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/2027351176890728808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2010/02/mother.html' title='ALWAYS IN OUR HEARTS'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/S2762m5RpgI/AAAAAAAAANk/vgmJmNKq6Uk/s72-c/flying_birds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-3930677041818379779</id><published>2010-01-15T11:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T13:59:00.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog World Celebrities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/S1DHuAOzNnI/AAAAAAAAANU/uz5RIV6Km3Q/s1600-h/meeting+bloggers.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427057144131434098" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/S1DHuAOzNnI/AAAAAAAAANU/uz5RIV6Km3Q/s320/meeting+bloggers.JPG" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 240px; width: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to take this opportunity, to say that I have had the honor of spending some amazing time with the two women behind&lt;a href="http://line4line.blogspot.com/"&gt; K-Line&lt;/a&gt; and  &lt;a href="http://searchingtheinnerme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Searching the Inner Me&lt;/a&gt;  during their meeting at the Pantry.&lt;br /&gt;Two amazing women, whom I have the greatest admiration for, having breakfast together and sharing their thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Kristin and Seeker for having me there with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-3930677041818379779?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/3930677041818379779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-world-celebreties.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/3930677041818379779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/3930677041818379779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-world-celebreties.html' title='Blog World Celebrities'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/S1DHuAOzNnI/AAAAAAAAANU/uz5RIV6Km3Q/s72-c/meeting+bloggers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-1155641125861925556</id><published>2010-01-14T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:00:04.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPECIAL MOMENTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/S0-Dl7NxxlI/AAAAAAAAAMw/tljQSeIvGKM/s1600-h/IMG_0093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/S0-Dl7NxxlI/AAAAAAAAAMw/tljQSeIvGKM/s320/IMG_0093.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Any moment spent with my family is a Special Moment to me!&lt;br /&gt;But when I have my Family and my Sister's Family together, that moment is even more special!&lt;br /&gt;And that moment has happened, the two families together celebrating my baby sister's Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;It was a week of celebrations that has taken us from the &lt;a href="http://www.rom.on.ca/"&gt;ROM&lt;/a&gt; to the  &lt;a href="http://www.playtimebowl.com/"&gt;Bowling Alley,&lt;/a&gt; through the &lt;a href="http://www.elmwoodspa.com/"&gt;SPA&lt;/a&gt; , the &lt;a href="http://www.jerseyboystoronto.com/main.htm"&gt;Jersey Boys&lt;/a&gt; and a few vegetarian and not so vegetarian restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;It was a seven day moment that started with our Orthodox Christmas Eve and ended with the promise that we would find an excuse to get all together again and live another Special Moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Sis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-1155641125861925556?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/1155641125861925556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2010/01/special-moments.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/1155641125861925556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/1155641125861925556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2010/01/special-moments.html' title='SPECIAL MOMENTS'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/S0-Dl7NxxlI/AAAAAAAAAMw/tljQSeIvGKM/s72-c/IMG_0093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-7524114824015927633</id><published>2009-12-31T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:34:01.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Sz2I86P5sDI/AAAAAAAAAMs/tb_7S5JPz4k/s1600-h/happy%20new%20year.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Sz2I86P5sDI/AAAAAAAAAMs/tb_7S5JPz4k/s640/happy%20new%20year.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To all my friends and followers with all my LOVE....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-7524114824015927633?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/7524114824015927633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/7524114824015927633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/7524114824015927633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Sz2I86P5sDI/AAAAAAAAAMs/tb_7S5JPz4k/s72-c/happy%20new%20year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-5095285386651363702</id><published>2009-12-26T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T09:49:03.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Women behind my Strength</title><content type='html'>I believe that one of the reasons we come to the planet Earth is to learn from the interactions with others.&lt;br /&gt;As I get older and as I try to understand my purpose in life, I find myself loving more and more humans and animals, although I still have a lot to work on one of my weaknesses, thinking that the world is against me when I don't get what I want!&lt;br /&gt;I keep on reminding myself that whatever happens in life, what really matters are the lessons that we learn from every single situation and that all we need is PATIENCE to wait for the end results.&lt;br /&gt;That's right PATIENCE... I said it.... PATIENCE... PATIENCE.... PATIENCE...&lt;br /&gt;But, this is not about me....this is about the women that stand behind me, giving me the strength to find the PATIENCE that I came looking for in the planet Earth!&lt;br /&gt;These three women that give me their unconditional LOVE, that becomes my STRENGTH  are ( and not always in the same order, they take their places according to the situations) my Mother, my Sister and my Daughter.&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank the three of you for being the WIND BENEATH MY WINGS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SzYxG0-c_eI/AAAAAAAAAMo/QwkXvVn-4ZA/s1600-h/three%20women.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SzYxG0-c_eI/AAAAAAAAAMo/QwkXvVn-4ZA/s640/three%20women.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;LOVE FOREVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-5095285386651363702?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/5095285386651363702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/12/women-behind-my-strengh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/5095285386651363702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/5095285386651363702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/12/women-behind-my-strengh.html' title='The Women behind my Strength'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SzYxG0-c_eI/AAAAAAAAAMo/QwkXvVn-4ZA/s72-c/three%20women.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-1593198298247347828</id><published>2009-12-17T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:22:34.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Syrs9IeVr0I/AAAAAAAAAMk/iCAqftjRXzk/s1600-h/apple-tree-in-snow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Syrs9IeVr0I/AAAAAAAAAMk/iCAqftjRXzk/s320/apple-tree-in-snow.jpg" border="0" height="320" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every year I make the same wish:&lt;br /&gt;Christmas in a warm country!&lt;br /&gt;Coming back from the beach and having Christmas Eve celebrated under the stars with my family and friends!&lt;br /&gt;After 34 years of "White Christmas", I would like to be able to experience, at least once, the "Sandy Christmas"!&lt;br /&gt;I might not even like it... but until I'm able to compare, I will keep on wishing for it!&lt;br /&gt;Wishing all of you a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt; with  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE, &lt;/span&gt;Happiness &amp;amp; Friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Joyeux Noel &lt;/span&gt;!&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-1593198298247347828?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/1593198298247347828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/1593198298247347828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/1593198298247347828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Syrs9IeVr0I/AAAAAAAAAMk/iCAqftjRXzk/s72-c/apple-tree-in-snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-6213154421929593343</id><published>2009-11-22T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T15:37:49.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHOCOLATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SwonTs6PHII/AAAAAAAAAMY/-1h3xYezK_M/s1600/chocolates-secret-health-benefits-af.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407177522038119554" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SwonTs6PHII/AAAAAAAAAMY/-1h3xYezK_M/s320/chocolates-secret-health-benefits-af.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 279px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whenever I feel stressed out, the first thing that comes to my mind is "chocolate".&lt;br /&gt;Not until I have done some research that I have realized that it's not just because of my " sweet tooth"  that it comes to my mind. Chocolate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;contains &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alkaloid" title="Alkaloid"&gt;alkaloids&lt;/a&gt; such as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theobromine" title="Theobromine"&gt;theobromine&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phenethylamine" title="Phenethylamine"&gt;phenethylamine&lt;/a&gt;, which have physiological effects on the body. It has been linked to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serotonin" title="Serotonin"&gt;serotonin&lt;/a&gt; levels in the brain,which &lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-pantograph_0-0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chocolate#cite_note-pantograph-0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; has various functions, including the regulation of mood, appetite, sleep,etc...&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate is produced from the seeds of the tropical cacao tree.After fermentation, the beans are dried, cleaned, and roasted, and the shell is removed to produce cacao nibs. The nibs are then ground and liquefied, resulting in pure chocolate in fluid form: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chocolate_liquor" title="Chocolate liquor"&gt;chocolate liquor&lt;/a&gt;. The liquor can be further processed into two components: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cocoa_solids" title="Cocoa solids"&gt;cocoa solids&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cocoa_butter" title="Cocoa butter"&gt;cocoa butter&lt;/a&gt;. Pure, unsweetened chocolate contains primarily cocoa solids and cocoa butter in varying proportions. Much of the chocolate consumed today is in the form of &lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweet_chocolate" title="Sweet chocolate"&gt;sweet chocolate&lt;/a&gt;, combining chocolate with sugar. &lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Milk_chocolate" title="Milk chocolate"&gt;Milk chocolate&lt;/a&gt; is sweet chocolate that additionally contains milk powder or condensed milk. "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_chocolate" title="White chocolate"&gt;White chocolate&lt;/a&gt;" contains cocoa butter, sugar, and milk but no cocoa solids (and thus does not qualify to be considered true chocolate).&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate has become one of the most popular food types and flavors in the world. Gifts of chocolate molded into different shapes have become traditional on certain holidays: chocolate bunnies and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Easter_egg" title="Easter egg"&gt;eggs&lt;/a&gt; are popular on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Easter" title="Easter"&gt;Easter&lt;/a&gt;, chocolate coins on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hanukkah" title="Hanukkah"&gt;Hanukkah&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santa_Claus" title="Santa Claus"&gt;Santa Claus&lt;/a&gt; and other holiday symbols on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christmas" title="Christmas"&gt;Christmas&lt;/a&gt;, and hearts on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valentine%27s_Day" title="Valentine's Day"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/a&gt;. Chocolate is also used in cold and hot beverages, to produce &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chocolate_milk" title="Chocolate milk"&gt;chocolate milk&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hot_chocolate" title="Hot chocolate"&gt;hot chocolate&lt;/a&gt;.When in doubt about what to buy me.... just remember this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cocoa#cite_note-0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cocoa#cite_note-1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cocoa#cite_note-2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-6213154421929593343?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/6213154421929593343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/11/chocolate.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/6213154421929593343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/6213154421929593343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/11/chocolate.html' title='CHOCOLATE'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SwonTs6PHII/AAAAAAAAAMY/-1h3xYezK_M/s72-c/chocolates-secret-health-benefits-af.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-5297557925228846453</id><published>2009-11-22T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T19:26:55.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL STRESSED OUT.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SwnNwYCwbaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/HrA-fmsH66c/s1600/stressed_dessert-759027.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407079058606419362" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SwnNwYCwbaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/HrA-fmsH66c/s320/stressed_dessert-759027.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 138px;" /&gt;This is exactly the way that I feel now..... give me some dessert!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long hours in the office, dark when I leave the house..... still dark when I come back, not enough time to go shopping, than all I have to eat around the house is cookies and chips, because they don't go bad as fast as fruits and vegetables.... I also have a pint of ice cream that I keep on dipping my chips into....&lt;br /&gt;When am I going back to my regular work hours?....when...when?&lt;br /&gt;I have been working 6 days a week, some of those are 11 hours days and when I asked for a week vacation in January...the answer was that "he" also needed that same time off. I only had one response  to that:"Does it mean that I am not working hard enough to deserve one week vacation in January?"&lt;br /&gt;The next day, my vacation request was approved!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-5297557925228846453?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/5297557925228846453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-exactly-way-that-i-feel-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/5297557925228846453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/5297557925228846453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-exactly-way-that-i-feel-now.html' title='ALL STRESSED OUT.....'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SwnNwYCwbaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/HrA-fmsH66c/s72-c/stressed_dessert-759027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-6458183804843755177</id><published>2009-11-09T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T06:25:01.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valber &amp; Vanille</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Svj2jmCPoeI/AAAAAAAAALs/gR4R0OFiDOI/s1600-h/valber+%26+vanille.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402338844396724706" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Svj2jmCPoeI/AAAAAAAAALs/gR4R0OFiDOI/s320/valber+%26+vanille.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 220px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was with great pleasure that last Sunday we have attended Valber &amp;amp; Vanille Show.&lt;br /&gt;As so, we want to take this opportunity to thank Angela Mesquita, from Brasil Remittance, for inviting us to her table and for the warm welcome that she gave us, as we came into the hall. If it wasn't for her, we probably wouldn't have gone to the show. A GOOD FRIEND, as always!&lt;br /&gt;Although a lot of mixed feelings came up, memories of the times we had together..., it was a way of LETTING GO of an era that has served a purpose in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Many lessons were learned... decisions were made and values were put to the test. As long as something was learned from all those experiences, I can say it was well worth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to the duo... many more decisions to be made and values to be put to test, keeping in mind that " we are spiritual beings who are having a physical experience".&lt;b class="money"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-6458183804843755177?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/6458183804843755177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/11/valber-vanille.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/6458183804843755177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/6458183804843755177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/11/valber-vanille.html' title='Valber &amp; Vanille'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Svj2jmCPoeI/AAAAAAAAALs/gR4R0OFiDOI/s72-c/valber+%26+vanille.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-8546797053498558561</id><published>2009-11-08T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:23:44.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Human Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SveTWJKtdcI/AAAAAAAAALk/MW1Pb1O7aSM/s1600-h/inner+self.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SveTWJKtdcI/AAAAAAAAALk/MW1Pb1O7aSM/s320/inner+self.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All the books that I have been reading, from Dr. Brian Wiess to James Van Praagh, share the same idea: "we are spiritual beings who are having a physical experience".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As spiritual beings we choose to come back to earth and encounter all the opportunities that will propel us and the human race forward in earth's evolution.&lt;br /&gt;Our natural state as spirits is one of expended consciousness and we have the power to create with thought and ideas. Although, when we come to earth we bring with us the blueprint of all previous life experiences, we leave behind the memories of those same life experiences, in order to start over with a clear conscience.&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is that we forget our divine nature and we tend to look to others to validate and measure our own worthiness instead of believing in ourselves and creating our own paths.&lt;br /&gt;We become victims of circumstances rather than creators of our fates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As a spirit having a human experience, you can choose to not merely exist but to be fully conscious and aware of living in a limited world. When you take a conscious part in life and its multitude of choices, you won't let life happen to you - you will make life happen for you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ghosts Among Us, by James Van Praagh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-8546797053498558561?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/8546797053498558561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/11/human-experience.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/8546797053498558561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/8546797053498558561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/11/human-experience.html' title='The Human Experience'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SveTWJKtdcI/AAAAAAAAALk/MW1Pb1O7aSM/s72-c/inner+self.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-816777445867064661</id><published>2009-11-07T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:35:57.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emanuel Felix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SvZGFylnbCI/AAAAAAAAALc/EIfvf3bNi7M/s1600-h/Emanuel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SvZGFylnbCI/AAAAAAAAALc/EIfvf3bNi7M/s320/Emanuel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The few memories that I still have of &lt;a href="http://www.portaldaliteratura.com/autores.php?autor=32"&gt;Emanuel Felix&lt;/a&gt; are mainly from my childhood and although every time I went back to the island, I tried to get in touch, it was always hard to find him. We would see each other at Rua da Se,the Market Place or even at the airport, but always in a rush. He was either traveling to Paris or to a meeting with a colleague and we always promised each other that "next time" we would spend some time together. In 2001, I finally had the pleasure of his company, together with his wife, his son, his grand-son and my sister. We had coffee and cake at his place where he told us all about his trips to Saint George's Island as well as to California and read us some of his poems. This was the last time we were together.&lt;br /&gt;February 14, 2004, on my father's birthday, he passed away due to diabetes complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His published work follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="obras"&gt;&lt;a class="livrobtn" href="http://www.portaldaliteratura.com/livros.php?livro=471"&gt;A Palavra O Açoite (1957)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="livrobtn" href="http://www.portaldaliteratura.com/livros.php?livro=469"&gt;Vendedor De Bichos (1965&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="livrobtn" href="http://www.portaldaliteratura.com/livros.php?livro=469"&gt;)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="livrobtn" href="http://www.portaldaliteratura.com/livros.php?livro=470"&gt;Angra No Último Quartel Do Século XVI (1967)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="livrobtn" href="http://www.portaldaliteratura.com/livros.php?livro=476"&gt;O Instante Suspenso (1982)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="livrobtn" href="http://www.portaldaliteratura.com/livros.php?livro=472"&gt;A Viagem Possível (1984)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="livrobtn" href="http://www.portaldaliteratura.com/livros.php?livro=473"&gt;Seis Nomes De Mulher (1985)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="livrobtn" href="http://www.portaldaliteratura.com/livros.php?livro=474"&gt;António Dacosta - Esboço De Um Roteiro Sentimental (1988)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="livrobtn" href="http://www.portaldaliteratura.com/livros.php?livro=475"&gt;Conceito E Dinâmica Do Património Cultural (1989)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="livrobtn" href="http://www.portaldaliteratura.com/livros.php?livro=477"&gt;A Viagem Possível (1993)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="livrobtn" href="http://www.portaldaliteratura.com/livros.php?livro=478"&gt;Os Trincos Da Memória (1994)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="livrobtn" href="http://www.portaldaliteratura.com/livros.php?livro=479"&gt;Habitação Das Chuvas (1997)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rest in Peace....&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="border: medium none; color: transparent; overflow: hidden; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rest in Peace....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-816777445867064661?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/816777445867064661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/11/emanuel-felix.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/816777445867064661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/816777445867064661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/11/emanuel-felix.html' title='Emanuel Felix'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SvZGFylnbCI/AAAAAAAAALc/EIfvf3bNi7M/s72-c/Emanuel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-8157678187099419085</id><published>2009-11-03T22:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:15:29.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter is upon us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SvEoruErD6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/xPuCJ9NVggA/s1600-h/winter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SvEoruErD6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/xPuCJ9NVggA/s320/winter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400142159761051554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;Every winter,&lt;br /&gt;When the great sun has turned his face away,&lt;br /&gt;The earth goes down into a vale of grief,&lt;br /&gt;And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay -&lt;br /&gt;Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.&lt;br /&gt;~Charles Kingsley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-8157678187099419085?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/8157678187099419085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/11/winter-is-upon-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/8157678187099419085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/8157678187099419085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/11/winter-is-upon-us.html' title='Winter is upon us'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SvEoruErD6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/xPuCJ9NVggA/s72-c/winter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-1129425592458543856</id><published>2009-10-29T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T16:46:24.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>H1N1 Flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Suon1EwYUAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NosrcxcJaQs/s1600-h/h1n1-flu-virus-symptoms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Suon1EwYUAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NosrcxcJaQs/s320/h1n1-flu-virus-symptoms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398170896120172546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never was the World as divided as it is now regarding a subject that is so crucial to everybody as the H1N1 Flu Virus. Public Health Agency of Canada came up with a pretty neat &lt;a href="http://www.fightflu.ca/"&gt;brochure&lt;/a&gt;, giving us instructions how to protect ourselves as well as our families.&lt;br /&gt;The big controversy is the flu shot, that has the population divided in two groups; in favor and against.&lt;br /&gt;I, personally, try to stay away from any flu shots, whatever type of influenza it is. All I have to say in my defense is that the further away I am from doctors offices, hospitals and walk-in-clinics, the healthier I feel. So why not keep it up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-1129425592458543856?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/1129425592458543856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/10/never-was-world-as-divided-as-it-is-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/1129425592458543856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/1129425592458543856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/10/never-was-world-as-divided-as-it-is-now.html' title='H1N1 Flu'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Suon1EwYUAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NosrcxcJaQs/s72-c/h1n1-flu-virus-symptoms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-1494272168229991169</id><published>2009-10-26T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:29:19.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Les Coquettes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SuZJz1mOpeI/AAAAAAAAAKk/1HokgKBnqIA/s1600-h/Les+Coquettes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SuZJz1mOpeI/AAAAAAAAAKk/1HokgKBnqIA/s320/Les+Coquettes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397082358359696866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I  was invited to attend Sunday's show, I was a little apprehensive about it. Go to a burlesque show? Who, me? Although, through one of my past life regressions, I have seen myself on stage with someone that is very close to me, as happy as I could be, being part of the troupes, I still was not 100% comfortable with the idea of going to a burlesque show.&lt;br /&gt;In my mind it was something that was not well accepted by society. Could it be some old feelings from that past life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that by the time the show began, I had already forgotten about all those old feelings and was enjoying myself very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lescoquettes.com/"&gt;Les Coquettes&lt;/a&gt; show is done in very good taste, smart, funny and sexy. But isn't it what &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burlesque#Etymology_and_early_history"&gt;BURLESQUE&lt;/a&gt; is all about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-1494272168229991169?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/1494272168229991169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/10/les-coquettes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/1494272168229991169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/1494272168229991169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/10/les-coquettes.html' title='Les Coquettes'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SuZJz1mOpeI/AAAAAAAAAKk/1HokgKBnqIA/s72-c/Les+Coquettes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-8464822385821651602</id><published>2009-10-22T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T07:32:10.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SuMPhC3jmnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/xwc2YiK0hGA/s1600-h/Autumn_fairy_by_Ironshod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SuMPhC3jmnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/xwc2YiK0hGA/s320/Autumn_fairy_by_Ironshod.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396173838899976818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4 align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;"For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together.  &lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;-   Edwin Way Teale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-8464822385821651602?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/8464822385821651602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/10/autumn.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/8464822385821651602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/8464822385821651602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/10/autumn.html' title='Autumn....'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SuMPhC3jmnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/xwc2YiK0hGA/s72-c/Autumn_fairy_by_Ironshod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-4213411061323012694</id><published>2009-10-19T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T03:49:45.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sleeve Police</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/St0m1Js2wZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/xl2Tea89898/s1600-h/sneezing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/St0m1Js2wZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/xl2Tea89898/s320/sneezing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394510623238701458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself very lucky not having to use the public transportation daily. Once in a while I have no other choice but take the subway to and from work. Today it was one of those days!&lt;br /&gt;With a lot of people getting under the weather this time of year, the local news come up with ways to prevent the spread of any sickness, specially the H1N1 flue:&lt;br /&gt;- Washing the hands thoroughly&lt;br /&gt;- Using &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Purell&lt;/span&gt; or any other alcohol compound after any contact with another human&lt;br /&gt;- Sneezing into the sleeve instead of the hand&lt;br /&gt;As I was riding the subway and looking at all the population of Toronto, traveling during rush hour, made me realize that it's hard to break some old habits, specially the sneezing habits.&lt;br /&gt;I think that we are going to need the "Sleeve Police" to patrol the subways and ticket those that still insist on sneezing anywhere but on their sleeves. What about using the old handkerchief?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-4213411061323012694?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/4213411061323012694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/10/sleeve-police.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/4213411061323012694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/4213411061323012694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/10/sleeve-police.html' title='The Sleeve Police'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/St0m1Js2wZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/xl2Tea89898/s72-c/sneezing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-4456023178818954924</id><published>2009-10-16T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T08:16:28.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's block</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/StlIYLe3gYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ts3nYj5uhrA/s1600-h/award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/StlIYLe3gYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ts3nYj5uhrA/s320/award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393421608989196674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank&lt;a href="http://searchingtheinnerme.blogspot.com/"&gt; the Seeker&lt;/a&gt; for the vote of confidence in me, although I am going through some"writer's block".&lt;br /&gt;It's so funny that every time I used to hear the expression, I thought that it was just an excuse used by the writer, and I would question myself how it was possible for a writer to run out of words.&lt;br /&gt;The fact is that it's more than words that go into a text, it's also feelings and sometimes it's hard to match the words with the feelings....&lt;br /&gt;So, I apologize to my fan club and thank the Seeker for pushing me into the direction that I love so much, but at this time I'm going through "writer's block"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-4456023178818954924?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/4456023178818954924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/10/writers-block.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/4456023178818954924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/4456023178818954924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/10/writers-block.html' title='Writer&apos;s block'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/StlIYLe3gYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ts3nYj5uhrA/s72-c/award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-7383013588411691316</id><published>2009-09-01T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:43:43.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Heart Blog Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Sp3OEsK_F3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/Tpla7cFpbBk/s1600-h/premiocoraodeouro001a1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 169px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Sp3OEsK_F3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/Tpla7cFpbBk/s320/premiocoraodeouro001a1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376680110122276722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to thank &lt;a href="http://searchingtheinnerme.blogspot.com"&gt;The Seeker&lt;/a&gt; for including my "Blog" in such a high level of bloggers to whom she has passed this gorgeous award.&lt;br /&gt;It's an honor to be the recipient of such award.&lt;br /&gt;God bless you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-7383013588411691316?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/7383013588411691316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/09/golden-heart-blog-award.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/7383013588411691316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/7383013588411691316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/09/golden-heart-blog-award.html' title='Golden Heart Blog Award'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Sp3OEsK_F3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/Tpla7cFpbBk/s72-c/premiocoraodeouro001a1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-365627452232087171</id><published>2009-08-03T02:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T03:09:47.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Bullfight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Sna2Z2SvUuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/K_2HwHCt4so/s1600-h/DSC00519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Sna2Z2SvUuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/K_2HwHCt4so/s320/DSC00519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365676561245623010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullfights are part of our tradition here in the islands, mainly the one that I am from, Terceira.&lt;br /&gt;I remember clearly the times that I went to the bullfights with my parents and sister as well as the times that I went with my father, just the two of us,when my sister was a baby. Every time we come to the island, my husband and I, we always go to at least one bullfight.&lt;br /&gt;Since the day that we arrived at the island and I found out the date of the first bullfight, I started looking for company to go. I knew that my sister and my daughter would be upset with me, they are big defenders of the animal rights, so I asked my husband to go with me, I also know that he is a big defender of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; rights and he is bigger than them...if in need, he would help me.&lt;br /&gt;We got the best seats and got ourselves prepared with our cameras to capture the best angles of the show....I was so happy!&lt;br /&gt;But to this moment I am trying to understand what happened there... the minute the show started I also started to feel sick...and I couldn't watch the punishment that was being given to both animals, bull and horse and all I wanted was to get out of there.... All my happiness was changing into sadness and I even had tear in my eyes.... I love to see th bulls in their habitat, but I don't think that I will be able to go back to watch the show....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-365627452232087171?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/365627452232087171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-last-bullfight.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/365627452232087171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/365627452232087171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-last-bullfight.html' title='My Last Bullfight?'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Sna2Z2SvUuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/K_2HwHCt4so/s72-c/DSC00519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-4549563436041474151</id><published>2009-07-30T13:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:53:31.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The ritual of the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SnIBYTohUdI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/N0Gmid0Q5Tw/s1600-h/DSC03234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SnIBYTohUdI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/N0Gmid0Q5Tw/s320/DSC03234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364351623250399698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been lucky enough to be able to return to my home town almost every year and that way keep myself in touch with my roots, family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Located in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, half way between Europe and North America, these gorgeous group of islands called the &lt;a href="http://www.azores.com/"&gt;Azores&lt;/a&gt;  have the ability to offer us the four seasons in one day.&lt;br /&gt;Because of that ability, every time we want to go swimming, we need to find out what side of the island offers the "summer season" with sunshine and enough heat to give us a nice tan.&lt;br /&gt;If where we are is cloudy, it means that the sun is shining somewhere else, we just need to know where...&lt;br /&gt;-We go to the front door to check which side of the island is less cloudy&lt;br /&gt;-We go to the backyard to check the same&lt;br /&gt;-We call a friend that lives at the other side of the island&lt;br /&gt;-We go back to the front and than to the backyard and check the skies&lt;br /&gt;-If by any chance we see the top of the Pico Island than it means trouble - rain for the next three days (forget about swimming)&lt;br /&gt;-We call another friend that lives in another area&lt;br /&gt;-Finally we just hop into the car and go chasing the sun, from one beach to the next until we find the SUN, which usually takes about one hour&lt;br /&gt;In the evening when we meet our friends, the conversation usually starts by finding out where each one of us went swimming and how warm it was!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-4549563436041474151?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/4549563436041474151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/07/ritual-of-sun.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/4549563436041474151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/4549563436041474151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/07/ritual-of-sun.html' title='The ritual of the sun'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SnIBYTohUdI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/N0Gmid0Q5Tw/s72-c/DSC03234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-7550713823739742413</id><published>2009-06-21T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T08:17:39.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY FATHER'S DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Sj4TsatFBbI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4HY-kxz8ZF0/s1600-h/father+and+daugher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Sj4TsatFBbI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4HY-kxz8ZF0/s320/father+and+daugher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349735061166294450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of "good times" I always feel the presence of my Father in them. During past lives regression therapy, we go through earlier stages of the present life, mainly happy moments, to help us do the transition to the other lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go back to my childhood I always remember coming home from Church with my Father. I was about 7 years old, my sister was a baby and  she was not allowed to go to church at that age (babies made too much noise and would distract the old ladies). As so, my Mother had to stay home to babysit her, while we went to Church together. We always came back from Church through the public garden, just the two of us, talking and laughing, hand on hand, knowing that while we were in church, my Mother had prepared a nice lunch and that the four of us would be sharing that meal the moment we walked through the door.&lt;br /&gt;We have shared a lot of happy moments around the table, sharing the food that my Mother always prepared, just for the four of us...the five of us...the six of us and so on... as our small family grew.&lt;br /&gt;Now a days, when my family is sharing a meal, I still feel my Father's presence and his name is often mentioned through out the meal by my husband or my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Father's Day &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/3649099128941972520-7550713823739742413?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/7550713823739742413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/7550713823739742413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/7550713823739742413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='HAPPY FATHER&apos;S DAY'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Sj4TsatFBbI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4HY-kxz8ZF0/s72-c/father+and+daugher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-2880355724646179462</id><published>2009-06-06T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T14:16:36.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY SON!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/ShkaW4rRR2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Mj2QUmb2cPQ/s1600-h/will+birthday.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/ShkaW4rRR2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Mj2QUmb2cPQ/s320/will+birthday.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339327813697750882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE 6TH, 1977 a bundle of joy was born!&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you for all the Joy that you have brought into our lives and tell you that no matter how old you are, you are always that same bundle of joy and happiness to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE &amp;amp; HAPPINESS &lt;/span&gt;in the world!&lt;br /&gt;You deserve it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-2880355724646179462?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/2880355724646179462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-my-son.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/2880355724646179462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/2880355724646179462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-my-son.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY SON!'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/ShkaW4rRR2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Mj2QUmb2cPQ/s72-c/will+birthday.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-1241374826105784884</id><published>2009-06-01T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:46:29.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valued Follower Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SiSqgXqqKvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/eLrOtfYp-60/s1600-h/valuedfolloweraward%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SiSqgXqqKvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/eLrOtfYp-60/s320/valuedfolloweraward%5B3%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342582531053726450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you &lt;a href="http://searchingtheinnerme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Seeker&lt;/a&gt; for sharing with me this lovely award that you have received from your friend Sallymandy from &lt;a href="http://thebluekimono.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;the blue kimono&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will treasure it forever!&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Here’s the text that comes with it:&lt;/p&gt;“This award is given especially to these readers. Your visits and comments make me happy to be a blogger. I learn from you, your comments, and your blogs more than I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Voltaire, ‘Appreciation is a wonderful thing: it makes what is excellent in others belong to us as well.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS A MILLION!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-1241374826105784884?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/1241374826105784884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/06/valued-follower-award.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/1241374826105784884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/1241374826105784884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/06/valued-follower-award.html' title='Valued Follower Award'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SiSqgXqqKvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/eLrOtfYp-60/s72-c/valuedfolloweraward%5B3%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-6452875325894517243</id><published>2009-05-25T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:17:39.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SWEETHEART!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/ShkXMdXB7PI/AAAAAAAAAIs/GtXE3Nob5FA/s1600-h/26+birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/ShkXMdXB7PI/AAAAAAAAAIs/GtXE3Nob5FA/s320/26+birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339324336031526130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my baby's Birthday...&lt;br /&gt;I can not believe that she's turning 26!&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know darling, that no matter how old you are, you are always my BABY and that I will always be there for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE &amp;amp; HAPPINESS&lt;/span&gt; in the world!&lt;br /&gt;You deserve it!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-6452875325894517243?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/6452875325894517243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-sweetheart.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/6452875325894517243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/6452875325894517243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-sweetheart.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SWEETHEART!'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/ShkXMdXB7PI/AAAAAAAAAIs/GtXE3Nob5FA/s72-c/26+birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-4649576494815776293</id><published>2009-05-24T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T04:50:59.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRUELTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/ShkqMRc-B0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/C6qUadeUVZU/s1600-h/nanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/ShkqMRc-B0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/C6qUadeUVZU/s320/nanda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339345223556138818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruelty is generally defined as the intentional and malicious infliction of suffering on another.&lt;br /&gt;It  can be described also as indifference to suffering, and even positive pleasure in inflicting it.&lt;br /&gt;During last week's fashion contest at the Portuguese blog &lt;a href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21875700&amp;amp;postID=4512687062385158738&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://minisaia.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;mini-saia&lt;/a&gt;, in which the readers can send pictures with their looks, so that among them is chosen the "Look of the Week" and latter on the "Look of the Month", that's exactly what I have observed -"Cruelty" as well as  complete disrespect for another reader.&lt;br /&gt;But what has surprised me the most was the fact that the owner of the blog has chosen not to interfere and has allowed the poor behavior displayed  by her followers.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a sample for your perusal: &lt;a href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21875700&amp;amp;postID=4512687062385158738&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;mini-saia&lt;/a&gt;, do you think that this beautiful person deserves any of those comments? I don't!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-4649576494815776293?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/4649576494815776293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/05/cruelty.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/4649576494815776293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/4649576494815776293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/05/cruelty.html' title='CRUELTY'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/ShkqMRc-B0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/C6qUadeUVZU/s72-c/nanda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-2326515287035752430</id><published>2009-05-16T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:29:29.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring has arrived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Sg7X3N1gLEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DLSEGtZtou0/s1600-h/amrobinhdr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Sg7X3N1gLEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DLSEGtZtou0/s320/amrobinhdr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336439952087460930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Spring arrives, our friends "the Robins" also arrive at the backyards.&lt;br /&gt;Every morning before going to work, I make sure that I go to my backyard or if I am short of time that I look through my kitchen window, where I often see them tugging earthworms out of the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Although robins are considered harbingers of spring, many Robins spend the whole winter in their breeding range. But because they spend more time roosting in trees and less time in the yard, we are much less likely to see them. The number of robins present in the northern parts of the range varies each year with the local conditions.&lt;br /&gt;Robins eat different types of food depending on the time of day: more earthworms in the morning and more fruit later in the day. Because the robin forages largely on lawns, it is vulnerable to pesticide poisoning and can be an important indicator of chemical pollution.&lt;br /&gt;Robins are popular birds for their warm orange breast, cheery song, and early appearance at the end of winter.&lt;br /&gt;I love these small animals that bring so much life to our backyards and I often worry when I don't see them in the morning before going to work.&lt;br /&gt;Sharing the same feelings is our cat Pimpao, that loves to chase them around, more like a game than anything else, although we can see his hunting instincts at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-2326515287035752430?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/2326515287035752430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/05/spring.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/2326515287035752430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/2326515287035752430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/05/spring.html' title='Spring has arrived!'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Sg7X3N1gLEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DLSEGtZtou0/s72-c/amrobinhdr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-7582791427119199590</id><published>2009-05-04T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T14:16:49.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Scr7Ibt6N2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/zeJlLOdZmZ0/s1600-h/Picture+2459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Scr7Ibt6N2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/zeJlLOdZmZ0/s320/Picture+2459.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317338432362133346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FROM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF US IN TORONTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MOST BEAUTIFUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER IN THE WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-7582791427119199590?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/7582791427119199590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/7582791427119199590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/7582791427119199590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-mothers-day.html' title='HAPPY MOTHER&apos;S DAY!'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Scr7Ibt6N2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/zeJlLOdZmZ0/s72-c/Picture+2459.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-3696258477973618732</id><published>2009-04-25T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T21:43:58.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Lives Regression</title><content type='html'>The truth is that I am fascinated by the whole concept of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reincarnation&lt;/span&gt; and above all the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Past Lives &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Regression&lt;/span&gt; therapy. As you have read on my post &lt;a href="http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/03/being-follower-of-dr.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;French Soldier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have attended a workshop with Dr Brian Weiss, M.D. and once again the experience has been extremely helpful to understand the reason behind some of my behaviors.&lt;br /&gt;We were a group of about 800 people that could feel the energy in that Conference room coming from Dr Weiss's soft voice. More than half of us were able go back and experience a previous life.&lt;br /&gt;I find it very easy to go back in time and sometimes I question myself if it is just my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;The fact is that it all seemed so real!&lt;br /&gt;This time, I was a nun in a Monastery, I am not sure if we had the vow of silence, but there was not much talking, my room was so small, that the furniture was only one  bed and a lavatory.&lt;br /&gt;I was sad all the time and very lonely and going back to that time, made me understand the reason why I need to be surrounded by life...laughter and joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-3696258477973618732?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/3696258477973618732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/04/truth-is-that-i-am-fascinated-by-whole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/3696258477973618732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/3696258477973618732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/04/truth-is-that-i-am-fascinated-by-whole.html' title='Past Lives Regression'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-8382759030371917290</id><published>2009-04-11T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T02:38:26.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter to all my Family and Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SeBiifmRhsI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0SFUQnv6BOY/s1600-h/easter-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SeBiifmRhsI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0SFUQnv6BOY/s320/easter-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323363104289031874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-8382759030371917290?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/8382759030371917290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-would-like-to-wish-all-my-friends.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/8382759030371917290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/8382759030371917290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-would-like-to-wish-all-my-friends.html' title='Happy Easter to all my Family and Friends'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SeBiifmRhsI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0SFUQnv6BOY/s72-c/easter-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-6362028478153436539</id><published>2009-03-28T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T05:28:27.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRENCH SOLDIER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Sc7BRHYYgpI/AAAAAAAAAHU/QgRN2lJzHYU/s1600-h/french+soldier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 106px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Sc7BRHYYgpI/AAAAAAAAAHU/QgRN2lJzHYU/s320/french+soldier.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318400709754389138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a follower of&lt;a href="http://www.brianweiss.com/"&gt; Dr. Brian Weiss&lt;/a&gt; myself, I am looking forward to the workshop that I am attending this Friday coming up, April3rd/09.&lt;br /&gt;A psychiatrist that, by using hypnosis as a tool to help his patients deal with long forgotten incidents, was astonished when one of his patients began recalling past-life traumas that seemed to hold the key to her recurring nightmares and anxiety attacks.&lt;br /&gt;During a workshop that I have attended last year, with a different instructor, I was able to go back to one of my past lives. I was a 1400 french soldier, and I was dieing on the battlefield together with thousands of other dieing soldiers. The soldiers were asking for help and I felt bad that my suffering was ending, while so many were still staying behind. When I woke up and told the instructor my experience, I was instructed to go back and help all those soles find the light and forgive the killers for what they had done.&lt;br /&gt;At that time I was dealing with some nightmares where  someone very close to me was going to die and I was feeling scared that it would become reality. The truth is that after that workshop the nightmares stopped. I also think that the reason that I hold such a strong feeling for France is because I have been a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; FRENCH SOLDIER&lt;/span&gt; once!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-6362028478153436539?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/6362028478153436539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/03/being-follower-of-dr.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/6362028478153436539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/6362028478153436539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/03/being-follower-of-dr.html' title='FRENCH SOLDIER'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Sc7BRHYYgpI/AAAAAAAAAHU/QgRN2lJzHYU/s72-c/french+soldier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-6438670511479747646</id><published>2009-03-21T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T09:17:55.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>ROM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/ScT5ds-Mm9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/mek_kAxk958/s1600-h/rom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/ScT5ds-Mm9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/mek_kAxk958/s320/rom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315647748887583698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One thing I can not forget is how much fun I use to have during March break!&lt;br /&gt;Before the "High School" years, when my kids needed full supervision, I would take that week off work, to take them places; movies, skating,etc.&lt;br /&gt;As they grew older, we still continue to go places together,whenever we have the opportunity to skip work or school  and we laugh and have fun together, the same way as when they were kids.&lt;br /&gt;The last place we have visited together was the &lt;a href="http://www.rom.on.ca/index.php"&gt;Royal Ontario&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_Ontario_Museum"&gt; Museum.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to see the Ancient Egyptian &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Book of the Dead&lt;/span&gt;, Galleries of Africa: Ancient Egypt, Mysteries of Ancient Ukraine, The Nature of Diamonds exhibit and much more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-6438670511479747646?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/6438670511479747646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/03/rom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/6438670511479747646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/6438670511479747646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/03/rom.html' title='ROM'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/ScT5ds-Mm9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/mek_kAxk958/s72-c/rom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-4836801930320715173</id><published>2009-03-17T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T19:13:39.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Remember .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/ScBXkD0SLGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LoP3c_7DrKI/s1600-h/gingko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/ScBXkD0SLGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LoP3c_7DrKI/s320/gingko.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314343837308693602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I find that it's much easier to forget than to remember... as so, I always say that "I have the ability to forget!" and I move on, laughing and accepting the fact that I am forgetful.&lt;br /&gt;When I go shopping and I forget to buy anything on the list , when asked, I always say that "It was sold out!". My kids know what I mean by that, and often they remind me that I am a candidate to Alzheimer's and I should take care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;During one of my investigations, I came across a natural product named &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ginkgo biloba&lt;/span&gt;, that has the ability to increase the blood circulation to the brain, making it beneficial in all types of dementia, increasing alertness and memory. Ginkgo has been used in traditional medicine to treat circulatory disorders and enhance memory. At first, it seems to be the ideal treatment for the cause, but as with any natural product, we need to get ourselves well informed about the side effects, specially if taking any medication. Please don't forget to consult your family doctor or a health professional to ensure that it is the right product for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-4836801930320715173?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/4836801930320715173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/02/remember.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/4836801930320715173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/4836801930320715173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/02/remember.html' title='Remember .....'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/ScBXkD0SLGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LoP3c_7DrKI/s72-c/gingko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-7328474605433119750</id><published>2009-03-11T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:50:42.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirit'/><title type='text'>An Angel's Touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SbiMF9Orb6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/f2Eg7MwkOBc/s1600-h/_angels_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SbiMF9Orb6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/f2Eg7MwkOBc/s320/_angels_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312149794446864290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; BELIEVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A feather fell to earth today&lt;br /&gt;And touched my&lt;br /&gt;aching heart;&lt;br /&gt;I felt an Angel close to me&lt;br /&gt;With wisdom to impart:&lt;br /&gt;When sadness seems&lt;br /&gt;to overwhelm&lt;br /&gt;And take away the light,&lt;br /&gt;Remember that the&lt;br /&gt;sun will rise&lt;br /&gt;As morning follows night.&lt;br /&gt;Believe that you&lt;br /&gt;can overcome;&lt;br /&gt;Believe that you can win;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Believe that you are in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                      His care&lt;br /&gt;And let the sunshine in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this poem, from the Angel Touch Moments, to my son, to reassure him that I am not his only fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-7328474605433119750?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/7328474605433119750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/03/angels-touch.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/7328474605433119750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/7328474605433119750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/03/angels-touch.html' title='An Angel&apos;s Touch'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SbiMF9Orb6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/f2Eg7MwkOBc/s72-c/_angels_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-6747791017478926203</id><published>2009-03-04T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:22:42.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Jersey Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Sa9n6PcQboI/AAAAAAAAAEE/a2ER-HMjVug/s1600-h/jersey+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Sa9n6PcQboI/AAAAAAAAAEE/a2ER-HMjVug/s320/jersey+boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309576735968226946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my daughter and I, we went to see the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Jersey Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the story of Frankie Valli &amp;amp; the Four Seasons.&lt;br /&gt;We always enjoy when it's live performance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Jersey Boys &lt;/span&gt;tells us the story of how four guys from the Garden State became &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Four_Seasons_%28group%29" target="_blank"&gt;The Four Seasons&lt;/a&gt;, one of the biggest American pop act of the early 1960's.&lt;br /&gt;The musical has the different band members recount their version of the story directly to the audience. This gives the show a documentary style, that when punctuated by musical numbers gets the audience to participate in singing along with the artists. From "Earth Angel" to "Can't Take My Eyes Off You", we were both there singing along with the band.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm the one that was a teenager in the 60's, my daughter was the one that was more in tune with the lyrics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-6747791017478926203?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/6747791017478926203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/03/jersey-boys.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/6747791017478926203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/6747791017478926203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/03/jersey-boys.html' title='Jersey Boys'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Sa9n6PcQboI/AAAAAAAAAEE/a2ER-HMjVug/s72-c/jersey+boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-7062535764915263919</id><published>2009-03-01T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:48:38.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirit'/><title type='text'>COMING BACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Sas6edZskRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CUxOhif0cV4/s1600-h/light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 122px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Sas6edZskRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CUxOhif0cV4/s320/light.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308400880749154578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We choose when we will come into our physical state and when we will leave. We know when we have accomplished what we were sent down here to accomplish... When you have had the time to rest and re-energize your soul, you are allowed to choose your re-entry back into the physical state."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not accidentally or coincidentally are we born into our families. We choose our circumstances and establish a plan for our lives before we are even conceived. Our plan is aided by the loving spiritual beings who eventually guide and protect us while we are in our physical bodies as our life's plan unfolds. Destiny is another name for the unfolding dramas we have already chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the book "&lt;/span&gt;Messages from the Masters" by Brian Weiss, M.D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-7062535764915263919?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/7062535764915263919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/03/coming-back.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/7062535764915263919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/7062535764915263919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/03/coming-back.html' title='COMING BACK'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/Sas6edZskRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CUxOhif0cV4/s72-c/light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-616413738570898449</id><published>2009-02-21T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:58:46.315-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Happy Carnival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SaD08MLFZrI/AAAAAAAAADI/uglYuvx7WP0/s1600-h/samba_hgear_gallery__325x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SaD08MLFZrI/AAAAAAAAADI/uglYuvx7WP0/s320/samba_hgear_gallery__325x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305509675939489458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With this image, I want to wish all visitors a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Carnival&lt;/span&gt; with lots and lots of fun.....&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken at Sao Paulo's Sambadrome during Perola Negra School of Samba's parade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-616413738570898449?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/616413738570898449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-carnival.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/616413738570898449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/616413738570898449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-carnival.html' title='Happy Carnival'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SaD08MLFZrI/AAAAAAAAADI/uglYuvx7WP0/s72-c/samba_hgear_gallery__325x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-901655660070612282</id><published>2009-02-17T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:59:27.611-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body'/><title type='text'>My Favorite Fruit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZt2WZqN10I/AAAAAAAAAC4/d5aken_-S2Y/s1600-h/Citrus_paradisi_%28Grapefruit,_pink%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZt2WZqN10I/AAAAAAAAAC4/d5aken_-S2Y/s320/Citrus_paradisi_%28Grapefruit,_pink%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303963113376044866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you ask anyone that knows me, what's my favorite fruit and they don't say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grapefruit&lt;/span&gt; that means that they don't know me well enough.&lt;br /&gt;From the three types of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grapefruits, &lt;/span&gt;white, pink and ruby, my favorite is the ruby red, right from the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grapefruit&lt;/span&gt; was first noticed on Barbados in 1750 and got that name because it grows in clusters just like grapes.&lt;br /&gt;Besides the fact that I love it's taste, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grapefruit &lt;/span&gt;is low in calories, about 97 calories per fruit and it's rich in vitamin C, flavonoids, potassium and folic acid.&lt;br /&gt;Other benefits from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grapefruit&lt;/span&gt; are, the fact that it's pectin helps to lower cholesterol levels and also helps to normalize hematocrit levels(number of red cells in the blood).&lt;br /&gt;I admit that sometimes I get frustrated when I have to separate the flesh from the white membrane to make my salads, but it's well worth going through that process.&lt;br /&gt;For the last 5 years, my |Christmas Eve fruit salad is made out of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grapefruit&lt;/span&gt;s, grapes, oranges, pomegranate and my favorite liquor. Does anyone know the name of my favorite liquor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-901655660070612282?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/901655660070612282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-favorite-fruit_17.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/901655660070612282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/901655660070612282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-favorite-fruit_17.html' title='My Favorite Fruit'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZt2WZqN10I/AAAAAAAAAC4/d5aken_-S2Y/s72-c/Citrus_paradisi_%28Grapefruit,_pink%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-5373787625459784292</id><published>2009-02-14T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:00:10.225-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>BONNE ST. VALENTIN !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZbVDUfeR9I/AAAAAAAAACo/BQ0JF003E-o/s1600-h/ST+VALENTIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZbVDUfeR9I/AAAAAAAAACo/BQ0JF003E-o/s320/ST+VALENTIN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302659864292378578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nothing could express better the way I'm feeling than the above image!&lt;br /&gt;I have been under the weather for the last couple of days and I have to save all the fun for another day. For now I'll stay with chicken soup and my cold medicine.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy all you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-5373787625459784292?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/5373787625459784292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/02/bonne-st-valentin.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/5373787625459784292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/5373787625459784292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/02/bonne-st-valentin.html' title='BONNE ST. VALENTIN !'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZbVDUfeR9I/AAAAAAAAACo/BQ0JF003E-o/s72-c/ST+VALENTIN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-6282200024333769629</id><published>2009-02-10T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:00:41.860-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Friends are like balloons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZIvQdU7DII/AAAAAAAAABw/pbTKGzbZGow/s1600-h/balloons-color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZIvQdU7DII/AAAAAAAAABw/pbTKGzbZGow/s320/balloons-color.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301351671165291650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to share a poem that my husband sent me to work, when I was feeling a little down. The author is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short to wake up with regrets.&lt;br /&gt;Love the people who treat you right.&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the ones who don't.&lt;br /&gt;Believe everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands.&lt;br /&gt;If it changes your life, let it.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said life would be easy.&lt;br /&gt;They just promised it would be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are like balloons.&lt;br /&gt;Once you let them go, you can't get them back.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna tie you to my heart so I never lose you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-6282200024333769629?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/6282200024333769629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/02/friends-are-like-balloons.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/6282200024333769629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/6282200024333769629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/02/friends-are-like-balloons.html' title='Friends are like balloons'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZIvQdU7DII/AAAAAAAAABw/pbTKGzbZGow/s72-c/balloons-color.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-7991973122293579015</id><published>2009-02-09T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:01:14.444-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirit'/><title type='text'>Serenity Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDjs7AtvYI/AAAAAAAAABg/fvHXsfUr-38/s1600-h/Frangipani+Flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDjs7AtvYI/AAAAAAAAABg/fvHXsfUr-38/s320/Frangipani+Flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300987122309512578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;God grant me the Serenity to accept the things&lt;br /&gt;I cannot change,&lt;br /&gt;Courage to change the things I can,&lt;br /&gt;and the Wisdom to know the difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-7991973122293579015?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/7991973122293579015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/02/serenity-prayer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/7991973122293579015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/7991973122293579015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/02/serenity-prayer.html' title='Serenity Prayer'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDjs7AtvYI/AAAAAAAAABg/fvHXsfUr-38/s72-c/Frangipani+Flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-3225521199156628192</id><published>2009-02-08T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:04:45.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirit'/><title type='text'>THE PREPARATIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SY-3XnyFzUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4Zn4RtMvTmQ/s1600-h/Waterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SY-3XnyFzUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4Zn4RtMvTmQ/s320/Waterfall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300656902882315586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is the birth of my Blog, I felt compelled to start with an extract of a poem from the metaphysical poet Thomas Traherne, who died in 1674 and was able to remember his pre-existence.&lt;br /&gt;In "The Preparative" he describes the time in his mother's womb and then he recalls his consciousness of pre-existence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before I knew this hands were mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or that my sinews did my Members join...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A House I knew not, newly cloath'd with skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then was my Soul my only All to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A living endless Eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scarce bounded with the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whose Power and Act and Essence was to see;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was an inward sphere of Light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-3225521199156628192?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/3225521199156628192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/02/preparative.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/3225521199156628192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/3225521199156628192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/02/preparative.html' title='THE PREPARATIVE'/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SY-3XnyFzUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4Zn4RtMvTmQ/s72-c/Waterfall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649099128941972520.post-2992608930228583643</id><published>2009-02-06T18:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:04:29.826-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS BLOG IS UNDER CONSTRUCTION&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649099128941972520-2992608930228583643?l=bodmindspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/2992608930228583643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-blog-is-under-construction.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/2992608930228583643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3649099128941972520/posts/default/2992608930228583643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodmindspirit.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-blog-is-under-construction.html' title=''/><author><name>CAMISOLA PRETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241055385029778898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W34w0TAjafA/SZDbmL0AXLI/AAAAAAAAABI/y7PyI1AC09o/S220/DSC00820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
