<?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-4975562490282242484</id><updated>2012-01-19T17:43:54.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Arty Heart</title><subtitle type='html'>From the heart of a soulful artist...born2bbold.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-6887613180046450553</id><published>2012-01-18T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T17:18:17.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Eager Heart</title><content type='html'>My eager heart fell again...&lt;br /&gt;Like it had never had pain;&lt;br /&gt;Never been broken.&lt;br /&gt;Why so soon?&lt;br /&gt;Why so quickly?&lt;br /&gt;The heart feels no fear!&lt;br /&gt;Ever ready to love...&lt;br /&gt;Remaining open; remaining pure.&lt;br /&gt;There I go again,&lt;br /&gt;Fluttering to the love theme...&lt;br /&gt;Til the day my love will be requited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-6887613180046450553?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6887613180046450553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=6887613180046450553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/6887613180046450553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/6887613180046450553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-eager-heart.html' title='My Eager Heart'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-7964557638910497966</id><published>2012-01-18T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T17:23:17.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose buds</title><content type='html'>Petalled, gently, silent touches caress the skin.&lt;br /&gt;Speak it, relay it, play it, spend the day inside it.&lt;br /&gt;What of it? Blooming stars gaze - speak the unspoken word.&lt;br /&gt;Soul free - free the soul, live it, your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actors mock, there's not much talk - speak it still.&lt;br /&gt;Lay awake for it, petalled down, keeping it free.&lt;br /&gt;Blabbering woman or sensitive soul?&lt;br /&gt;Growth belongs to us, to this day - let it be ours.&lt;br /&gt;There is a depth amongst you, keep it real.&lt;br /&gt;Misunderstood yet still - never to become more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petalled still, gently spoken, let the trees bloom with roses!&lt;br /&gt;Cherried blossoms, lost amongst them, their pretty smell.&lt;br /&gt;Keep the silence, speak the real thoughts - flowering gardens.&lt;br /&gt;Forget the pretense, no matter how intense - have sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose buds blossom into flowers, beautfiful, pretty ladies.&lt;br /&gt;Their days are numbered, so are yours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-7964557638910497966?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7964557638910497966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=7964557638910497966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/7964557638910497966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/7964557638910497966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2012/01/rose-buds.html' title='Rose buds'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-545452840549117668</id><published>2012-01-18T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T23:36:08.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devastating</title><content type='html'>Devastating - realising the real you,&lt;br /&gt;After all that's been said and done...&lt;br /&gt;You've won.&lt;br /&gt;Or so it seems; the battle, not the war!&lt;br /&gt;What are you fighting for? The real deal?&lt;br /&gt;Or your own ambition?&lt;br /&gt;Did your heart get lost in the process?&lt;br /&gt;I think so! I know so!&lt;br /&gt;The heart doesn't care for ambition,&lt;br /&gt;Silly rules or selfish needs!&lt;br /&gt;The heart loves, gives, soars, expresses endless beauty.&lt;br /&gt;The art of the heart is love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-545452840549117668?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/545452840549117668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=545452840549117668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/545452840549117668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/545452840549117668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2012/01/devastating.html' title='Devastating'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-7845951460104511328</id><published>2011-12-18T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T13:46:37.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you're going to be anything...</title><content type='html'>Be an Inspiration... &lt;br /&gt;A trail blazer&lt;br /&gt;A pioneer&lt;br /&gt;Do it without hestitation&lt;br /&gt;Though it will be hard&lt;br /&gt;Though they may hate you&lt;br /&gt;Be it, for if not you - &lt;br /&gt;Then who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-7845951460104511328?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7845951460104511328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=7845951460104511328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/7845951460104511328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/7845951460104511328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-youre-going-to-be-anything.html' title='If you&apos;re going to be anything...'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-2586384884133335268</id><published>2011-12-18T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T17:29:15.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful messages from friends along the road...</title><content type='html'>"Sunnyside is slightly less sunny without you and your verve, energy and yet thoughtful clamness. Wishing you people that welcome you, appreciate you and inspire you too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have the courage to make decisions others can only dream about...you are a born leader. You are an inspiration to many and an unbelievable amazing and kick ass friend to me. You give 100% in everything you do. The Lisa I know always wants to challenge herself and get the most out of life. Your shoes say "No fear" - your head says bring it on. I'm going to miss you, the tea, the oversized coloured cups, the Lisa on the bike never stopping, the Lisa who took off my door, painted the room and built the wardrobe, the painter, circuit champion and Taekwondo dancer yet there is a big bold world out there that needs Lisa and it's yours for the taking!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lisa, genius ninja and lovely free-spirit, the world is a brighter and better place for you being in it. All the best on your travels, I know that good things will come to you. Hope you're back this way at some point in the great unknown future. Will miss you like crazy! Homeslice!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Lisa - thank-you so much for all your wonderful help and inspiration! People like you are rare. Keep your enthusiasm, talent and smile up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"as Ali himself might say, you the greatest - the double greatest even! I've had a brilliant trip and got to see what a good friend you are to me and others, all the time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"keep spreading the joy Lisa and help us all come alive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're so friendly and crazy, we could share so much time with a laugh. I love your character. I was glad that you were trying to listen to what I said. Thank-you for trying to understand carefully. Your painting makes everybody happy - never stop painting!! Wishes you all the best with lots of love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thought I would give you this small gift as a token to thank you so much for your wonderful gift to me - your total trust and friendship and for being the lovely person you are; a funny - little, gorgeous, little Irish - talkin', rapid-fire sweet-talker of a woman...who blew me away from day one! You are a very precious individual...the world is a much better place for having people like you within it..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will miss you so much. Thank-you for always being a true friend. To know you is to love you, you truly bring joy to the world."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-2586384884133335268?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2586384884133335268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=2586384884133335268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/2586384884133335268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/2586384884133335268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2011/12/beautiful-message-from-my-friends.html' title='Beautiful messages from friends along the road...'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-2025932741115517436</id><published>2011-12-18T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T17:43:54.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She'll be that Girl</title><content type='html'>That walks alone&lt;br /&gt;That Speaks the truth&lt;br /&gt;That tells it so&lt;br /&gt;She'll be that Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separated forever in heart-knowing&lt;br /&gt;Ahead of the pack&lt;br /&gt;A leader, a pioneer&lt;br /&gt;She'll be that Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That stands alone&lt;br /&gt;Misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;Infinite wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Many past lives&lt;br /&gt;She'll be that Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colourful they say&lt;br /&gt;But why so different?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't she be like the rest of us?&lt;br /&gt;An outcast&lt;br /&gt;She'll be that Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That hurts just like everyone else&lt;br /&gt;Feeling pain more intensely at times&lt;br /&gt;Everything intensely&lt;br /&gt;She'll be that Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;Harsh, hard, painful lessons&lt;br /&gt;Heart-breaking&lt;br /&gt;Generousity beyond words&lt;br /&gt;Strong vulnerability&lt;br /&gt;She'll be that Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting longer, stooping lower&lt;br /&gt;Raising higher&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual journey - the divine quest&lt;br /&gt;Simple living, living with the basics&lt;br /&gt;She'll be that Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life without regrets&lt;br /&gt;reaching new heights&lt;br /&gt;A spirit like the wind&lt;br /&gt;She'll be that Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An inspiration to all&lt;br /&gt;Answering to divine call&lt;br /&gt;Going with her heart&lt;br /&gt;To the depths of her very soul&lt;br /&gt;She'll be that Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks and stares in wonder and disgust&lt;br /&gt;Questions, assumptions, perceptions&lt;br /&gt;Wrongly accused&lt;br /&gt;She'll be that Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A queen&lt;br /&gt;Regal&lt;br /&gt;Born to lead&lt;br /&gt;She'll be that Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achieving greatness of the soul&lt;br /&gt;Humility&lt;br /&gt;Strength&lt;br /&gt;Courage&lt;br /&gt;She'll be that Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-2025932741115517436?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2025932741115517436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=2025932741115517436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/2025932741115517436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/2025932741115517436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2011/12/shell-be-that-girl.html' title='She&apos;ll be that Girl'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-5376914782360880143</id><published>2011-12-18T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T12:48:42.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness</title><content type='html'>A deep sadness overloads my eyelids&lt;br /&gt;Heavy hearted I move forward...&lt;br /&gt;Alone, no companion to call my own&lt;br /&gt;No friends on the road...&lt;br /&gt;Isolation, desolation, desert land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fertile soil to plant my roots&lt;br /&gt;to blossom beauty&lt;br /&gt;to grow my truth&lt;br /&gt;just misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has the backpacker trail lost its glow?&lt;br /&gt;Was it lost long ago?&lt;br /&gt;Was I ever the backpacker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this just the journey of the soul?&lt;br /&gt;No tick box list!&lt;br /&gt;Just the come and go flow&lt;br /&gt;Still it hurts to live it so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be alone&lt;br /&gt;Misundertood&lt;br /&gt;No friends of truth&lt;br /&gt;No connections true&lt;br /&gt;Just hidden agendas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No service above self&lt;br /&gt;A lost bunch&lt;br /&gt;A room of people yet no connection!&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness remains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-5376914782360880143?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5376914782360880143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=5376914782360880143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/5376914782360880143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/5376914782360880143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2011/12/loneliness.html' title='Loneliness'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-1978792626672689064</id><published>2011-12-16T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T23:00:33.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fierce Spirit</title><content type='html'>Though woren out shoes,&lt;br /&gt;They will not stop me.&lt;br /&gt;With shoddy tools,&lt;br /&gt;They will not stop me.&lt;br /&gt;Less than the best to work with,&lt;br /&gt;It - does - not - stop - me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pocket full of pennies,&lt;br /&gt;A bag of second-hand clothes,&lt;br /&gt;My favourite things stolen,&lt;br /&gt;No place to call home,&lt;br /&gt;It does not, will not detour me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spirit is fierce,&lt;br /&gt;Fierce as a tiger,&lt;br /&gt;Calm as a bear,&lt;br /&gt;Flowing like a fish in familiar water,&lt;br /&gt;My heart is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stillness,&lt;br /&gt;No hunger,&lt;br /&gt;No want for anything,&lt;br /&gt;I have all I need,&lt;br /&gt;This moment is perfect,&lt;br /&gt;Perfect as a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An artist so it seems?&lt;br /&gt;A poet sometimes too!&lt;br /&gt;A traveller in the haze.&lt;br /&gt;A dancer of the spirit,&lt;br /&gt;Moves, movement, effervescent,&lt;br /&gt;Caressing my very soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youthful - forever youthful,&lt;br /&gt;No stress, means youth!&lt;br /&gt;Words flow like water,&lt;br /&gt;The pictures I paint the same.&lt;br /&gt;I have it all,&lt;br /&gt;Yet nothing?&lt;br /&gt;Richness of the soul,&lt;br /&gt;I am consumed by beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Beauty of the soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-1978792626672689064?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1978792626672689064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=1978792626672689064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/1978792626672689064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/1978792626672689064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2011/12/fierce-spirit.html' title='Fierce Spirit'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-5459923495079339335</id><published>2011-12-16T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T22:49:15.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Master Teacher / Oracle Faery</title><content type='html'>Deep Guidance, Hard lessons, Truth unfolding, Inner strength, Wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To teach? That is a priviledge, to know enough and to have experienced enough to teach that is an honour - this is who and what you are - easy eh? Not at all! For to teach of the spirit means endless lessons, hard lessons of the heart - to remain open and loving despite hurts and hardships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who acquire knowledge in their specialist field must continue to do so and this is no different to spirituality. You already know this but sometimes continual growth can be hard - to have to surpass where you have been, to never rest on your laurels - this is strength, this is endurance, this is the life you chose long before time began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starter:&lt;br /&gt;You are on the right path - you are a teacher of life and you are continuously growing and honing your skills so that you remain in beginners mind, never totally aware of your personal wisdom so that you can remain humble enough to pass it on without barriers. This is a positive, beautiful guide. It may be challenging at times but would you really want it to be easy? It's all unfolding beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reverse:&lt;br /&gt;Are you fighting the flow? Asking too many questions? Wanting to much control? let go...life like water works best when it is allowed to flow. You can't teach others if you don't lead by example so go back to the start and embrace beginners mind. It's beautiful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given this beautiful deck of Faery Oracle cards by my dear friend Sherree. There is a blank card in there for to fill in my own personal guide and the Master Teacher / Oracle Faery is what came to me with an image of a Faery sitting on a throne wearing a Scholars hat, pointing ears, heart shaped face. This reading came out on paper after. It's here to remind me on the days I forget of who and what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-5459923495079339335?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5459923495079339335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=5459923495079339335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/5459923495079339335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/5459923495079339335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2011/12/master-teacher-oracle-faery.html' title='Master Teacher / Oracle Faery'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-3050013854142028905</id><published>2011-12-16T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T22:29:23.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind-folded</title><content type='html'>I am walking forward blind-folded because I see the world through my heart and intuition. When we live by our intuitive, passionate hearts we are tested constantly. Sometimes even though we have trusted and lived by trust, the awareness, the knowingness, the ability to be strong in the intuition gets tested by taking away direction (where are we headed?) because we get smarter and closer to the truth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The universe sends out its messages, which we follow, each one rewarded but a final resting place seems elusive, out of sight, like the light at the end of the tunnel or the pot of Gold at the end of the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As rainbow children we follow the rainbow in hope for our own treasures yet we never know when we will find it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But find it we will for it is within us, swirling, jumping impatiently like a child, glowing and growing keeping us alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the blessed blind-folded bunch, we are together as one and our treasures are coming to us, teaming forward, cheering for our trust, for our courage, for the love in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going see all our dreams come true and the rewards will be greater than we could ever imagine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-3050013854142028905?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3050013854142028905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=3050013854142028905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/3050013854142028905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/3050013854142028905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2011/12/blind-folded.html' title='Blind-folded'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-230038459584567431</id><published>2011-12-16T20:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T20:00:04.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stargirl - an inspiring Read</title><content type='html'>Stargirl is true to her name, I couldn't put the book down. I could relate to her huge heart, living the impossible dream, being an outcast yet remaining true to her own beautiful soul. She sees the beauty in others and in her own unique way helps them to see it and make it shine. She's not a character, she is very real - these people - star people exist and they exist solely to bring love and joy to our hearts so that we will some day soon learn to do the same through our own beautiful uniqueness. As soon as we learn to see it, as soon as we learn to stop hiding from it we will indeed too shine like stars and be the star people we truly are, peeling back the layers of mud that society has wrapped around us through years of conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Conlan&lt;br /&gt;www.born2bbold.com&lt;br /&gt;http://anartyheart.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-230038459584567431?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/230038459584567431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=230038459584567431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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resistance - tis the joy of being and in this being things unfold in a magical dance - unravelling at it's own speed letting us catch up and figure it all out as we come and go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-1805154970024212762?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1805154970024212762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=1805154970024212762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/1805154970024212762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/1805154970024212762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2011/12/come-and-goflow.html' title='The come and go...Flow'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-2510853777904288798</id><published>2011-12-14T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T23:39:23.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great sadness</title><content type='html'>Great sadness - a time for that.&lt;br /&gt;Letting go of the past,&lt;br /&gt;Surpassing past lives...&lt;br /&gt;Expression of the self in its truest,&lt;br /&gt;Purest form.&lt;br /&gt;Not an easy ride, not an easy time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone, left alone, felt alone.&lt;br /&gt;No love inside, emptied out.&lt;br /&gt;Depression, loss of self.&lt;br /&gt;Questions, no answers - &lt;br /&gt;where have we gone?&lt;br /&gt;So many questions???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go of past achievements -&lt;br /&gt;reluctantly...&lt;br /&gt;Accepting the time and space we are in -&lt;br /&gt;in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Although this moment brings grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A deep sadness,&lt;br /&gt;A sadness that needs to be expressed - &lt;br /&gt;Yet unwillingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yin and Yang,&lt;br /&gt;Both are true,&lt;br /&gt;Both are so,&lt;br /&gt;Both are equal parts of the coin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the sadness so hard to embrace? &lt;br /&gt;Why don't we acknowledge the beauty of both?&lt;br /&gt;Sadness and happiness are one!&lt;br /&gt;Accepting both brings wholeness,&lt;br /&gt;Brings contentment, brings safety,&lt;br /&gt;Brings security...&lt;br /&gt;Letting the journey unfold beautifully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-2510853777904288798?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2510853777904288798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=2510853777904288798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/2510853777904288798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/2510853777904288798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2011/12/great-sadness.html' title='Great sadness'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-2695404074389932489</id><published>2011-12-14T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T01:37:01.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Journey!</title><content type='html'>How beautiful you are...&lt;br /&gt;Shining on my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Shining like a star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come take me away,&lt;br /&gt;Go back to the start...&lt;br /&gt;We are together, just as we are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty unfolding, love in our hearts...&lt;br /&gt;Together we travel, &lt;br /&gt;Unfolding each part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partners for life,&lt;br /&gt;Oh blessed be.&lt;br /&gt;Best friends forever,&lt;br /&gt;Vast as the sea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-2695404074389932489?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2695404074389932489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=2695404074389932489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/2695404074389932489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/2695404074389932489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-journey.html' title='Oh Journey!'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-2863147867302006551</id><published>2011-12-06T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T00:12:19.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacred Soul ( for Lee, Queenstown, NZ)</title><content type='html'>Sacred Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of you - &lt;br /&gt;Your beauty beams forever true!&lt;br /&gt;A sparkling diamond - &lt;br /&gt;So full of love&lt;br /&gt;A gift to the world - &lt;br /&gt;For all of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiate your shining light - &lt;br /&gt;For it shines &amp; shines &amp; shines so bright!&lt;br /&gt;Keep alive that love inside - &lt;br /&gt;Let it grow and sweep and glide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it, protect it and let it flow -&lt;br /&gt;Set the world alive with glow...&lt;br /&gt;Keep believing in Beautiful you - &lt;br /&gt;For love transforms the people too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-2863147867302006551?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2863147867302006551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=2863147867302006551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/2863147867302006551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/2863147867302006551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2011/12/sacred-soul-for-lee-queenstown-nz.html' title='Sacred Soul ( for Lee, Queenstown, NZ)'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-5211110111110573411</id><published>2011-12-06T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T00:07:53.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshua (Dutch Friend, Nomads NZ)</title><content type='html'>A special treat within the world...&lt;br /&gt;You dear Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;Here to bring joy with your smile...&lt;br /&gt;You dear Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;Never hide your bright light,&lt;br /&gt;For it illuminates the earth and radiates&lt;br /&gt;with love...&lt;br /&gt;You dear Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A king among men,&lt;br /&gt;A friend like no other,&lt;br /&gt;A special gift to the world...&lt;br /&gt;You dearest Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-5211110111110573411?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5211110111110573411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=5211110111110573411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/5211110111110573411'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;Never stop learning, growing,&lt;br /&gt;being true to your being...&lt;br /&gt;Let the journey unfold&lt;br /&gt;in the journey of your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-7495283149403104378?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7495283149403104378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=7495283149403104378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/7495283149403104378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/7495283149403104378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-rick-my-dutch-friend.html' title='For Rick (my Dutch friend)'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-5753339532303730966</id><published>2011-12-06T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T00:00:55.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart</title><content type='html'>I yearn for you...&lt;br /&gt;Like a long lost lover...&lt;br /&gt;I wait for you...&lt;br /&gt;To find me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg of you to reach out to me,&lt;br /&gt;Like I have reached for you.&lt;br /&gt;What will it take for you to see me?&lt;br /&gt;For you to make the leap to my heart?&lt;br /&gt;What will it take for you to love me?&lt;br /&gt;Like I am loving you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want for us to be together,&lt;br /&gt;But fate is playing with my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-5753339532303730966?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5753339532303730966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=5753339532303730966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/5753339532303730966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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the light and feel&lt;br /&gt;my gentle touch, holding you, loving you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak your dreams, softly flutter.&lt;br /&gt;Now, always and forever...&lt;br /&gt;With me by your side, &lt;br /&gt;Subtly unknown to you and mankind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-5385535989221590413?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5385535989221590413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=5385535989221590413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/5385535989221590413'/><link rel='self' 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Today I have almost complete the canvas. Jesus and Mary are on either side of the middle guide which I thought was arch angel Michael - all of a sudden I paint a bear on his head and the wings turn into indian feathers - I get American Indian and Eagle Bear. I'm wondering can that be the name of my main guide? Sherree has told me that I will go to canada some day and I'll know when and that the bear is symbolic for me. I just googled Eagle Bear and he was a Reiki master who is from Vancouver Canada - a native American Indian!! Can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some details on these totem animals for rememberance:&lt;br /&gt;Bear: power, healing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bears hibernate in the winter, which may explain their association with "dreaming the Great Spirit" or retrospection. The symbolism of the Bear's cave reflects returning to the womb of Mother Earth. [A Cave is an archetype for the mind - sleep - returning to higher consciousness.] This also suggests a strong feminine aspect, one of nurturing and protection. Bear cubs, born in the early spring, can spend as many as seven years with their mother before reaching maturity. People with Bear Medicine are considered by many as self-sufficient, and would rather stand on their own two feet than rely on others. They are often considered dreamers. Many have developed the skill of visualizing new things, but as a result can get caught up in the dreaming, making little progress in waking reality. Bear's medicine includes introspection, healing, solitude, wisdom, change, communication with Spirit, death and rebirth, transformation, astral travel, creature of dreams, shamans and mystics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eagle: divine Spirit and connection to creator &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eagle feathers are used all over the world as ceremonial instruments and are considered to be the most sacred healing tools. They are a symbol of power, healing and wisdom. Eagle represents a state of grace that is reached through inner work, understanding and passing the initiation tests that result from reclaiming our personal power. Eagle Medicine is the Power of the Great Spirit. It is the spirit of tenacity. It is the gift of clear vision with which one can truly see the things one sees. It is the patience to wait for the appropriate moment. It is to live in balance with heaven and Earth. Eagle reminds you of your connection with the Great Spirit. It tells you that the universe is giving you the opportunity to fly above your life's worldly levels, or above the shadow of past realities. Eagle teaches you to look above in order to touch Grandfather Sun with your heart, to love the Shadow as much as the Light. Eagle asks you to grant yourself permission to be free in order to reach the joy that your heart desires.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-7665439106680528130?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7665439106680528130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=7665439106680528130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/7665439106680528130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/7665439106680528130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/eagle-bear.html' title='Eagle Bear'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-5289994044117921273</id><published>2011-10-21T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T08:46:19.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home to my Soul</title><content type='html'>I've come home to my soul&lt;br /&gt;Sitting softly in the ouskirts of my mind...&lt;br /&gt;Gently tumbling, twirling, curling and &lt;br /&gt;softly, softly, softly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrive, beautifully, limitedlessly, purely&lt;br /&gt;For you, for me, for them, for God...&lt;br /&gt;For whoever needs it at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open, free to be...me!&lt;br /&gt;I envelope in and out as gently as a flutter&lt;br /&gt;A butterfly flutter...&lt;br /&gt;Never closed, always open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbows, fairies and heavenly beings by my side &lt;br /&gt;Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-5289994044117921273?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5289994044117921273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=5289994044117921273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/5289994044117921273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/5289994044117921273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/home-to-my-soul.html' title='Home to my Soul'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-9024477771821454802</id><published>2011-10-21T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T08:38:08.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>To love is to be free&lt;br /&gt;To be free is to feel joy&lt;br /&gt;To feel joy is to be whole&lt;br /&gt;To be whole, lets the journey unfold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blossoming beautifully into the light&lt;br /&gt;Where it all began&lt;br /&gt;And will forever remain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-9024477771821454802?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9024477771821454802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=9024477771821454802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/9024477771821454802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/9024477771821454802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-198435589091853216</id><published>2011-10-21T08:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T21:04:13.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Born to be Free</title><content type='html'>I came, I saw, I understood.   I untangled the lies and set about to find myself.  I unlearned what I was told to accept!  I have broken free from the chains that held me down.  I have re-learnt how to live and my heart is full of joy and contentment.  Now I know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born to be free, not to be held down by society or to take on a role that did not portray my true essence.  Society tried to smother my creativity.  Like a bird I need to fly in whatever direction I choose.  There are those who play out their roles to be in high society.  I go beyond normal house rules, by traditions that have been handed down through the generations.  The shackles that have held me back have been broken and set me free to speak my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This truth I behold in my heart from time began.  The truth I searched for and found and now I will foretell the world to release them too.  Love knows no boundaries and goes beyond our normal society.   Be warned for the truth will set you free and break the chains that held you down too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noreen Conlan&lt;br /&gt;www.silentsoulwhisperings.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Written for her daughter Lisa – I love it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-198435589091853216?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/198435589091853216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=198435589091853216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/198435589091853216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/198435589091853216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/born-to-be-free.html' title='Born to be Free'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-6288459731393823126</id><published>2011-10-01T23:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T23:37:07.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yha backpackers – The downstairs mural</title><content type='html'>Energy connects all of us, like beams of light surging through every living thing. These dots represent surges of energy that connect us all. I painted this as an empty vessel allowing the universe to seep in and guide me to create it. When I paint time stands still, I become a mere instrument in the creative process, like the paint or the paintbrush – I lose control and the hand of creation is free to utilise me in whatever way it needs me to communicate. I don’t meditate but something happens when I paint and it’s new and profound to me every time it happens. I learn from the things I create and so it is not my message but the message of the universe. It’s their story of connection, of our connection to each other – an endless, boundless connection that exists between all of us. Deny it if you will but it’s here to stay and will forever be here to teach you every day if you wish to recognise its hand in your journey of universal wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-6288459731393823126?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6288459731393823126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=6288459731393823126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/6288459731393823126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/6288459731393823126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/yha-backpackers-downstairs-mural.html' title='Yha backpackers – The downstairs mural'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-6059785295842319578</id><published>2011-08-05T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T05:14:35.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Knows</title><content type='html'>Met you yesterday, Known forever&lt;br /&gt;The familiar joy, intrinsic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fairie born of rainbow, drawing from its beauty&lt;br /&gt;An Artist by reflection, embellished divine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never missing the moment, clearing the way of others&lt;br /&gt;Healing your, our, their&lt;br /&gt;being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacred Heart feed you sweetly, limitlessly, purely&lt;br /&gt;on soul-friend's delight now, then, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely beautiful poem written for me by Sherree Stevenson (spiritual writer and medium) accompanied with a card which has a quote "the more joy we have, the more nearly perfect we are" Spinoza and inside the card a note: What the world needs - ask what makes you come alive and go do it! Because what the world needs is people who have come alive. Keep spreading the joy Lisa and help us all come alive, Sherree! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a special gift - also given with a rose star what means passionate heart (which I always say I live by) - this could not have been a more perfect gift...I now wear the star every day laced with coloured wool - I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-6059785295842319578?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6059785295842319578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=6059785295842319578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/6059785295842319578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/6059785295842319578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2011/08/forever-knows.html' title='Forever Knows'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-6395969988550635034</id><published>2011-08-01T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T17:36:25.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twin Flames</title><content type='html'>A bond never broken,&lt;br /&gt;Soft words spoken...&lt;br /&gt;A dance in the soul,&lt;br /&gt;Eternity made pure...&lt;br /&gt;Physical manifestation,&lt;br /&gt;Without Hesitation...&lt;br /&gt;Together we soar,&lt;br /&gt;Both now and before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-6395969988550635034?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6395969988550635034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=6395969988550635034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/6395969988550635034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/6395969988550635034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2011/08/twin-flames.html' title='Twin Flames'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-960734959094801905</id><published>2011-07-24T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T20:12:12.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I belong to the wind</title><content type='html'>I belong to the wind, the great open road. &lt;br /&gt;How can one feel fulfilled by the stories untold? &lt;br /&gt;A life of uncertainty, the adventure takes hold. &lt;br /&gt;I belong to the wind, to the great open road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faces and places, stories and rants, &lt;br /&gt;We all belong together in one sweet romance. &lt;br /&gt;The poet, the beggar, the cook and the chef, &lt;br /&gt;We belong to each other for the moments we’ve left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go when called, to speak when urged, &lt;br /&gt;How can I be what you have emerged? &lt;br /&gt;I am yours in this moment, I belong to the world, &lt;br /&gt;These gifts are not mine; our universe gives courage! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk with me, step with me, &lt;br /&gt;And we’ll find a way; &lt;br /&gt;To heal the world from its misery with every new day. &lt;br /&gt;You may not know the answer but it’s lurking on the wind, &lt;br /&gt;And together we’ll find it in the spirit within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-960734959094801905?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-2910315281633102840</id><published>2011-07-23T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T23:30:49.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is...</title><content type='html'>A beautiful song and dance of the soul...&lt;br /&gt;It's joy is there with open arms,&lt;br /&gt;Ready to heal humankind.&lt;br /&gt;There is beauty within when the mist fades!&lt;br /&gt;Life is a magical journey &amp; I'm in love with it,&lt;br /&gt;It gives me new moments of hope each day,&lt;br /&gt;And new friends along the way...&lt;br /&gt;Adventurous spirit, hip, hip, hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-2910315281633102840?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-4836016352698328961</id><published>2011-07-23T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T23:26:45.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatness</title><content type='html'>A thing of today , tomorrow and the future.&lt;br /&gt;Bring forth the joy of living for it has: &lt;br /&gt;Greatness in all it brings,&lt;br /&gt;Open yourself up to the unexpected,&lt;br /&gt;And Envelope in...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-4836016352698328961?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4836016352698328961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=4836016352698328961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/4836016352698328961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/4836016352698328961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/greatness.html' title='Greatness'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-2268332245886040941</id><published>2011-07-12T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T17:46:30.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beloved Embrace</title><content type='html'>A bond made before time,&lt;br /&gt;I am yours and you are mine.&lt;br /&gt;Soft words spoken, a song, a rhyme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful symphony for all to see,&lt;br /&gt;A true love story - you and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful passion, lovers hold tight,&lt;br /&gt;A magical dance, ours is the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-2268332245886040941?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-247491471518518918</id><published>2011-05-15T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T19:50:10.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Significant Books</title><content type='html'>The Celestine Prophecy: James Redfield (www.celestinevision.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm OK, You're OK: Thomas A Harris (no website)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying OK: A B Harris and T A Harris (no website)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Call: Oriah Mountain Dreamer (www.oriahmountaindreamer.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dance: Oriah Mountain Dreamer (www.oriahmountaindreamer.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Power of Now: Eckhart Tolle (www.eckharttolle.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Have or to Be?: Erich Fromm (www.erich-fromm.de)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Road Less Traveled: M. Scott Peck (www.mscottpeck.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further Along the Road Less Traveled: M. Scott Peck (www.mscottpeck.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People of the Lie: M. Scott Peck (www.mscottpeck.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Seat Of The Soul: Gary Zukav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul Obession: Nicky Cruz (http://nickycruz.org)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Alchemist: Paulo Coelho (www.paulocoelho.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All will be Well: Michael Meegan (www.michaelmeegan.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success: Deepak Chopra &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversations with God: Neale Donald Walsch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing with the Devil: David Ashworth (www.davidashworth.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the Fear and Do it Anyway: Susan Jeffers (www.susanjeffers.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shack: William Paul Young (www.theshackbook.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels in my Hair: Lorna Byrne (www.lornabyrne.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Third Jesus: Deepak Chopra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter to My Daughter: Maya Angelou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat, Pray, Love: Elizabeth Gilbert (www.elizabethgilbert.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel Therapy: Doreen Virtue (www.angeltherapy.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archangels 101: Doreen Virtue (www.angeltherapy.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Journey: Brandon Bays (www.thejourney.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Joy of Being: Mark Kumara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stargirl: Jerry Spinelli (www.jerryspinelli.com)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-247491471518518918?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/247491471518518918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=247491471518518918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/247491471518518918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/247491471518518918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2011/05/significant-books.html' title='Significant Books'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-6957395353360165930</id><published>2011-04-27T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T22:10:44.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Attack 27th April 2011</title><content type='html'>I dreamt (it was more like astral travel again only I couldn't project out of my body as I was being held down by a negative spirit) that an evil spirit was sitting on my chest trying to suffocate me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't move - helpless. I couldn't speak.&lt;br /&gt;I just kept praying to God and Jesus. I finally became released from the spirit (after what felt like a long time) and woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-6957395353360165930?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6957395353360165930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=6957395353360165930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/6957395353360165930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/6957395353360165930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/attack-27th-april-2011.html' title='The Attack 27th April 2011'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-1853860130372264794</id><published>2011-04-27T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T21:44:32.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Astral travel 26th April 2011</title><content type='html'>Outer body experience - floating around the hostel room, could touch everything as if it was real. Never experienced this in my life, soft cushions, like reality, another realm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamt I was covering Mark Baldwin completely, hiding &amp; protecting him from marching armies - they couldn't see me. I was completely covering him and we morphed into a wall like I wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamt I was floating freely through realms, heat on my stomach. Tried to wake up several times - couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamt about giving love to Mark, like I was born to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally freaked out - couldn't lift my head up off the pillow. I was lying with my hands on my stomach and solar plexis with my head sideways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was feathery, there were angels involved for sure and I was paralysed in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-1853860130372264794?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1853860130372264794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=1853860130372264794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/1853860130372264794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/1853860130372264794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/astral-travel-26th-april-2011.html' title='Astral travel 26th April 2011'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-5706383180964041233</id><published>2011-04-11T03:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T20:43:25.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Language</title><content type='html'>Time rolls by so quickly and a glance of happiness, only a fleecing moment in time we try to capture that time but time will not stand still.&lt;br /&gt;We are prisoners of time subject to the sufferings and misunderstandings of others.  The neglect fullness of the beauty that surrounds us day by day has no understanding of the misgivings of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet time takes no prisoners past death, it can not stand still and we are at its mercy.  To defeat times’ neglect, we must learn to live in the here and now.  No past, no future only the moment for us to capture its beauty there and then so that we ourselves my have no misgivings but understand the stillness of time of our own making, our soul an inner beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating our time here on earth, respecting our souls and the reality of moving away from the dimensions of time where we will be free to absorb the very essence and intensity of love. Thereby, we can capture our souls and understand its language, for our souls want to speak to us in the quietness and stillness of time.  Our destiny will be foretold, if we have the ability to listen.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What disturbs us will come to the surface where we can channel it to the benefit of ourselves and God, The message of love will be revealed and tell a tale of good fortune bestowed upon us from time began.  The greatness of our soul can reveal what we do not understand in our humanness where the ego takes over and blinds us to our true nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were born the gift of the soul was our most treasured asset, yet we did not understand because of the socialization from society through our parents and the unsaid rules we adapted.  Therefore, we need to relearn what was never spoken through those that surrounded us, who themselves did not understand their own true nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To forgive ourselves is to be forgiven.  Forgiveness then becomes our true nature and we learn to love ourselves and others.  In this way we heal ourselves and bring healing to the world and truly become soldiers for God and prepare for the next world, where time does not exist, forgiveness is not necessary as love absorbs everything and negative thoughts are banished.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the new world, heaven, telepathically every spirit understands their own and others beauty, this is what we need to strive for on earth pre death.  When the ego dies we die to ourselves and rise up with Christ in true existence, understanding our true nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, we only die once and can live in heaven here on earth where the Kingdom of God is allowed to live in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By my wonderful mother Noreen Conlan&lt;br /&gt;http://www.silentsoulwhisperings.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-5706383180964041233?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5706383180964041233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=5706383180964041233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/5706383180964041233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/5706383180964041233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/soul-language.html' title='Soul Language'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-7899123371486641918</id><published>2011-03-08T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T19:28:32.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Love with Living</title><content type='html'>I envelope into the light, I let it consume me, heal me, tempt me, drag me. &lt;br /&gt;I’m at one with myself; I’m walking on a cloud. &lt;br /&gt;Everything is possible. &lt;br /&gt;I’m bursting with life at the seams.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is filled with so much love for everyone and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Joy is everywhere; there are possibilities around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is here and we should grab it with both hands...&lt;br /&gt;Secure and strong yet soft and light, that is how we must live a life.&lt;br /&gt;I’m smiling in my heart with love for people and living. &lt;br /&gt;I’m a wanderer; I’m here and there and here again. &lt;br /&gt;There is no pain - &lt;br /&gt;just gracious wonder for the next step and the next encounter. &lt;br /&gt;For the next stranger who will become a friend.&lt;br /&gt;And the next life changing conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could life be so beautiful? &lt;br /&gt;Beautiful life you lift me up with hope. &lt;br /&gt;I submit to you and go with the wind. &lt;br /&gt;You show me the most beautiful perils of peace that ever existed.&lt;br /&gt;I belong to living. To feeling alive and it belongs to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-7899123371486641918?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7899123371486641918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=7899123371486641918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/7899123371486641918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/7899123371486641918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-love-with-living.html' title='In Love with Living'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-4692954239307235125</id><published>2011-03-07T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T17:17:16.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember</title><content type='html'>Working hard builds character.&lt;br /&gt;Be curious.&lt;br /&gt;Ask lots if questions.&lt;br /&gt;Make friends. &lt;br /&gt;Fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;Make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;Life is about timing,&lt;br /&gt;There is a perfect time!&lt;br /&gt;Let life transform you,&lt;br /&gt;It can be magical.&lt;br /&gt;Smile - you're alive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-4692954239307235125?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4692954239307235125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=4692954239307235125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/4692954239307235125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/4692954239307235125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/remember.html' title='Remember'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-665672806294621148</id><published>2011-03-07T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T14:16:32.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stillness</title><content type='html'>Mellowed! That’s how it feels. A life of wandering stands still. &lt;br /&gt;I look around, my heads in a whirl. Like a small girl spinning in wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Life is so amazing. The world spins round and around and I’m never down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My decisions come. A life aloud, no-one by my side...&lt;br /&gt;The people are my friends – all the people, &lt;br /&gt;the beautiful people from the inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is so at home, I’m alive and elated by life. &lt;br /&gt;By consequence, by being open, by being free, &lt;br /&gt;free to give and to receive love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To open myself up to the stars and not be afraid... &lt;br /&gt;To give endless amounts of myself and still feel whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-665672806294621148?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/665672806294621148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=665672806294621148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/665672806294621148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/665672806294621148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/stillness.html' title='Stillness'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-4378377443966631929</id><published>2010-11-17T16:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T16:09:44.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>Words, moments, the people I have met, the friends I have made, the ones I have lost, the harsh words spoken, those forgiven and forgotten, the mistakes I have made, the ones I have learnt from, the mistakes I keep making, the lessons I have yet to learn, the places I have been, the ones I have yet to visit, the adventures I have made, the times I’ve laughed, the moments I’ve cried, the ache in the pit of my stomach for the dreams I yearn to achieve and the satisfaction of all the targets I’ve met. I am an ever evolving ball of matter, moving, affected by you, by me, by everything I see and do in the world above and below the surface. I’m still learning and yearning, I’m finding out every day the mystery that is me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-4378377443966631929?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4378377443966631929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=4378377443966631929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/4378377443966631929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/4378377443966631929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2010/11/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-4486510114059517196</id><published>2010-11-17T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T16:01:38.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Love</title><content type='html'>Life – a hard thing to get your head around. What does it mean to you? And, what is the significance of your soul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soul means everything. Have you ever had one of those experiences that moved you so much to tears, that when you stopped crying you finally became aware that you were crying and that the walk home was going to be embarrassing but for that split second you were lost in the moment of beauty, lost in a moment of grace, of intimate heart knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life stages&lt;br /&gt;• Childhood&lt;br /&gt;• Adolescence&lt;br /&gt;• Adulthood&lt;br /&gt;• Consciousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us never make it to consciousness – when I talk about this I mean wakened awareness, do as your soul wants and ultimately as God wants. &lt;br /&gt;The things in life that move you to tears and fill your hearts with love are the things that truly make you happy – these are the stuff dreams are made of we say but we seldom reach for. Why can’t you have it all? - The moments that take your breath away. Ultimately it is because you are afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid to do something that does not meet the approval of your parents, your priest, your spouse or even your best friend. What about what makes you truly happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blessed and cursed with the fate dealt to me by my parents. I have a strained relationship with my father. A brick-layer from the age of 15 and still today, at almost 60 years of age (which he now believes means he is incapable of anything other than doing things for himself). He never had courage, he claims this himself. And for as long as I can remember he has lived by the statement “you can’t teach an old dog new tricks” – a statement which infuriates me. We are never too late to learn anything – ultimately we must keep learning if we want to grow into the fruitful beings we were born to be. Every day truly is a day of learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother a confident, bubbly, self doubting, self promoting, loving, giving, independent, hard-working, TV watching, smoking, youth worker – a contradiction in terms which sit happily with me and her. A person of light and life who feels every emotion and who is truly alive – someone I can talk to about everything and rely on when everything else and everyone else has been exhausted.  A person who loves to learn, constantly, knows best but lets me make my own choices. Who encouraged me to think for myself, challenge what is and create new and better ways of moving forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are divorced. I was nine when it happened. It was one of the most significant events of my life. It changed me, my siblings and my mother all for the better. My father has learnt somewhat but with his inability to look inward, he falls short of ever truly knowing himself which also means he does not and will not know us, because he refuses to. This is a choice he makes every day, no matter how much he denies it to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad isn’t a bad man – I love him despite his issues. He wasn’t loved as a child and so confuses love with dependency. If he can provide some physical needs such as food and clothes then that is love even if his children are made to feel guilty about getting such items of “love”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother, who delivered us from lives of forever being controlled, got a house of her own so that we could grow into strong adults. She always prayed that some day we would see my father for the man he really is and eventually as adults we did. It is something you continuously deal with – the fact that your dad cannot love you. You yearn to see the goodness in him that he would seldom show. The love he sometimes let slip and the times that he smiled and cried with you. That was the man we wanted and still want to set free. Yet we cannot. It is not up to us. It is only him that can set himself free and bring himself true happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-4486510114059517196?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4486510114059517196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=4486510114059517196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/4486510114059517196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/4486510114059517196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2010/11/tough-love.html' title='Tough Love'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-7605713970510146523</id><published>2010-05-18T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T05:58:29.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creating a New Community through Art</title><content type='html'>Art has a way of breaking down barriers, much more than any other medium. When you create, you let the inner child out to play; the journey is just as important as the destination. With art it doesn’t matter who you are; the person becomes the creation, not a face, a name or a place. It becomes something from the inside out, personal and emotional, relevant to the human aspect in all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Community Arts has a way of bringing many personal expressions together in a way that helps people relate to each other in a new way. Community Arts helps us (as communities and people) to express ourselves and our identities yet it also teaches us to respect each other’s identities (since we are all unique). It brings our differences together in a way that helps us learn and grow and to create something new, a bigger better community with all those differences used to move forward in a positive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My awareness of Cross Community Projects stemmed from my mother, a dedicated youth worker and believer in change. I have been involved in all sorts of Cross Community projects since I was a teenager such as; painting community walls, community murals in youth clubs, art workshops with children using materials in creative ways and hosting art exhibitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate Community Relations Week in Lurgan, the Youth Reach Project based in the Jethro Centre held a Resource Fair (26th April – 2nd May 2010) for young people from three local high schools in Lurgan.  The theme for the week was the role of young people in building a shared society, with the strap-line “Time to Change the Conversation.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Dougherty, from the Jethro Centre, asked me to facilitate an art stand at the Resource Fair. The idea was that each person would make a finger print on the canvas in their favourite colour and sign their name beside it, this represented their identity. They were also encouraged to make an additional mark on the canvas which represented their expression. The community aspect developed through all the identities in the one place – on Canvas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no difference made – MLA’s, young people and the Mayor all made their mark – not one person’s mark was more important (although all distinctive in their own way) than anyone else’s. It represented the fact that we are all alike in the ways that we have an identity and that we want our space to express that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stand was very neutral in comparison to some of the other ones – there was no judgement just expression and acceptance. The young people got involved with energy and extended the fingerprints to handprints. I was open to the idea and it worked well. As a result they have taught us all a valuable lesson; it is good to try new ways of doing things, we can all learn from each other - I have certainly learnt from them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-7605713970510146523?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7605713970510146523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=7605713970510146523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/7605713970510146523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/7605713970510146523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/creating-new-community-through-art.html' title='Creating a New Community through Art'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-4050605939751114788</id><published>2010-05-18T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T05:49:12.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Golden Ticket</title><content type='html'>I finally booked a one way ticket to Australia via Korea. I fly out in November and I really can’t wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wanted to go to Australia for no less than 9 years, ever since I toured Europe at the age of 20 with a bunch of Australians.  I have watched my sister go to Australia twice; my best friend live in Australia for a year and another good friend tour the world, stopping off in? You guessed it: Australia! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe travelling, like most things in life, is all about timing. Don’t believe people when they say: “if you don’t go now you’ll never do it”. Have faith in yourself, you’re never too old to do anything. And dreams do come true if you’re willing to fight for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are folk who advised me to go before I got “too settled” with the likes of a mortgage and a couple of kids. Me? Well, I never doubted myself for a moment. I was always going to go. You see, I’m not the settling kind of gal. I am restless and I get bored easily. I am more afraid of comfort and settling than I am of anything else. I hate the thought of growing old, sitting on the sofa, beside my partner and having nothing left to say. I want to be interesting and that means having an interesting life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, there are a few other reasons why I have waited so long to fulfil my dreams of living in Australia;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·         I didn’t have enough money saved, until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·         I have been establishing myself as an artist (a journey in itself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·         I wanted to get my black belt in Taekwondo = done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My home is my heart and when it’s happy and alive I am truly at home. I’ve never had a mortgage and I’ve never had a car but I don’t have any regrets either. What about putting down some roots, you ask? I intend to put down my roots everywhere I go and leave them to blossom long after I’ve gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The open road is calling me and finally I am in the position to answer.  I don’t know what’s going to happen when I get to Australia but I know I’m open to possibilities. The Golden Ticket to Australia represents much more than a few flights, it means a new chapter in my life, one where I can be truly open to the new and unexpected – bring it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-4050605939751114788?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4050605939751114788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=4050605939751114788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/4050605939751114788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/4050605939751114788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/golden-ticket.html' title='The Golden Ticket'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-6549840899123171364</id><published>2010-05-18T05:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T05:42:19.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travelling Through Art</title><content type='html'>I felt the nerves and excitement of travel at the age of 12. There was a chance to go to Minnesota (USA) and stay with a host family for a variety of schools throughout Northern Ireland.  Only six students were picked per school, I was one of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip brought me to experience my first art gallery along with the Minnesota sculpture park. I always loved colours (Bill, the host father, maintained I had a flare for colour) and on my first encounter I touched a painting and nearly gave Bill a heart attack – he thought he was going to jail for sure! When we got home from the gallery, and Bill had calmed down, I took my markers out and re-created one of the styles I liked, which I later discovered to be “Pointillism”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creating and travelling have been common interests in my life for as long as I can remember.  Having followed my heart and currently making a living as a full-time visual artist, I have discovered that I can travel every day through creating. I travel inwards, I get completely lost in my own “culture” and I feel relaxed, enlightened and amazed at what I see and discover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I am truly blessed to be an artist – it makes me want to travel and explore the world even more. The more I see, the more I learn, the more I grow and the better equipped I become at expressing myself and in fact Travelling through my Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.born2bbold.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-6549840899123171364?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6549840899123171364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=6549840899123171364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/6549840899123171364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/6549840899123171364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/travelling-through-art.html' title='Travelling Through Art'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-6365723108972103663</id><published>2010-02-09T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T06:03:37.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Golden Thread of Life</title><content type='html'>You are who you are.&lt;br /&gt;And I have always been true to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding yourself in a world who refuses to let you be is difficult, I know.&lt;br /&gt;But take heart the calling I gave you is what you need to fulfil your own and my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we can and will move mountains.&lt;br /&gt;My will for you my child is to be yourself,&lt;br /&gt;And cherish and love who you are.&lt;br /&gt;My child of light, you are everyones' dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream the Dream and we will face each hurdle, one by one.&lt;br /&gt;And together we will light up and heal the world of its empitness and false values.&lt;br /&gt;I will always stand by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Noreen Conlan - written for her daughter Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-6365723108972103663?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6365723108972103663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=6365723108972103663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/6365723108972103663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/6365723108972103663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-are-who-you-are.html' title='The Golden Thread of Life'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-7313060565026908232</id><published>2010-02-09T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T10:53:48.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totalled</title><content type='html'>Total Wipeout here we come,&lt;br /&gt;The Journey has just begun.&lt;br /&gt;Blue skys, the time flies.&lt;br /&gt;Friendships new, a challenge or two!&lt;br /&gt;Bright yellow sun,&lt;br /&gt;Excitement, nerves and fun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-7313060565026908232?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7313060565026908232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=7313060565026908232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/7313060565026908232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/7313060565026908232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/totalled.html' title='Totalled'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-994959042977851440</id><published>2009-04-07T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T00:43:03.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loves Own Child</title><content type='html'>Loves own child,&lt;br /&gt;Born and bred.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeward bound,&lt;br /&gt;Bound by the light!&lt;br /&gt;Beckoned forth…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst the stars,&lt;br /&gt;Be the one you truly are…&lt;br /&gt;Oh brightest star!&lt;br /&gt;Shining from afar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attacked.&lt;br /&gt;Weakened.&lt;br /&gt;But not forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begotten!&lt;br /&gt;A yellow diamond,&lt;br /&gt;A pillar of hope,&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest smelling flower…&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful thou are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c April 09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-994959042977851440?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/994959042977851440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=994959042977851440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/994959042977851440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/994959042977851440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/loves-own-child.html' title='Loves Own Child'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-9184279005649456848</id><published>2009-01-22T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T02:15:22.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear School leavers</title><content type='html'>The hardest part of being out in the world of work is people. It’s important to always be surrounded by people who will push you to achieve your personal best. In life and jobs, people like that are rare. Discipline is one of the best things I was able to take away from the academy. Freedom is something I’ve been chasing since I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom is something every artist craves - the freedom to create when the emotion moves them, to be free to choose the jobs they do, the money they make, the hours they work. But life has its own plan – you create when you get the time, when you’re not working to make the money to buy the canvas to create.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back now, at the academy, success was easy – you studied, you did what you were told and that usually meant doing well. You study – you pass. Is life like that? If only there was an exam of life and that passing that exam meant happiness! There is no winning formula. Is study all there is? What of passions? Changing the world? Being true to yourself? Does a degree really count? – I don’t believe that education is the only way forward – I believe success is ability and motivation – the most successful people in life have unshakeable desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jobs are never as they seem. Degrees always sound good in the brochure but can you see yourself sitting at a desk all day? Looking into peoples’ mouths? Dealing with sick patients? Do you want to spend your days in a hospital? Or outside digging? Think long and hard about what makes you happy. And be realistic about the type of jobs and qualifications that will help you do that. In an age where technology is taking over, we don’t take enough time to think things through, to be alone; to have space to reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have respect for yourself and others. This is true of both what you say and what you do. Having respect for your body and your mind will take you to the right friends and the right partners. No-one likes to be stereotyped – people will always judge you on what you wear, your hair, the way you walk and the confidence you portray. None of that matters if you have the right attitude and know how to treat people. Confidence and competence are the two key skills to carry with you always. Don’t underestimate yourself. I have done so many things I never thought I could – achieving a black belt, a first class honours, being an artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always believe in yourself – value your skills and talents – make the most of everything you have – never waste a single ability or opportunity. I say yes to everything, no matter what it is – I have been a dancer in the Rocky Horror show, I have worked in a gay bar, I have been a hair model, I have done Taekwondo competitions, toured Europe and California, I have been in magazines, written art reviews and been a designer. I am the infinite student. I enjoy change, I seek it out. I am constantly searching for new ways to challenge myself physically, creatively and academically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be open-minded – don’t listen to everything people say – they talk from their own point of view. If you want to do something do it. Don’t study something just to make someone else happy – you may regret it. Be courageous, some of the things your parents and teachers will tell you may not work for you. You are not the same as anyone else. Does it matter if you don’t know what you want to do? What you want to be? Sometimes you find out more about what you like by doing what you don’t like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had my first ever exhibition in Cafe Vaudeville in Belfast (April 06), I had never exhibited publicly before. It was a risk, I was so afraid, afraid of what people would think – would they like my work? Am I good enough? Would I do it again knowing what I know now? – In a heartbeat – life is an adventure, ups and downs and all of the lessons are effective in the journey and in learning about who you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people told me – “you won’t be famous until you die”, “you’ll never make it”; “no-one gets to do it full-time”. If I had of listened to that I would never have painted a single picture – I do it for me. I do it because I want to express something – love or hate my work; I’m still going to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many dark days, days when I wanted the earth to swallow me up. Brushing and mopping the bar floor, as a barmaid in Cafe Vaudeville, until 3am and going home to paint until 5am just to get a painting finished, knowing in my heart that one day I’d have my first ever exhibition in that very bar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I followed my dream even though no-one else could see or understand it, going to galleries, being rejected, feeling helpless and hopeless, wanting to give up, struggling to see the light. Being an artist means courage, it means being the person you are, living by the heart. Ignoring negative people and keeping your dreams at the forefront of your mind. Most people I know are not doing what they really want. There are so many people with degrees working in bars and supermarkets – it takes much more than a degree to do what you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live by the creative urge, I go when the creativity calls me – I have left jobs with nowhere else to go, I have met good and bad people, I have struggled to buy food, to buy clothes, I have cried from the pit of my soul and fought with every breath in my body. People will be jealous if you have ability, people will want to be your friend for the wrong reasons, you’ll inspire some people, others you’ll infuriate. I have felt alone, misunderstood, I have worked for free, given advice to many and been under paid for my capabilities most of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am the eternal artist – impulsive, passionate – I have learnt what makes me happy and I am content because I know myself. There are no missing elements from my life. I do the things I love and I reap the rewards. Too many people think happiness comes from others, you’ll never be truly happy until you can pat yourself on the back and say I did what I wanted to do – I’m living the dream! I’m living my dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in those times of doubt remember: “Smooth seas do not make skilful sailors.”&lt;br /&gt;African Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours in art and life,&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.born2bbold.com/"&gt;www.born2bbold.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-9184279005649456848?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9184279005649456848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=9184279005649456848&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/9184279005649456848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/9184279005649456848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-school-leavers.html' title='Dear School leavers'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-6490084755751379970</id><published>2009-01-06T01:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T01:42:13.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>What’s real is here in front of you. This love is real. When the dust settles, when the bells ring, he will ask us did we love. Did we support? Did we do all we could to stand by those we love? And did they stand by us? All I do is love you, is that such a crime? I’m here by your side, I don’t know where else to stand. You see how things should be; I see them as they are. What is love? Is love knowing? Or is love accepting? Why is love not enough? Why is there always expectation? Why is there human need? Human greed? Wants and wants for ourselves? I do not want any more, I just am...love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-6490084755751379970?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6490084755751379970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=6490084755751379970&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/6490084755751379970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/6490084755751379970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-8161944057909179160</id><published>2008-09-10T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:13:40.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Overtone Dragon</title><content type='html'>Red Overtone Dragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red Dragon&lt;/strong&gt; is your Conscious Self - who you are and who you are becoming. Red Dragon represents the root source of life, the nurturance and support of primary being, and within it are found the primal waters of unity. This is where your deepest roots receive true nourishment. Red Dragon is the energy of form contained within the formlessness of the primordial sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primal trust means making choices with no guarantees, knowing that divine nurturance will provide what is needed for your journey. It means making choices moment by moment, implicitly trusting your innate steering mechanism of heart-knowing. Primal trust implies surrendering to the will of the divine self, letting go of what your ego deems to be control of the outcomes in your life. It means deeply trusting the processes that are at work within your present spiral of evolution.The energy of Red Dragon asks you to embrace the depth of your receptivity. Perhaps you have been taught that it is better to give than to receive. Giving is a powerful way to learn how to receive, but it is not the whole picture. There is a circuit of completion in giving and receiving that happens within you and in your external world at the same time. If you trust unconditionally in the giving, you are not attached to how the gift is received. When you freely give, you fill your cup with sweet waters, which you can then offern innocently and purely to another. Know, on one level, that your gift is poured out universally regardless of how it appears to be received. However, when the gift comes from the ego, it is limited by expectations and conditions. Love just is. It is neither given nor taken; rather it is simply discovered and allowed.The universe is an inseparable whole. Red Dragon represents the energy matrix lines that look like a web in the universe, through which all points are connected in time and space. This energetic web of communication is known as the 'crystal grid network.' It is a cauldron of creation, a potent field in which all things are not only possible but constantly being created. Within this grid, the linear causality of time and space has been freed into an open system in which all time and all space exist and interact simultaneously. This grid connects the larger holograms of reality with our own. Its energy lines connect all places, times and events - even those that are seemingly unrelated. All phenomena and all actions are part of this larger whole; it is the very foundation for telepathy and synchronicity. Red Dragon embodies unity, in which all things are one with the Source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red Moon&lt;/strong&gt; is your Higher Self &amp;amp; Guide.Red Moon is the cosmic seed of awakened awareness. Consume it like a fruit, and let it blossom within you. You are on the quest of self-remembrance, of Godseed. If you work with the energy of Red Moon with clear awareness and attention, an awakened state of remembrance will naturally blossom within you. Remembrance means having direct access to your expanded presence through an intrinsic perception of unity. Remembrance is your recognition of the larger pattern and your connection to it, often facilitated through dreams, art, music, colors and creative pursuits. With focused attention, meditate on Red Moon and you will receive help with self-remembrance.Red Moon is also a beacon or transmitting station. As you open to self-remembrance, you become a beacon and receiver for cosmic consciousness. This communication creates the gradual opening of the third eye, the eye within the mononlith of self. As this eye opens and your communication becomes more refined, you will notice more signs, signals and understanding coming to you. These are all for your growth and evolution - a feedback system from which you can gain insight about your journey.The number for Red Moon is 9, which symbolizes the recurrence of great cycles. An example of such recurrence is the periodic return of master teachers to help awaken human beings on Earth. Nine is the number of Quetzalcoatl, buddha, and Christ. Red Moon is a symbol for great teachers who have come to translate univeresal wisdom to humanity, to embody the awakened state of consciousness that is accessible to all. Such teachers serve as a connection to the Divine and hold the promise of full self-mastery. Take off the veil of forgetfulness. Become the beacon of awakened awareness. As you open to self-remembrance, you will freely receive divine guidance. Be with others who support your fullest expression. Yellow Sun is your Subconscious Self and Hidden Helper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yellow Sun&lt;/strong&gt; is a reminder that you are, at every moment, in the center of All That Is. In your journey of remembrance, you are crafting a light body to return to a home in the stars that you never really left. Return as a child of the sacred to the Great Central Sun! You are the crown of creation, infused with the blueprint of solar mind. You are a Godseed, the reflection of cosmic consciousness. You are love made visible!Discover the simple secret encoded in Ahau's star-glyph: you are unconditional love, the stone of indestructible liberation. Radiate that knowing in all your thoughts and actions. Love all of creation. Join the dance of light, the fundamental constant of nature, and shine forth the clarity of your true essence. There is great power in simply identifying with the light: "As above, so below." You are in God, and God is in you.As you express unconditional love, you become more than you previously perceived yourself to be. You become illumined, the full manifestation of your divinity. In the embrace of your humanity, accept yourself and others unconditionally. Magnify your full presence. Ahau will come in myriad forms to assist you. Be limitless. Accept and understand the nature of judgement, fear, light and dark within yourself and others. Love and accept yourself and others as you are, freed from previous boundaries. You are the dawning of the solar age.As you move toward your core of light, you will find a clear-light awareness that is innately innocent. In this place, the mind is restored to it's original state of receptivity. Clarity and freedom become expressions of being, and bliss becomes the body. At this core of light, a new reality is born. From the union of the divine masculine and feminine is birthed the solar androgyny of cosmic consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;Blue Monkey represents your Challenge and Gift. With maturity and awareness this challenge will turn into a Focus. This is what you desire to learn in this lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many facets to &lt;strong&gt;Blue Monkey's shadow.&lt;/strong&gt; The most common of these is not seeing the humour in life's experiences. If you take life too seriously, humour may offer the relief of an unexpected point of view. Follow your divine child, and you will be shown how to "play" your way through any apparently difficult situation. Humour is a great healer and teacher, and a wonderful way to lighten up about enlightenment.Another prominent shadow of Blue Monkey is avoiding speaking your truth. Do you use humour to express things that you are afraid to say to someone honestly and directly? Do you use humour to hide your vulnerability? Perhaps you use sarcasm because you feel wounded, insecure or unable to express your deep feelings. Such use of humour is a way to bring out hidden anger or aggression. If you find yourself caught in inappropriate play, consciously step out of it and bring in the missing awareness.Trust your magical child to be vulnerable. Express your feelings - especially your awkwardness - in a direct way. Let go of using pretense or humour as means of masking your true feelings. Like the divine child you are, allow all emotions to be OK, and freely express them without judgement.The issue of sensitivity also lies in the shadows of Blue Monkey. Perhaps your inner child was unthinkingly wounded or suppressed by social expectation. Perhaps your gift of sensitivity was not supported by parental figures or the culture at large. In order to protect yourself from this criticism, you may have withdrawn, supprssed your self-expression and creativity, or become absorbed in fantasy worlds. Honestly examine any dynsfunctional, hidden reactions or set patterns you may have that resulted from such woundings. Transform this shadow by becoming aware of your emotional reactions and perceptions of insensitivity. Then express the feelings around it before you get too deeply enmeshed in the cycle of emotional reaction.In Western culture, many people have a distorted understanding about what it is to be a human being. We are often taught that successful adults are responsible, serious, rigid, controlled, and goal oriented. In your journey with society, your developmental stages may have been incomplete. The natural sensitivity, fluidity and freedom of the child may have been left behind in partial passage. Perhaps your inner child was wounded or treated insensitively, and you carried this unresolved process into adulthood. Blue Monkey encourages you to bring forth this incomplete or wounded part for integration and healing.This process implies a bounteous connection between Essence Self and Spirit, freed from judgement, denial and separation. It encourages an unconstrained experience of feelings, living your dreams and visions, where everything is sacred and so, by nature, humourous and joyful. Live your dreams! The moment is now. In this co-creative process, your life literally becomes a work of art and the dawning of the new myth.In this new myth, your spontaneous, divine child will usher in and anchor the new frequency. How can you heal your inner child? Explore what truly gives you joy. Find types of work that support your sensitivity and create deep satisfaction. Be simple: love, play, dance, draw, colour, sing. These activities are for all divine children - they serve the expression of the magical child in everyone. Consciously make time for the joyful freedom and magic of play!White Mirror is your Compliment - something that comes naturally to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;White Mirror&lt;/strong&gt; represents the Hall of Mirrors, where you can face your own reflection and see the truth about yourself. As a mirror, White Mirror merely reflects what is, whether truth, beauty or illusion. Here you can face unfinished business, the dissonance of difficulties, or charged issues that would keep you from the full expression of your Divinity. Become aware of any illusions or distortions within yourself; your clarity of perception will transform them. Take a moment to see yourself as you actually are, shadow and all, freed from the maze of mental illusion.Sometimes you may find yourself reacting rather than freely responding to a situation or person. If you have charged reactions such as frustration, anger, fear, judgement or jealousy, look at how you might be projecting these issues onto someone else. The world is the mirror for you to truly see. Any strong reaction to a person or event signals an issue to work on in yourself. Be willing to examine and utilize what you see in your mirrors, in order to transform dysfunctional belief systems, negative thoughtforms, and fixed patterns.In the Hall of Mirrors there is no good or bad, no right or wrong - there is only the reflection of what is. As you learn to see yourself, you begin to see your emotional reactions as signs indicating where to focus your awareness for growth.On this quest, come prepared to face White Mirror's sword of truth and purification. The wisdom of this sword penetrates, exposes, and ultimately heals your illusions. Discrimination is tempered with love cleanly cuts away everything that does not serve your evolution. To the Maya, White Mirror is the flint that hones your sword.The greatest gift of the sword is the power of forgiveness. A profound freedom emerges from forgiveness, the releasing of the illusion of cause and effect. Use the great gifts offered in this blad of truth and light to forgive and release anything you may judge or see as imperfect.You are already an Enlightened Being!White Mirror's are able to clearly reflect others back to themselves once their own mirror is clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Tone is Tone 5 - Overtone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Core purpose, central intent, foundation, place of centeredness, simplicity, acceptance of your humanness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five is the ray of center, the first bar, the foundation of humanity in the individual self. Step into the center of your crystalline core. What do you find there? What is your foundation, your core purpose, your central intent, your individual vision? Use this vision as an access to the truth at your stellar core. See yourself as an ever-expanding hub of truth and light.&lt;br /&gt;You are the center of your own universe! Remember that there is great wisdom to be found within the human form. In genuine acceptance of your humanness, you find your foundation in individual self. Turn inward and bring more light into your form. Discover the foundation of your sacred center. In meditation, receive the serenity of the unis mundi, the place of perfect centeredness. In letting go of who you think you are, you become who you actually are. Be simple. You are always sitting in the center. You are the Zen master, centered in beginner's mind.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-8161944057909179160?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8161944057909179160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=8161944057909179160&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/8161944057909179160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/8161944057909179160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/red-overtone-dragon.html' title='Red Overtone Dragon'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-1754245298906989486</id><published>2008-09-10T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T07:50:11.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come home once more</title><content type='html'>Come home once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embraced upon thee, I have seen your smile weep.&lt;br /&gt;There is a deep sadness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The human form, not the norm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaketh ye who has the power to direct men&lt;br /&gt;Light up their hearts with solid hope and remain misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;Not for you, or I, but them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, forwever waiting I see you&lt;br /&gt;For the time to move&lt;br /&gt;For the time to paint&lt;br /&gt;For the time when life will be for you&lt;br /&gt;When life will let you be,&lt;br /&gt;Free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acteth thee my child&lt;br /&gt;Actions are the core of you and you of them&lt;br /&gt;Together you act whole-heartedly&lt;br /&gt;Nothing departed from your soul,&lt;br /&gt;As a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t always have what you want&lt;br /&gt;Do without&lt;br /&gt;You scream and shout&lt;br /&gt;Yet bare the truth of your labour&lt;br /&gt;It is not fair&lt;br /&gt;But fair is not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly amongst the pigeons&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing rigid about you now&lt;br /&gt;You have been born to soar&lt;br /&gt;Alike the core&lt;br /&gt;Soar, soar, and soar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not for you&lt;br /&gt;The life as man and wife&lt;br /&gt;Amongst it strife&lt;br /&gt;Much worse for you than death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly&lt;br /&gt;Let yourself be free&lt;br /&gt;Free from the human form that surrounds your very soul&lt;br /&gt;Let your soul soar&lt;br /&gt;Come home once more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-1754245298906989486?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1754245298906989486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=1754245298906989486&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/1754245298906989486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/1754245298906989486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/come-home-once-more.html' title='Come home once more'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-6327980108589606817</id><published>2008-05-21T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T14:24:59.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep on the Moon</title><content type='html'>Breathe, relax, work hard, follow your heart, hesitate, think, be spontaneous, jump up and down, get drunk and lose control, be nice, fall in love as many times as it takes to get it right, make new friends, get comfortable, stay outside the comfort zone, keep on having faith, spend time in the dark place, use all your talents, be totally broke now and then, die without regrets, eat lots of chocolate, try new things, smile, cry, scream, never miss an opportunity, fight for what you believe in, be yourself, dance in your bedroom, give people a second chance, assert your boundaries, never let anyone make you feel bad for the things that make you happy, lend an ear now and again, give and take as many hugs as possible, open your heart to the unexpected, don’t judge someone’s life based on your own, accept that you might not know everything, be stubborn, go for a slow walk in the rain with no umbrella, work up a sweat, try your best, reach for the stars, sleep on the moon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c May 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-6327980108589606817?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-130580501579201939</id><published>2008-04-08T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T23:59:03.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fury-eyed Wonderer</title><content type='html'>A fury-eyed wonderer, steeped amongst the boiling water, drowning close to the surface,&lt;br /&gt;A speckle, a glimpse of never, never land is embracing me, I feel engulfed by my worried, troubled heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I emphasize my need to crawl up and wither on the garden soil - decompose right before you, my heart is burning with pain, the pain of sorrow, a sorrowful life that betrays me, I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun sparks follow me, they are seeking me, I hide. I am afraid, I am a waster, I am a wasted, I am nothing, it makes no sense, my stomach sickens, I embrace my fate - to be forgotten. Ego bursts, there is no thirst. Each day a chore, nothing to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, walk, listen, it doesn't matter, I am a mere shadow, I have no purpose, my eyes are dim, I'm feeling grim, let me die. Lay me down upon the soil that rots, that will be my cot, cloaked upon me, there is no sense of purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes sense anymore, I'm stumbling in the deep sand, I have no hand, it is all pretense, nothing makes sense. Why live a lie? I want to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep me from trying, there is no use for trying, it is a waste - I make haste. Impatience rots me to the core, I'm barely at the shore, I can't breath, I feel smothered, I am smothered, you are not mothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go of the feelings you possess and let me rest - this is no test, it is simply a mess. What are you doing this for? let go of my embrace? Ive lost the race. Why try to save face? Its not my place. I cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears beckon upon thy cheek, I am so meek. I can't but speak, yell to me - I will not hear, left with fear, I'll disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turtles walk, I can't but talk, there is no sense, no expense, just moral pretense. Relay my heart, fall apart, return to the start - don't play a part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is reason, no rhyme, it's not mine - I am alone once more. My dreams lay upon the distance shore, they are only a million miles from home, real life protrayed within this poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c (confused and saddened)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-130580501579201939?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/130580501579201939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=130580501579201939&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/130580501579201939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/130580501579201939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/fury-eyed-wonderer.html' title='Fury-eyed Wonderer'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-6620909209141282180</id><published>2008-02-11T18:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T18:24:40.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kremlin</title><content type='html'>At the Kremlin I made a friend or two,&lt;br /&gt;Opened my eyes to something new,&lt;br /&gt;I grew and stretched my narrow mind,&lt;br /&gt;Never realising I’d been so blind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Served and cleaned till late at night,&lt;br /&gt;Even with no end in sight!&lt;br /&gt;Talked to my work mates to help me through,&lt;br /&gt;And got to share a tune or two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a connection with the K Crew,&lt;br /&gt;Felt good inside, felt accepted too.&lt;br /&gt;But now it is my turn to go,&lt;br /&gt;And where life leads us we’ll never know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But listen to me when I say,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could stay another day...&lt;br /&gt;But it’s time for me to move on,&lt;br /&gt;I’m searching for a brighter dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured I’m glad to have passed through,&lt;br /&gt;Especially because I got to meet you,&lt;br /&gt;You’ve left an impression on my heart,&lt;br /&gt;And in my life you’ve played a part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise that you’ll remember too,&lt;br /&gt;Because I don’t intend to forget you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Conlan Feb 08’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-6620909209141282180?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6620909209141282180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=6620909209141282180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/6620909209141282180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/6620909209141282180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2008/02/kremlin.html' title='The Kremlin'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-3350568303337033162</id><published>2008-01-23T05:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T05:51:44.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dedication</title><content type='html'>Dedicated to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am comforted by your bright light,&lt;br /&gt;My soul feels fluffy and warm,&lt;br /&gt;Together we soar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for you my guardian angel,&lt;br /&gt;With your arms surrounding me each night,&lt;br /&gt;There is a golden honour sprinkled upon thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come walk with me into the darkness and help me spread light and delight,&lt;br /&gt;There are so many hard times gone and yet to come,&lt;br /&gt;Like elephant footsteps, pounding upon my chest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you all is bearable,&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a chore,&lt;br /&gt;But an adventure –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-3350568303337033162?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3350568303337033162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=3350568303337033162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/3350568303337033162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/3350568303337033162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/dedication.html' title='A Dedication'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-8513234291951830614</id><published>2007-11-06T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T18:53:16.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Erruption</title><content type='html'>An erruption has happened within my soul,&lt;br /&gt;I know the very point where I must be,&lt;br /&gt;It is a fight for people's rights,&lt;br /&gt;This is no more about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I feel so parted?&lt;br /&gt;Why did I think I was alone?&lt;br /&gt;I have warmth and strength inside,&lt;br /&gt;A place I call a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we think we have nothing?&lt;br /&gt;When people beg for food,&lt;br /&gt;Why do we moan and cry?&lt;br /&gt;When we're not misunderstood!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no right to feel upset,&lt;br /&gt;When we have all we need,&lt;br /&gt;There are no barriers to our choices,&lt;br /&gt;So why don't you proceed??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid to be yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to see what's real,&lt;br /&gt;This is not about the bigger house,&lt;br /&gt;It's about freedom and zeal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me please to make a difference,&lt;br /&gt;These people need our care,&lt;br /&gt;Do what's right within the world,&lt;br /&gt;Be true to your heart - I dare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-8513234291951830614?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8513234291951830614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=8513234291951830614&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/8513234291951830614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/8513234291951830614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2007/11/erruption.html' title='An Erruption'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-6381192036476441288</id><published>2007-10-23T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T06:04:34.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Grace</title><content type='html'>The Lyrics of the Song&lt;br /&gt;Amazing Grace (How sweet the sound)&lt;br /&gt;That sav'd a wretch like me!&lt;br /&gt;I once was lost, but now am found,&lt;br /&gt;Was blind, but now I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,&lt;br /&gt;And grace my fears reliev'd;&lt;br /&gt;How precious did that grace appear,&lt;br /&gt;The hour I first believ'd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thro' many dangers, toils and snare,&lt;br /&gt;I have already come;'&lt;br /&gt;Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,&lt;br /&gt;And grace will lead me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has promised good to me.&lt;br /&gt;His word my hope secures;&lt;br /&gt;He will my shield and portion be,&lt;br /&gt;As long as life endures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,&lt;br /&gt;And mortal life shall cease;&lt;br /&gt;I shall profess, within the vail,&lt;br /&gt;A life of joy and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,&lt;br /&gt;The sun forbear to shine;&lt;br /&gt;ut God, who call'd me here below,&lt;br /&gt;Will be for ever mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Newton&lt;br /&gt;wrote the words to one of the most beloved hymns of all time between 1760 and 1770, while working as an evangelical pastor. Son of the commander of a merchant ship, Newton was captain of a slave ship for many years, until he underwent a dramatic religious conversion while steering his vessel through a storm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-6381192036476441288?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6381192036476441288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=6381192036476441288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/6381192036476441288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/6381192036476441288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/amazing-grace.html' title='Amazing Grace'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-4430720035290085232</id><published>2007-10-15T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:03:25.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You have been chosen!</title><content type='html'>Beckoned to begin - You are beckoned.&lt;br /&gt;Called beyond you're knowing - You have been called.&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to make a move - You hold fear in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Belong to different times - You do belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone you may feel - You are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;Stronger than you imagine - You are strong.&lt;br /&gt;A love that goes so deep - You have love.&lt;br /&gt;A world that will never know you - You have been chosen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak of the dreams that lay upon your heart - Those dreams are real.&lt;br /&gt;Reality is a myth, what is real is in your heart - let that play a part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spokes of doubt are glazed upon you - you should not be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;You have it all - you'll have a ball. Please hear thy call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tender blessings are bestowed upon thee, like a pretty cherry tree.&lt;br /&gt;Each drop a sprinkled so silently.&lt;br /&gt;Softly, softly, softly, you have been pushed so gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yearn to know the God above? walk in life with only love.&lt;br /&gt;That is where it all must be, not of commericality.&lt;br /&gt;Forget the riches, forget the fame. Life is a tender walk of pain.&lt;br /&gt;loving deeply, loving wholly - brings you closer to God only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-4430720035290085232?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4430720035290085232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=4430720035290085232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/4430720035290085232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/4430720035290085232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-have-been-chosen.html' title='You have been chosen!'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-5919390189712387402</id><published>2007-10-04T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T08:18:28.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make a Wish</title><content type='html'>Wish upon a falling star,&lt;br /&gt;Find the one you truly are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look towards the sun above,&lt;br /&gt;feel the hand of tender love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drift towards the autumn breeze,&lt;br /&gt;Leave your aching soul at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and dream awhile,&lt;br /&gt;See the real life in a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c Sept 07&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-5919390189712387402?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5919390189712387402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=5919390189712387402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/5919390189712387402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/5919390189712387402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/wishes.html' title='Make a Wish'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-4707251416412297158</id><published>2007-10-02T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T18:01:34.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You'd Promise to be Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;If You'd Promise to be Mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd run across the purple sun for you,&lt;br /&gt;I'd make each day seem brand new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd spell the words out in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;I'd make the whispers play a part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd wait so safely by your side,&lt;br /&gt;I'd tip toe gently in you're stride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd speak the words upon you're lips,&lt;br /&gt;And drink of life with tiny sips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd promise that each day be thine&lt;br /&gt;If you'd promise to be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c  October 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-4707251416412297158?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4707251416412297158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=4707251416412297158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/4707251416412297158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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run!&lt;br /&gt;Put these old legs to the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I trained for?&lt;br /&gt;What have I hoped for?&lt;br /&gt;But one chance?&lt;br /&gt;A kingdom for a horse, then why not a chance?&lt;br /&gt;To see the finish line,&lt;br /&gt;To see the start,&lt;br /&gt;To alone take part!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of spectating,&lt;br /&gt;Of watching in,&lt;br /&gt;Being passed by...&lt;br /&gt;A glorious clap,&lt;br /&gt;Letting others go by, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to start belief in me,&lt;br /&gt;Being me, the real me.&lt;br /&gt;A new born zest for life,&lt;br /&gt;My only application necessary for this quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nerves, the adrenaline, no fear.&lt;br /&gt;No longer the hand rail,&lt;br /&gt;No longer the safety or support.&lt;br /&gt;No journey made without a first step.&lt;br /&gt;You can plan, you can train,&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes you just gotta go out and play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more talking, no more dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;No more grand plans made in the changing sand,&lt;br /&gt;Time to stand and fight!&lt;br /&gt;Do or die,&lt;br /&gt;See the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try! try! try!&lt;br /&gt;And try again...&lt;br /&gt;For he who dares, wins.&lt;br /&gt;Better to live and die young,&lt;br /&gt;Than grow old without a fight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we lead? Or born to follow?&lt;br /&gt;Not I, I lead, I go.&lt;br /&gt;I try, I live, I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To scream and shout,&lt;br /&gt;What's that all about?&lt;br /&gt;Did the tortoise not beat the hare?&lt;br /&gt;Evil has no fear when good men do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Time to stand and be counted. Stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand still, stand strong,&lt;br /&gt;Always looking forward, never to reverse.&lt;br /&gt;May stumble, may fall but better to get right back up,&lt;br /&gt;Standing taller, rising faster. Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star trekking across my universe,&lt;br /&gt;No rhyme, no reason,&lt;br /&gt;No mythical barrier will prevent this odyssey of mine.&lt;br /&gt;You're the wind beneath these wings, my love, my life,&lt;br /&gt;My "Never to be wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jest, I talk, I swerve, I duck and dive,&lt;br /&gt;Never hitting the double five!&lt;br /&gt;All stops now! For when I wake.&lt;br /&gt;I will be alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Liam McGarry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sent to Lisa.c via text)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-5625037220998318342?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5625037220998318342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=5625037220998318342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/5625037220998318342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/5625037220998318342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2007/08/do-or-die.html' title='Do or Die...'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-3274110558561532774</id><published>2007-07-31T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T03:32:17.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Lost, I'm Lost</title><content type='html'>Where are the words when you need them the most?&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost, I'm lost, I need you close.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hurting here, I'm feeling strain,&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying deep within my pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lowly now, I'm struggling to fight,&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my own, it's dark alright.&lt;br /&gt;I just keep screaming but no-one hears,&lt;br /&gt;I'm drenched in sadness from all the tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No-one gets it,&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my own,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can do,&lt;br /&gt;will make me less alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you know me?&lt;br /&gt;Well think again,&lt;br /&gt;there is more to it,&lt;br /&gt;than physical pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is hurting,&lt;br /&gt;it's aching through,&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for deliverence,&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that the time will come,&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that my work is done,&lt;br /&gt;I'm begging that the God above,&lt;br /&gt;Will come and craddle me with his love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for direction just from him,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sinking though, it's looking dim,&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the deep end, I'm swallowing the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;All I know now is deep, deep hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget all about me, just walk away&lt;br /&gt;My strength is gone, I can no longer stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c (a deep, deep sadness)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-3274110558561532774?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3274110558561532774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=3274110558561532774&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/3274110558561532774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/3274110558561532774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-lost-im-lost.html' title='I&apos;m Lost, I&apos;m Lost'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-4862990759243276065</id><published>2007-07-11T14:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:51:42.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance, Dance, Dance!</title><content type='html'>Dance, Dance, Dance,&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance,&lt;br /&gt;Unfold the soul,&lt;br /&gt;In sweet romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitch up your garments&lt;br /&gt;And swing your hips&lt;br /&gt;Sing the song&lt;br /&gt;That’s on your lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance wherever you find a place&lt;br /&gt;And don’t mistake its strong embrace&lt;br /&gt;For dancing lets you feel alive&lt;br /&gt;Lift up your hands and start to jive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-4862990759243276065?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4862990759243276065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=4862990759243276065&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/4862990759243276065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/4862990759243276065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/dance-dance-dance.html' title='Dance, Dance, Dance!'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-6522537983640836607</id><published>2007-07-11T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:29:11.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Towards the Heavens</title><content type='html'>I sleep between the cherry tops&lt;br /&gt;I slumber on my own,&lt;br /&gt;I walk amongst the mountaintops&lt;br /&gt;With moss and rolling stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for help amongst the stars&lt;br /&gt;I prayed I’d know my way,&lt;br /&gt;I waited for deliverance&lt;br /&gt;From night and dark of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that no one finds me&lt;br /&gt;While I’m searching for the sun,&lt;br /&gt;This journey I’m embarking on&lt;br /&gt;Has only just begun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-6522537983640836607?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6522537983640836607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=6522537983640836607&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/6522537983640836607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/6522537983640836607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/towards-heavens.html' title='Towards the Heavens'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-7102960897571005847</id><published>2007-07-11T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:27:24.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mystery</title><content type='html'>I hided there,&lt;br /&gt;I had no care,&lt;br /&gt;Became aware,&lt;br /&gt;Of those out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept, waited, wondered…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-7102960897571005847?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-2054859613406934306</id><published>2007-07-11T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:25:05.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lethargic</title><content type='html'>I feel no sense of purpose, no drive left to win,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lost the fire within me, I’m shattered from the outside, in.&lt;br /&gt;No one looks familiar; there are voices in my head.&lt;br /&gt;They pester all my dreams at night; to them I’m better off dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t seem to muster the strength, to get out of this mess,&lt;br /&gt;Where has all this come from? Wanting to be the best?&lt;br /&gt;Dark forces surround me; they cover all my light,&lt;br /&gt;I’m draining very quickly, can’t put up a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need the energy to stop this, but I don’t feel help at hand,&lt;br /&gt;There is no one out there, no place for the trying man.&lt;br /&gt;I’m crying deep within my soul, I’m trapped, alone and weak,&lt;br /&gt;I want so bad to find my way, but my mouth can’t even speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m withering beneath you and still you hear no pain,&lt;br /&gt;I’m dying with the gifts you gave me; I’m falling from the strain.&lt;br /&gt;I needed your direction, months and months ago,&lt;br /&gt;But now my feathers are broken and I have no place to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won’t you lift me up from here, and take me to your home?&lt;br /&gt;I am so very tired, abandoned, all alone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-2054859613406934306?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2054859613406934306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=2054859613406934306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/2054859613406934306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/2054859613406934306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/lethargic.html' title='Lethargic'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-699458254232726674</id><published>2007-07-11T14:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:19:55.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Energy of Will</title><content type='html'>So much inside that needs to get out,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help myself, just shout, just shout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever consumed with energy of will,&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to put it, overkill, overkill…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me express it, the language of good,&lt;br /&gt;Instead of being misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer stand to be alone&lt;br /&gt;So pick up the phone, pick up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh won’t you help me get out of this place?&lt;br /&gt;Consumed by grace, no space, no space…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-699458254232726674?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/699458254232726674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=699458254232726674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/699458254232726674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/699458254232726674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/energy-of-will.html' title='Energy of Will'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-4329953061027361150</id><published>2007-07-11T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:18:16.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emptied Out</title><content type='html'>I’m going to the dark place in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to a place that’s hard to find&lt;br /&gt;Wondering off to the desert of my soul&lt;br /&gt;Deep, dark within the deepest hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to a place I’ve never been&lt;br /&gt;I’m seeing things that should not be seen&lt;br /&gt;I’m lonelier now than I’ve ever been&lt;br /&gt;No smile, no happiness, no space to scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No-one to turn to, in this desert place&lt;br /&gt;Not a soul around from the human race&lt;br /&gt;No peep, no song, no familiar face&lt;br /&gt;Just miles and miles of empty space.                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-4329953061027361150?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4329953061027361150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=4329953061027361150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/4329953061027361150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/4329953061027361150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/emptied-out.html' title='Emptied Out'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-4998489284810304536</id><published>2007-07-11T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:14:18.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear me say – YAY!</title><content type='html'>Can you hear me say YAY! When you call my name?&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me say lead me away from this pain?&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me say where is all the glory?&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me say; “That’s a different story! “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you find me searching from end to end?&lt;br /&gt;Looking for the God that once was my friend?&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual awaken-ness awaits my lonely soul&lt;br /&gt;But I hope it comes before I get old…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this fight for?&lt;br /&gt;Must I always feel alone?&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned by man and wife&lt;br /&gt;Their hearts made of stone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you can save us but why must we wait?&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the pain of the things that frustrate&lt;br /&gt;But still I wait for you because I know you’ll pull through&lt;br /&gt;And without hope in the Lord what else would I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life would be meaningless and dismal all the time&lt;br /&gt;Without a hope at all and people that are kind&lt;br /&gt;And I know I will find you because there is no other&lt;br /&gt;In God I trust the same as thy mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Conlan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-4998489284810304536?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4998489284810304536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=4998489284810304536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/4998489284810304536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/4998489284810304536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/hear-me-say-yay.html' title='Hear me say – YAY!'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-2345688010060835224</id><published>2007-07-11T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T08:26:17.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living the Dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rush runs over me, no sign of stopping&lt;br /&gt;I feel my limbs, they are a popping.&lt;br /&gt;Joy is in my life once again&lt;br /&gt;I’m floating so free like a bird or a plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m up in the clouds, floating and gliding,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t feel the ground, my heart is abiding&lt;br /&gt;My energy soars; I’m fast as light,&lt;br /&gt;There is peace within, no sign of a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m rushing from here to there back again&lt;br /&gt;I only see gain, I only see gain??&lt;br /&gt;Where has it come from, this energy that ignites?&lt;br /&gt;I’m fascinated by this feeling, bright light, bright light…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinning and twirling till hours of late&lt;br /&gt;I’m dancing through life, no sign of deflate&lt;br /&gt;I’m here! I’m alive! How wonderful the feeling&lt;br /&gt;Feel my heart beat, I’m touching the ceiling …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-2345688010060835224?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2345688010060835224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=2345688010060835224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/2345688010060835224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/2345688010060835224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/living-dream.html' title='The Long Rush'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-8094777236208070699</id><published>2007-07-11T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:01:24.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When</title><content type='html'>When o when will I fly? See my destiny before I die? Or keep frustrated and live a lie? Why oh why cant I? just fly, just fly, just fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-8094777236208070699?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8094777236208070699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=8094777236208070699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/8094777236208070699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/8094777236208070699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/when.html' title='When'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975562490282242484.post-8313052565951101247</id><published>2007-07-11T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T12:10:20.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Creative Curse</title><content type='html'>There are so many emotions soaked up with the paint water, these emotions seap onto the artists' canvas but are very seldom appreciated. It takes a special person to appreciate the emotion that an artist is trying to express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The realm of colour wells from the pit of the artists' soul onto a blank page and there it becomes something different - a communicative form - a way for us to see, a vision that changes our hearts if we so let it. But we must let it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be called into a life as a artist is not an easy one, it is sometimes a curse. Drawn by a wave of emotion that is stronger than the changing tide, you must obey! You must obey, I must obey? But I don't want to, I want to stay in my comfortable place, where no-one can see me! I don't want people to know my heart, why do I have to share? I want to hide away, not share!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP! I do want to share, I am just a little scared. Do you blame me? My heart wants to love and be kind but this world doesn't see me, it just sees profit and if I am not profitable then I have no use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creative curse is bestowed upon you from birth, there are many people who do not follow it and remain unfulfilled. Those who follow it remain misunderstood but they realise the meaning of their lives and they take it to the core, they express what needs to be expressed and they remain the type of character(s) that everyone wishes they had the courage to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the creative curse that sets you free *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4975562490282242484-8313052565951101247?l=anartyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8313052565951101247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4975562490282242484&amp;postID=8313052565951101247&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/8313052565951101247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4975562490282242484/posts/default/8313052565951101247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anartyheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/creative-curse.html' title='The Creative Curse'/><author><name>Lisa.c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604340835397522882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
