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  <subtitle>The Magickal Pen</subtitle>
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  <updated>2012-01-08T00:23:25Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rfennelly:30794</id>
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    <title>The First Moon&amp;rsquo;s Call</title>
    <published>2012-01-08T00:23:25Z</published>
    <updated>2012-01-08T00:23:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Moon rises high overhead&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And light from HER hand&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;spills down like droplets&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;of soft rain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Stars sparkle in the&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;velvet of HER night&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;cloak and darkness&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;beckons to be held&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;in HER embrace.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All of earth moves&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;in the rise and fall&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;of Her breath and&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;the great waters&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;are quickened under&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Her watchful eye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I sit in the silence&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;of moonlit night&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and weep at the&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;profound beauty&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;of Luna’s rise.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For in this moment&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;of moonlight’s grace&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;SHE and I are one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Monday heralds the first of the Full Moons of the calendar year 2012.&amp;#160; It is a full moon in Cancer- the Moon being the planetary ruler of this astrological sign. Cancer is also a Cardinal sign- meaning that it’s energies are that of beginnings or first outpourings so that something more concrete may be attained. So, opportunities abound for healing, strengthening and fine tuning your emotional SELF.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As I sit on my porch gazing up at the moon, now almost Full, the magnetic pull is palpable and I am reminded of the deep waters that are held within me and how they are reflections of the moon’s tides. I am called to review and assess what the energies of this New Year will bring and how I may more fully embrace my intuitive and compassionate nature.&amp;#160; My birthday is also just a few weeks away, so this time of the year always brings out a more reflective side of me.&amp;#160; And, the time feels ripe for gathering up and drawing inward what needs to be nurtured in the months ahead.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What calls to you as the fullness of the Moon takes hold? And, what areas of your being will you allow HER Light to pull to the surface for a closer look?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Blessings of Moon Light’s Magick!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rfennelly:30699</id>
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    <title>Happy New Year!</title>
    <published>2012-01-01T21:18:21Z</published>
    <updated>2012-01-01T21:19:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I stand in the last hours &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;before transition to the New Year &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Images and recollections of all that &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;this old year has brought &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;flash before me and I feel the &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;hope that these things bring. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I stand at the mid time as &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;midnight rings in the new &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Images and aspirations &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;of dreams to accomplish &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;and goals to achieve &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;light up the&amp;#160; night &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;sky as stars twinkle high above. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I stand in the sunlight of &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;the first day of a new year &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;and anticipation courses through me &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;like an electric flash of brilliance. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;New journeys- new opportunities &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;the old and the new in harmonious &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;blend as I chart a new course &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;for this year. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;May you all have a joyous and blessed Year of 2012. If you’d like to read more please take a look at my article at WitchVox: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.witchvox.com/va/dt_va.html?a=uspa&amp;amp;c=words&amp;amp;id=14900" href="http://www.witchvox.com/va/dt_va.html?a=uspa&amp;amp;c=words&amp;amp;id=14900"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2198a6; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Our Inner Resolve&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>A Weekly Reflection: School&amp;rsquo;s In Session</title>
    <published>2011-09-04T18:47:58Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-04T18:47:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img height="193" src="http://www.robinfennelly.com/Fallarchway.jpg" width="277" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The air is becoming crisper with threads of winter’s cold woven through and all around us we see nature preparing for the Winter months that will soon be upon us. Leaves are changing color, the crops of Summer’s bounty are falling to the blades of the harvest and much of the natural world is returning to the earth for renewal and release. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;For many, this is also the time of return to classrooms, education, regular work hours and longer nights spent cozy and warm indoors. And, although in the outer world the appearance is that of reaping, internally, there is a new planting and seeding going on simultaneously as we begin another season traditionally given over to learning.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Personally, I&amp;#160; love this time of the year. In particular, the smells and sounds that abound are ripe with memories of picking out school supplies and a fresh start at learning new things and making the “grade”.&amp;#160; So, as time and weather steadily move us indoors, why not consider making some time to plant some new seeds of thought.&amp;#160; Now is the perfect time to begin the study of something that has held your interest. This new course can be as complex as signing up for an adult education or college class or as simple and self-driven as doing a little research, investing in a book written by an expert in that subject and finding a cozy chair, good reading light and plunge right in.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;We should never stop learning. We should never cease to seek out new knowledge and new experiences. And, we should never underestimate the potential and capabilities we may have inadvertently left unrecognized and unexplored. For it within these paths that we often find just what we need for our own personal growth…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Happy Exploring…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>A Weekly Reflection: Just Touch the Door Handle!</title>
    <published>2011-08-15T23:53:46Z</published>
    <updated>2011-08-15T23:53:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Something you will hear as common goal for any who walk a spiritual path is that of wanting to affect change. This change may take on the look of self-transformation, community action and advocacy, global consciousness, or any combination of these three or others. Often accompanying this desire, personal practice and learning evolves to support and better accommodate our wanting to see viable, visible and at times concretely tangible results of our efforts.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Affecting change can be as simple, yet as profound as turning awareness to the energetic imprint we leave on everything we touch, encounter, move pass or engage. If we consider how often in the course of a single day we open a door, hand over money for purchases, move past another individual or simply enter a room, the opportunity to affect change increases exponentially. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Have you ever been sitting in a public spot fully engrossed in reading, chatting or doing work? And, a stranger walks past. There is no eye contact, no word spoken no overt exchange of any kind that was cause you to notice; yet the serenity, intensity and positive nature of this person causes you to look up. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;At that moment a portion of that person’s energy has just affected your own. Something they have cultivated (whether intentionally or organically) within themselves has spilled over into the way they carry themselves as they move through the world. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Now, imagine for a moment, bolstering and fueling that with the intent of being the catalyst for positive change. Enlivening each step you take with the intent of sending healing energy to the earth. Enlivening each interaction you have, whether with a stranger or loved one, with acknowledgement of the Divine spark they carry within. Enlivening everything you touch with a blessing for health, renewal, good outcome for any who subsequently reach out to take hold. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;So, as you go through your spiritual practice, readings and exercises offer a portion of that intent towards sharing the gifts of energy, healing and good intent as you move through the mundane activities of your day. Be mindful of the subtle impact you have on others. Then, go ahead and just touch the door handle filled with this intent!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* Note:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;This writing was informed by a recent conversation had with a dear friend; who put it so succinctly- &lt;i&gt;“Just Touch the Door Handle!”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>A Weekly Reflection: The Truth</title>
    <published>2011-07-27T00:50:58Z</published>
    <updated>2011-07-27T00:50:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Truth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Truth so simple&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Mind explodes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;To meet itself&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Running back in all things&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;… Rumi….&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Each day we awaken to our worlds of sight, touch, and the sounds that clamor for our attention and response. Each day we strive to achieve and move forward and do so in such an utterly complicated and circuitous way that we return each evening tired and drained from our exertions. When, in Truth, the way is simple and the obstacles we face and disconnectedness we feel are of our own making. Slow down. Open yourself to moving through your day in a new and simpler way.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Seeing is the Truth when eyes grow blind and all that was hidden is seen in its true clarity.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Feeling is the Truth when every sinew, muscle and bone longs for the touch of that which is held in the memory of endless time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Words are the truth when they are the sacred echoes carried on the winds of transformation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And of all the truths we may hold as our own-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Love is the Truth that when given freely and unconditionally unifies all in its embrace. For in its simple truth lay the pure nature of what is the entirety and source of everything.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In all your actions return to a state of Loving deeply and fully- it is that simple.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rfennelly:29202</id>
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    <title>A Weekly Reflection: The Intelligence of the Heart</title>
    <published>2011-07-17T22:26:39Z</published>
    <updated>2011-07-17T22:26:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/rfennelly/pic/0001k42p"&gt;&lt;img title="Joshua Bell.Photo by Chris Lee" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="173" alt="Joshua Bell.Photo by Chris Lee" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/rfennelly/pic/0001p05k" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The music is held closely to my heart      &lt;br /&gt;It reverberates through       &lt;br /&gt;the passages and corridors of what lay within&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The vibration pushes against      &lt;br /&gt;each door and the scared sound       &lt;br /&gt;once being heard       &lt;br /&gt;unlocks the most secret and secure of chambers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Notes of breathless beauty      &lt;br /&gt;flood in filling each space       &lt;br /&gt;with arpeggios of light       &lt;br /&gt;that dance delicately into       &lt;br /&gt;the furthest and darkest corners&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Music fills my mind      &lt;br /&gt;the geometric visions unraveling and       &lt;br /&gt;opening the currents of flow       &lt;br /&gt;crystalline webs spun       &lt;br /&gt;each intent upon catching       &lt;br /&gt;within its center the cosmic&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;sustenance of the Soul&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Each note hangs as though      &lt;br /&gt;suspended in mid-air-       &lt;br /&gt;the point within the field       &lt;br /&gt;of Divine Creation       &lt;br /&gt;Each note in harmony       &lt;br /&gt;with the other creating       &lt;br /&gt;the urge of impulse that       &lt;br /&gt;forms the threshold to the unknown&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The door to the great unseen      &lt;br /&gt;flung open wide       &lt;br /&gt;as the key turns the lock ~       &lt;br /&gt;Sound, rhythm and vibration of       &lt;br /&gt;energetic seed in consummate union       &lt;br /&gt;with the the womb of sacred intelligence&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Music and mortal embrace      &lt;br /&gt;resonance and harmonics       &lt;br /&gt;the essence of genetic and celestial being       &lt;br /&gt;and in the symphony of silence       &lt;br /&gt;Life becomes the progeny       &lt;br /&gt;of creative emanation ....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;This poem was written last year&amp;#160; during my daughter's concert with The Philadelphia Sinfonia Youth Orchestra. Music has always touched me in a deep and very profound way. Sitting, with eyes closed and allowing the flow of rhythm and vibration to wash over me served as transport into the realms of inner mind, feeling and urge. We are surrounded daily by music, yet most of us barely acknowledge or connect with the harmony or discord that is crafted by voice, vehicle, machine, nature or the simple beating of our heart. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The rhythmic beating of our hearts as we move through the activities and mental processes of our day is the symphony that guides us. A rapid beating signals that we are in a state of anticipation or excitement. The slow rhythmical beating of one who is at rest or in relaxed state, creates the endorphic state of joy. The pounding rhythm of a heart in the midst of exercise to maintain the body rivals the boldest of marches and affirms that we are vital, potent and very much alive. And, within this flood of emotion and action come the gems of reason; each stimulating a seed thought about the experience. Each calling forth a union of mind and heart in a way that spawns the great visions and creative efforts that withstand time. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;picture credit: Joshua Bell from the movie-&lt;em&gt; “Music of the Heart”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rfennelly:29168</id>
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    <title>A Weekly Reflection: Through These Eyes</title>
    <published>2011-07-16T17:25:12Z</published>
    <updated>2011-07-16T17:25:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/rfennelly/pic/0001gebt"&gt;&lt;img title="img_1954-1_thumb" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="img_1954-1_thumb" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/rfennelly/pic/0001hgr1" width="194" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inspired by a day at &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Wolf Sanctuary in Litiz, PA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I have seen the beauty of winter, the turning of the leaves and the greening of the woods &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;as summer takes its hold.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I have run with my family and moved silently through densely carpeted forest floor &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;seeking my prey.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I have called to my young and heard the music of my clan echo through the woods.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I have hunted and fought to claim my territory.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I have found sanctuary in my new home from a world that is quickly diminishing mine.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And, as I look out at human faces eager to know more of my stories and wild nature I question &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;which of us being held captive.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Wolf Sanctuary&lt;/strong&gt; serves as a rescue facility for wolves that have been displaced from their natural settings. In many cases this has been due to the desire of man to harness, and tame that which is wild. The sanctuary sits on 22 acres of land in PA Dutch country, and although this cannot replace the freedom that the wolves would experience in their natural homes it provides a place of safety and respect.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;For more information: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://wolfsancpa.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The Wolf Sanctuary: Home to the Speedwell Wolves&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>A Weekly Reflection: Those We Love</title>
    <published>2011-07-05T01:42:05Z</published>
    <updated>2011-07-05T01:42:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;These past months have brought the deaths of or grave illness to many of my friends’ loved ones. As I have watched each handle the challenges and grief that have come into their families, I am humbled by the courage, strength and grace with which they have met this inevitable part of the cycle of life.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am also reminded that at some point in time, we all will face these same challenges and that the best we can do and hope for is to treasure the time we have with our friends and loved ones.&amp;#160; Remember to find meaningful ways to express gratitude for those in your life. To keep them aware and always in the knowledge that they are loved. To regularly hold your friends and loved ones close to you and feel their life’s blood beating in a heart that is akin to your own. Remember to look into eyes that are filled with the love you radiate out and never forget the precious gift of loving and being loved in return.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;May You Love and Live Well…&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Travel Through the Stars:The Hall of Cancer</title>
    <published>2011-06-30T00:13:34Z</published>
    <updated>2011-06-30T00:18:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;As soon as you step through the archway and the luminous white&amp;#160; glow of the Glyph of Cancer the smells of the ocean and its waters permeate your senses. The fullness of moonlight reflects back from water’s edge and there is a sense of stillness and anticipation as the waves gently crest and fall. You feel alive and connected to everything. Your senses are alive with sounds and sights that come in flashes of liquid and heart filled memory. Emotion wells up deep inside of you and the beauty and serenity of this place seems almost more than you can bear.&amp;#160; You pause for a moment regaining your composure and take a deep full breath to calm the rising emotions……. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/rfennelly/pic/0001d4dg"&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/rfennelly/pic/0001d4dg"&gt;&lt;img title="2810949_COM_cancer" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="110" alt="2810949_COM_cancer" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/rfennelly/pic/0001fgre" width="106" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Read More About the Astrological Sign of Cancer &lt;/font&gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;and this Pathworking at:&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robinfennelly.com/TravelThrStars%20Temple%20Cancer.htm"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Travel Through the Stars: A Monthly Walk Through the Zodiac&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>A Weekly Reflection: The Small joys of Spirit</title>
    <published>2011-06-28T11:38:22Z</published>
    <updated>2011-06-28T11:38:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We are continually reminded to look towards and to take note of those blessings in our lives that would otherwise go unnoticed.&amp;nbsp; The gentle smile of a stranger or precious time spent offering a kind word or act of encouragement and support. &lt;p&gt;We are told of the treasures that are to be found in stilling the mind and sitting simply and quietly in devotion to Deity. We are praised for selfless acts and move at times with the skill and precision of a surgeon in removing obstacles for those less fortunate than ourselves.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We offer up words of praise, comfort and inspiration and never skip a beat when speaking up for justice and equality. And, although these endeavors span far and wide they are still, nonetheless, only a fraction of measure of the joys we receive in kind from the Divine.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And, if you fill the space of your being with each of these &amp;ldquo;small&amp;rdquo; joys we eagerly offer to others in the name of God or Goddess, community or individual&amp;nbsp; you will have built the bridge of foundation that connects to the very heart of the Divine. This bridge holds the expanse of heavenly gaze, the breadth of earth-filled beauty and the return to the joy of Spirit within that blazes brightly when fed by the gifts of service.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For it is within this flame of desire to serve and give that is contained the illumination of our greater gnosis quickened by the waters of transformation, bolstered with the strength of perseverance and in the cumulative outpourings of a Spirit that has been nurtured by the lesser sum of its parts we return full circle to the small joys of Spirit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;.&lt;a href="http://themagickalpen.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/2527815-small-flame-of-a-burning-candle-in-darkness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://themagickalpen.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/2527815-small-flame-of-a-burning-candle-in-darkness.jpg?w=168&amp;amp;h=113" title="2527815-small-flame-of-a-burning-candle-in-darkness" class="alignright size-full wp-image-589" style="width: 172px; height: 117px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>A Weekly Reflection: Happy Father&amp;rsquo;s Day</title>
    <published>2011-06-19T12:49:56Z</published>
    <updated>2011-06-19T12:49:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;To the men who have reached &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;out with a strong hand and an open &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;heart to help another on their way.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To the men who look out at the world in joy &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and hope and share that vision of potential&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;with those around them. To those who &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;nurture that vision with a kind word and &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;a gentle hug.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To the men who have stood &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;in support of someone whose &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;voice had gone unheard.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To the men who have brought into &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;creation new ways of solving a &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;community’s problem, life-changing ideas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and been the inspiration for young men &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and women just beginning the &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;journey of their life’s work.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To all those men who have &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;served as role model, mentor &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and made a difference in the &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;life of their children or another’s-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Happy Father’s Day!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>A Weekly Reflection: The Pregnant Pause</title>
    <published>2011-06-05T23:28:32Z</published>
    <updated>2011-06-05T23:28:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;There is a way between voice and presence &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;where information flows. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;In disciplined silence it opens. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;With wandering talk it closes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;~ Jelaluddin Rumi ~ &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;We are a society of talkers. With the increased dynamics of technology, that talking state continues at multiple levels simultaneously. Texting while emailing, chatting while twittering and listening to a lecture while plugged into the latest music are the normal (and expected) ways of interacting.&amp;#160; Despite the appearance of making this even more connected, we have lost the art of listening. Deep conversations held one to one, with the space and time for pause and reflection are now the rarity. Listening and observing the flow of the conversation, the facial expressions and the subtle nuances that an i-cam misses are honed skills that we seem to have lost touch with. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;The greatest loss of all is that which is held in the space between conversing and listening; between word and silence. This is the space where creation takes place. Where what has been heard is mulled over, digested and stimulates creative response. It is this space of pregnant pause that holds the potential for birthing the deeper level of connection that we all so crave. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;As we move through the week. take some time to connect with a fellow human being. Sit quietly and deeply listen to what is being said. Breathe, pause and wait to give a response that has been informed by the silence between. Give birth to a new way of interacting and see where this river of silence takes you. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>A Weekly Reflection: Happy Mother&amp;rsquo;s Day</title>
    <published>2011-05-09T20:22:32Z</published>
    <updated>2011-05-09T20:22:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "&gt;&lt;font color="#020500"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Mother’s Day&lt;/strong&gt; to those who have &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "&gt;&lt;font color="#020500" size="3"&gt;given birth to children, ideas, dreams, art, music and writing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "&gt;&lt;font color="#020500" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Mother’s Day&lt;/strong&gt; to those who have nurtured and prodded, encouraged and loved enough to bring out the best in another.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "&gt;&lt;font color="#020500" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Mother’s Day&lt;/strong&gt; to those who have fought, cried out and stood in support of a cause or idea that would have fallen into the deep tombs apathy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "&gt;&lt;font color="#020500" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Mother’s Day&lt;/strong&gt; to those who have sacrificed and given their all &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "&gt;&lt;font color="#020500" size="3"&gt;when nothing was left to give to ensure the success of what they had given birth to.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "&gt;&lt;font color="#020500" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Mother’s Day&lt;/strong&gt; to those who have boldly declared that no woman &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "&gt;&lt;font color="#020500"&gt;is barren and the fruits of her womb and the merit of her worth need not only be &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "&gt;&lt;font color="#020500"&gt;measured in physical life, but also in those seeds of inspiration and hope that &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "&gt;&lt;font color="#020500"&gt;enliven the aspirations of others. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "&gt;&lt;font color="#020500" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Mother’s Day&lt;/strong&gt; top &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; women everywhere, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "&gt;&lt;font color="#020500" size="3"&gt;for within each of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the seed potential for &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "&gt;&lt;font color="#020500" size="3"&gt;creation!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: 13pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/rfennelly/pic/0001bee6"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="baby" border="0" alt="baby" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/rfennelly/pic/0001c913" width="244" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>A Weekly Reflection: Liberation</title>
    <published>2011-05-02T21:33:35Z</published>
    <updated>2011-05-02T21:33:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&amp;quot;Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate; our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within is. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;From Marianne Williamson's book &lt;strong&gt;A Return to Love and &lt;/strong&gt;was quoted by Nobel Prize–winner Nelson Mandela in his inaugural address.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I love this statement. The thought and action called for is so simple, yet most of us continually stand just at the brink of stepping into our own power. We wait to have our actions affirmed. We clamor for the degree or certificate or job that will announce our “arrival to success”. We eat less, exercise more and seek out the latest interventions to eradicate age, weight and appearance that in the eyes of others we think will diminish our beauty and strength.&amp;#160; In reality, all have to do is look in the mirror of our souls to see the power that is ours; listen to the words of those who love us unconditionally or see how another’s face lights up when we offer a smile or extend a hand.&amp;#160; When we embrace these things, as the quote above says … &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>A Weekly Reflection: Earth&amp;rsquo;s Blooming</title>
    <published>2011-04-26T00:27:58Z</published>
    <updated>2011-04-26T00:27:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/rfennelly/pic/0001555a"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1551" border="0" alt="IMG_1551" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/rfennelly/pic/00016kpq" width="187" height="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Earth is blooming!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Fields swell with&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;green, periwinkle and &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;buttercream buds.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;All life has&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;awakened and&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;joins in Spring tide’s dance.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The growing sun’s heat&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;pours down like liquid gold&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and streams of light extend&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and bend to kiss dewy bed&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;of moss and herb.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/rfennelly/pic/00017wpr"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1530" border="0" alt="IMG_1530" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/rfennelly/pic/000186ks" width="181" height="137" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The animals move&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;in anticipation of &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;summer’s coming&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;tides and grassy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;meadow offers&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;up her slender blades&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;as hungry mouths&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;enjoy flora’s feast.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All of Earth is blooming!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And this day I paused&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;just long enough&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;to join in &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Spring Tide’s Dance&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/rfennelly/pic/00019q2w"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1531" border="0" alt="IMG_1531" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/rfennelly/pic/0001a338" width="137" height="104" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Inspired by a trip with my husband to Lancaster, PA. April 24.2011&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Traveling Through the Stars: Taurus</title>
    <published>2011-04-23T00:46:41Z</published>
    <updated>2011-04-23T00:46:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Welcome the energy of Taurus and Learn more about the&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robinfennelly.com/TravelThrStars%20Modalities.htm"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Modalities&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; in the on-line course: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robinfennelly.com/TravelThrStars%20Front.htm"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Traveling Through the Stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/rfennelly/pic/000134gs"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="104" alt="image" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/rfennelly/pic/00014s73" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.robinfennelly.com/TravelThrStarsTaurus.htm" href="http://www.robinfennelly.com/TravelThrStarsTaurus.htm"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taurus: A Fiercely Beating Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Strength unmoved as dust swirls &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;around the stamping of hoof. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Fire rages in the heart and &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;coils of fevered breath move from &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;chamber of lung and throat, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;weaving between air’s stagnant web…. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;……&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robinfennelly.com/TravelThrStarsTaurus.htm"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;read more here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>An Offering for Earth Day: Flora&amp;rsquo;s Gait</title>
    <published>2011-04-22T13:10:48Z</published>
    <updated>2011-04-22T13:10:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;The vultures circle high above    &lt;br /&gt;their wings syncopating     &lt;br /&gt;Flora’s rhythm of Life.     &lt;br /&gt;The space within this natural world     &lt;br /&gt;is fertile and green     &lt;br /&gt;And where carion’s death hides     &lt;br /&gt;no point of&amp;#160; light can reveal….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Read More at my blog: &lt;a href="http://themagickalpen.wordpress.com/2010/05/01/floras-gait/"&gt;http://themagickalpen.wordpress.com/2010/05/01/floras-gait/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Keep our Mother in Your Heart every Day!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>A Weekly Reflection:Milestones of Choice</title>
    <published>2011-04-18T18:31:10Z</published>
    <updated>2011-04-18T18:31:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;There are many milestones that we take note of as we go through our lives.&amp;#160; Births, deaths, puberty, adulthood, middle age and old age. Some we have no choice about their occurrence and others such as marriage, education, vocation, etc.. are those which we select, fine tune and choose as our goal or life’s work.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was reminded of one of those milestones of choice yesterday as I stood in witness to an initiation within our Tradition of the &lt;a href="http://sacredwheel.org"&gt;Assembly of the Sacred Wheel&lt;/a&gt;. The young woman who was the soon to be a Third Degree&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;initiate entered the carefully prepared sacred space fully aware, fully present and eager to take up the work of the High Priestess and all that this would require. The 2-hour ritual represented the sum total of years of hard work, dedication, service and putting one’s free time towards the work of self growth to be more effective in the tasks that would come. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As I drove home, I thought back to my own Third Degree initiation 10 years ago when I too stood at that place of choosing. I thought back to the steps I also had taken, beginning with my dedication to &lt;a href="http://oakandwillow.org"&gt;Oak and Willow Coven&lt;/a&gt; and the ASW, that led me to a First Degree Initiation in 1998. I thought on all the work- both physically and spiritually,&amp;#160; done up to this point; much of which has made me more human, more understanding and acutely aware of my actions and the interconnected nature of all life.&amp;#160; And, in looking back at these various milestones that were self-selected it brought to mind the other self—selected milestones I had celebrated. Marriage, children, graduations and more flooded my thoughts and with each came a deeper sense of the crossroads and options that presented. I felt a sense of pride for those choices which had produced success and remembered the lessons learned from those that had failed. I realized that the greatest growth had come from creating many of those chosen highlights and although all were not always the final chapter of a particular goal, they propelled me forward, whether for positive or negative, in a way that would not have occurred had I sat idly by. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, sit in reflection on some of those things you may not have realized to be milestones at the time, but definitely had impact on who and where you are now. Sit in excited anticipation and plan those milestones that will be the markers for your future experience.&amp;#160; The important thing is to begin the process and enter it fully aware and fully present and eager to take up the work needed to create that turning point- a marker- a milestone that gives history to the work you have done as you’ve traveled the course of a lifetime. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt; Within the ASW we have 5 degrees of Initiation. The First Degree is that of dedicating oneself to walking and connecting more fully with this specific spiritual Path. The Second Degree is that of refining and defining the Magickal Persona and deeper knowledge of oneself. The Third Degree designates the initiate as leadership/clergy or High Priest/Priestess. They serve as leadership and teachers within their covens and are responsible for providing the foundations upon which their membership may grow. They are upholders of the Tradition’s values and serve as example of the potential we all hold.&amp;#160; Each initiatory experience builds upon the other and together the represent a considerable amount of work, effort and commitment to the Tradition and the larger pagan community. The Fourth and Fifth Degrees (Elder and Craft Father/Mother, respectively) relate to the continued growth of the Tradition, its support to the larger community and leadership guidance towards all the covens within the Tradition, rather than one specifically.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Lesson 13: A Year and A Day On the Wiccan Path</title>
    <published>2011-04-16T01:40:14Z</published>
    <updated>2011-04-16T01:40:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Temple stands ready&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and books of wisdom line the walls&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love fills this space &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;energy moves in rhythm &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;with breath and blood&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Gods surround &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;my Spirit rises in joyous embrace&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Great Work&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;now begun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The final installment in our Year and A Day Wicca online course. Enjoy! Check it out here:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.oakandwillow.org/Yad13%20Overview%20of%20the%20Lesson.htm" href="http://www.oakandwillow.org/Yad13%20Overview%20of%20the%20Lesson.htm"&gt;http://www.oakandwillow.org/Yad13%20Overview%20of%20the%20Lesson.htm&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>A Weekly Reflection: An Apache Prayer</title>
    <published>2011-04-13T22:50:52Z</published>
    <updated>2011-04-13T22:50:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;May the sun    &lt;br /&gt;bring you new energy by day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;May the moon    &lt;br /&gt;softly restore you by night.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;May the rain    &lt;br /&gt;wash away your worries.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;May the breeze    &lt;br /&gt;blow new strength into your being.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;May you walk    &lt;br /&gt;gently through the world and know     &lt;br /&gt;its beauty all the days of your life. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you move through your day, week, month and year let these words echo through you; connecting you to the energy of the natural world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/rfennelly/pic/000116hk"&gt;&lt;img title="0" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/rfennelly/pic/000125hr" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>A Weekly Reflection: Daily Spiritual Work</title>
    <published>2011-03-28T01:00:07Z</published>
    <updated>2011-03-28T01:00:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I recently was looking through some older papers I had and came across these daily spiritual exercises that were offered by philosopher, scientist and educator, Rudolph Steiner(1861-1925). His works encompassed a variety of spiritual disciplines and his unique perspective on consciousness and the spiritual Path propelled him to the status of what would today be considered a highly effective motivational speaker. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These daily activities of focus are timeless (despite their dated language) in their use and adaptable to whatever positive spiritual path you may be following. I have added the planetary correlate for each of the specific days to serve as further support to the precept for that day. Those who are versed in astrology and knowledge of the planetary energies will easily see the connections. And, for those who are not this additional component can either be ignored or serve as a tool for researching what those specific energies. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;SATURDAY: Right Thinking&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; SATURN *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Be aware of your thoughts. Gradually learn to separate in your thoughts the essential from the nonessential, the eternal from the transitory, and truth from mere opinion. When listening to conversation, try to become inwardly still, renouncing all agreement and, more important, all negative judgments (criticism and rejection). Do this in both thought and feeling.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUNDAY: Right Judgment&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; SUN *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Decide on even the most insignificant issues only after full, well-founded deliberation and reflection. Abstain from doing anything that has no significant reason. Once we are convinced that a decision is correct, adhere to it with inner steadfastness. This is “right judgment” because it was made independently of attraction or aversion.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;MONDAY: Right Word&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; MOON *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Avoid the usual sort of conversation that involves jumbled, simultaneous cross-talk. Listen thoughtfully to every statement and answer. Consider every approach. Never speak without a reason. Prefer silence. Try not to talk too much or too little. Listen quietly and process what you hear. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;TUESDAY: Right Deed&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; MARS *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Our outer actions should not disturb others. When we are moved inwardly (by conscience) to act, carefully weight how best to employ the occasion for the good of the whole, and the happiness of others and the eternal. When you act from yourself and your own initiative, weigh the consequences of your actions in the most fundamental way.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;WEDNESDAY: Right Standpoint&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; MERCURY *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In ordering your life, live in harmony with nature and spirit. Do not get buried in the external knickknacks of life. Avoid all that brings restlessness and haste to your life. Be neither impetuous nor lazy. Consider life as a means of inner work and development and act accordingly. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;THURSDAY: Right Striving&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; JUPITER*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Take care not to do anything beyond your power, but don’t leave anything undone that is within your ability. Pose goals that are connected with the highest of human responsibilities. In relation to these exercises, for example, try to develop yourself so that later---if not immediately—you may be better able to help and advise others. Let the preceding exercises become a habit!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;FRIDAY: Right Memory&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; VENUS * &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Strive to learn as much as possible from life. Nothing happens that does not give us the opportunity to gather experiences that are useful for life. If you have done something incorrectly or incompletely, it becomes an opportunity to do it correctly or completely later on. When you see others act, observe them with the same end in mind (but not without love). Do nothing without looking at past experiences that may help in your decisions and your actions. If you are attentive, you can learn much from everyone. including small children.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;* adapted from: Start Now! A Book of Soul and Spiritual Exercises,&lt;/i&gt; by Rudolph Steiner     &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rfennelly:25248</id>
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    <title>Traveling Through the Stars: On-Line Course</title>
    <published>2011-03-25T22:09:30Z</published>
    <updated>2011-03-25T22:09:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“ It All Begins At the Exact Moment You Were Born”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/rfennelly/pic/0000ztdz"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="astrology1" border="0" alt="astrology1" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/rfennelly/pic/00010krp" width="278" height="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="www.oakandwillow.org"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oak and Willow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is pleased to announce the expansion of its Traveling Through the Stars project. As we move through the changing of the sun signs each month we'll also be learning about the fascinating world of astrology, how to read your natal chart and the tools that are used to reveal the cosmic you. As the individual&amp;#160; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Basics of Astrology&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;links become available the stars and astrological glyphs will point the way. A special pathworking will be added to each of the signs as the year progresses through each to open the inner paths to your unique gifts.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Check it out at:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robinfennelly.com/TravelThrStars%20Front.htm"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;Traveling Through the Stars&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>A Weekly Reflection: World Poetry Day 3.21.2011</title>
    <published>2011-03-21T22:15:51Z</published>
    <updated>2011-03-21T22:15:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;In honor of “&lt;a href="http://www.un.org/en/events/poetryday/index.shtmlhttp://www.un.org/en/events/poetryday/index.shtml"&gt;World Poetry Day&lt;/a&gt;” and the new beginnings of the Spring Equinox:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/rfennelly/pic/0000xbpw"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="2791040961_27a3110cd6_o" border="0" alt="2791040961_27a3110cd6_o" align="left" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/rfennelly/pic/0000y5eh" width="202" height="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The sweet song of the birds&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;calls me from my winter's sleep&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;announcing that Spring has arrived.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I stretch and wipe the remnants of sleep&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;from slowly focusing eyes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sunlight streams though spider silk curtains of gauzy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;lightness and a soft and gentle breeze&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;carries the scent of newly awakened earth&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I stand from my soft bed of moss and greenery&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;the earth below my feet moist with fairy kissed dew&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;a leafy canopy of roof that shelters over head&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;filters early morning sunlight like shards&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;of the finest crystalline prism&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;All of nature surrounds me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The call to Spring heard&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;in the deep roots that&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;meander through&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;loamy earth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I lift my face upwards&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;towards sun drenched sky&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;and breathe in the&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;essence of newness&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Quickened life fills my being&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;and in harmony with&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;the eternal cycle&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I am clothed&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;in the fabric&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;of&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Gaia's Spring cloak&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>A Weekly Reflection: Held in A Space Of Light</title>
    <published>2011-03-14T18:16:58Z</published>
    <updated>2011-03-14T18:16:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;As I sit thinking on what to write this week, my thoughts and heart are turned towards the profound loss of life, home and income in wake of the earthquake and tsunami of Japan. The usual ramblings and concerns that I may have written of pale in the reflection of this catastrophe, and the many others that have occurred in recent times. The sorrow of all humanity for its own weighs heavy&amp;#160; as reminder of our interconnectedness. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;May Japan and her people be held in the Grace and Light of healing. May aid come swiftly and may the spirits of those whose lives have ended so abruptly be guided to their final rest and go forth shining into the Light of the Limitless All. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>A Weekly Reflection: Building a House of Cards</title>
    <published>2011-03-09T01:03:35Z</published>
    <updated>2011-03-09T01:03:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;With Spring almost upon us, and increasing demands on &lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/rfennelly/pic/0000ts3a"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="House of cards" border="0" alt="House of cards" align="right" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/rfennelly/pic/0000wc5c" width="164" height="122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my time, organizing my thoughts has become a must do. This pressing need spills over into my meditation practice as well. And, as I become more deeply entrenched in the demands of mundane life I am going for quality not quantity of time spent in reflection, communion and interaction with my spiritual self. To support this state of being I like to identify a few core foci to work with continually, over the months. Usually, each builds upon the other, much like the waxing of the Light half of the Year. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As I looked through copies of readings or exercises that I thought would be excellent tools for meditative practice, I realized that the random books, magazines or web articles seemed cumbersome and something I would not return to frequently. And, more importantly each time I set off for my evening meditation, I did not want to spend most of the allotted time finding what had drawn my attention initially. Eureka! I could use my index cards!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I routinely use blank index cards to record notes to myself, make my to do lists and throw in my purse as reminders for family and personal events. I like the flexibility of this method and most of all appreciate the fact that they easily and lightly fit in a purse, bag or even within the pages of a book I am taking notes on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now, to most the connotation of “a house of cards” has always been a negative one, filled with the imagery of a structure easily blown apart, likely to fall and just not durable. However, there is much to be said for Intent and Will as being the mortar that holds the house together.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I write out (or copy, if lengthy) the information that I will use as my focus for the intended focus of multiple meditations. They are kept in a beautifully decorated box and as I prepare to sit for my meditation, I select and reread or refresh my intent with the appropriate card (s). It may seem like extra work or you may be thinking “why anyone would need a card as a reference point?”. The key, for me personally, is the additional engagement that I am offering up to my intention. Taking the time to plan out, write out or read through makes use of the physical senses that contribute towards a synthesized and fully present process. This manner of focus and direction pinpoints precisely where I wish to hold my consciousness as I begin my meditation. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And, the greater outcome is that these simple, yet deeply connecting actions form the structure, framework and foundation that I can use as I open to accommodate and hold the energy of the higher connection with the Divine. This is the &lt;i&gt;House&lt;/i&gt; in which I find communion with my Higher Self. This is the House of Cards that will stand strong for eternity. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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