<?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-4806789280284600607</id><updated>2012-02-07T21:04:04.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life has a New Perspective</title><subtitle type='html'>inspired by the creative power of words...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tamara M Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431329497598298717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSQ4_MsUfU/TzH-Y9xUNRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yuYKRTz77gA/s220/July2010.jpg.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806789280284600607.post-8771595597913912818</id><published>2011-02-26T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T13:43:38.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natures Fury</title><content type='html'>﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2eVJgc8GDWw/TWluh4M7ONI/AAAAAAAAAYA/6kHJWNdcEkQ/s1600/main+beach+laguna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2eVJgc8GDWw/TWluh4M7ONI/AAAAAAAAAYA/6kHJWNdcEkQ/s1600/main+beach+laguna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laguna's Main Beach&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ Aft﻿er weeks of incredibly warm February weather, nature reminds me we are still in the midst of winter. Grey pewter skies have blown in across the great expanse of the Pacific Ocean, bringing large waves roaring into Laguna’s Main Beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Looking out across a wide stretch of sand there are no beachcombers today. Their absence reveals the beauty and love affair I have with the wildness of the sea. In the emptiness, I see life everywhere as the wind blows and rain steadily begins to fall. I watch sea gulls ride the thermal air gusts, twisting and dodging in flight as they try with all their might to enjoy the ride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-TXsWAl0qTKY/TWluoNKYvyI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BGzyebwJpdY/s1600/lb+storm+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-TXsWAl0qTKY/TWluoNKYvyI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BGzyebwJpdY/s1600/lb+storm+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laguna's windy shores&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Off in the distance, smoke curls rising out of chimneys leaving behind the memory of past loves fury warming my soul on cold wet days. But for today, I am left with only the warmth of a good book and the beauty and power of nature before me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Laguna is a place like no other with a personality and magnet all its own. The mega rich live in large rambling houses that hang over the ocean looking down on a more laid-back earthy crowd. Somehow their differences blend and enrich this community, creating the unique art colony that it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I find places have a way of molding us into who we are. If we let them, communities have the power to transfer life into each of us. If we are lucky, we find the hidden gems in the people and the beauty of the landscape and are drawn to give back and contribute. In the end, it’s all about connection to the earth, having the courage to share yourself, respecting the wonder of nature and believing we are where we should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-UEJEkiMlb0M/TWlutEMf9VI/AAAAAAAAAYI/OO8tjd6oA7I/s1600/victora+beach+laguna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-UEJEkiMlb0M/TWlutEMf9VI/AAAAAAAAAYI/OO8tjd6oA7I/s1600/victora+beach+laguna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Natures Fury&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806789280284600607-8771595597913912818?l=wordsherpa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/feeds/8771595597913912818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4806789280284600607&amp;postID=8771595597913912818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/8771595597913912818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/8771595597913912818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/2011/02/natures-fury.html' title='Natures Fury'/><author><name>Tamara M Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431329497598298717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSQ4_MsUfU/TzH-Y9xUNRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yuYKRTz77gA/s220/July2010.jpg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2eVJgc8GDWw/TWluh4M7ONI/AAAAAAAAAYA/6kHJWNdcEkQ/s72-c/main+beach+laguna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806789280284600607.post-2320993625352910244</id><published>2011-01-07T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T20:32:44.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making This My Best Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/TSfkp2IDcRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/9KW6s2oOGso/s1600/DSCN5726_502.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/TSfkp2IDcRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/9KW6s2oOGso/s320/DSCN5726_502.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 1, 2011 began with crystal blue skies full of large cotton ball like clouds that stretch across the ocean reaching to the edge of the horizon line. As I sit high above the ocean in a beach chair wrapped in blankets, the warmth of the sun penetrates my senses as I close my eyes and drift away with the wind. Seagulls dart across the sky soaring just beyond reach and I’m lost in the repeating roll of the pounding surf. Its roar tempers thoughts of my dreams for&amp;nbsp;this New Year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natures wonder is truly our gift from God. The importance of making time to nourish our souls in nature provides clarity, direction and solitude from a life of never ending challenges. Its power simplifies, reminding me to dream big dreams without the need to have all the answers. I feel the universe expand and contract with each breath and believe the Source of all life is here in this moment. The fact that there is very little spiritual truth in our contemporary culture continues to force me to look inward. It is there I find my untapped energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;am eager to move forward with expanding awareness, focused on an inner purpose that directs me toward life’s next cycle. Birth brings expansion,&amp;nbsp;growth brings wisdom and I see the inherent connection of letting go of my ego to become more conscious of my inner spirit opening me to a better world. Nature reminds me stress or stuggle are a sign that the ego has taken over my thinking. Negative reactions surface when I encounter obstacles and separate myself from spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this first day of 2011, I make a conscious effort to align my outer purpose, what I do… with my inner purpose and mental awakening. &lt;em&gt;How &lt;/em&gt;I do &lt;em&gt;what &lt;/em&gt;I do, will determine whether I am fulfilling my destiny and more importantly what I am able to give to the world. I make a personal commitment today to do things differently. Stupidity is relatively harmless, but intelligent stupidity is highly dangerous. I have only one chance to live my best life and the only way I can think to do this, is to ensure I am on purpose every day.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I will strive to tap into every ounce of my creativity in ways that will expand my thinking. I will give encouragement to those who are sick or&amp;nbsp;feel lost, give my love in abundance, demonstrate the power of my faith to those in need. We each have a choice in how we allow our lives to play out and touch others.&amp;nbsp; Today, I believe this will be my best year yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806789280284600607-2320993625352910244?l=wordsherpa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/feeds/2320993625352910244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4806789280284600607&amp;postID=2320993625352910244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/2320993625352910244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/2320993625352910244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/2011/01/making-this-my-best-year.html' title='Making This My Best Year'/><author><name>Tamara M Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431329497598298717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSQ4_MsUfU/TzH-Y9xUNRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yuYKRTz77gA/s220/July2010.jpg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/TSfkp2IDcRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/9KW6s2oOGso/s72-c/DSCN5726_502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806789280284600607.post-6927606207949295249</id><published>2010-11-20T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T22:13:57.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to My Mothers Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/TOidDNelJlI/AAAAAAAAAWY/CJHuL8WMkWA/s1600/Stefani+in+fur.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/TOidDNelJlI/AAAAAAAAAWY/CJHuL8WMkWA/s320/Stefani+in+fur.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My mother died Thanksgiving Day, November 25, 1990 at the age of 57. By the time the ambulance reached San Pedro Hospital, she had already fallen into a deep coma. Once she reached the E.R., a series of brain scans revealed the trauma of a massive stroke left little hope she would regain consciousness. Over the coming week, Stefani’s team of doctors continued to run tests while they began to prepare our family for her death. What those doctors had not anticipated, was&amp;nbsp;my mother's ability to wage a&amp;nbsp;tireless fight. For fourteen days, she fought to stay alive hanging on in a deep coma long enough for each member of our family to say goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout those days, I never stopped believing she could overcome death and live to tell the story. However, this time prayer wouldn’t be good enough to save my mother from an early death; God had other plans for her. I regret never having the opportunity to hear her voice again or not being able to have one more conversation to thank her for all she had contributed to my life. Unlike so many other people who lose a parent, I was one of the lucky ones&amp;nbsp;given time to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following two gut-renching weeks of holding on to hope my mother chose to walk into the white light, leaving my sister and I to go home to grieve. We both knew then, that our endless prayers to God didn't have the power to&amp;nbsp;change the outcome. Our mother had made the decision to let go on her own to&amp;nbsp;be with God. She faded away, believing it was her time and now we were left to honor her decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That first evening alone without her, I remember lying on the bed in her guest room looking out the window at a full moon and a string of Christmas lights dotting the hillside above her home. I wondered then how people could possibly celebrate Christmas, now that my mother had left the planet. How would my sister and I ever be able to celebrate Christmas, New Years Eve, Easter, Mother’s Day, birthdays and another Thanksgiving for the rest of our lives without her leading the festivities? How would I find the strength to overcome my dark&amp;nbsp;depression and muster the courage to let go of her love and&amp;nbsp;begin to rebuild my life in positive, healthy ways? How could I be sure I would not forget her voice, her smile, her laugh, her warm caring touch, her strength, her wisdom, her courage to always follow the right path and most importantly, her endless uncompromising love for my sister Valerie and I? She had never tired in wanting the best for me or my sister and took every opportunity to encourage us both to be wise, capable and strong women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My greatest fear was that time would have the power to erase my mother’s memory. That night was twenty years ago this week and there hasn’t been a day in between I haven’t thought of Stefani and all the love she brought into my life. She was an incredible human being who always chose the high road in her relationships giving away her love freely. After twenty years, I can happily say that her love has not faded from my memory because she lives on in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year I will celebrate Thanksgiving by giving thanks for the gift of my mother’s love. For it is through her, I learned my values, the meaning of love and the bond&amp;nbsp;of family. Time has erased the pain of her loss, but has proven powerless against erasing her memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806789280284600607-6927606207949295249?l=wordsherpa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/feeds/6927606207949295249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4806789280284600607&amp;postID=6927606207949295249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/6927606207949295249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/6927606207949295249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/2010/11/tribute-to-my-mothers-love.html' title='A Tribute to My Mothers Love'/><author><name>Tamara M Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431329497598298717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSQ4_MsUfU/TzH-Y9xUNRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yuYKRTz77gA/s220/July2010.jpg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/TOidDNelJlI/AAAAAAAAAWY/CJHuL8WMkWA/s72-c/Stefani+in+fur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806789280284600607.post-7438468333773969418</id><published>2010-10-05T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T06:54:58.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday - A Day of Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/TKqo7H4_nfI/AAAAAAAAAWU/mGIa1vFN8wU/s1600/birthday+cake+2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/TKqo7H4_nfI/AAAAAAAAAWU/mGIa1vFN8wU/s320/birthday+cake+2.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a day of promise; of hopefulness, and cheer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For this is my day to remember &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lives that touch my heart each year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is the day I reflect, on all I have to give &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I am blessed with another year to live &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So many special memories are woven into my life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;None of them&amp;nbsp;as powerful as God giving me&amp;nbsp;a second chance&amp;nbsp;at life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Overcoming cancer opened&amp;nbsp;my soul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I understand it is&amp;nbsp;love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That&amp;nbsp;truly makes me whole &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The love and wonder of my life, is what I celebrate today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I send&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;love and happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I look forward to another day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806789280284600607-7438468333773969418?l=wordsherpa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/feeds/7438468333773969418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4806789280284600607&amp;postID=7438468333773969418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/7438468333773969418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/7438468333773969418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-birthday-day-of-promise.html' title='My Birthday - A Day of Promise'/><author><name>Tamara M Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431329497598298717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSQ4_MsUfU/TzH-Y9xUNRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yuYKRTz77gA/s220/July2010.jpg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/TKqo7H4_nfI/AAAAAAAAAWU/mGIa1vFN8wU/s72-c/birthday+cake+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806789280284600607.post-4702033769407885072</id><published>2010-09-06T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T08:24:29.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Strength of Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/TIWSWUhLq_I/AAAAAAAAAWM/_VLHeZagC7s/s1600/forgiveness.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/TIWSWUhLq_I/AAAAAAAAAWM/_VLHeZagC7s/s320/forgiveness.jpg" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Who is it that you cannot forgive? We each have a list of people who did us wrong or who were never&amp;nbsp;able to quite live up to our expectations. If your name is on that list, you are not the only person on the earth with a dark secret. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Holding on to the past and failing to grasp the importance of forgiveness depletes your soul. Moving forward with life becomes impossible. Living in the past drains all the positive energy we need to create a joyous future. Close your eyes, can you feel your anger in the pit of your stomach and the power of those unrealized expectations eating away at your dreams? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directing our negative emotion toward others will never penetrate their heart as deeply, or as completely as the grip it has on you. It is time to ask if giving them your power is worth repeatedly reliving how you’ve been wronged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness is the beginning to understanding our anxieties and feelings of unhappiness. I believe our failure to know joy is a direct reflection of our inability to forgive. So come clean, what are you holding onto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how deep your pain, believing your life is not worth the power of letting go keeps you shrouded in darkness. It is easy to believe our unwillingness to forgive centers around&amp;nbsp;our false perception that it serves as our armour against the pain. Have you noticed how the pain grows as you relive it every day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a clear focus, the joy we all deserve lies just beyond our ability to start living life in the present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long are you willing to&amp;nbsp;wait before you are ready to stop playing the same game? Experience tells me life is short and the days we focus on the past, take us away from the minutes, days, months and years we have left to experience the joy and wonder we are meant to live in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806789280284600607-4702033769407885072?l=wordsherpa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/feeds/4702033769407885072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4806789280284600607&amp;postID=4702033769407885072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/4702033769407885072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/4702033769407885072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/2010/09/strength-of-forgiveness.html' title='The Strength of Forgiveness'/><author><name>Tamara M Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431329497598298717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSQ4_MsUfU/TzH-Y9xUNRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yuYKRTz77gA/s220/July2010.jpg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/TIWSWUhLq_I/AAAAAAAAAWM/_VLHeZagC7s/s72-c/forgiveness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806789280284600607.post-7956200874567189724</id><published>2010-07-25T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T08:42:47.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/TE0b2gsrGsI/AAAAAAAAAV8/X4Jt3OGzMsQ/s1600/yoga+lake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/TE0b2gsrGsI/AAAAAAAAAV8/X4Jt3OGzMsQ/s400/yoga+lake.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What are you healing from? A life threatening illness, the end of a relationship, the death of a lover, a friend, or family member? Have you struggled to overcome addiction and gone to hell and back in search of finding your soul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Healing comes to us in many forms and is a neverending process of life’s journey. With it comes the emotions of fear, sadness, loss, and ultimately, the need to adapt to change. I believe we have a responsibility to learn from the challenges’s put before us. My challenge was to embrace the fact that the universe was handing me a lesson I needed to learn.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;could either die or fight to overcome my fears,&amp;nbsp;with the goal that this experience&amp;nbsp;would make me a stronger human being. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My path to healing from cancer took many twists and turns. I found healing, in the support and comfort I received from friends and family. I found healing, by beginning to honor my body in ways that embraced the love they showed me, allowing me to love myself even in&amp;nbsp;my darkest moments. I found healing, through the beauty and wonder in nature. The stars seemed brighter, the sunsets more colorful, the waves crashing on the beach louder, the unique beauty of the desert became more interesting, the peace of waking beside a lake more serene. God appeared to me in all these acts of love and places of beauty and I knew I was never alone in my struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my life has a new perspective. I am blessed for having gone through the pain of cancer.&amp;nbsp; Loosing my hair was only a minor inconvenience, although I admit&amp;nbsp;looking in the mirror&amp;nbsp;some days tested&amp;nbsp;my views about&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;sense of&amp;nbsp;self worth.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Not being able to digest food for the better part of a year and all that came with chemo and radiation, brought me to the depths of despair&amp;nbsp;on many&amp;nbsp;occassions.&amp;nbsp; There were days, I actually felt&amp;nbsp;I was slowly dying inside.&amp;nbsp; My body and strength were being tested and&amp;nbsp;I remember silently wondering if&amp;nbsp;I might loose&amp;nbsp;this battle.&amp;nbsp; Looking back,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;came through my journey wiser, more compassionate, and more deeply connected to others. Moving through the process of healing opened up my creativity and need to communicate the profoundly powerful lessons we all can learn.&amp;nbsp; The key is to&amp;nbsp;pay close attention to the individual&amp;nbsp;lessons hidden&amp;nbsp;within&amp;nbsp;our pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you to seek to understand your&amp;nbsp;journey of&amp;nbsp;healing, be patient with yourself&amp;nbsp;-- healing takes time, connect to a power greater than yourself&amp;nbsp;and you too will find the power to be transformed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806789280284600607-7956200874567189724?l=wordsherpa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/feeds/7956200874567189724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4806789280284600607&amp;postID=7956200874567189724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/7956200874567189724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/7956200874567189724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/2010/07/power-of-healing.html' title='The Power of Healing'/><author><name>Tamara M Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431329497598298717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSQ4_MsUfU/TzH-Y9xUNRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yuYKRTz77gA/s220/July2010.jpg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/TE0b2gsrGsI/AAAAAAAAAV8/X4Jt3OGzMsQ/s72-c/yoga+lake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806789280284600607.post-6732678345249158668</id><published>2010-07-14T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T18:10:14.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/TD5bhkFRECI/AAAAAAAAAVs/P2ycYsn6RYc/s1600/star+photo.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/TD5bhkFRECI/AAAAAAAAAVs/P2ycYsn6RYc/s320/star+photo.bmp" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have never really thought much about Heaven or the concept of its existence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Last night while&amp;nbsp;searching the sky, it occurred to me that perhaps stars are not cold masses of ice. Maybe all those millions of stars are just holes in the sky, sparkling brightly to&amp;nbsp;provide us a glimpse&amp;nbsp;into Heaven. I believe they&amp;nbsp;serve as&amp;nbsp;our window into the majesty and wonder of&amp;nbsp;Heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We have all heard that when we die there will be a bright light for us to walk into, leading the way to&amp;nbsp;eternity. People who have had near-death experiences, often describe they experienced an intense light and an overwhelming sense of peace and serenity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will look at the stars differently from now on, choosing to believe that perhaps, they might be tiny little holes in the fabric of our universe. The purpose of every one of those tiny lights is there to give us a glimpse of the intensity and wonder of Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Kevin S. Andersen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806789280284600607-6732678345249158668?l=wordsherpa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/feeds/6732678345249158668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4806789280284600607&amp;postID=6732678345249158668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/6732678345249158668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/6732678345249158668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/2010/07/heaven.html' title='Heaven'/><author><name>Tamara M Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431329497598298717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSQ4_MsUfU/TzH-Y9xUNRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yuYKRTz77gA/s220/July2010.jpg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/TD5bhkFRECI/AAAAAAAAAVs/P2ycYsn6RYc/s72-c/star+photo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806789280284600607.post-2235156701849362174</id><published>2010-06-20T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T20:20:29.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/TB7RpL3vwtI/AAAAAAAAAU0/CE3064uIUGU/s1600/Patient+in+MRI.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: right; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/TB7RpL3vwtI/AAAAAAAAAU0/CE3064uIUGU/s200/Patient+in+MRI.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Writers often end up writing about their obsessions. The things that haunt them; the things they cannot forget; stories they carry in their bodies waiting to be released.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The list of my obsessions change but unlike most writers, I never take the time to write them down. I would rather not be reminded they exist. If I did make a list, at the very least I would always have things to write about. I am sure once they appear on paper I give them power to manifest becoming larger than they really are. Either way, I am committed not to give them control over my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;One obsession uncovers its ugly head to taunt me just as life seems to stablize and return to normal. Overcoming cancer is a cruel ellusion that will never go away. Just as life becomes clearer than ever before, the month of June signifies the season for my annual PET scan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The “what ifs” become my obsession as I hide them from the world. What if my cancer comes back? The fear is understandable, yet holds no place in my life. I crushed it when I won my battle against the Dragon two years ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality is, I have done all I can do to keep it at bay. If cancer were to return, I would just take up the battle again and keep doing so, until I could fight no more. Lifes journey serves to remind me how powerful I am. My soul is fearless against the unknown and for now, I give thanks for another day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806789280284600607-2235156701849362174?l=wordsherpa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/feeds/2235156701849362174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4806789280284600607&amp;postID=2235156701849362174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/2235156701849362174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/2235156701849362174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/2010/06/obsessions.html' title='Obsessions'/><author><name>Tamara M Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431329497598298717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSQ4_MsUfU/TzH-Y9xUNRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yuYKRTz77gA/s220/July2010.jpg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/TB7RpL3vwtI/AAAAAAAAAU0/CE3064uIUGU/s72-c/Patient+in+MRI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806789280284600607.post-6109482271294642458</id><published>2010-05-23T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T14:27:49.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wandering in the Desert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/S_nJTZXc9aI/AAAAAAAAAT0/jo3fEObsbuA/s1600/desert+photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/S_nJTZXc9aI/AAAAAAAAAT0/jo3fEObsbuA/s200/desert+photo.jpg" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wandering in the desert, looking for the Promised Land: this is our life. As we live our life and survive, living through the good and bad times, we may come to a discovery: Wandering in the desert is the Promised Land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s very hard to comprehend. We all know pain and suffering. We want the suffering to end. We want to reach a Promised Land where the suffering doesn’t exist anymore. In working with those who are dying or facing their inner demons, Stephen Levine observes that true healing happens when we go into our own pain so deeply that we see it is not just our pain, but also everyone’s pain. We are all damaged. Once we really get this, it becomes life changing because we understand that each person has their own inner demons. After years of personal growth work and living through a cancer diagnosis, I see that the whole&amp;nbsp;world is in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been said, that our relationships are similar. We tend to believe they begin, they last for a period of time, and they end. Yet we are always in relationship and always connected to one another. Our relationships manifest and grow in&amp;nbsp;unique ways, but before that manifestation, they already existed, and after it “ends,” those relationships continue. We remain in some sort of relationship even with those who have died. Former friends, former lovers, former relatives continue to live on in our lives and are part of who we are. The visible manifestation may end, but the actual relationship never ends. Our lives were joined and we are never separate from one another. Once we face our pain and experience it, a shift occurs in our view of others and how we begin to live our life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The everyday tedium of our lives is the desert we wander, looking for the Promised Land. Our relationships, our work, and all the little tasks of life are all part of the gift. Even happiness can be painful because as we move through life, we learn we may loose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is very short. The moments that we experience are quickly gone forever and we’ll never see them again. How will we choose to spend the little space in time left to us? Will we waste it spending our time about thoughts of how difficult life is? Or will we break away from the “wanting” and come into openness? The openness comes from finding joy in all that surrounds us. Joy includes the suffering, the happiness, and everything that is our life. Acceptance is the kind of healing worthy of our struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our relationships never end. We can walk out, get divorced, but we can’t end them. Such an ending would require us to be something we’re not, which is separate from others. When we try to become separate, the suffering begins again. Maybe Stephen Levine was right when he said, “we are born to heal into life.” For each of us the healing is different, but the purpose is the same. Stop the madness of the ego, which says, look out for yourself. Connecting on a deeper level within our relationships opens us up to love and realizing we are already in the Promised Land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806789280284600607-6109482271294642458?l=wordsherpa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/feeds/6109482271294642458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4806789280284600607&amp;postID=6109482271294642458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/6109482271294642458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/6109482271294642458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/2010/05/wandering-in-desert.html' title='Wandering in the Desert'/><author><name>Tamara M Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431329497598298717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSQ4_MsUfU/TzH-Y9xUNRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yuYKRTz77gA/s220/July2010.jpg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/S_nJTZXc9aI/AAAAAAAAAT0/jo3fEObsbuA/s72-c/desert+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806789280284600607.post-4657206852269250520</id><published>2010-04-24T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T11:50:13.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/S9MgQSE1duI/AAAAAAAAATc/QuFnotewCd0/s1600/Hwy+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/S9MgQSE1duI/AAAAAAAAATc/QuFnotewCd0/s200/Hwy+1.JPG" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Latin root of universe is “uni,” which means “one,” and “verse,” which means “passage.” One passage: I believe this to mean each of us has our own authentic path. We just need to stop trying, stop willing, and just let life happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been said, “Life is a Journey, and we each must follow our own path.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;As I learn to follow my path, I finally&amp;nbsp;understand the value of surrendering my need to control my destiny. As I have written previously, the universe has led me again and again,&amp;nbsp;to follow my path north back to Seattle. Over the last&amp;nbsp;year, the book project I’ve been editing&amp;nbsp;is not&amp;nbsp; yet complete. After spending a warm winter in sunny Southern California, April signaled it was time to plan my third roadtrip over the last year back to the Emerald City. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/S9MeYdwNgqI/AAAAAAAAASs/6qiHPcFAkk8/s1600/Ft+Bragg3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="175" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/S9MeYdwNgqI/AAAAAAAAASs/6qiHPcFAkk8/s200/Ft+Bragg3.JPG" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leaving home and family behind for five to six months at a time for work, has also taught me the benefit of surrendering to the universe. Nothing positive ever comes when I resist change. Therefore, I have made it a daily affirmation to embrace new people, new surrounding’s and to welcome new challenges into my life. Doing so has never come easy, but I see my life expanding beyond what I dreamed possible as I let go and strive to live an authentic life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My&amp;nbsp;roadtrip was scheduled to include a week’s drive up Highway 101 through California and over to the coast through Mendicino and up Highway 1 to hug the rugged wind swept California and Oregon Coasts. Driving solo for five days is a lonely propisition but the beauty of the west coast makes the adventure worth adding to anyones “Bucket List.” Eventually, the long hours alone became a form of meditation as the universe peeled back the many layers of who I have become.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/S9MevOMRxHI/AAAAAAAAAS8/AGySt4e0eU4/s1600/Golden+Gate+Bridge.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/S9MevOMRxHI/AAAAAAAAAS8/AGySt4e0eU4/s200/Golden+Gate+Bridge.JPG" tt="true" width="165" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leaving Los Angeles I felt the stress disappear from every inch of my body as I turned my apprehension about leaving home, into excitement over the realization that God has put me on a path to live out my dream. Not all the pieces fit together yet, but I know they lie ahead of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My trip would not be complete without stops in Santa Cruz, Palo Alto, Mendicino and Neskowin, Oregon to spend quality time with longtime friends. Although my friends and I don’t have the opportunity to see one another often enough anymore, it seems we always pick up where we left off during our last visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/S9MgJQ4W2CI/AAAAAAAAATU/5vEbocbL2ug/s1600/Ft+Bragg5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/S9MgJQ4W2CI/AAAAAAAAATU/5vEbocbL2ug/s200/Ft+Bragg5.JPG" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Driving north above San Francisco I became one with the neverending twists and turns of Highway 1. I listened to soulful music, soaked in the incredible scenery, and took the opportunity to reflect on the value of these old friendships. Without them, life would feel empty and without meaning. Building connection and community has proven to sustain and enrich my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I spent time exploring the incredible beaches, writing in my journal, and asking God for direction in living my life in the present moment. I am coming to&amp;nbsp;understand that all the moments that happened in my past are a memory, and any moment that will happen in the future is a fantasy. Memories and fantasies are nice, but they lead me nowhere except the past, which no longer exists. All any of us really have is NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/S9MeYdwNgqI/AAAAAAAAASs/6qiHPcFAkk8/s1600/Ft+Bragg3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="175" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/S9MeYdwNgqI/AAAAAAAAASs/6qiHPcFAkk8/s200/Ft+Bragg3.JPG" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a deeper level, my journey has led me to clearly see that every action or decision I make generates a result. What I put out there dictates what I get in return. If I am not putting out abundance, abundance will not come into my life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;After seven days in the car alone, it felt good to be back in the Pacific Northwest again. This place always fills my soul with the feeling that I have come home. Spring has brought with it flowers on the cherry trees and the two eagles that nest&amp;nbsp;just beyond my bedroom window, have returned home as well. Life moves forward as I settle in to reconnect with my purpose&amp;nbsp;and live a life full of&amp;nbsp;intention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/S9MgqPv004I/AAAAAAAAATs/8BcqljDVavM/s1600/Seattle+at+sunset+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/S9MgqPv004I/AAAAAAAAATs/8BcqljDVavM/s200/Seattle+at+sunset+3.JPG" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806789280284600607-4657206852269250520?l=wordsherpa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/feeds/4657206852269250520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4806789280284600607&amp;postID=4657206852269250520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/4657206852269250520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/4657206852269250520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/2010/04/journey.html' title='The Journey'/><author><name>Tamara M Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431329497598298717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSQ4_MsUfU/TzH-Y9xUNRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yuYKRTz77gA/s220/July2010.jpg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/S9MgQSE1duI/AAAAAAAAATc/QuFnotewCd0/s72-c/Hwy+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806789280284600607.post-1738565832373309113</id><published>2010-03-21T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T17:16:14.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Found Jesus on the Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/S6aKF89SxAI/AAAAAAAAASk/xc1ya96ufyQ/s1600-h/Road+into+the+desert.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/S6aKF89SxAI/AAAAAAAAASk/xc1ya96ufyQ/s320/Road+into+the+desert.bmp" vt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corporate America can be unforgiving when we look to find Jesus on the job. His spiritual philosophy has been lost in the competition to survive and prosper. I have seen moral and ethical values fade and I have known many, whose greed has won the battle between the hours of eight to five. Slowly, a shift is unfolding and people are awakening to the reality that loosing your soul on the job -- is not the path to inner happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My journey began in Corporate America thirty-four years ago. From the beginning, my goal much like many people has been to work hard, pursue a career that brings satisfaction, and in return, earn a decent living. My road has been full of blessings and challenges. There have been times; I’ve had to confront the fact that I found myself going down the wrong path. I’ve had positions where I felt completely under utilized, not valued, and confused when confronted by people who demonstrate a competitive spirit. I have watched strong leaders focus on the demands of running a public company, only to leave their morals at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Christian, I never felt comfortable openly expressing my need to follow the example set by Jesus to overcome the challenges I face on the job. Instead, God has found me seeking His answers in private. Working in a job that is unfulfilling, has only served to deflate my spirit and confirm I have so much more to give before I reach my full potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it takes a life-changing event to hear God’s dreams for us. Two years ago, I was working in a toxic environment for a controlling manager who called herself a Christian, but seemed conflicted about how to lead others in the work place. In 2008, it had become clear to me I had lost my way. I found myself restless, stressed out and unhappy with my work. It was during this low point I was diagnosed with cancer. Hearing those words changes everything. Time stands still and you realize in that moment you have a choice in how you want to live your life. From that moment forward, I chose to live my life with clear intention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later, I began daily radiation and chemotherapy treatments. I went into the office through my first round of chemo, but soon found it necessary to work from home. My absense from the office became a source of conflict and the support and compassion I had hoped to find from my manager, never materialized. Following my last round of chemo, I was hospitalized and once I came home, I was unable to get out of bed for anothertwo-weeks. It was during this stillness, I came to terms with the fact it was time to change my focus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most difficult things to do is to change the way we imagine our place in life. Nothing is more challenging. On the other hand, once this change takes place, nothing could be more revitalizing, because your eyes open to a different world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Jesus to step in and help me redirect my career. I was ready to live out my passion and commit to my writing. I promised to dedicate whatever time I have left to focusing on my love for writing and ultimately serving others. I didn’t know how I would make my dream a reality. All I could do was pray every day that He would show me a new way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within days, His plan for the second phase of my life revealed itself during a routine walk with my neighbor. I shared my thoughts and desire for a new writing career with my friend. She responded by sharing that she had just heard from a long time family friend, who was writing his autobiography and in need of an editor. One year later, I look back over my yearlong association with this wise 88-year old man, and I feel so blessed to have been given the opportunity to contribute to the writing of his incredible life story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now cancer free and feel fortunate to finally be living my dream. Today,&amp;nbsp;Jesus is with me every day on the Job. I believe it was as easy as asking Him into my heart and being open to the possibility that He would redirect my life and allow me to&amp;nbsp;fulfill my purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806789280284600607-1738565832373309113?l=wordsherpa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/feeds/1738565832373309113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4806789280284600607&amp;postID=1738565832373309113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/1738565832373309113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/1738565832373309113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-i-found-jesus-on-job.html' title='How I Found Jesus on the Job'/><author><name>Tamara M Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431329497598298717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSQ4_MsUfU/TzH-Y9xUNRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yuYKRTz77gA/s220/July2010.jpg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/S6aKF89SxAI/AAAAAAAAASk/xc1ya96ufyQ/s72-c/Road+into+the+desert.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806789280284600607.post-6618367053251144417</id><published>2010-03-01T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:23:41.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Still of the Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/S4ytgtTow1I/AAAAAAAAASY/tDXTROUc5qI/s1600-h/Moon+over+the+desert+2-16-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/S4ytgtTow1I/AAAAAAAAASY/tDXTROUc5qI/s400/Moon+over+the+desert+2-16-10.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photo by Kevin S. Andersen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the still of the night, God has laid bare the beauty and many wonders of my world. The silloutte of the moons glow casts a backdrop expanding my internal life perspective. The moons powerful pull, not only controls the changing ocean tides, it continues to change me&amp;nbsp;on a deep cellular level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inner peace is the gift so many easily over look. Its value opens doors and changes lives forever. Peace found its way into my soul, once I had an opportunity to start life over. For me it came at a high price. Cancer taught me never again to overlook the power of NOW. I am learning to live my life boldly, to overcome fear, to feel compassion, to appreciate the wonder of nature, to remain loyal to my faith in God and to reach out and connect to the people who touch my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is fleeting. We each look back at some point and wonder where the time has gone. It all comes down to honoring the importance of living our lives with purpose and exploring how to connect with the life energy that is part of our ever-expanding universe. I feel this connection in the still of the night and wonder how many others have learned to experience its power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Linda, who tonight is on the edge of passing, understands all of this. Her courage to let go, comes from this inner peace and a heart felt connection to this world and the next. She lived life and learned how to live it boldly, without fear, full of compassion,&amp;nbsp;with an&amp;nbsp;appreciation for nature and held on to&amp;nbsp;her faith in a higher power&amp;nbsp;promising her life here on earth is only the beginning. Linda has fought a long and valent battle against The Dragon. She may have lost the fight, but she did so with grace. Linda taught me how to live and when my time comes, how to die. Good night my friend, let the moons glow take you home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806789280284600607-6618367053251144417?l=wordsherpa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/feeds/6618367053251144417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4806789280284600607&amp;postID=6618367053251144417' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/6618367053251144417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/6618367053251144417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-still-of-night.html' title='In the Still of the Night'/><author><name>Tamara M Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431329497598298717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSQ4_MsUfU/TzH-Y9xUNRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yuYKRTz77gA/s220/July2010.jpg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/S4ytgtTow1I/AAAAAAAAASY/tDXTROUc5qI/s72-c/Moon+over+the+desert+2-16-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806789280284600607.post-4536960292193989227</id><published>2010-01-01T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:57:08.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/Sz67IOM-nGI/AAAAAAAAARw/FBIfCA4CKws/s1600-h/New+Year+Reflection.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/Sz67IOM-nGI/AAAAAAAAARw/FBIfCA4CKws/s320/New+Year+Reflection.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day for new beginnings. Tradition tells us every January 1st is our one “do-over” day. Whatever miss-steps we took last year, goals that did not come to pass, or dreams that did not materalize, are not lost. Today we are given the gift of new beginnings, starting over – stronger for the wisdom and lessons learned in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 ushers in a new decade. That in itself is reason to reevaluate and&amp;nbsp;prioritize what is important and commit to changing our lives in ways that will bring stability, happiness, comfort, and love&amp;nbsp;once again into our lives. How difficult can that be? I am sure I make my life much more complicated than it needs to be. If I could change anything, it would be to simplify my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I began to ask the people around me, “what made life so difficult in 2009,” the consensus was that we allowed the greed of others to take control of our lives. It seemed greed was everywhere, running rampant across America and around the world. We learned our political leaders could not protect us because many of them&amp;nbsp;are full of greed, serving their own political agendas. We saw the financial markets tumble and bring so many of us to our knees. We put our money in places&amp;nbsp;we did not truly understand, trusting others to increase our wealth, yet&amp;nbsp;found they had no ethics. Collectively we chose to believe there was no bubble and that living in America guarenteed our financial success. Now&amp;nbsp;looking back, we&amp;nbsp;can see it was us who&amp;nbsp;lost their way. We put our faith in men who use their power to appease their greed. It is time for a new way. The lesson before us is,&amp;nbsp;we have a responsibility to protect ourselves&amp;nbsp;from those who can and will destroy our way of life if given the opportunity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as I reflect on the&amp;nbsp;lessons I learned in 2009, I commit to let go of my resentments against those filled with greed. It is encombant upon me to take responsibility for the stability of my financial future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day of new beginnings, I also commit to improving my health. A cancer diagnosis taught me that it is the corner stone of living my best life now. I say it is time we all come to terms with the fact that our food is pumped full of hormones and sprayed with pesticides and that our bodies cannot sustain this amount of toxic overload. I now understand that the FDA is incapable of protecting my health, as long as it remains controlled by giant companies like Monsanto. Protecting myself means I must begin to eat organic food, drink only bottled water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting today, I pledge to begin&amp;nbsp;juicing and eating raw organic food, eliminating meat from my diet, to discontinue&amp;nbsp;using my microwave oven just because it’s convenient,&amp;nbsp;detoxing by body from toxins, and making the switch from storing my food in plastic to glass containers. 2010 is the year to take responsibility for my health. Doing so will require a shift in thinking to assure&amp;nbsp;my long-term health.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I want this for all the people I love, but I have learned we must want it for ourselves first. So, I pray&amp;nbsp;you will&amp;nbsp;take an active interest in learning about&amp;nbsp;what is in the food you eat and take your power back by putting your health first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I pledge that 2010 will become&amp;nbsp;my year for&amp;nbsp;“going deeper.” Going deeper will remind me that I want to&amp;nbsp;make a point of squeezing more out of life every day, to feel my emotions more deeply, to love more passionately, to share myself with others more freely and to follow my dreams in ways that will bring deeper long-lasting&amp;nbsp;happiness into the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day of new beginnings,&amp;nbsp;what are the things you&amp;nbsp;vow to&amp;nbsp;change?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806789280284600607-4536960292193989227?l=wordsherpa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/feeds/4536960292193989227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4806789280284600607&amp;postID=4536960292193989227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/4536960292193989227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/4536960292193989227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>Tamara M Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431329497598298717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSQ4_MsUfU/TzH-Y9xUNRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yuYKRTz77gA/s220/July2010.jpg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/Sz67IOM-nGI/AAAAAAAAARw/FBIfCA4CKws/s72-c/New+Year+Reflection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806789280284600607.post-3363816605394224200</id><published>2009-11-25T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T19:49:48.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day for Giving Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/Sw36cYZNJLI/AAAAAAAAARo/EyvLPn5agF8/s1600/Mercer+Island.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/Sw36cYZNJLI/AAAAAAAAARo/EyvLPn5agF8/s320/Mercer+Island.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today was a cold crisp day in the Northwest, the rain had finally subsided and I could see a spot of blue sky over downtown Seattle. This was my opportunity to see downtown&amp;nbsp;dressed up for the holiday’s before I leave town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t snowing but there was a definate chill in the air. As I walked down the street, people were bundled up in big winter coats; some wore hats and gloves and most were lugging holiday packages. The major department stores are geared up for the Holiday Parade scheduled to hit the streets of downtown Seattle this Friday. All the large picture windows are decorated and lights twinke brightly for as far as the eye can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the beautifully decorated windows and the twinkely lights, I saw a community struggeling to survive. I wasn’t prepared to see large numbers of homeless people standing on street corners holding signs begging people to give. Their eyes spoke volumes of their pain and lonliness. For them, I imagine Christmas is just another day. There will be no tree or presents to buy, no homes to decorate or friends to entertain. I turned the corner and came face to face with a man sitting in a wheel chair. He had no coat just a shirit and torn thin blanket across his lap, his clothes were worn, his hair in tangels. He just held a tin can. No sign. Looking at him said it all. As I walked past him, I turned and looked into his tired crystal blue eyes. Where did he go at night I wondered? Did he have food for tonight? How did his life go so wrong that he ended up on the streets begging for change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked another block and suddenly I realized I had lost my interest in looking in store windows for the beauty of Christmas. 2009 has not been a good year for America. The economy appears to have affected everyone, except maybe the man pulling out of the parking lot of the Rainer Club this afternoon in his new shiny red Porsche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked back to my car and drove home. Coming across the bridge over Lake Washington, I looked south to see Mt. Rainer in all her glory. She was covered in snow surrounded in a light pink hue standing proudly as a symbol of the incredible beauty of this region. The vision was magestic and I began to give thanks for all the positive aspects of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful I can get in a nice warm car and drive home from the streets of downtown and know that I have a beautiful place to sleep tonight. I am thankful I have food to eat and warm clothes to wear. I am thankful I overcame cancer and had family and friends to take care of me when I was sick. I am thankful God has blessed me with many gifts that give me the ability to earn a living - even during this difficult economy. I am thankful life has not left me jaded and bitter and that I have the capacity to have compassion for others less fortunate. I am thankful I have family and friends who love and support me through the good times and the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Thanksgiving&amp;nbsp;don’t overlook what you are thankful for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806789280284600607-3363816605394224200?l=wordsherpa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/feeds/3363816605394224200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4806789280284600607&amp;postID=3363816605394224200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/3363816605394224200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/3363816605394224200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-for-giving-thanks.html' title='A Day for Giving Thanks'/><author><name>Tamara M Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431329497598298717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSQ4_MsUfU/TzH-Y9xUNRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yuYKRTz77gA/s220/July2010.jpg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/Sw36cYZNJLI/AAAAAAAAARo/EyvLPn5agF8/s72-c/Mercer+Island.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806789280284600607.post-3494723330495189389</id><published>2009-11-11T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:53:38.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SvuEenoksvI/AAAAAAAAARY/JfZkqZy2zgQ/s1600-h/above+the+clouds+at+sunset.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403057839531143922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SvuEenoksvI/AAAAAAAAARY/JfZkqZy2zgQ/s320/above+the+clouds+at+sunset.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the sun sets over the Olympic Mountains I feel the seasons change from fall to winter. The air is brisk across my face as a slow moving wind blows off the waters of Lake Washington. Seattle’s pewter skies cast a dramatic backdrop to the billows of white rolling clouds moving north, blanketing the Olympic penninsula. The peace one feels here is tied to the land, the water and string of islands that line the coast from Seattle to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Closing my eyes, I hear the whispers of the Indian people whose culture is so connected with the spirit of this country. They understand how to listen to the spirit of nature, allowing it to guide them and embrace the harmony every spirit craves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Driving out of Los Angeles, I slowly could feel a weight being lifted as I traveled north beyond the intensity of the city and its traffic nightmere. My restless mind could not be satisfied after overcoming my life’s biggest challenge. A cancer diagnosis had ignited my passion to reconnect with who I have become. The need to slow down and no longer take life for granted was impossible surrounded by distraction. Living in the midst of it, life is hard to evaluate when you find yourself in a fish bowl. Lying in bed following my last chemo treatment, I had glimpses of all that my life could be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separation from my disconnected life had become a necessity. God had intervened and blessed me with an opportunity to return to the Pacific N.W. to heal and reconnect with my lifes passion. The work I am doing here is valueable and honors a living legend, who at 88 is writing his life story. Our meeting was by chance, yet it has served to reinvigorate my interest in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have learned life is a delicate balance. The happiness we all seek lies in our ability to reconnect with our spirit. It takes time, commitment and concentration to disconnect from the noise of our world. Without doing so, we are lost. As I prepare to make my journey home, my confidence remains high that I have learned the value of listening to my spirit and to trust my feelings. Contentment is found in nature, in the relationships you value in your life, in carving out time for yourself and in the compassion and love you give to others. This is the power of our humanity – embrace it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SvuD1y5cn-I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Yt-g_oFt-mU/s1600-h/Woman+spirit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403057138180071394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SvuD1y5cn-I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Yt-g_oFt-mU/s400/Woman+spirit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806789280284600607-3494723330495189389?l=wordsherpa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/feeds/3494723330495189389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4806789280284600607&amp;postID=3494723330495189389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/3494723330495189389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/3494723330495189389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/2009/11/power-of-place.html' title='The Power of Place'/><author><name>Tamara M Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431329497598298717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSQ4_MsUfU/TzH-Y9xUNRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yuYKRTz77gA/s220/July2010.jpg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SvuEenoksvI/AAAAAAAAARY/JfZkqZy2zgQ/s72-c/above+the+clouds+at+sunset.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806789280284600607.post-9157503605127226180</id><published>2009-10-19T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T09:50:32.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Cancer Changed My Life</title><content type='html'>Everyone knows at some level that life is finite, but I never thought about it as concretely or as often as after my cancer diagnosis. Cancer survivors are acutely aware of our limited time on earth. It’s a side effect of mortality staring you in the face. Once I crossed that line in the sand, I realized my cancer experience had permanently affected my perception of time. The shift for me began during my second week of a 24-hour a day chemo treatment. Seven days of toxic chemicals corsing through my veins had left me exhausted. I spent my days lying in bed looking out my window, searching for the positive things that would come out of my battle against the dragon. I grew impatient and frustrated over the reality that I had ignored my passions and at mid-life found myself unfulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I reaffirmed that many more people today now survive cancer, but the thought that my cancer could be life-threatening rarely left my mind. I had always believed I would live to 85 or beyond and die happily of old age, but now my script could potentially end differently. That was reason enough to re-evaluate priorities. The process forced me to take stock in the friends who were there for me during my darkest hours, to painstakingly evaluate who should receive my time and attention from that day forward, I made a comitment to become actively involved in protecting our environment, and acknowledged the importance of living my dreams now. Starting over would provide the opportunity to redefine who I am. I had overcome the ravages of chemo and radiation and fought my way back to the land of the living. It was in that moment that I knew I could do anything with my life I wanted now that I had clear intention. We each have a purpose here; some of us take longer than others to uncover what that gift is. But once we find it, our souls are challenged to give it back to the world in full measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many cancer survivors, I am a realist. A year later, I am now in full remission and consider myself one of the “lucky ones.” I move forward with my life harboring the realization that my life could change again in an instant. My cancer could resurface, the battle could begin again, but right now I am cancer-free and there is nothing more important than looking forward to explore the many positives and gifts in my life. Living with purpose gives focus to everything. I have my life, I have my energy back and I conquered the dragon by maintaining a healthy positive perspective and the confidence to no longer settle for less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one says, “I’m glad I got cancer.” But almost everyone says “It changed the way I look at my life, my relationships, my career, everything.” Cancer taught me that life is precious and so worth the struggles that cross our path. I realize now the gift I was given was the clarity to see my purpose. Cancer is the most powerful motivator I know. I tell myself everyday that everything in our universe happens for a reason and each event leads me closer to where I am meant to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806789280284600607-9157503605127226180?l=wordsherpa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/feeds/9157503605127226180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4806789280284600607&amp;postID=9157503605127226180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/9157503605127226180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/9157503605127226180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-cancer-changed-my-life.html' title='How Cancer Changed My Life'/><author><name>Tamara M Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431329497598298717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSQ4_MsUfU/TzH-Y9xUNRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yuYKRTz77gA/s220/July2010.jpg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806789280284600607.post-7464859659517652532</id><published>2009-10-05T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:56:50.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the heels of a cancer diagnosis, birthday celebrations take on new meaning. Turning another year older today, comes with a badge of honor that at one point felt so fleeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have slayed the dragon and my reward continues to lie just beyond the rainbow a&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SspBDFt-XVI/AAAAAAAAALc/0SAygLPFhPQ/s1600-h/rainbow+cloud+reflection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389191425432640850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SspBDFt-XVI/AAAAAAAAALc/0SAygLPFhPQ/s320/rainbow+cloud+reflection.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rching in brilliant shades of green, yellow and pink, reaching high into the sky outside my window. It is a sign that my challenges will continue to be conquered through mindful exploration and a willingness to embrace the changing seasons of life. The path to the pot of gold at the end of my rainbow will come from the realization that I had the courage to sieze the day, to make a difference in the lives of others and in the process, found peace as my life was restored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I celebrate my new found freedom, the realization that I have overlooked the simplicity of life and its many riches seeps into my soul. God is telling me, “Life doesn’t have to be so complicated, take pleasure in the simple things and share that peace with others.” I vow to do this and make it my birthday wish today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each of us is given such a short time on earth to make our mark. Finding happiness is always within our grasp. For me, it has become a matter of changing perspectives as I grow older. Looking back on the journey of my youth, my path was thrilling, sometimes heart-breaking, continually full of wonder, and propelled by the freedom that comes from believing life will last forever. I would not change a thing. It was my path that took me to the doors of incredible long-lasting friendships, passionate love and a deep appreciation for the bonds of family. Now in mid-life, time passes more quickly. I am keenly aware I have les&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SspAlcJkCUI/AAAAAAAAALU/AwSqBOPD4mA/s1600-h/footprint+on+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389190916057860418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SspAlcJkCUI/AAAAAAAAALU/AwSqBOPD4mA/s320/footprint+on+beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s of it to make mistakes. I am blessed to harbor the feeling that all is as it should be. I have let go of the goals born in my youth, content now in the path I have chosen. I plot my course with intention, making use of the wisdom that comes with age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My footprints in the sand may disappear, but my love for those around me will endure forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806789280284600607-7464859659517652532?l=wordsherpa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/feeds/7464859659517652532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4806789280284600607&amp;postID=7464859659517652532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/7464859659517652532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/7464859659517652532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/2009/10/birthday-reflections.html' title='Birthday Reflections'/><author><name>Tamara M Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431329497598298717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSQ4_MsUfU/TzH-Y9xUNRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yuYKRTz77gA/s220/July2010.jpg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SspBDFt-XVI/AAAAAAAAALc/0SAygLPFhPQ/s72-c/rainbow+cloud+reflection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806789280284600607.post-6383841747240778110</id><published>2009-09-19T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T21:01:38.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploring the Emerald City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Returning to the city of my childhood brings with it a sense of wonder. Seattle has changed while I was away, providing me the opportunity to see it again from a new perspective. The Pacific Northwest has always been known to harbor a string of pearls, but it’s Seattle that has grown into its role as crowning jewel of the region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SrWkJ5NoThI/AAAAAAAAAKc/8y_LDU4wm9s/s1600-h/Bellevue-Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383389419475062290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SrWkJ5NoThI/AAAAAAAAAKc/8y_LDU4wm9s/s320/Bellevue-Photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I return from Southern California after a five year departure, eager to uncover all that once made me feel so connected to this special place. I quickly calculate it’s more than just the changing skyline, crystal clear lakes, extensive hiking trails, diverse neighborhoods, incredible restaurants and eco-friendly mind-set. Nature and a sense of community play key roles in this city’s beauty and culture. Neseled on the shores of Puget Sound and Elliott Bay, Seattle is blessed to have breath-taking views of a chain of emerald islands set against a backdrop of the Olympic Mountain range.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SrWooTibqrI/AAAAAAAAAK0/GYL0wTocWn4/s1600-h/Lake+scene.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383394339984222898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SrWooTibqrI/AAAAAAAAAK0/GYL0wTocWn4/s320/Lake+scene.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An arieal view captures Seattle’s vast web of bridges, and waterways that seem to spread out across the city like legs of an octopus. Each bridge serves as a gateway into a series of culturally diverse neighborhoods full of treasures to explore. Blue waterways are the veins to the region, breathing life into each neighborhood it touches. The beauty of Lake Union in the north section of the city branches out into the Lake Washington Ship Canal, Portage Bay, the Montlake Cut and east into the vast stretches of Lake Washington. To the west, Elliott Bay flows south around Harbor Island, the Port of Seattle and connects into Puget Sounds incredible vistas beyond Alki Point. As if these views aren’t enough to hold you captive, the blues are offset by miles of natural green trees. Many say the eco-movement b&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SrWkvYCKImI/AAAAAAAAAKk/VSs9DK9ETYM/s1600-h/Seattle+from+Alki+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 298px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383390063403606626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SrWkvYCKImI/AAAAAAAAAKk/VSs9DK9ETYM/s320/Seattle+from+Alki+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;egan here. How could anyone doubt a community surrounded in such beauty would do anything less than start a national movement to preserve what the majority of American cities only aspire to become. For those that live in the N.W. taking care of the environment comes with living your life here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When searching to find this city’s soul, it is important that one understand the deeply engrained conscienciousness here. It’s about community first, full of people willing to reach out and connect to their neighbors. But it’s also in large measure, all about the weather. Seattlites are very in tune with the rapidly ch&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SrWmDhBSsOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/AgxjDv8NWkU/s1600-h/DSCN0529_105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383391508924903650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SrWmDhBSsOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/AgxjDv8NWkU/s320/DSCN0529_105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anging atmospheric conditions of their region. The lush green landscape, christened it “the Emerald City” and green equals vast amounts of annual rainfall along with months of pewter skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fall approaches, the local Eddie Bauer store becomes a busy place. Gor-tex can be seen flying off the shelves after just two brief days of rainfall. Wardrobes change quickly here and people seem to embrace any excuse to wear sweaters on chilly evenings. As the leaves begin to change from green to red and a fog bank rolls across Lake Washington in the early morning hours, I remember now why I keep coming back to this magical place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all the negative press Seattle gets over its rain, just ask anyone from Seattle in summer, &lt;em&gt;“What is it you love about living here?”&lt;/em&gt; The universal response will be, &lt;em&gt;“Just look around and you tell me.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806789280284600607-6383841747240778110?l=wordsherpa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/feeds/6383841747240778110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4806789280284600607&amp;postID=6383841747240778110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/6383841747240778110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/6383841747240778110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/2009/09/exploring-emerald-city.html' title='Exploring the Emerald City'/><author><name>Tamara M Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431329497598298717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSQ4_MsUfU/TzH-Y9xUNRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yuYKRTz77gA/s220/July2010.jpg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SrWkJ5NoThI/AAAAAAAAAKc/8y_LDU4wm9s/s72-c/Bellevue-Photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806789280284600607.post-5847239377042361025</id><published>2009-09-02T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:38:34.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Would You Give to End Cancer Today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/Sp9GlS8hmZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/-LBMDjlHf_I/s1600-h/logo_su2c.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 98px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377094086658464146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/Sp9GlS8hmZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/-LBMDjlHf_I/s320/logo_su2c.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The challenge below is posted this week on the Stand Up 2 Cancer website. In support of this vitally important cause I am posting it here to encourage my readers to take action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 1938, the March of Dimes asked everyone to give up ten cents to cure polio. It sounded crazy at the time, but it worked. Now Stand Up 2 Cancer is launching a drive to collect 10,000 five-dollar donations in four weeks, getting us all $50,000 closer to ending cancer. To help spread the word, please embed this &lt;a style="OUTLINE-STYLE: none; OUTLINE-COLOR: invert; OUTLINE-WIDTH: medium" href="http://news.standup2cancer.org/sb40/c4.php?SU2C/2125617/2822/H/N/V/http://seed.sproutbuilder.com/pgDfEZkXF076sZYP"&gt;donation widget&lt;/a&gt; on your blog, share it on your Facebook page, or e-mail it to all your friends. One person's five dollars can make a huge difference. To learn more, visit su2c.org at the link below. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="OUTLINE-STYLE: none; OUTLINE-COLOR: invert; OUTLINE-WIDTH: medium" href="http://www.standup2cancer.org/su2c/five"&gt;http://www.standup2cancer.org/su2c/five&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day will come when we find a cure to Cancer and the power of it's devastation is eliminated. You have the power to help eliminate this disease by just donating $5.00 today to Stand Up 2 Cancer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806789280284600607-5847239377042361025?l=wordsherpa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/feeds/5847239377042361025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4806789280284600607&amp;postID=5847239377042361025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/5847239377042361025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/5847239377042361025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-would-you-give-to-end-cancer-today.html' title='What Would You Give to End Cancer Today?'/><author><name>Tamara M Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431329497598298717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSQ4_MsUfU/TzH-Y9xUNRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yuYKRTz77gA/s220/July2010.jpg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/Sp9GlS8hmZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/-LBMDjlHf_I/s72-c/logo_su2c.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806789280284600607.post-7501392601494704254</id><published>2009-08-27T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:13:36.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer Kills Another Legend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SpdJuLaaL3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/MO6CSZ4HUY8/s1600-h/senator+kennedy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374845737976344434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SpdJuLaaL3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/MO6CSZ4HUY8/s320/senator+kennedy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;U.S. Senator Edward “Ted” Kennedy lost his year long battle against brain cancer on August 27, 2009. Kennedy was a recipient of the American Cancer Society’s highest award, Medal of Honor and the National Distinguished Advocacy Award. Senator Kennedy was a passionate advocate for cancer patients and their families, not just in his home state of Massachusetts, but nationwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truly one of the great champions in the battle to fight cancer, Senator Kennedy led a passionate effort against this disease during his more than 40 years in the U.S. Senate, championing health care-related causes from equal access to health care to increased funding for cancer research and screening for early detection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Known as the ‘Lion of the Senate,’ Senator Kennedy has fought to bring all the resources of the nation to bear in fighting cancer and other diseases, renewing the war on cancer by introducing a bill to overhaul the 1971 National Cancer Act.&lt;br /&gt;“Senator Kennedy was personally touched by this disease long before his own diagnosis, watching his son, Ted Kennedy, Jr. battle bone cancer as a teen, and daughter Kara Kennedy Allen battle lung cancer in 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Senator Kennedy helped to reign in the tobacco industry with legislation that gives the FDA the authority to regulate tobacco products, which was signed into law in June. Senator Kennedy also championed the expansion of the Children’s Health Insurance Program with an increase in the tobacco tax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In July 2009, Senator Kennedy’s Health, Education, Labor and Pensions (HELP) Committee passed The Affordable Health Choices Act, landmark legislation that will reduce health costs, protect individuals’ choice in doctors and plans, and assure quality and affordable health care for all Americans.The legislation builds on the existing employer-based system and strengthens it. If people like the health insurance they have, they get to keep it. The bill provides better choices for those with no coverage now, and those for whom coverage is unaffordable. It also gives small businesses better options for high value health coverage.Under the insurance reforms in the bill, no American can be refused health coverage because of a preexisting medical condition, or have that coverage denied when they need it most. No American will ever again be subject to annual or lifetime limits on their coverage, or see it terminated arbitrarily to avoid paying claims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn’t always personally agree with Senator Kennedy’s politics, but I am grateful for his commitment and support of healthcare legislation throughout his career and his courage to bring attention to the nation’s battle against Cancer. Each of us can only hope, that his fierce devotation to healthcare related issues will continue to be fought in the Senate by our representatives on both sides of the isle, until the day comes when we find the cure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806789280284600607-7501392601494704254?l=wordsherpa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/feeds/7501392601494704254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4806789280284600607&amp;postID=7501392601494704254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/7501392601494704254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/7501392601494704254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/2009/08/cancer-kills-another-legend.html' title='Cancer Kills Another Legend'/><author><name>Tamara M Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431329497598298717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSQ4_MsUfU/TzH-Y9xUNRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yuYKRTz77gA/s220/July2010.jpg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SpdJuLaaL3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/MO6CSZ4HUY8/s72-c/senator+kennedy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806789280284600607.post-5867753756856994258</id><published>2009-08-01T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T00:02:50.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Threadin the Needle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SnU4jlOhf-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lSSLBFvwjAk/s1600-h/Just+tyhreadin+the+needle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 198px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365256715021418466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SnU4jlOhf-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lSSLBFvwjAk/s320/Just+tyhreadin+the+needle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SnU3nj6QmcI/AAAAAAAAAJs/NXxK2gzzKWo/s1600-h/Just+tyhreadin+the+needle.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;ow many times does it take to get it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precision and focus are needed to win the fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many of our threads weave in and out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Threadin’ the Needle leaves no doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our paths cross here and there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet I still see you everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved you once, I loved you twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The challenge becomes to avoid the ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My love flows free, but what would you do if you were me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How is it that we have circled back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if you are also keeping track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is the thread of friendship for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it means forever more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806789280284600607-5867753756856994258?l=wordsherpa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/feeds/5867753756856994258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4806789280284600607&amp;postID=5867753756856994258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/5867753756856994258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/5867753756856994258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/2009/08/threadin-needle.html' title='Just Threadin the Needle'/><author><name>Tamara M Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431329497598298717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSQ4_MsUfU/TzH-Y9xUNRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yuYKRTz77gA/s220/July2010.jpg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SnU4jlOhf-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lSSLBFvwjAk/s72-c/Just+tyhreadin+the+needle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806789280284600607.post-5018093969672571406</id><published>2009-07-12T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T18:50:13.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Healing Power of Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SlqSGE3jZ9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/QPNKxDPZfng/s1600-h/Chism+trail+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357755339794245586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SlqSGE3jZ9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/QPNKxDPZfng/s320/Chism+trail+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beauty of the lake brings with it a life force all its own. Birch trees hug the shoreline leaving little doubt of the winds direction as their leaves shimmer in the breeze. Looking out from behind my desk, I watch a brilliant orange, pink and purple sunset beyond my unobstructed million dollar view of water, trees, blue sky and range of snow capped mountains. It feels hard to fathom, just ten months ago I was lying in bed fighting the ravages of chemotherapy. It was then that I saw my vision of the Pacific Northwest come alive from the recesses of my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature is the natural order of life and created to reconnect us with spirit. The ocean&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SlpRy_itguI/AAAAAAAAAI8/fyzn6a6Jvfo/s1600-h/bald+eagle+in+flight.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; t&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SlpQofQRjMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/b9L9LXCClYY/s1600-h/bald+eagle+in+flight.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ides &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SlpQXlCcC5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/yh4wC5H5JLs/s1600-h/bald+eagle+in+flight.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;advance and retreat, the sun rises and sets, seasons change offering us the next phase in the cycle of life to embrace. I am relearning the miracle of nature with each deep breath of positive energy I take in. My life perspective changes as I find quiet inspiration from the wonders of nature emanating from this place. I am &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SlpPK5OmE3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/TzL8B5GIkWY/s1600-h/Dalhia+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 193px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357681755289949042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SlpPK5OmE3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/TzL8B5GIkWY/s200/Dalhia+3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;blessed to have two resident bald eagles living in the tree that hangs just above my room. I have been watching their powerful spirit glide across the lake in search of food and feel blessed to live in harmony among them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I was filled with a fascination that overwhelmed me as I listened to the diversity of sounds surrounding me deep within the forest. I watched the abundance of wildlife go about their business, as if I was not there. It is a world long forgotten in the rush of living my life disconnected. My soul craves the peace I find watching my garden of Dahlias come into bloom. As I write this, the world just outside my wi&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SlpTReM6zgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/pfsv-KSrFW8/s1600-h/1dock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 189px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357686266340756994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SlpTReM6zgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/pfsv-KSrFW8/s320/1dock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ndow is filled with the beauty of a cold Northwest evening. I watch a rabbit eat berries off the holly bush in front of me and take in the heaven like quality of listening to the rain which has been absent in recent weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes and appreciate the power of now. Allow the full impact of your life to be lived in the moment. Life will provide a new perspective as you seek and find joy exploring beyond your world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806789280284600607-5018093969672571406?l=wordsherpa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/feeds/5018093969672571406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4806789280284600607&amp;postID=5018093969672571406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/5018093969672571406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/5018093969672571406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/2009/07/healing-power-of-nature.html' title='The Healing Power of Nature'/><author><name>Tamara M Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431329497598298717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSQ4_MsUfU/TzH-Y9xUNRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yuYKRTz77gA/s220/July2010.jpg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SlqSGE3jZ9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/QPNKxDPZfng/s72-c/Chism+trail+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806789280284600607.post-3479457728253921489</id><published>2009-06-25T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:06:57.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farrah’s Legacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SkRWYZyiNSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_jT349uvjy4/s1600-h/fawcett_Farrah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SkRWYZyiNSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_jT349uvjy4/s320/fawcett_Farrah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351497234462684450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farrah Faucett was diagnosed with anal cancer in 2006, it spread to her liver in 2007 and today she lost her three and a half year battle against the disease.  Known for her charm and incredible beauty on screen, she would later become known for her brave and indelible spirit as she chronicled her painful struggle in the television documentary “Farrah’s Story.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Cancer is a disease that is mysterious, headstrong and makes its own rules,” Fawcett said in the documentary. “And mine, to this date, is incurable. I know that everyone will die eventually, but I do not want to die of this disease.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farrah’s willingness to share this private part of her life with the world served to focus our attention on the issues of cancer.  Her documentary dealt with the issues surrounding how we each must eventually face our own mortality and the deeper story of watching a cultural icon fight a cancer diagnosis.  The transparency of Farrah’s personal story unveiled to the world that if a vibrant celebrity with money and quality healthcare can still suffer and ultimately loose the battle against cancer, then the same can apply to any of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe Farrah’s inner strength was a beacon to all of us about the immediate necessity to direct our energies toward finding a cure for cancer.  It seems almost impossible to me that in America today, with all of the technology and brilliant scientific minds working on finding a cure, our battle against cancer remains elusive.  How can it be that the global wide medical community is still unable to find a cure to a disease that has undoubtedly touched at least one person in your life?  For detailed information about this specific issue I encourage you to read through the Stand Up to Cancer website at:  http://www.standup2cancer.org/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I read that 47 million people in America still do not have healthcare insurance.   I can not begin to imagine having to deal with this issue if I were sick, without health insurance, and facing end of life issues. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Farrah’s long-time friend Alana Stewart was quoted saying, “Her big message to people is don’t give up, no matter what they say to you, keep fighting.”  At the conclusion of the documentary, Fawcett was seen shaving off most of her trademark locks before chemotherapy could claim them. Toward the end, she’s seen huddled in bed, barely responding to a visit from her son.   But this is not how I will remember Farrah Faucett.  NBC estimated the May 15, 2009, broadcast of “Farrah’s Story” drew nearly 9 million viewers.   Through all the setbacks in her medical prognosis, Farrah’s story opened our eyes to the need to take action now as we continue our collective hope for a better day.  A day when no person will be forced to face a cancer diagnosis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806789280284600607-3479457728253921489?l=wordsherpa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/feeds/3479457728253921489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4806789280284600607&amp;postID=3479457728253921489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/3479457728253921489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/3479457728253921489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/2009/06/farrahs-legacy.html' title='Farrah’s Legacy'/><author><name>Tamara M Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431329497598298717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSQ4_MsUfU/TzH-Y9xUNRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yuYKRTz77gA/s220/July2010.jpg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SkRWYZyiNSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_jT349uvjy4/s72-c/fawcett_Farrah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806789280284600607.post-6903083091956546379</id><published>2009-06-22T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:41:49.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope for a Better Day</title><content type='html'>I remember the moment the doctor told me.  I had lunch with a girlfriend after the appointment and asked for her prayers.  I knew from the beginning that everything in my life happens for a reason, I just didn’t know what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I filled my mind with positive affirmations, using them as my shield to protect me as I underwent radiation and chemo treatment.  God was with me I felt him there and knew I was never alone.  My focus was razor sharp from the outset, the mission was to kill my tumor and regain the most important thing in my life -- my health. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life may feel overshadowed with fear of the unknown.  Much like the ego, cancer has the ability to fill you with doubt.  The miracle minded are not naive about darkness; we don’t carry around cans of pink paint and pour it over everything so we can pretend things are fine.  Our power comes in facing our fears and believing our minds and our spirit have the power to heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conquering a life threatening illness demands deep self evaluation.  Following my second round of chemo when my white blood count had become nonexistent, I was hospitalized in an isolated sterile room.  It is during these dark hours you can not afford to question your ability to heal. Now is the time to take stock in your power to slay the dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment my path shifted, my mission was forever changed and the wisdom of the ages became clearer.  Marianne Williamson says, “Love is to fear what light is to darkness; in the presence of one, the other disappears.”  Looking around me, I saw so many brave and powerful people overcoming life’s greatest health challenges.  It was in that moment that I understood love is an ever-renewable spiritual resource.  I can give it away and it comes back me in spades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We each have things we are called to do in this life to fulfill the calling of our souls.  It’s a challenge to be the person we’re capable of being in any given moment.  In the end, it was my cancer that challenged me to dig deeper and explore who I really am and how I might choose to live differently.  My hope for a better day brought me to a place that dissolved my pain and inspired me to never loose sight of my compassion for others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806789280284600607-6903083091956546379?l=wordsherpa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/feeds/6903083091956546379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4806789280284600607&amp;postID=6903083091956546379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/6903083091956546379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/6903083091956546379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/2009/06/hope-for-better-day.html' title='Hope for a Better Day'/><author><name>Tamara M Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431329497598298717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSQ4_MsUfU/TzH-Y9xUNRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yuYKRTz77gA/s220/July2010.jpg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806789280284600607.post-7996927555783416026</id><published>2009-06-05T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:52:40.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 7, 2009 -  Is National Cancer Survivors Day</title><content type='html'>The 22nd National Cancer Survivors Day® takes place this Sunday, June 7, 2009.  NCSD is the world’s largest and fastest growing cancer survivor event. Having started in the United States, it is now observed in countries as far away as Australia, Italy, and Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event is an annual, worldwide Celebration of Life providing participants the opportunity to come together to celebrate life and to demonstrate to the world that there is hope and quality of life following a cancer diagnosis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The non-profit National Cancer Survivors Day Foundation supports hundreds of hospitals, support groups, and other cancer-related organizations that host National Cancer Survivors Day events in their communities by providing free guidance, education and networking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The National Cancer Survivors Day Foundation, administrator for the celebration, is encouraging everyone to participate in their community’s event. To locate the one nearest you, check with your local hospital or American Cancer Society office, or call the Foundation at (615) 794-3006 or e-mail &lt;a href="mailto:info@ncsdf.org"&gt;info@ncsdf.org&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More information on cancer and cancer survivorship:&lt;br /&gt;National Cancer Survivors Day: www.ncsdf.org&lt;br /&gt;National Cancer Institute: www.cancer.gov&lt;br /&gt;American Society of Clinical Oncology: www.cancer.net&lt;br /&gt;American Cancer Society’s Cancer Facts &amp; Figures: http://www.cancer.org/docroot/STT/STT_0.asp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806789280284600607-7996927555783416026?l=wordsherpa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/feeds/7996927555783416026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4806789280284600607&amp;postID=7996927555783416026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/7996927555783416026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/7996927555783416026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-7-2007-is-national-cancer.html' title='June 7, 2009 -  Is National Cancer Survivors Day'/><author><name>Tamara M Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431329497598298717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSQ4_MsUfU/TzH-Y9xUNRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yuYKRTz77gA/s220/July2010.jpg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806789280284600607.post-6333355074080903249</id><published>2009-05-25T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T11:26:16.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections - One Year Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/ShtmEtogo_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/34Y3UMbLyqU/s1600-h/above+the+clouds+at+sunset.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339974014332871666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/ShtmEtogo_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/34Y3UMbLyqU/s200/above+the+clouds+at+sunset.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ne year ago this week I was diagnosed with stage 2 colon cancer. It is the crash landings in life that bring us to the realization that we may need to choose a different course. Reflections of my journey reveal a deeper awareness of who I am and all that I am capable of achieving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having now faced the possibility of death intensifies and gives power to the second half of my life. One of the many gifts I received from cancer was the strength to overcome fear. To reevaluate what is important in my life so that when death knocks at my door again, I will move through the tunnel of light with no regrets. Once you fully appreciate that ev&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/ShtlncEu4CI/AAAAAAAAAGI/qm3FyJpsc8A/s1600-h/Forest+Stream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339973511403200546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/ShtlncEu4CI/AAAAAAAAAGI/qm3FyJpsc8A/s200/Forest+Stream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ery experience in the material world is finite, you realize how amazing life is. We take for granted things we have no idea are so fleeting. When age forces us to see how much is now gone, we are shaken  to realize all the things that are over and will not come again. But then something happens … we come into our own and realize life can be whatever we want it to be. This freedom has allowed me to slow down and give sanction to embracing my dreams. From that has come mental and physical healing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/ShtiwjXGu0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZWKT1Jdy6no/s1600-h/Forest+Stream.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lessons to be learned in life have to do with the fragility of the human heart and the graciousness of the human spirit; the suffering involved in simply being human and the struggles to survive the experience; the joy and laughter when our families and friends are well; and the tears and sadness when love and lives are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/Shtl5zXBGcI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/WFWiy32VT4c/s1600-h/Road+into+the+desert.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339973826891553218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/Shtl5zXBGcI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/WFWiy32VT4c/s200/Road+into+the+desert.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I am challenged by the universe to match my talents with compassion, my intelligence with humility and my intellect with wisdom. The grace period of my youth is over. I am standing at the front of the line, ready to embrace midlife and the wisdom that emanates from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this point, my greatest potential failure isn’t that I won’t move on with my life, it’s that I won’t use the totality of my imagination to empower me to live the most creative and fulfilling life possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/Shthc4SRsNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/emh52C6TqU4/s1600-h/Road+into+the+desert.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With this thought my soul continues to expand as I embrace new adventures, love deeper than I thought possible, connect more intently, simplify and surrender the things that no longer matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I move into "&lt;em&gt;Phase 2"&lt;/em&gt; of my life, I do so with a happy heart and the confidence that comes from knowing the best part of my journey is yet to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806789280284600607-6333355074080903249?l=wordsherpa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/feeds/6333355074080903249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4806789280284600607&amp;postID=6333355074080903249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/6333355074080903249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/6333355074080903249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/2009/05/m-ay-30-2008-i-was-diagnosed-with-stage.html' title='Reflections - One Year Later'/><author><name>Tamara M Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431329497598298717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSQ4_MsUfU/TzH-Y9xUNRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yuYKRTz77gA/s220/July2010.jpg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/ShtmEtogo_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/34Y3UMbLyqU/s72-c/above+the+clouds+at+sunset.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806789280284600607.post-2950208763924226347</id><published>2009-05-17T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:05:43.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Experience the Mountains to Sound Greenway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/ShDtAGfyMNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Vr8TvyNUxY4/s1600-h/greenwaymap1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337026144433746130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/ShDtAGfyMNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Vr8TvyNUxY4/s200/greenwaymap1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;o many Seattle area locals, the Mountains to Sound Greenway has become one of the crowing jewels of the Pacific Northwest. The “Greenway” as it is lovingly called, stretches over 100 miles along Interstate 90 from the shores of Puget Sound in Seattle, over Snoqualmie Pass and into Central Washington. The Greenway encompasses protected and working forests, farms, historic sites, lakes, campgrounds, rivers, trails, wildlife habitat and vibrant communities. Of the 1.4 million acres of land in the Greenway, over 750,000 acres have been preserved and are held by local, state and federal agencies in trust for the public good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Mountains to Sound Greenway Trust, founded in 1991, is the nonprofit organization founded by Jim Ellis, to help protect these lands and preserve them for public benefit. The Trust works to preserve this land by encouraging public land acquisition and through environmental stewardship and educational activities. They have successfully united hikers, corporate executives, government leaders, environmentalists and community advocates who share a vision of careful planning for growth b&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/ShDsID9_ypI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5Jlj9mKPBDw/s1600-h/greenwaymap1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;alanced by preservation of forested open spaces, clean air and water, for ourselves and for future generations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As many of you are aware, I have been given a unique opportunity to come to Seattle and work with Jim Ellis on his upcoming autobiography. Part of Jim’s exciting life story includes his dedication to preserving The Mountains to Sound Greenway which for him, began as a lifetime labor of love in memory of his brother Bob who passed away fighting in World War II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jim and Bob Ellis fell in love with this beautiful country back in &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/ShDu2exKPyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/T8kN8laID10/s1600-h/Raging+River+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337028178173640482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/ShDu2exKPyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/T8kN8laID10/s200/Raging+River+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1936, when their father gave the two boys title to land located &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;adjacent to the Raging River (near the town of Preston seen on the map above). The stipulation was that they work together without their father's help and build a log cabin. Armed with nothing more than a booklet diagramming how to build a log cabin, the two boys went to work. It took them three summers to complete the project and was a monumental feat for two young boys alone in the wilderness with nothing more than a booklet and the grit to get the job done. They met people along the way who cooked them better meals than their provisions offered and a man with a mule who they paid to help them pull the tree logs they had cut down in the woods back to the cabin site. &lt;em&gt;"Hermit Haven"&lt;/em&gt; as it was dubbed all those years ago, has stood the test of time and remains in the Ellis family today. Above is a photo of Jim outside his cabin last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My trip with Jim included a personal tour of the Mountains to Sound Greenway, with him pointing out key vistas along the way. Photos below show a small portion of the Greenway facing northeast toward Snoqualmie Pass on a beautiful clear day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/ShDtouzLp2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/lmpASCKsCME/s1600-h/MTS+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337026842447292258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/ShDtouzLp2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/lmpASCKsCME/s200/MTS+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Experiencing the beauty of this county first hand guided by the man who has given so much of himself to save it, was a rare opportunity. It is God's country to be sure. Since 1991, the Greenway Trust says that together government and private partners have saved 200,000 acres of forest and farmland through public purchases and conservation easements. The Raging River, a tributary of the Snoqualmie, supports one-fifth of the larger river's chinook runs that have been devastated by logging and building. Jim remains hopeful that the once-plentiful chinook runs will return now under state ownership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For additional information on the hiking trails throughout the Mountains to Sound Greenway, visit their website at &lt;a href="http://www.mtsgreenway.org/"&gt;http://www.mtsgreenway.org/&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/ShD6YfUSH0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SDz61zeqY14/s1600-h/MTS+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337040857064415042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/ShD6YfUSH0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SDz61zeqY14/s200/MTS+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806789280284600607-2950208763924226347?l=wordsherpa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/feeds/2950208763924226347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4806789280284600607&amp;postID=2950208763924226347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/2950208763924226347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/2950208763924226347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/2009/05/experience-mountains-to-sound-greenway.html' title='Experience the Mountains to Sound Greenway'/><author><name>Tamara M Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431329497598298717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSQ4_MsUfU/TzH-Y9xUNRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yuYKRTz77gA/s220/July2010.jpg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/ShDtAGfyMNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Vr8TvyNUxY4/s72-c/greenwaymap1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806789280284600607.post-2454886094585071522</id><published>2009-04-25T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:46:33.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Break Out of the Fish Bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SfXu4Yt8rJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/JK1AYCfkrd0/s1600-h/Early+morning+on+Lake+W.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329428386538106002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SfXu4Yt8rJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/JK1AYCfkrd0/s200/Early+morning+on+Lake+W.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of the process of just living life, creates routine. It happens slowly until the day comes when we realize we take the same route to work everyday, we come home and watch too much mind numbing television with no educational value, and go to bed at the same hour each evening. We fill our homes with material things that give us comfort and somewhere along the line, make us feel secure. We dig in and although our lives are “busy” and filled with beautiful things that make us feel life is good, it's all routine. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SfXu4LoXZWI/AAAAAAAAADw/4CcfesZcCwc/s1600-h/Bellevue+Downtown+Park+4-24-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329428383025030498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SfXu4LoXZWI/AAAAAAAAADw/4CcfesZcCwc/s200/Bellevue+Downtown+Park+4-24-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look outside my “fish bowl” thoughts of &lt;em&gt;“what if’s”&lt;/em&gt; swirl around in my head. What if I wasn’t so “dug in”? What if I could pick up and go somewhere new to test the waters, fill my days doing what I love the most, and meet new people that could have a profound impact on my life? What would that new perspective and those new friends feel like? I’ve dug deep reaching outside myself to embrace change, moving around more than most and happier for the wisdom and freedom it has given me. In the effort to keep things fresh, I have always been eager to challenge my mind and adapt to changing environments. But it can be so easy to slip back into my routines and wake up feeling locked inside a fish bowl. Harnessing my inner restlessness has given me the power to grow and demand more from myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In mid-April it was time for me to break out of the fish bowl once again and expand my life possibilities. My latest need for change has brought me back to the city of my youth, Bellevue, Washington. When I left in 1976, Bellevue was a small sleepy town referred to by Seattleites as the “Eastside”. The downtown core had few office buildings and those that existed were no more than 10 stories high. Bellevue was easy to get around, with little traffic and views of Lake Washington that could take your breath away. I went for a walk yesterday in Bellevue's downtown park and found that growth has not escaped the Eastside; the skyline of Bellevue has changed. A photo of the Bellevue skyline as it is today appears above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the changes that have come about here, it is still a place of beauty. As I write this, a bald eagle appeared just outside the wall of windows of my room, giving me the privilege of watching him glide over the lake as he fished for his lunch. The Pacific Northwest is known for the beauty of its four seasons. I arrived just as spring had sprung. Flowers can be seen popping out of the ground at every turn. This place seems to be blessed with a disproportionate number of flowering cherry trees that are coming into bloom, painting a flurry of pink against the blue sky I seem to have brought with me. I am blessed to experience life in a new and different way.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since arriving in Seattle, I have met some wonderful people who have gone out of their way to make me feel at home. Life’s perspective has changed once again, all because I dared to pull myself out of my fish bowl and explore the &lt;em&gt;"what if's".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806789280284600607-2454886094585071522?l=wordsherpa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/feeds/2454886094585071522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4806789280284600607&amp;postID=2454886094585071522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/2454886094585071522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/2454886094585071522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/2009/04/break-out-of-fish-bowl.html' title='Break Out of the Fish Bowl'/><author><name>Tamara M Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431329497598298717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSQ4_MsUfU/TzH-Y9xUNRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yuYKRTz77gA/s220/July2010.jpg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dalzgffJeCk/SfXu4Yt8rJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/JK1AYCfkrd0/s72-c/Early+morning+on+Lake+W.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806789280284600607.post-3245517777117937088</id><published>2009-04-05T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:25:56.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Beyond My Comfort Zone</title><content type='html'>Standing on the edge of my comfort zone beckons change from within. Changing my habits, attitudes and expectations doesn’t come easily. Finding the courage to let go and become an option thinker, open to new possibilities has in my past brought much reward and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embracing life and expanding my potential is a life-long commitment I made years ago, but it never comes easy to embrace major change. Security and familiarity can become an addicting drug if I allow myself to become too complacent. I keep pushing myself to ask &lt;em&gt;“I wonder what I could become. I wonder what I can do. I wonder where I could go in my life -- if I just let go and am willing to explore a new way.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creativity is a gift we each hold in our hearts and minds. Believing in ourselves is the ultimate motivation to achieving our greatest potential in life. My life can become nothing great without a fearless spirit. With the clock ticking, the time to explore and achieve my dreams is now. I believe that God aligns the universe to work in concert with our destiny. Being open and willing to let go sets the process in motion. We meet people who believe in us and have the ability to open doors; our responsibility is to walk through the door and live up to the expectation. The people in our lives are there to teach us lessons about love, compassion and our own immorality. Growth and an inquisitive willing spirit are the result if we are willing to break through our comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next adventure begins in April with a trip back to the city of my childhood, Seattle, Washington. As many of you know, I have made this trek up and down the west coast on several occasions. When I left Seattle for the second time in 2005, the sunny weather of Southern California had called me back and I was fairly confident the N.W. would become just a memory. But as I’ve recently learned, the universe has other plans for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next chapter of my story began in January, when a friend introduced me to a “Snow Bird” from Seattle who had come to Laguna Beach to work on his autobiography. He was in dire need of an editorial assistant to help with his manuscript. I had recently been laid-off from my job and in search of a way to incorporate my passion for writing into my next career. What I soon learned was that this 87-year old man was a long-time environmental activist, and civic leader working on numerous projects throughout Seattle that have served to transform the city into the vibrant community that it is today. His many stories are about stepping out of your comfort zone and how one person can’t achieve great things alone. It is imperative we embrace our friendships along the way, these people who cross our paths -- they have been put there for a reason. It is up to us, to uncover the greatness we can bring about together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The universe has spoken and so once again, I’m jumping off the edge of my comfort zone and opening myself up to all the possibilities ahead of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806789280284600607-3245517777117937088?l=wordsherpa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/feeds/3245517777117937088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4806789280284600607&amp;postID=3245517777117937088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/3245517777117937088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/3245517777117937088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/2009/04/moving-beyond-my-comfort-zone.html' title='Moving Beyond My Comfort Zone'/><author><name>Tamara M Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431329497598298717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSQ4_MsUfU/TzH-Y9xUNRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yuYKRTz77gA/s220/July2010.jpg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806789280284600607.post-5040839852389577432</id><published>2009-03-26T09:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:55:29.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Passing of a Friend</title><content type='html'>A good friend of mine passed away this week. She was just in her mid-50’s -- too young to go so soon. She had died of a heart attack after complaining of “flu-like” symptoms. How does that happen? Death is a difficult concept to grasp. I received an email from her just last week; we had made plans to get together when I drive through Portland next month. Three days later, Kathy was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to reconnect, I went to her Facebook profile and left a brief note of farewell. As word has begun to spread of her passing, moving tributes from family and friends have quickly posted for all to read. The reoccurring thread communicates shock and disbelief that someone so warm and vibrant can now be gone. We see it on the news everyday, but until it hits someone close to us we take for granted that it won’t happen to us or those we love. I’ve had enough encounters with death now that it’s beginning to sink in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but think that this subject ties back to my last blog post, where I asked “how many chances do we get to live our best life” before it’s all taken away. This is just another wake-up call that life is fragile and passes by very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not a negative person or someone who looks for the depressing side of life. But a healthy dose of reality can be a good thing. My thought at this point is that I have a responsibility to myself to wake up and smell the coffee. With that comes making every day count for something I value. To look for the good in others, to use my gifts in a way that will help the planet and those around me, to pursue my dreams until my last breath, to make my health a priority, and to find the joy in living every single day. My personal commitment is to come to the end with no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t that all we can expect of ourselves? Putting it into action becomes our challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806789280284600607-5040839852389577432?l=wordsherpa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/feeds/5040839852389577432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4806789280284600607&amp;postID=5040839852389577432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/5040839852389577432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/5040839852389577432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-friend-of-mine-passed-away-this.html' title='The Passing of a Friend'/><author><name>Tamara M Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431329497598298717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSQ4_MsUfU/TzH-Y9xUNRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yuYKRTz77gA/s220/July2010.jpg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806789280284600607.post-5154060730237177640</id><published>2009-03-21T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:40:11.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Many Chances Do We Get to Live Our Best Life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t's an age old question, passed along through the ages ... &lt;em&gt;"How many chances do each of us get to live our best life?"&lt;/em&gt; The life we dreamed about as a child, crammed with all those adventures we knew someday would come true. We all have them. Some dreams are nurtured along more than others by our parents, teachers, friends and mentors. Some dreams fall by the way side, quickly replaced by the next passion of the moment and there are some dreams we hold onto and never loose sight of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we learn along the way is that life moves at rapid speed and it becomes easy to loose sight of the things that are truly important. Time passes just living day in and day out and we can run out of time to make those dreams become reality. Sometimes we need something to shake us up and force us to re-evaluate where we are on our life path and just how many of those dreams came true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life threatening event can serve as a powerful force. It gave me the time I needed to slow down, re-evaluate and think. At the end of all that thinking.... I came to the conclusion that it's really important for me to not come to the "end" and look back on my life with regrets. No, I decided pretty early on in the process that's not going to be how it all goes down for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit for as much as I'd like to take the credit for my new found wisdom, it didn't all come from my own personal self evaluation. The ongoing pile of books stacked on my night table, surely have contributed new and interesting perspectives. The power of words continue to amaze and delight me. I have also learned valuable lessons from the eye opening wisdom others have shared with me about their journey's. We're all on that path to finding our best life and what I'm learning along the way is, we can't get there without taking chances when we come to a fork in the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's all said and done, I don't have the answer to &lt;em&gt;"how many chances we get to live our best life."&lt;/em&gt; But I'm pretty sure it's not too many. It takes a clear focus to re-evaluate ones life. A positive attitude and belief that everything really does happen for a reason. Unique caring people came into my life during my battle with cancer that have forever changed me. Some of those people were loosing their fight and knew they wouldn't get another chance, others demonstrated what unconditional love and friendship are all about. I learned a few valuable lessons about the importance of reaching out to others for help even when it's difficult to ask for it. To accept love and embrace the joy that comes from giving it back. I learned the only way for me to live my best life, is to stay focused on working toward the things I am absolutely passionate about.  It's also just as crutial to move on and be willing to try new things when I begin to feel off course and loose sight of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in your dreams, it's up to you to close the deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4806789280284600607-5154060730237177640?l=wordsherpa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/feeds/5154060730237177640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4806789280284600607&amp;postID=5154060730237177640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/5154060730237177640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4806789280284600607/posts/default/5154060730237177640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsherpa.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-many-chances-do-we-get-to-live-our.html' title='How Many Chances Do We Get to Live Our Best Life?'/><author><name>Tamara M Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431329497598298717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSQ4_MsUfU/TzH-Y9xUNRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yuYKRTz77gA/s220/July2010.jpg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
