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		<title>New Years Eve Meditations</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 17:14:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Laura D&#39;Ambrosio</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Darkness
<p>In deep winter, darkness appears still and dormant, but listen closely and you will hear sounds of seeds germinating in the frozen ground, complete flowers secretly stored behind the seed’s husk. In darkness, nature finds rest, rejuvenation, and nourishment for the work of growing. Under the surface, there is invisible activity doing the essential preparation [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3>Darkness</h3>
<p>In deep winter, darkness appears still and dormant, but listen closely and you will hear sounds of seeds germinating in the frozen ground, complete flowers secretly stored behind the seed’s husk. In darkness, nature finds rest, rejuvenation, and nourishment for the work of growing. Under the surface, there is invisible activity doing the essential preparation for the next step in the cycle of life.</p>
<p>There is also the darkness in the soul’s deep interior. Many cultures have a bone lady or skeleton woman myth. She is a woman who fell into the sea, her flesh eaten away by the sea creatures until she was nothing but bones. After a long time, a man found her and despite his fear, began to drum and care for her bones. As he drummed, she cried. Her tears and his drumbeat put flesh on her bones and returned her to vitality and love.</p>
<p>When bone lady comes into your life, she strips you to your core and carries away all but the essential. In time, your heart’s drumbeat ultimately calls you to dance and emerge with renewed vitality, singing as Barbara McAffee sings:</p>
<blockquote><p>Every time I go into the darkness, I return with fistfuls of jewels.</p></blockquote>
<p>The journey into the shadows of the soul while often painful is essential for it prepares you for your next step in life.</p>
<p>It is from wrestling the shadows that you become more human, more humble. Educator and activist Parker Palmer gives this beautiful reason:</p>
<blockquote><p>Because as we do so, we will meet the darkness that we carry within ourselves—the ultimate source of the shadows that we project onto other people. If we do not understand that the enemy is within, we will find a thousand ways of making someone “out there” into the enemy, becoming (people) who oppress rather than liberate others.</p></blockquote>
<p>In the darkness, we germinate the seeds of our lives, our creative children and dreams, and give them the nourishment needed for growth.</p>
<p><strong><em>Fire of Letting Go</em></strong><em></em><br />
What do you need to let go of at this time? Embrace the bone lady. Ask her and the fire to take what no longer serves you. Bless the darkness and thank it for holding the seeds of your dreams.</p>
<h3>Light</h3>
<p>Winter solstice marks the longest night of the year. From this point on, days grow longer, second by second, minute by minute. Before, people lived more in harmony with the natural cycles of day and night, summer and winter. While some people still celebrate solstice, anticipating and reveling in the return of the sun, in a world made bright with lamps and streetlights, it’s easy to miss such an event.</p>
<p>Though we may skip over the astronomical event called solstice, we still feel a deep need to commemorate the turning of the seasons and mark a new beginning. And so we celebrate the New Year.</p>
<p>New Year’s Eve is a time for celebration and a time many people create New Years resolutions. Resolutions that often fade as the months march on.  This year, instead of setting resolutions, set intentions.</p>
<p>Resolutions often focus on fixing something. They tend to feel set and definitive. Intentions are visualizations of how you want to be. They feel purposeful and help guide the mind. A resolution to “lose weight” becomes an intention to “feel fit and energetic”.</p>
<p>Even more, intentions tap into the universal energy of intent. Carlos Castaneda describes:</p>
<p>Intent is a force that exists in the universe. When sorcerers (those who live of the Source) beckon intent, it comes to them and sets up the path for attainment&#8230;</p>
<p>A Mary Oliver poem begins, “’Make of yourself a light,’ said the Buddha, before he died. ”. The light the Buddha speaks of is the Source of intent. The real you is that divine spark, the inner light that nourishes the seeds within your soul’s soil.</p>
<p>This year, create intentions to ignite the seeds you’ve been nourishing in the darkness. Be like the earth growing in radiance as she moves closer the sun. As you harness the power of intent and live according to your ever brightening radiance, the seeds that hold the potential of your dreams—like those that hold the potential of a pine tree or a blade of grass, will ignite with life and grow.</p>
<p><strong><em>Fire of Intention</em></strong><em></em><br />
What do you want to bring into your life and the world at this time? How can you be of service? Ask the fire to connect you to the power of intent and ignite your dreams.</p>
<p><strong><em>Giving to the World Visualization</em></strong><em></em><br />
Visualize a golden light within you and spread it out. First to those about you—your friends and relatives—and then gradually to the whole world—including all of nature.</p>
<p>Copyright ©, 2009 by Laura D’Ambrosio</p>
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		<title>Just a Nice Day</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 16:20:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Laura D&#39;Ambrosio</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>The ocean has always been soothing to me. Somehow the surf, the salt spray, the pelicans skimming the blueness, gulls torpedoing in for dinner, the grit in my toes, the abundance invisible beneath the surface, the sheer, vast, power of the sea call me home to myself. I crave, no I need, the sea and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The ocean has always been soothing to me. Somehow the surf, the salt spray, the pelicans skimming the blueness, gulls torpedoing in for dinner, the grit in my toes, the abundance invisible beneath the surface, the sheer, vast, power of the sea call me home to myself. I crave, no I need, the sea and seek out beaches as I travel.</p>
<p>On Newport Beach after a long day with a client, my brain boiled with questions and worries. I walked slowly, my head down. As each wave curled over the sand and snuck back into the sea, sandpipers skittered at the edge of the foam and little bubbles popped on the wet sand. The bubbles are the trail of live seashells burrowing back into the cool, moist sand to avoid being washed out to sea or drying out on the surface. Maybe they are also frantically avoiding the long beaks of the sandpipers.</p>
<p>I paused, the frigid Pacific bathing my feet as my shoulders sought the sun’s warmth. The boiling questions about my dwindling retirement account, the desert dry business climate, family agonies, and my own future slowed a little, just enough for my poetic mind to fire. “There’s got to be some big, hairy, philosophical meaning here. Some spiritual lesson I’m supposed to learn.” I took a deep breath.</p>
<p>Maybe I could talk about how each of us needs the dark, moist times of our lives to grow. Or maybe I could dig into the idea of cycles and circles, rhythms and flows, fear and safety. Analogies and clichés even the tired old “bury your head in the sand” floated in my mind. I pondered but no one theme stood out. I almost gave up and gave into frustration. I started to walk again, then I got it. There is no overarching spiritual meaning, no philosophical analogy to be found, no deep human lessons, at least not that day. The meaning is simply the sun warming my skin, the sea critters doing what they do every moment, the sea rolling and crashing on the beach, the gulls and pelicans hunting. The meaning is that, sometimes, it’s just a nice day.</p>
<p>I smiled and kept walking.</p>
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		<title>Being Grateful Amidst the Turmoil</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2009 21:40:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Laura D&#39;Ambrosio</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>In Seward, Alaska, the campgrounds were all full which was just as well. Seward’s city campgrounds are bumper-to-bumper RV sites and nylon-to-nylon tent sites. I prefer more space. But I was crabby as I drove out of town, I’d been driving all day and was past ready to stop.</p>
<p>While pumping gas, I mentioned my camping [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In Seward, Alaska, the campgrounds were all full which was just as well. Seward’s city campgrounds are bumper-to-bumper RV sites and nylon-to-nylon tent sites. I prefer more space. But I was crabby as I drove out of town, I’d been driving all day and was past ready to stop.</p>
<p>While pumping gas, I mentioned my camping dilemma to the guy behind the counter. He nodded, thumbing toward a beat up pick-up truck camper, “I’ve been on the road for seventeen years. Just drive up Exit Glacier Road. You’ll find a spot. Forest Service land has lots of turn out to camp in.” “Thanks,” I told him. As I walked away he called out, “Hey, camp at the first turn out before the campground. You can live in those privies they’re so clean!”</p>
<p>I took his advice, and joined three RVs and an SUV on the concrete turn out. The privies were clean—but not that clean! Before I left Homer, I’d rearranged the stuff in my car so I could sleep in the back if I did not want to pitch my tent. It seemed easy enough. All I had to do was pull some stuff from the back, load it onto the front seats, squish the sleeping pad in next to Keesha’s dog bed, roll out my sleeping bag and crawl in. It all worked just fine except the crawl in part. I had to be a contortionist to get in the side door all hunched over and thread my way into my sleeping bag. Once in, I dropped quickly into sleep, Keesha’s slow breathing softly lulling me into my dreams.</p>
<p>The next morning I woke to steamed-up windows and fog covered mountains. I pried myself out of the sleeping bag and uncurled to stand on the blacktop turn out. One by one, the RVs left. Soon only Keesha and I were left to watch the sun’s fingers caress the fog off the face of the glacier, brushing the white face with gold. I perched on the curb, hot tea in hand and laughed. Here I was sitting on concrete, cooking my breakfast on blacktop having just slept in my car and I couldn’t be more joyful!</p>
<p>My heart danced with the sun, holding hands with the glacier and I burst with a feeling a freedom. “I am free,” I shouted to the glacier. “I am free,” I called to the raven. “I am free,” I grinned at Keesha who grinned back and said, “Yes you are!” in her special canine language.</p>
<p>In this crazy economic time we live in, it’s helpful to remember that freedom and joy exist within us and are not dependent on the fancy trappings of life—large houses, fancy cars, designer jeans, a five star hotel vacation. You’ll have your own ways, but here’s a few ideas:</p>
<p>•    Sit in your own backyard and do nothing<br />
•    Lift your face to the warming spring sun<br />
•    Catch the joy of a puppy rolling in the last snow pile<br />
•    Sip something warm and breathe<br />
•    Walk slowly and notice the birds<br />
•    Say hello to your neighbors<br />
•    Be grateful for your life no matter what is happening—your life is still precious</p>
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		<title>Seven Skills for Navigiating the New Ecomomy</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 20:06:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Laura D&#39;Ambrosio</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>For years, I&#8217;ve been an instructional designer, technical writer, trainer, project manager and change analyst. I&#8217;ve loved it and there were days that I wished I could go plant flowers instead of solve business problems.  This career gave me a good living and allowed me the means to do other things I love to do, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>For years, I&#8217;ve been an instructional designer, technical writer, trainer, project manager and change analyst. I&#8217;ve loved it and there were days that I wished I could go plant flowers instead of solve business problems.  This career gave me a good living and allowed me the means to do other things I love to do, like travel. Then the world changed.</p>
<p>We have a stalled economy. Social media proliferation. Speed of communication.  Downsizing that feels permanent. Foreclosures. Stress. Depression even. We need new skills in this world. New ways to live if we want to live more fully. New ways to make a living. These are the seven skills I think we need to navigate the new world we find ourselves in:</p>
<ol>
<li>Learn critical financial skills. Create a budget. Know about mortgages and refinances. Reduce expenses. Figure out how to share.</li>
<li>Understand the ways social media, blogging and new technologies can help you. Learn how to use them, if not for you, to keep up with your kids.</li>
<li>If you are not healthy, you can&#8217;t cope as easily. So go for a walk and stretch and eat your veggies.</li>
<li>Speaking of food, learn how to cook and grow your own veggies. It tastes better, costs less and can be more fun than going out. And weeding counts as exercise.</li>
<li>Spend time with family and friends. Learn who your neighbors are and have people over for a potluck meal.</li>
<li>Cultivate hope and inspiration. It&#8217;s different for everyone but find time to look at the stars, feel the breeze, be in silence, laugh, play with a puppy. Whatever feeds your soul.</li>
<li>Help others. It&#8217;s amazing how wonderful it feels to do even the smallest kindness for others.</li>
</ol>
<p>As my old familiar life burns away, I practice these skills, knowing that new opportunities, maybe better ones await. As my friend said in a comment, &#8220;Barn burned; now I can see the stars.&#8221;</p>
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