<?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-4188956930468124569</id><updated>2012-03-04T21:50:56.851-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year with Simple Abundance</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-2826262593542761656</id><published>2011-02-14T08:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T08:55:15.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Buried Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lsg3rddseK4/TVkvGVoFhFI/AAAAAAAAJWE/4rdOSp4eFLY/s1600/woman_sitting_and_watching_sunset_at_the_beach-other.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lsg3rddseK4/TVkvGVoFhFI/AAAAAAAAJWE/4rdOSp4eFLY/s400/woman_sitting_and_watching_sunset_at_the_beach-other.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where there is great love there are always miracles. - Willa Cather&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running short on time this morning so I'll leave with you with an excert from today's essay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Today is a day for being. Be with those you love, be kind to yourself. Be quiet and call forth the dream you buried long ago. The ember is still glowing in your soul. See it in your mind, hold it tenderly in your heart. "The dream&amp;nbsp; was always running ahead of one," Anasis Nin confessed. "To catch up, live for a moment in union with it, that was the miracle."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gratitude:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A busy, blessed Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have three ladies that want to host parties for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;3. Flowers picked from the yard....camellias.&lt;br /&gt;4. Being productive first thing in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sold $1,202 in retail of Mary Kay products!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-2826262593542761656?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/2826262593542761656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=2826262593542761656&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/2826262593542761656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/2826262593542761656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/02/buried-dreams.html' title='Buried Dreams'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lsg3rddseK4/TVkvGVoFhFI/AAAAAAAAJWE/4rdOSp4eFLY/s72-c/woman_sitting_and_watching_sunset_at_the_beach-other.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-7946911082675763180</id><published>2011-02-13T07:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T07:44:04.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Have a Unique Point of View: Loving Your Authenticity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FF172lbK5Fc/TVfcQxA53QI/AAAAAAAAJWA/TyRW8AT56Yc/s1600/flower-in-vase.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FF172lbK5Fc/TVfcQxA53QI/AAAAAAAAJWA/TyRW8AT56Yc/s400/flower-in-vase.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A sobering thought: what if, right at this very moment, I am living up to my full potential? - Jane Wagner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah has given us an assignment to take $25 in fives and hide the five dollar bills in the pockets of all of our coats and jackets to serve as a reminder that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;each day you love, honor, and respect your own unique point of view, you're a step closer to finding a fortune. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;She also challenges us to treat ourselves more generously and to do something out of the ordinary to lift our spirits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude:&lt;br /&gt;1. My love fixed my computer!&lt;br /&gt;2. I bought a gorgeous gray leather purse/bag for $12....it was 50% off!&lt;br /&gt;3. I also bought a&amp;nbsp;pretty, ruffled blouse in muted pink. It is in&amp;nbsp;one of my super colors and looks fabulous on me!&lt;br /&gt;4. Warmer, sunshiney weather....&lt;br /&gt;5. A good marriage.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-7946911082675763180?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/7946911082675763180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=7946911082675763180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/7946911082675763180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/7946911082675763180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-have-unique-point-of-view-loving.html' title='You Have a Unique Point of View: Loving Your Authenticity'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FF172lbK5Fc/TVfcQxA53QI/AAAAAAAAJWA/TyRW8AT56Yc/s72-c/flower-in-vase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-443420348876885866</id><published>2011-02-13T07:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T07:23:04.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon a Time You Trusted Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v0iFA-lh6kU/TVfWw4H0hTI/AAAAAAAAJV8/X2Y5E9D4wmg/s1600/Girl_with_her_Dog2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="311" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v0iFA-lh6kU/TVfWw4H0hTI/AAAAAAAAJV8/X2Y5E9D4wmg/s400/Girl_with_her_Dog2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just trust yourself, then you will know how to live. - Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ten years old, I was a happy, confidant girl who loved life, school, birds&amp;nbsp;and music. My room was always&amp;nbsp;neat and clean. I played outside a lot riding my Pink Panther bike, doing flips pretending to be a gymnast, and hanging out with my best friend, Paula, who lived caddy-cornered from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ten, I loved the color purple. I was good at spelling and loved art and science. My favorite games were Clue, Perfection, and jacks. I remember eating fried chicken a lot - that was Daddy's favorite so Mama made it three times a week. Life was sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my parents divorced, we moved to a new town, and&amp;nbsp;I lost that happy, confidant girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who were you at&amp;nbsp;ten years of age?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-443420348876885866?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/443420348876885866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=443420348876885866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/443420348876885866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/443420348876885866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/02/once-upon-time-you-trusted-yourself.html' title='Once Upon a Time You Trusted Yourself'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v0iFA-lh6kU/TVfWw4H0hTI/AAAAAAAAJV8/X2Y5E9D4wmg/s72-c/Girl_with_her_Dog2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-8114996682444996467</id><published>2011-02-11T17:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T17:23:20.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine Dicontent: Learning To Live By Your Own Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t16C9OB31B8/TVXBg5W8lUI/AAAAAAAAJV4/96814GYXeRo/s1600/young_woman_holding_balloons_in_garden_17bv0026rf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="278" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t16C9OB31B8/TVXBg5W8lUI/AAAAAAAAJV4/96814GYXeRo/s400/young_woman_holding_balloons_in_garden_17bv0026rf.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grace strikes us when we are in great pain and restlessness...Sometimes at that moment a wave of light breaks into our darkness, and it is as though a voice were saying: "You are accepted." - Paul Johannes Tillich&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again I have found that when I try to do anything in my own strength I flounder and fall on my face. I need the guidance of a Higher Power (God). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also experienced many times of divine discontent and hate everything from my hair to my clothes to food. Nothing excites or motivates me. I just want to be left alone to wallow in my misery....bah humbug! However, Sarah says that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"Discontent and disorder are signs of energy and hope, not despair."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I have the power, as do you, to change the course of my life. All that is required is that we access the power and have the courage to live by our own lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gratitude:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Paid off several debts today...woohoo! &lt;br /&gt;2. There were tons of Robins out this morning. Spring is coming!&lt;br /&gt;3. Had a fun afternoon out with the girls at the movies. We saw Justin Bieber's Never Say Never.&lt;br /&gt;4. Walked out of Books a Million without buying one thing. I can get most books for free at the library.&lt;br /&gt;5. My MK debut party was a success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I have a computer virus, so my computer time may be interrupted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-8114996682444996467?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/8114996682444996467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=8114996682444996467&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/8114996682444996467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/8114996682444996467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/02/divine-dicontent-learning-to-live-by.html' title='Divine Dicontent: Learning To Live By Your Own Lights'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t16C9OB31B8/TVXBg5W8lUI/AAAAAAAAJV4/96814GYXeRo/s72-c/young_woman_holding_balloons_in_garden_17bv0026rf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-8583257529016786789</id><published>2011-02-10T08:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T08:03:38.799-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Creating An Authentic Lifestyle For Yourself and Those You Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H9Hf4Xipw94/TVPt0MVqOfI/AAAAAAAAJV0/lE-ISw14Y64/s1600/SummerDecorating.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H9Hf4Xipw94/TVPt0MVqOfI/AAAAAAAAJV0/lE-ISw14Y64/s400/SummerDecorating.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a funny thing about life; if you refuse to accept anything but the best, you very often get it. - Somerset Maugham&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this journey to simplicity, I am learning that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;quality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is always better than &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;quantity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I am willing to hold out for the perfect things I need, whether it be clothes or home furnishings, than to settle for second best. I don't do a lot of shopping anyway - other than shopping for food. But when I do shop the color and style&amp;nbsp;has to be just right and it must make my heart skip a beat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worth qualitty and so are you!&lt;br /&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gratitude:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The local weather forecaster is predicting frigid air may be a thing of the past after this week. Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;2. My love had a good check this week and my check will be good, too.&lt;br /&gt;3. The fan which provides white noise while I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;4. Puppy love. :)&lt;br /&gt;5. Looks as if I am going to have a good turnout for my Mary Kay debut party tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-8583257529016786789?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/8583257529016786789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=8583257529016786789&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/8583257529016786789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/8583257529016786789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/02/creating-authentic-lifestyle-for.html' title='Creating An Authentic Lifestyle For Yourself and Those You Love'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H9Hf4Xipw94/TVPt0MVqOfI/AAAAAAAAJV0/lE-ISw14Y64/s72-c/SummerDecorating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-7836539751669677022</id><published>2011-02-10T07:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T07:45:49.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fresh Canvas Every Twenty-Four Hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vDL_8ArI6jY/TVPp_gyHSTI/AAAAAAAAJVw/bu3G5KCC_j4/s1600/canvas.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vDL_8ArI6jY/TVPp_gyHSTI/AAAAAAAAJVw/bu3G5KCC_j4/s400/canvas.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;a href="http://ellencrimitrent.typepad.com/my_weblog/2008/05/whats-new.html"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another real thing! I am not dead yet! I can still call forth a piece of soul and set it down in color, fixed forever. - Keri Hulme&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes time to create the life you want. You have to prep for it, for skipping this step creates problems later on. It can not be rushed. It takes time - and patience - to create your ideal life. Each day we are given a fresh start....a fresh canvas to paint, a new page in the journal of life. Days to be savored and appreciated.&amp;nbsp;What will you do with yours today?&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to post this yesterday&amp;nbsp; as I had to take my son to the doctor bright &amp;amp; early. He has strep throat. All is well in my world today. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-7836539751669677022?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/7836539751669677022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=7836539751669677022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/7836539751669677022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/7836539751669677022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/02/fresh-canvas-every-twenty-four-hours.html' title='A Fresh Canvas Every Twenty-Four Hours'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vDL_8ArI6jY/TVPp_gyHSTI/AAAAAAAAJVw/bu3G5KCC_j4/s72-c/canvas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-4328765490912428076</id><published>2011-02-08T08:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T08:05:49.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are An Artist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TVFK3YG2YOI/AAAAAAAAJVs/DOm3XGuTpik/s1600/Valerie_in_Crazy_Chair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TVFK3YG2YOI/AAAAAAAAJVs/DOm3XGuTpik/s400/Valerie_in_Crazy_Chair.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inside you there's an artist you don't know about ....Say yes quickly, if you know, if you've known it from before the beginning of the universe. - Jalai Ud-Din Rumi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;To be the artist of your own life means to follow your authenticity, listen to your intuition,&amp;nbsp;to be willing to try new things and step out of your comfort zone. We make endless choices each day - the route we drive to work or to the market, what we'll wear, what we'll cook. Do something new and inspiration will abound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You can never going wrong when you are living authentically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gratitude:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. Had a great time at the MK Success meeting and learned alot&amp;nbsp;of great&amp;nbsp;tax info for the self-employed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. I didn't have to cook dinner last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. Orange Fanta sodas - they taste good and are caffiene-free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;4. Inspirational books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;A good heater in my car on cold days.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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/4188956930468124569-4328765490912428076?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/4328765490912428076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=4328765490912428076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/4328765490912428076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/4328765490912428076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-are-artist.html' title='You Are An Artist'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TVFK3YG2YOI/AAAAAAAAJVs/DOm3XGuTpik/s72-c/Valerie_in_Crazy_Chair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-6848196165058814760</id><published>2011-02-07T07:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T07:55:10.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Artist Is Someone Who Creates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TU3okgKzItI/AAAAAAAAJVk/2o1G_P2zPvs/s1600/Jane_Seymour_paintbrush.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TU3okgKzItI/AAAAAAAAJVk/2o1G_P2zPvs/s400/Jane_Seymour_paintbrush.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how....The artist never entirely knows. We guess. We may be wrong, but we take a leap after leap in the dark. - Agnes De Mille&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all artists. Perhaps we don't paint, write, sing, act, or dance for a living - but we are the artists of our own lives. We must be willing to take a chance, try something new, listen to our intuition&amp;nbsp;in order to create the kind of life we are passionate about. What is the worst thing that could happen?&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gratitude:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;Heartfelt prayer.&lt;br /&gt;2. Lifted burdens.&lt;br /&gt;3. Four days off work. It felt like a mini-vacation!&lt;br /&gt;4. A clean bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pink carnations in a pretty vase on the dining table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-6848196165058814760?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/6848196165058814760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=6848196165058814760&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/6848196165058814760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/6848196165058814760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/02/artist-is-someone-who-creates.html' title='An Artist Is Someone Who Creates'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TU3okgKzItI/AAAAAAAAJVk/2o1G_P2zPvs/s72-c/Jane_Seymour_paintbrush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-2501933368881177325</id><published>2011-02-06T09:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T09:15:04.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remaking Your Own World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TU3mALy3sII/AAAAAAAAJVg/tCit8PabTHY/s1600/WomanMeditatingGreen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TU3mALy3sII/AAAAAAAAJVg/tCit8PabTHY/s400/WomanMeditatingGreen.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have made my world and it is a much better world than I ever saw outside. - Louise Nevelson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not very good about maintaining a sense of rhythm in my home. It's too easy to get off track and out of sorts. But I am getting a little&amp;nbsp;better at saying no. No thank you. I'm sorry I have plans already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was volun-told several months&amp;nbsp;to be the Family Readiness Group's Chair person for my husband's&amp;nbsp;National Guard unit. I didn't want the position. So when we had elections&amp;nbsp;yesterday afternoon. I refused the position. I have enough on my plate as it is between my family, working, and trying to get my Mary Kay business off the ground. I am still involved in the FRG as Treasurer and I'm fine with that. But I had to draw the line and say "this much and no more". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must learn to do it, too. It is incredibly liberating to say no to things that don't make your heart sing. You will find yourself less resentful and happier as a result. &lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gratitude:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.We have been in our home a year as of yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;2. The bright red blooms of my camellia bushes.&lt;br /&gt;3. I had to stand up and speak at the FRG meeting and I did it!&lt;br /&gt;4. Window crayons by Crayola....super neat!&lt;br /&gt;5. Sunshine. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-2501933368881177325?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/2501933368881177325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=2501933368881177325&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/2501933368881177325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/2501933368881177325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/02/remaking-your-own-world.html' title='Remaking Your Own World'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TU3mALy3sII/AAAAAAAAJVg/tCit8PabTHY/s72-c/WomanMeditatingGreen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-312370155928207190</id><published>2011-02-05T12:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T12:04:08.719-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Is Too Much With Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TU1513VQiTI/AAAAAAAAJVc/JrRxodVZTWU/s1600/earth.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TU1513VQiTI/AAAAAAAAJVc/JrRxodVZTWU/s400/earth.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I mean by living to one's self is living in the world, as in it, not of it. - William Hazlitt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are surrounded by so-called experts and&amp;nbsp;news media in this age of information, it is easy to feel overwhelmed by it all and lose our way. We need to step back and turn off the noise so we are able to listen to our hearts and intuition. Is it easy to do? No, but it is worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah advises us to stop watching the news for a week minimum, buy glossy magazines that make us feel less than, to wean ourselves off the onions of others. This is &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; life we are living. Shouldn't we be the authority of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only when we can turn off the background noise that we can our authentic self speak.&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gratitude:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Saw a pair of bluebirds this morning.&lt;br /&gt;2. Slept in until 9am. A rare treat!&lt;br /&gt;3. Got a new cell phone for free&amp;nbsp;with GPS (which I need!).&lt;br /&gt;4. A third day at home. :)&lt;br /&gt;5. Simplicity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-312370155928207190?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/312370155928207190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=312370155928207190&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/312370155928207190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/312370155928207190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/02/world-is-too-much-with-us.html' title='The World Is Too Much With Us'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TU1513VQiTI/AAAAAAAAJVc/JrRxodVZTWU/s72-c/earth.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-2074828504658404081</id><published>2011-02-04T10:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T10:53:18.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Authentic Self Is the Soul Made Visible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TUwjl1mfv8I/AAAAAAAAJVY/4N1uI7eXtRM/s1600/woman-against-blue-sky-arms-high-simon-younes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TUwjl1mfv8I/AAAAAAAAJVY/4N1uI7eXtRM/s400/woman-against-blue-sky-arms-high-simon-younes.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My business is not to remake myself, but make the absolute best of what God made. - Robert Browning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see so many people - women particularly - who try to change themselves into someone they are not. I have been guilty of this myself in the past. However, it would be so much easier to be the best we can be, that we &lt;em&gt;already are&lt;/em&gt; instead of trying to become someone we are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can begin by loving the body we have today. Buy clothes that fit you now, not when you were twenty pounds lighter. Work with your hair instead of flat-ironing it/perming it to death. Play up your assets and disguise your flaws as best you can and get out there and live a wonderful life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must live by our own lights if we are ever to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gratitude:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have 10 tentative guests for my Mark Kay Debut party.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have two orders so far.&lt;br /&gt;3. It's not nearly as cold today as it was yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;4. I have seen Robins in the nieghborhood. That always reminds me that Spring is not very far away.&lt;br /&gt;5. Another day free from work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-2074828504658404081?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/2074828504658404081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=2074828504658404081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/2074828504658404081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/2074828504658404081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/02/authentic-self-is-soul-made-visible.html' title='The Authentic Self Is the Soul Made Visible'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TUwjl1mfv8I/AAAAAAAAJVY/4N1uI7eXtRM/s72-c/woman-against-blue-sky-arms-high-simon-younes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-8233570946833053449</id><published>2011-02-03T09:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T09:16:09.494-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovering Your Authentic Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TUrDZoH1CnI/AAAAAAAAJVU/HiNSeTve14Y/s1600/bigstock_Smiling_Woman_2974746.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TUrDZoH1CnI/AAAAAAAAJVU/HiNSeTve14Y/s400/bigstock_Smiling_Woman_2974746.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To love oneself is the beginning of a life-long romance. - Oscar Wilde&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the days when everything seems right with the world. I only wish I felt that way every day! I am sure you would agree. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we reach our authenticity? We take care of ourselves. We indulge in a little pampering. We live each day to the fullest and find that joy is waiting for us at every turn, if we can will just pay attention. We must also be open to change and welcome it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often fear change, but not all change is bad. It is so easy to get comfortable where we are, which leads to boredom and merely existing. So we need to step outside of our comfort zones and shake things up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try a new recipe. Drive a different route. Try a new hobby. Go on a adventure. Then we know we are alive and living life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;***********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gratitude:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am off work for the next four days!&lt;br /&gt;2. Being able to ride while Kendall drives and &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; have a panic attack! :)&lt;br /&gt;3. $100 bird-dog check for my love referring someone to a car salesman and the car was sold.&lt;br /&gt;4. Organized the girls' craft table....looks so much better.&lt;br /&gt;5. Outside it is bitterly cold, but inside the house is warm and cozy.&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/4188956930468124569-8233570946833053449?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/8233570946833053449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=8233570946833053449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/8233570946833053449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/8233570946833053449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/02/discovering-your-authentic-self.html' title='Discovering Your Authentic Self'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TUrDZoH1CnI/AAAAAAAAJVU/HiNSeTve14Y/s72-c/bigstock_Smiling_Woman_2974746.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-7477817474729279729</id><published>2011-02-02T08:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T08:33:32.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing What You Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TUloQSAsIHI/AAAAAAAAJVM/XD9J8f92UTU/s1600/woman-and-dog-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TUloQSAsIHI/AAAAAAAAJVM/XD9J8f92UTU/s400/woman-and-dog-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps loving something is the only starting place there is for making your life your own. - Alice Koller&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should be able to know exactly what it is that we love, but that is seldom the case. Sarah gives us an assignment this week to go on creative excursions to a home furnishing/decorative accessories shop and pay attention to what grabs our attention. Make note of it in a notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then next week we are to go to a new clothing boutique to browse.&amp;nbsp;A high-end,&amp;nbsp;expensive&amp;nbsp;store that you've never had the courage to go into before. Sarah advises us to be open to authentic aspirations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Remember this is the year for asking questions. The most essential one we can ask is: what is it I truly love? Be patient. We're not going to overhaul our lives, our homes, or our wardrobes in a week. Trust that your authentic life will unfold naturally and with grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;*******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gratitude:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. According to the groundhog, Spring is to come early!&lt;br /&gt;2. Setting goals.&lt;br /&gt;3. Paid off one small debt yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;4. Stepping outside of my comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;5. The unconditional love and companionship of pets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-7477817474729279729?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/7477817474729279729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=7477817474729279729&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/7477817474729279729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/7477817474729279729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/02/knowing-what-you-love.html' title='Knowing What You Love'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TUloQSAsIHI/AAAAAAAAJVM/XD9J8f92UTU/s72-c/woman-and-dog-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-280181681293623035</id><published>2011-02-01T07:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T08:15:43.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Excursions: The Gift of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TUljaNrj3aI/AAAAAAAAJVI/GY6yyIzRWIw/s1600/SuperStock_1672R-18752.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TUljaNrj3aI/AAAAAAAAJVI/GY6yyIzRWIw/s400/SuperStock_1672R-18752.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I celebrate myself, and sing myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I loafe and invite my soul....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Walt Whitman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative excursions used to be so hard for me, especially when the kids were younger. Now I can quite happily escape at the book store, thrift shop, or craft store. I think it would be harder to go to a movie alone or to a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I am quite busy with work and all. On my off days I want to be with my family and be home catching up on housework and resting. Sarah warns that creative excursions are the hardest part of simple abundance and I believe she may be right.&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gratitude:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Crockpot dinners&lt;br /&gt;2. Flowers I bought two weeks ago are still pretty.&lt;br /&gt;3. Freshly washed bed linens&lt;br /&gt;4. Jeans that fit well&lt;br /&gt;5. Comfy shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-280181681293623035?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/280181681293623035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=280181681293623035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/280181681293623035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/280181681293623035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/02/creative-excursions-gift-of-time.html' title='Creative Excursions: The Gift of Time'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TUljaNrj3aI/AAAAAAAAJVI/GY6yyIzRWIw/s72-c/SuperStock_1672R-18752.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-609025226288321550</id><published>2011-01-31T23:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T23:10:39.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Embracing Joyful Simplicities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBuu44jBJI/AAAAAAAAJUU/BKH1EJvt324/s1600/-nice-woman-Eterna4ui2-General-greetings-Smukke-kvinder-beautifuls-PMac18-ArtPretty-Women-flowers-Judy-angels-faces-women-sensual-Good-Morning_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBuu44jBJI/AAAAAAAAJUU/BKH1EJvt324/s400/-nice-woman-Eterna4ui2-General-greetings-Smukke-kvinder-beautifuls-PMac18-ArtPretty-Women-flowers-Judy-angels-faces-women-sensual-Good-Morning_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Year by year the complexities of this spinning world grow more bewildering and so each year we need all the more to seek peace and comfort in the joyful simplicities. -Woman's Home Companion, December 1935&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January has come and gone. We have been traveling along this path of Simple Abundance for a month now. How are you feeling about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What simple joys do you enjoy? I enjoy reading a good book, sitting in the sun on nice days, going for a country drive, walking along the beach, hot cocoa in a heavy mug, music, afternoon naps, making my husband laugh,&amp;nbsp;and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is drudgery to our days, but that is a part of life. I don't think that&amp;nbsp;it is meant to be a punishment, but rather a time to be mindful. It also makes us savor the simple joys even more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy, oh how we need it.&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gratitude:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Meeting new women through Mary Kay.&lt;br /&gt;2. My love washed dishes so I wouldn't have to after a long day at work, a MK meeting, and a work meeting.&lt;br /&gt;3. Changing out of my work shoes into my comfy home choes.&lt;br /&gt;4. After learning about my "colors", realizing that 99% of my clothes are in the colors that look best on me.&lt;br /&gt;5. Giving sincere compliments and making someone's day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-609025226288321550?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/609025226288321550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=609025226288321550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/609025226288321550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/609025226288321550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/01/embracing-joyful-simplicities.html' title='Embracing Joyful Simplicities'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBuu44jBJI/AAAAAAAAJUU/BKH1EJvt324/s72-c/-nice-woman-Eterna4ui2-General-greetings-Smukke-kvinder-beautifuls-PMac18-ArtPretty-Women-flowers-Judy-angels-faces-women-sensual-Good-Morning_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-7878627284684118130</id><published>2011-01-30T19:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T19:49:20.832-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Golden Mirror Meditation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBtTj4SulI/AAAAAAAAJUQ/mHF6kZGNrXM/s1600/Framed%252520Ornate%252520Gold%252520Mirror%2525201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBtTj4SulI/AAAAAAAAJUQ/mHF6kZGNrXM/s400/Framed%252520Ornate%252520Gold%252520Mirror%2525201.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almost always it is the fear of being ourselves that brings us to the mirror. -Antonio Porchia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a love/hate relationship with mirrors. I tend to see the crow's feet, the extra pounds, and the gray hair rather than my blue eyes, chic hairstyle, or&amp;nbsp;shapely legs and arms. I have always been harder and more critical of myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time I got to know my authentic self in all of her radiant beauty. A woman who is love with life and is passionate, intuitive and secure in who she is.&amp;nbsp;A woman who is genuinely happy with herself in spite of her imperfections.&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gratitude:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A wonderful date night with my love.&lt;br /&gt;2. Laughing with friends.&lt;br /&gt;3. Homemade ranch dressing.&lt;br /&gt;4. Comfortable&amp;nbsp;companionship.&lt;br /&gt;5. Lots of coupons in this Sunday's paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-7878627284684118130?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/7878627284684118130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=7878627284684118130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/7878627284684118130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/7878627284684118130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/01/golden-mirror-meditation.html' title='The Golden Mirror Meditation'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBtTj4SulI/AAAAAAAAJUQ/mHF6kZGNrXM/s72-c/Framed%252520Ornate%252520Gold%252520Mirror%2525201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-1132185696254680198</id><published>2011-01-29T10:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T10:05:32.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Personal Treasure Map</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBsS52tEFI/AAAAAAAAJUM/a2JNB3NaCME/s1600/1814529357_4c5736198b_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBsS52tEFI/AAAAAAAAJUM/a2JNB3NaCME/s400/1814529357_4c5736198b_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; {&lt;a href="http://myartfullife.wordpress.com/2007/11/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also. - Matthew 6:21&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a similar activity to the Illustrated Discover Journal. The only difference here is we are trying to get a feel for our ideal life in picture form. When that is accomplished we can then focus our energies on drawing those things to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, this sounds a lot like the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Law-Attraction-Basics-Teachings-Abraham/dp/1401917593/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1296316800&amp;amp;sr=1-3"&gt;Law of Attraction&lt;/a&gt; that gained worldwide&amp;nbsp;attention after the release of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Secret-Rhonda-Byrne/dp/1582701709/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1296316830&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Secret&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gratitude:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A gorgeous day with high of 70 degrees!&lt;br /&gt;2. Fresh flowers in the home.&lt;br /&gt;3. Clean laundry washed with Gain with Febreeze.&lt;br /&gt;4. Pretty candleholders.&lt;br /&gt;5. Shabby chic decor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-1132185696254680198?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/1132185696254680198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=1132185696254680198&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/1132185696254680198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/1132185696254680198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/01/your-personal-treasure-map.html' title='Your Personal Treasure Map'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBsS52tEFI/AAAAAAAAJUM/a2JNB3NaCME/s72-c/1814529357_4c5736198b_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-5177003997822791614</id><published>2011-01-28T19:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T19:57:29.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Illustrated Discovery Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBnzKayDwI/AAAAAAAAJUI/5grgSd6jSvE/s1600/2258180777_40f65dbf87.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="372" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBnzKayDwI/AAAAAAAAJUI/5grgSd6jSvE/s400/2258180777_40f65dbf87.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;{&lt;a href="http://www.shift-it-coach.com/blog/?p=141"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knowledge of what you love somehow comes to you, you don't have to read nor analyze nor study. If you love a thing enough, knowledge of it seeps into you, with particulars more real than any chart can furnish.&amp;nbsp;- Jessamyn West&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hard time with knowing exactly what it is I love. Some things I&amp;nbsp; love without a doubt - roses, the seashore, romantic cottages, Willow Tree figurines, polka dots and paisley prints. That is why the Illustrated Discovery Journal is so important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By finding pictures we are drawn to, gluing them onto the page and studying them - we unearth our authentic loves. At least that is what Sarah says will happen. What have we got to lose? I think this should be a fun activity. There is no right or wrong.....only clarity&amp;nbsp;will be gained.&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gratitude:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am now a Mary Kay consultant!&lt;br /&gt;2. As of January 26th, my love and I have been together 19 years. Our wedding anniversary is in June.&lt;br /&gt;3. I went to bed super early last night (8pm) and woke up feeling refreshed and renewed.&lt;br /&gt;4. Today was payday for me and I got a dollar tip.&lt;br /&gt;5. Talked to my bestie on the phone and she's coming over to visit tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-5177003997822791614?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/5177003997822791614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=5177003997822791614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/5177003997822791614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/5177003997822791614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/01/illustrated-discovery-journal.html' title='The Illustrated Discovery Journal'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBnzKayDwI/AAAAAAAAJUI/5grgSd6jSvE/s72-c/2258180777_40f65dbf87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-33395120186370747</id><published>2011-01-27T17:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T17:18:04.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Daily Dialogue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBj-A-AvtI/AAAAAAAAJUE/cr37Kgp8w6s/s1600/woman-writing-a-book.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBj-A-AvtI/AAAAAAAAJUE/cr37Kgp8w6s/s400/woman-writing-a-book.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will write myself into well-being. - Nancy Mair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this essay, Sarah challenges us to keep a daily dialogue for 21 days. She personally writes two pages in the morning and checks in with them at night before bed, but advises that neither the time or place matters. It is quieting the mental chatter that wearies us physically, mentally and emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick a notebook or grab some lease-leaf paper and a pen/pencil. It doesn't have to be fancy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you up for the challenge?&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude:&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Coming home after a tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;2. A hot shower.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sweetly scented body wash.&lt;br /&gt;4. OTC pain relievers for the days I need it.&lt;br /&gt;5. Comfy pajamas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-33395120186370747?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/33395120186370747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=33395120186370747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/33395120186370747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/33395120186370747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/01/daily-dialogue.html' title='The Daily Dialogue'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBj-A-AvtI/AAAAAAAAJUE/cr37Kgp8w6s/s72-c/woman-writing-a-book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-6423775951827181308</id><published>2011-01-26T08:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T08:38:28.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Abundance: The Basic Tools</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBjLWOzWUI/AAAAAAAAJUA/GzpQIMRbbYs/s1600/42-23441026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBjLWOzWUI/AAAAAAAAJUA/GzpQIMRbbYs/s400/42-23441026.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take the gentle path. - George Herbert&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which tool sounds intriguing to you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two hours in the morning to enjoy solitude and I treasure that time. I can write, think and enjoy the quiet without anyone needing me or my attention. It's just me, myself, and I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe every woman needs a little time to herself. Life tends to be busy and we rush to and fro, so it is important to have moments of silence and solitude. Time to sit and simply breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make time for yourself every day. Write it in your planner/calender and treat that time as if it were just&amp;nbsp;as important as an appointment for work or the doctor. &lt;em&gt;It is&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It is in your best interest to take time out for yourself. When you are happy, you can give that happiness away to others.&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gratitude:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Didn't have to cook last night because we had plenty of leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;2. Orange Fanta soda on occasion.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sunglasses&amp;nbsp;for sunny days.&lt;br /&gt;4. Mechanical pencils to write with.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pink carnations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-6423775951827181308?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/6423775951827181308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=6423775951827181308&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/6423775951827181308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/6423775951827181308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/01/simple-abundance-basic-tools.html' title='Simple Abundance: The Basic Tools'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBjLWOzWUI/AAAAAAAAJUA/GzpQIMRbbYs/s72-c/42-23441026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-4049302759855462636</id><published>2011-01-25T14:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T14:04:47.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Working with What You've Got</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBiDcvNf1I/AAAAAAAAJT8/h8RU2QdFh38/s1600/nm_woman_weight_lifter_090128_main.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBiDcvNf1I/AAAAAAAAJT8/h8RU2QdFh38/s400/nm_woman_weight_lifter_090128_main.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If your everyday life seems poor, don't blame it; blame yourself; admit to yourself that you are not enough of a poet to call forth its riches; because for the creator there is no poverty and no poor indifferent place. - Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life will never be perfect. But how much time have I wasted waiting for things to be perfect? I would say &lt;em&gt;years&lt;/em&gt;. Years that I can never get back. Time is fleeting and once it has passed, you don't get those seconds, minutes, and hours back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be no wasting time. I intend to live each day to the fullest. I'm going to scatter joy, pursue my dreams, make the most of what I do have rather than feeling bad for what I lack. I am enough and I have&amp;nbsp; enough--right now, just as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so are you.&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gratitude:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A fabulous lunch out with Cathy.&lt;br /&gt;2. A fun time at the&amp;nbsp;Mary Kay meeting last night.&lt;br /&gt;3. Pink nail polish&lt;br /&gt;4. Putting together cute outfits out of clothes I already own.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sincere compliments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-4049302759855462636?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/4049302759855462636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=4049302759855462636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/4049302759855462636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/4049302759855462636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/01/working-with-what-youve-got.html' title='Working with What You&apos;ve Got'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBiDcvNf1I/AAAAAAAAJT8/h8RU2QdFh38/s72-c/nm_woman_weight_lifter_090128_main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-3222959875294225685</id><published>2011-01-24T08:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T08:04:10.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing Our Circumstances</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBhZ9rSohI/AAAAAAAAJT4/wRwCK4kzN30/s1600/article-0-02E80627000005DC-69_634x648.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBhZ9rSohI/AAAAAAAAJT4/wRwCK4kzN30/s400/article-0-02E80627000005DC-69_634x648.jpg" width="391" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bless a thing and it will bless you. Curse it and it will curse you....If You bless a situation, it has no power to hurt you, and even if it is troublesome for a time, it will gradually fade out, if you sincerely bless it. -Emmet Fox&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not easy to bless miserable circumstances, but I have seen it work in my own life. When I finally got to the end of my rope, I surrendered and *pow* -- change occured. It is true. I believe it is when we give up trying to fight the problem in our own strength then God can take over and turn things around. We are a stubborn people, always wanting to be in control. But control is an illusion. How much better it is to sit back and let God steer the course. His plans are far better than any we could imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah challenges us to list out blessings and to try to reach 100. I am going to try it and when I reach my&amp;nbsp;100 blessings,&amp;nbsp;I will share my list with you. If you have a blog you want to share your 100 blessings on, send me the link. If you don't have a blog, you can email me at: RoseHavenCottage at yahoo dot com.&lt;br /&gt;***********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gratitude:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Browsing through Target with my love - gathering ideas for my life and home.&lt;br /&gt;2. Falling asleep and waking up next to my love.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tostados for dinner - brings back happy childhood memories.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sleepy dog faces&lt;br /&gt;5. The ease of short hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-3222959875294225685?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/3222959875294225685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=3222959875294225685&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/3222959875294225685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/3222959875294225685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/01/blessing-our-circumstances.html' title='Blessing Our Circumstances'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBhZ9rSohI/AAAAAAAAJT4/wRwCK4kzN30/s72-c/article-0-02E80627000005DC-69_634x648.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-2504997127702971779</id><published>2011-01-23T09:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T09:14:36.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Accepting Real Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBg06GwQMI/AAAAAAAAJT0/u6qV6iOEe_k/s1600/42-19165671.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBg06GwQMI/AAAAAAAAJT0/u6qV6iOEe_k/s400/42-19165671.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything in life that we really accept undergoes a change. -Katherine Mansfield&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I finally reached the point of accepting and blessing our circumstances a few weeks ago. For a long time,&amp;nbsp;I was resistant to the idea of going to work - but now that I'm out in the working world I find it's not all that bad and I like the fact that by my working we will be able to pay off debts quicker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you resist persists. When you accept life as it is at *this* moment, that is when possiblilities open up before you. Worry and fear keep you from being able to see solutions. They zap your strength and energy. They suck the joy and creativity from your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So relax. This too shall pass. Focus on today. What do you need to do today? Do you have enough for today? Be thankful for that. Look for joy in the littlest things. Feel that joy.&amp;nbsp;Write them down. Do something different. Go for a walk. Shine your sink. Drink water. Take a hot shower, fix your hair, take time to put on a little makeup, and put on a cute outfit. There, now. Don't you feel a little better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it again tomorrow. Fake it until you make it. You are stronger than you think you are. You can do whatever it is you need to do if you take it one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gratitude:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Being open to possibilities and change.&lt;br /&gt;2. Strawberry pop tarts&lt;br /&gt;3. Sunshine and blue skies.&lt;br /&gt;4. Listening to the birds sing.&lt;br /&gt;5. Finding joy in simple things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-2504997127702971779?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/2504997127702971779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=2504997127702971779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/2504997127702971779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/2504997127702971779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/01/accepting-real-life.html' title='Accepting Real Life'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBg06GwQMI/AAAAAAAAJT0/u6qV6iOEe_k/s72-c/42-19165671.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-7003946790737621985</id><published>2011-01-22T08:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T08:07:39.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prosperity of Living</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBecNbkdNI/AAAAAAAAJTw/rmaljMOugcs/s1600/summer-woman-field.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBecNbkdNI/AAAAAAAAJTw/rmaljMOugcs/s400/summer-woman-field.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woman must be the pioneer in this turning inward&amp;nbsp; for strength. In a sense she has always been the pioneer. -Anne Morrow Lindbergh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women have always been pioneers and, without a doubt, women will be pioneers in this time of economic uncertainties.&amp;nbsp; I loved this quote from the essay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;The return of good times is not wholly a matter of money. There is a prosperity of living which is quite as important as prosperity in the pocketbook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;It is not enough to be willing to make the best of things as they are. Resignation will get us nowhere. We must build what amounts to a new country. We must revive the ideals of the founders. We must learn the new values of money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;It is a time for pioneering--to create a new security for the home and the family....Where we were specialists in spending, we are becoming specialists in living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-size: x-small;"&gt;~ except from Ladies' Home Journal, October 1932&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Ain't that the truth! Now, more than ever, we need to get back to simplicity. That doesn't mean we live a life devoid of beauty, entertainment, or fun. We just need to change our ideas of what these things are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty can be found in a neat and tidy home, a mason jar filled with flowers from our yard, pretty clothes found at a thrift shop, being out in and observing nature, and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment can be free community events and activities or&amp;nbsp;having a movie night in the comfort of your own home with homemade pizza,&amp;nbsp;treats and popcorn. How about having a family game night with your favorite board games? Make it festive and fun and your family will look forward to it each week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun can come from days at the beach, picnics in the park or some other picturesque setting, free museum days, and exploring the area in which you live. Create a spirit of adventure and be willing to try new things.&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude:&lt;br /&gt;1. We are getting a big refund back that will go towards savings and paying off several debts.&lt;br /&gt;2. Snuggling with my love.&lt;br /&gt;3. Meeting new people and realizing I am not as shy as I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;4. Hugs and goodnight kisses from my kids before bed.&lt;br /&gt;5. Laughter - it is the best medicine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-7003946790737621985?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/7003946790737621985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=7003946790737621985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/7003946790737621985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/7003946790737621985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/01/prosperity-of-living.html' title='The Prosperity of Living'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBecNbkdNI/AAAAAAAAJTw/rmaljMOugcs/s72-c/summer-woman-field.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-2815296762603415967</id><published>2011-01-21T07:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T07:38:16.299-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go of Limiting Illusions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBcyjRF__I/AAAAAAAAJTs/MNSeQ0bcrXY/s1600/p_2715835.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBcyjRF__I/AAAAAAAAJTs/MNSeQ0bcrXY/s400/p_2715835.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despasiringly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certaqinly that just to be &lt;u&gt;alive&lt;/u&gt; is a grand thing. -Agatha Christie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years I was held back by my limited illusions. I wasn't good enough, pretty enough, didn't have enough money, etc., etc. You name it, I probably thought it. The negative thoughts became a self-fulfilling prophecy. It is a viscious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to you break it the negativity habit? You stop the self-loathing and start loving yourself. You take care of yourself. You begin to think positive thoughts. You&amp;nbsp;begin believing in yourself and give yourself a &lt;strike&gt;little&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;lot more credit. You are stronger than you think!&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gratitude:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. All of my bills are paid for the month.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have money in my Christmas Club account and money left over after paying bills. Woo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;3. My love comes home today....finally!!&lt;br /&gt;4. Had a fun time hosting a Mary Kay party for my sister, Laura!&lt;br /&gt;5. I am off work for three days!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-2815296762603415967?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/2815296762603415967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=2815296762603415967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/2815296762603415967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/2815296762603415967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/01/letting-go-of-limiting-illusions.html' title='Letting Go of Limiting Illusions'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBcyjRF__I/AAAAAAAAJTs/MNSeQ0bcrXY/s72-c/p_2715835.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-4510118713984178750</id><published>2011-01-20T06:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T06:28:34.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Acres of Diamonds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBa83BU8-I/AAAAAAAAJTo/4NvoUAtmH9U/s1600/marilyn_monroe_diamonds_are_a_girls_best_friend.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBa83BU8-I/AAAAAAAAJTo/4NvoUAtmH9U/s400/marilyn_monroe_diamonds_are_a_girls_best_friend.jpg" width="328" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your diamonds are not in far distant mountains or in yonder seas; they are in your own backyard, if you but dig for them. - Russel H. Conwell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your personal dream that is waiting to be discovered and fulfilled?&amp;nbsp; For me, I have always wanted to be a published author. In a sense I already am, I maintain two blogs after all.&amp;nbsp;But I would really like to one day publish an actual book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my acres of diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gratitude:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was so very tired last night and I was thankful to get into my cozy bed at 8:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;2. My love will be home tomorrow after two weeks away!&lt;br /&gt;3. Cleared out a bunch of saved links on my computer. Another way to simplify my life.&lt;br /&gt;4. Compliments on my new haircut.&lt;br /&gt;5. Driving the back roads rather than the highway when it is busy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-4510118713984178750?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/4510118713984178750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=4510118713984178750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/4510118713984178750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/4510118713984178750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/01/acres-of-diamonds.html' title='Acres of Diamonds'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBa83BU8-I/AAAAAAAAJTo/4NvoUAtmH9U/s72-c/marilyn_monroe_diamonds_are_a_girls_best_friend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-1598079184978549381</id><published>2011-01-19T07:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T07:21:10.077-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy: Learning Life's Lessons with a Light Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBZ4lQDK3I/AAAAAAAAJTk/UPTK_EWaTqI/s1600/laughing-women-friendship-greetings.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBZ4lQDK3I/AAAAAAAAJTk/UPTK_EWaTqI/s400/laughing-women-friendship-greetings.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy. - Louise Bogan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When life hands you lemon after lemon, you get tired of making lemonade after a while. I can relate to being the "author of my own misfortune". There is power in the words we speak and the thoughts we think. When we think/speak negatively, we create that which we do not want.&amp;nbsp; In order to change your life, you must change your thoughts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Somewhere in recent months, my thinking has shifted to being optimistic and positive. I open to learning through joy - and, believe me, it is a much better way to learn life's lessons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;*****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gratitude:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. Only one more day and a wakeup until my love returns!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. I didn't have many hours at work for the coming week, so I asked for more and got it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. Playing Whoonu with the girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;4. Listening to a favorite CD from the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;5. A haircut! I always feel like a million bucks afterwards. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-1598079184978549381?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/1598079184978549381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=1598079184978549381&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/1598079184978549381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/1598079184978549381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/01/joy-learning-lifes-lessons-with-light.html' title='Joy: Learning Life&apos;s Lessons with a Light Heart'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBZ4lQDK3I/AAAAAAAAJTk/UPTK_EWaTqI/s72-c/laughing-women-friendship-greetings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-1159678478915151691</id><published>2011-01-18T08:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T08:09:47.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty: Opening Our Eyes to the Beauty That Surrounds Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBZYA7Y7tI/AAAAAAAAJTg/6nAz_E9QHT8/s1600/200452795-013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBZYA7Y7tI/AAAAAAAAJTg/6nAz_E9QHT8/s400/200452795-013.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You agree--I'm sure you agree, that beauty is the only thing worth living for. -Agatha Christie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I travel on this journey to simple abundance and bring more order to my life, I now desire more beauty in my daily round. Nothing is insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautifully set table, lit candles or oil lamps, foods arranged prettily on plates, pretty calendars, towels, linens of all sorts, sparkling windows and glass goblets, flowers in a vase, the natural beauty of the outside world--nature,&amp;nbsp;clothing, and much much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Why shouldn't our lives be beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe our lives are meant to be a drudgery. Why else would God have made such majestic&amp;nbsp;views in nature using a rainbow of colors? I believe He intended for us to live in, revel, and stand in wonder of the&amp;nbsp;beauty He created. That is one of His gifts to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how do you intend to bring more beauty into your life?&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gratitude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Two more days and a wakeup before my love returns home.&lt;br /&gt;2. (Almost) Spring Cleaning!&lt;br /&gt;3. The space that is opening up due to my decluttering efforts.&lt;br /&gt;4. Being able to hang on to more of my money. No longer feeling the need to spend it all.&lt;br /&gt;5. Having a plan and working the plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-1159678478915151691?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/1159678478915151691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=1159678478915151691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/1159678478915151691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/1159678478915151691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/01/beauty-opening-our-eyes-to-beauty-that.html' title='Beauty: Opening Our Eyes to the Beauty That Surrounds Us'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBZYA7Y7tI/AAAAAAAAJTg/6nAz_E9QHT8/s72-c/200452795-013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-563465179245685889</id><published>2011-01-17T14:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T14:22:05.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Harmony: Achieving Balance in Our Lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBYkjvUeLI/AAAAAAAAJTc/TH0wny2PFtQ/s1600/Woman%252520meditating.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBYkjvUeLI/AAAAAAAAJTc/TH0wny2PFtQ/s400/Woman%252520meditating.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The notes I handle no better than many pianists. But the pauses between the notes--ah, that is where the art resides. -Arthur Schnabel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In today's world, it is much to easy to get lost in the daily demands of family and&amp;nbsp;work. We are constantly beckoned to help and do for others, but what of ourselves? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I believe we need to put ourselves first. Not in a selfish way, but in a way that says "I am inportant and in order to be of any good I must take care of myself and my needs."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Of course, that is not easy to do. We don't want to disappoint anyone, but we can not go on putting ourselves last on the list....if we even make it on the list at all. No one wants to be around a martyr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;No. It is time to we learn how to pause, to slow down. We simply must take time out for ourselves to rest and recharge. Then, and only then, will our lives become like a beautiful melody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;********************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gratitude:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. Sparkling floors scubbed with bleach water on my hands and knees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. Having my nephew, Trevor, over for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. Beautiful sunshine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;4. Birds singing and squirrels chattering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;5. Birds and Blooms magazine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-563465179245685889?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/563465179245685889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=563465179245685889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/563465179245685889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/563465179245685889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/01/harmony-achieving-balance-in-our-lives.html' title='Harmony: Achieving Balance in Our Lives'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBYkjvUeLI/AAAAAAAAJTc/TH0wny2PFtQ/s72-c/Woman%252520meditating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-2172872102030216801</id><published>2011-01-16T17:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T17:49:17.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sense of Order: Cultivating Contentment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBX6fKtfcI/AAAAAAAAJTY/mijjKFEVeYo/s1600/Shabby+Chic+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBX6fKtfcI/AAAAAAAAJTY/mijjKFEVeYo/s400/Shabby+Chic+3.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Order is the shape upon which beauty depends. - Pearl Buck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am feeling a lack of clarity or am worried, I tend to turn to home-caring tasks such as deep-cleaning, decluttering, and puttering. It is therapy for me and it never fails to clear my mind or bring an idea or a solution to&amp;nbsp;what was bothering me. Even if it did not, the fact that I took the time to clean and beautify my home always leaves me feeling happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I began working, it's been harder to stay on top of the home-caring tasks. Simplifying does help, but there are still floors and bathrooms to scrub, yard-care, meals to prepare and laundry needing done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I like what&amp;nbsp;Sarah says&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;: "Begin&amp;nbsp; to think of order not as a strait-jacket of "shoulds".....but as a shape--the foundation--for the beautiful new life you are creating."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I wantr to live a beautiful life. How about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gratitude:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm thankful I made it through the day at work! Sundays are super busy days that I hope I never have to work again!&lt;br /&gt;2. Scoring over 596,000 points on Zuma Blitz on Facebook....my highest score ever.&lt;br /&gt;3. Only four more days and a wakeup until my love returns.&lt;br /&gt;4. A nice warm day. I like to soak up the sunshine on days like this....too bad I was working today.&lt;br /&gt;5. Our three dogs&amp;nbsp;meeting me at the door&amp;nbsp;with pure joy and excitement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-2172872102030216801?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/2172872102030216801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=2172872102030216801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/2172872102030216801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/2172872102030216801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/01/sense-of-order-cultivating-contentment.html' title='A Sense of Order: Cultivating Contentment'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBX6fKtfcI/AAAAAAAAJTY/mijjKFEVeYo/s72-c/Shabby+Chic+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-1852197169042271130</id><published>2011-01-15T18:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T17:45:46.065-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Gifts: Embracing Simplicity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBWuGzTWzI/AAAAAAAAJTU/H0s3xD2H7EM/s1600/Daffodils-bloom-as-a-lady-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBWuGzTWzI/AAAAAAAAJTU/H0s3xD2H7EM/s400/Daffodils-bloom-as-a-lady-001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Tis a gift to be simple,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Tis a gift to be free,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Tis a gift to come down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where we ought to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when we find ourselves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the place that's right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Twill be in the valley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of love and delight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Ninteenth Century Shaker Hymn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the process of simplifying my life. I am paring down, eliminating the unnecessary, wanting only what is beautiful left behind. I would much rather have &lt;em&gt;quality&lt;/em&gt; than quantity anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself particularly drawn to Norwegian/Swedish/Danish decor (a la Jeanne d' Arc magazine - click &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebeautifullifeblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/jeanne-darc-living-magazine-price-roll.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to see a beautiful slide show of images from the magazine). I love the simple beauty of their decor, such as this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTI1YOHbDTI/AAAAAAAAJUY/wAAZcyou878/s1600/shabbychic-decor-l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTI1YOHbDTI/AAAAAAAAJUY/wAAZcyou878/s400/shabbychic-decor-l.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and &lt;a href="http://huldals.blogspot.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTI2WuyBJLI/AAAAAAAAJUc/ozTGSaJi_lE/s1600/annl14small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTI2WuyBJLI/AAAAAAAAJUc/ozTGSaJi_lE/s400/annl14small.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and &lt;a href="http://emmelines.blogspot.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTI3BJn_aII/AAAAAAAAJUg/gUAdtbjwsO4/s1600/julestue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTI3BJn_aII/AAAAAAAAJUg/gUAdtbjwsO4/s400/julestue.jpg" width="335" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Light, bright, and airy combined with simplicity at its finest - this speaks to me now. I am drawn to this almost sparse, yet charming style of decor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am at the point in my life where I am realizing I don't need a lot of things to make me happy. I certainly don't want the burden of extravagence or excess to clutter up my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Simplicity. It's a good thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;**********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gratitude:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Had a fun day out with my best friend browsing in antique shops and a thrift store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Spent $31 for a pair of brown cords, a pair of shorts, three long-sleeved shirts, a cute blue sweater, and a dressy tank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. It warmed up beautifully today! After several days of bitter cold, it was nice enough this afternoon&amp;nbsp;to sit outdoors in jeans and a t-shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. An inspiring book to help me incorporate a healthier lifestyle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. A sleep mask to block out light during an afternoon nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-1852197169042271130?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/1852197169042271130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=1852197169042271130&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/1852197169042271130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/1852197169042271130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/01/simple-gifts-embracing-simplicity.html' title='Simple Gifts: Embracing Simplicity'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TTBWuGzTWzI/AAAAAAAAJTU/H0s3xD2H7EM/s72-c/Daffodils-bloom-as-a-lady-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-4949470636695659145</id><published>2011-01-14T07:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T07:54:34.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gratitude Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSvtycd3LfI/AAAAAAAAJTA/Q0yTZg81XM4/s1600/Gratitude-Journal-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSvtycd3LfI/AAAAAAAAJTA/Q0yTZg81XM4/s400/Gratitude-Journal-1.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; {Source: &lt;a href="http://www.thepickyapple.com/blog/2010/11/24/thankfulness/"&gt;The Picky Apple&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow. - Melody Beattie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah says that to travel on the journey to Simple Abundance that the Gratitude Journal is a necessity. She claims that we will experience a shift in our inner reality and that we will begin to realize how content and hopeful we are feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finding this to be true as I list the five things I am grateful for here on this blog each day. However, Sarah recommends finding the prettiest journal you can to record your blessings in, for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;it is in the smallest details that the flavor of live is to be savored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude:&lt;br /&gt;1. Watching a hawk gracefully flying in the big blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;2. Only six more days and a wakeup until my love returns to me.&lt;br /&gt;3. Having some girl time with my best friend tomorrow browsing in antique shops.&lt;br /&gt;4. An occasional chocolate shake.&lt;br /&gt;5. Waking up feeling refreshed and ready to start my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-4949470636695659145?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/4949470636695659145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=4949470636695659145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/4949470636695659145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/4949470636695659145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/01/gratitude-journal.html' title='The Gratitude Journal'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSvtycd3LfI/AAAAAAAAJTA/Q0yTZg81XM4/s72-c/Gratitude-Journal-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-5682875987487156059</id><published>2011-01-13T15:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:41:32.767-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Stylish Blogger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TS9MTRi61kI/AAAAAAAAJTQ/L_FxLJ5Gf64/s1600/stylishblogger_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TS9MTRi61kI/AAAAAAAAJTQ/L_FxLJ5Gf64/s1600/stylishblogger_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://cottagetails.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cottage Tails&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has sent me an award. Thank you Cottage Tails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to accept this award, I am to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thank and link back to the person who awarded you this award&lt;br /&gt;2. Share 7 things about yourself&lt;br /&gt;3. Award 15 recently discovered great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Contact these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; and tell them about the award!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven Things:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I do sound effects when I am describing things to my love. He gets so tickled by it. Doesn't everyone do this?? *smile*&lt;br /&gt;2. I've always been a bit quirky and eccentric. What fun is it to go along with the crowd? That doesn't take any imagination.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love nature, am an animal lover, and my favorite place to go is to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;4. Days of Our Lives is the only soap opera I watch. I began watching it as a teen and loved the characters &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=stJYPrjgJHs&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Patch and Kayla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So much so, I named my first daughter Kayla! &lt;br /&gt;5. I have a fondness for polka dots.&lt;br /&gt;6. I adore Basset Hounds.&lt;br /&gt;7. I am ever changing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 Blogs:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shoppingcandy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shopping Candy&amp;nbsp;For My First Home&lt;/a&gt; - love Jolie's&amp;nbsp;home decorating style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilrosecottage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lil Rose Cottage&lt;/a&gt; - Kelley is so sweet and has a lovely blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pennyannpoundwise.blogspot.com/2011/01/re-post-woman-at-home-ptii-july-2008.html"&gt;Penny Ann Poundwise&lt;/a&gt; - Terri never ceases to inspire me with her frugality and homemaking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepaintedgarden.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Painted Garden&lt;/a&gt; - her artwork is stunning and she has a sweet pooch/assistant named Bentley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yvestown.com/"&gt;The Yvestown Blog&lt;/a&gt; - I adore her &lt;a href="http://www.yvestown.com/archive/2010/12/the-big-kitchen-post-2010.html"&gt;kitchen&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://canadiancottage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Canadian Cottage&lt;/a&gt; - Her cottage is simple, yet beautiful. Simplicity at its best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://allkindsofgoodiesdotcom.wordpress.com/"&gt;All Kinds of Goodies&lt;/a&gt; - she has challenged her readers to read Simple Abundance, too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that's not 15 blogs, but it's seven and that's good enough! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy blog-hopping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-5682875987487156059?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/5682875987487156059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=5682875987487156059&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/5682875987487156059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/5682875987487156059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-stylish-blogger.html' title='I&apos;m a Stylish Blogger!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TS9MTRi61kI/AAAAAAAAJTQ/L_FxLJ5Gf64/s72-c/stylishblogger_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-958277466810617027</id><published>2011-01-13T10:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T10:28:11.711-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude: Awakening the Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSvs-yclXvI/AAAAAAAAJS8/7eOI0bvvXww/s1600/thankful_thx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSvs-yclXvI/AAAAAAAAJS8/7eOI0bvvXww/s400/thankful_thx.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The eyes of my eyes are opened. - E. E. Cummings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I am at a place of financial serenity. Yes, we still have debt, but we are now able to pay our bills on time and have a little money left over to save plus a little fun money to boot. It is a good feeling. And when I feel good, I am so much more open to noticing the abundance that already surrounds me along with the authentic moments of pure joy.&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude&lt;br /&gt;1. Smelling my girls' hair after their baths. They smell like sugar cookies!&lt;br /&gt;2. Scented bodywash.&lt;br /&gt;3. A good facial moisturizer.&lt;br /&gt;4. Fabulous tips gleaned from a favorite blog.&lt;br /&gt;5. Waking up each day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-958277466810617027?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/958277466810617027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=958277466810617027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/958277466810617027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/958277466810617027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/01/gratitude-awakening-heart.html' title='Gratitude: Awakening the Heart'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSvs-yclXvI/AAAAAAAAJS8/7eOI0bvvXww/s72-c/thankful_thx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-3702077462361451360</id><published>2011-01-11T05:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T07:41:38.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Recession or Depression?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSeK1sPdpOI/AAAAAAAAJRs/QcwQj1nVqTM/s1600/imagesCA6I6958.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSeK1sPdpOI/AAAAAAAAJRs/QcwQj1nVqTM/s400/imagesCA6I6958.jpg" width="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No pessimist ever discovered the secrets of the stars, or sailed to an uncharted land, or opened a new heaven to the human spirit. - Helen Keller&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our country being in a recession, I can say with certainty that our family has been affected by it. My husband's work has slowed considerably and I, for the first time in over 14 years, have a job outside of the home. Before I went to work I struggled with emotional depression due to our financial state. I'm not making a ton of money, but it has certainly helped and my hope has been restored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Sarah challenges us to smile at everyone we meet and expect something good to happen to us today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I do &lt;em&gt;a lot&lt;/em&gt; of smiling and making pleasantries at work and I am always friendly to cashiers, waitresses, and people in general. I believe in the old saying "you can catch more flies with honey rather than vinegar". But I need practice at expecting good things to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you? Are you up for this challenge? &lt;br /&gt;************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gratitude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm working more hours this week, which means a bigger paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;2. Cell phones that allow me to talk to my love while he is away.&lt;br /&gt;3. Kendall letting me drive me &amp;amp; him to work&amp;nbsp;so I don't have a panic attack due to his driving! :)&lt;br /&gt;4. Sweet-scented soaps, lotions, perfumes, and shampoos.&lt;br /&gt;5. My huge camellia bushes are in bloom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-3702077462361451360?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/3702077462361451360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=3702077462361451360&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/3702077462361451360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/3702077462361451360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/01/is-it-recession-or-depression.html' title='Is It Recession or Depression?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSeK1sPdpOI/AAAAAAAAJRs/QcwQj1nVqTM/s72-c/imagesCA6I6958.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-6724341639222070490</id><published>2011-01-10T07:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T07:55:56.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Until It Is Carved in Stone</title><content type='html'>&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSsJx0rqIxI/AAAAAAAAJS4/X0MThM25n9c/s1600/mothers-day-hated-it-250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSsJx0rqIxI/AAAAAAAAJS4/X0MThM25n9c/s400/mothers-day-hated-it-250.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's only when we truly know and understand that we have a limited time on earth--and that we have no way of knowing when our time is up--that we will begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it was the only one we had. - Elisabeth Kubler-Ross&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah says: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;On our new path we seek everyday epiphanies--occasions on which we can experience the Sacred in the ordinary--and come to the awakening that we cannot longer afford to throw away even one "unimportant" day by not noticing the wonder of it all. We have to be willing to discover and then appreciate the authentic moments of happiness available to all of us every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;It's not easy finding the wonder in dirty dishes and crumbs on the floor. Aren't important days when something out of the ordinary and wonderful&amp;nbsp;happens? Maybe. Maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my children are quickly growing up (my oldest just turned 18), I find myself longing for the now "good old days" when they were all little. At the time I certainly did not think those days of&amp;nbsp;changing diapers and&amp;nbsp;middle of the night feedings&amp;nbsp;were of great importance. Oh, how wrong I was! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We unknowingly take so much for granted and forget the wonder of it all. We can flip a switch and flood a room with light instead of using oil lamps and candles. We can email and the recipient receives it immediately or even if we write a real letter it only takes a few days to reach it's destination, rather than months in the Pony Express days. We don't have to haul water from the river to wash clothes or dishes. We have it so &lt;em&gt;easy&lt;/em&gt; and yet we take it all for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready for an awakening and to find the Sacred in the ordinary. Are you?&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gratitude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Afternoon naps when it's cold, dark, and rainy outside.&lt;br /&gt;2. I decluttered my desk and it looks &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; much better!&lt;br /&gt;3. The way our dogs and cats follow me around. They are always so happy to see me.&lt;br /&gt;4. Realizing that a&amp;nbsp;chore didn't take as long as I thought I would.&lt;br /&gt;5. Knit caps, gloves, coats and scarves on cold wintry days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-6724341639222070490?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/6724341639222070490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=6724341639222070490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/6724341639222070490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/6724341639222070490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/01/until-it-is-carved-in-stone.html' title='Until It Is Carved in Stone'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSsJx0rqIxI/AAAAAAAAJS4/X0MThM25n9c/s72-c/mothers-day-hated-it-250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-375472662296881230</id><published>2011-01-09T11:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T11:49:50.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is It You Truly Need?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSeInvw_zxI/AAAAAAAAJRk/0j_cBd60guM/s1600/woman-thinking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSeInvw_zxI/AAAAAAAAJRk/0j_cBd60guM/s400/woman-thinking.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my life's chain of events nothing was accidental. Everything happened according to a inner need. - Hannah Senesh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my essential needs are met. I have a home, clothes to wear, food to eat, a car to get me where I need to go, healthy children, a man who loves me and good relationships with my Mama and siblings. And yet still&amp;nbsp; there seems to be something missing. There is a restlessness in my soul that never goes away. I have a dinstinct feeling that Sarah may be right in the fact that women often blur the lines between need vs. want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it I truly need to be happy? Ah, this is not so easy to distinguish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live passionately and authentically. So many times I am just trying to get through each day. I dream of living by inspiration, using my creativity, and enjoying the mundane along with the simple pleasures of life. I just don't know how to break through to that place of freedom, joy, and passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why I am on the Simple Abundance journey, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;******************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gratitude:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A warm cozy house on these cold Winter days.&lt;br /&gt;2. My job that helps bring in extra money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. Decorating inspiration found in online pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. Cleaning and puttering...making things pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. Dreams that never die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-375472662296881230?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/375472662296881230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=375472662296881230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/375472662296881230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/375472662296881230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-is-it-you-truly-need.html' title='What Is It You Truly Need?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSeInvw_zxI/AAAAAAAAJRk/0j_cBd60guM/s72-c/woman-thinking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-8739994446726606030</id><published>2011-01-08T06:04:00.027-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T10:30:35.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Underrated Duty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSeB4q2XxZI/AAAAAAAAJRg/31ul0vDZDsA/s1600/12_HAPPINESS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSeB4q2XxZI/AAAAAAAAJRg/31ul0vDZDsA/s400/12_HAPPINESS.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no duty we so much underrate as the duty of being happy. By being happy we sow anonymous benefits upon the world. - Robert Louis Stevenson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah gives us such sweet advice in this essay: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Let's adopt a new state of mind about happiness. Let's stop&amp;nbsp; thinking that things outside our control will bring us happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;And....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"the magic seeds of contentment are planted deep within us. Happiness that the world cannot take away only flourishes in the secret garden of our souls. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;She paints such a beautiful picture with words, does she not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;How would you live your life if you were not worried about what others may say/do/think? Why can't you and I&amp;nbsp;live that way now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; live authentic lives if we allow ourselves and our actions to be swayed by others' opinions. When it comes right down to it, we are the ones living our own lives and we have the inalienable right to be ourselves and be happy.&amp;nbsp;Why not make&amp;nbsp;the most of it?&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude:&lt;br /&gt;1. Today is my sister's birthday. Laura and I always crack each other up. I love you sis!&lt;br /&gt;2. Watched a movie from my teenage years with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;3. A call from my love before he went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;4. At home days.&lt;br /&gt;5. Snuggling doggies in bed with me while my love is away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-8739994446726606030?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/8739994446726606030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=8739994446726606030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/8739994446726606030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/8739994446726606030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/01/underrated-duty.html' title='The Underrated Duty'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSeB4q2XxZI/AAAAAAAAJRg/31ul0vDZDsA/s72-c/12_HAPPINESS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-775826145668684996</id><published>2011-01-07T15:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T15:04:40.674-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Happy Are You Right Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSdsC8dkhJI/AAAAAAAAJRc/qiCkKstSTzQ/s1600/iStock_000009257475Small-e1278439138162.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSdsC8dkhJI/AAAAAAAAJRc/qiCkKstSTzQ/s400/iStock_000009257475Small-e1278439138162.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps if one really knew when one was happy one would know the things that were necessary for one's life. - Joanna Field&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;How happy are you right now? Do you even know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; These questions are asked of&amp;nbsp;us by Sarah. I don't know about you, but I have a hard time knowing what I want, what brings me true joy and moments of contentment. I suppose it is because I spend so much time focusing on the needs of my family...I have lost myself in the shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remedy this, I plan to start paying attention to the things that make my heart sing. I want to get back to regular journal-keeping and note those&amp;nbsp;moments, lest I forget. I don't want to go through my days unconsciously. I want to live and feel deeply.&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude:&lt;br /&gt;1. Time spent with my&amp;nbsp;love before he left today&amp;nbsp;for two weeks of training.&lt;br /&gt;2. Watching my girls create with new craft supplies I purchased for them.&lt;br /&gt;3. Today is my son's 18th birthday! I am so blessed to have a wonderful son like him.&lt;br /&gt;4. Making my family laugh/groan/plead with me to stop with the little songs I make up.&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;Taking pictures with the digital camera&amp;nbsp;and having them turn out well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-775826145668684996?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/775826145668684996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=775826145668684996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/775826145668684996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/775826145668684996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-happy-are-you-right-now.html' title='How Happy Are You Right Now?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSdsC8dkhJI/AAAAAAAAJRc/qiCkKstSTzQ/s72-c/iStock_000009257475Small-e1278439138162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-748498065944952607</id><published>2011-01-06T08:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T08:28:23.117-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing Knee-Deep in a River and Dying of Thirst</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSXKVUUyccI/AAAAAAAAJRY/zobmsHgvT1c/s1600/42-20508183.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSXKVUUyccI/AAAAAAAAJRY/zobmsHgvT1c/s400/42-20508183.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The thirst after happiness is never extinguished in the heart of [woman].&amp;nbsp;- Jean-Jacques Rousseau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you like me and often take things and people for granted? Oh I don't do it purposely and I'm sure you don't either, but the cares of life get in the way and we forget the abundance we have right here and now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a home and a man who loves me. I have three healthy children,&amp;nbsp;clothes to wear, and a nice reliable car to drive. We have never gone hungry. But how easy it is to take them for granted! That is why it is important to keep the Gratitude Journal....so we don't forget&amp;nbsp; the abundance that our lives already hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are fascinated by celebrities who are living&amp;nbsp;"the good life". We forget that each day we are given on this earth is what makes up our own "good life". Each day we are given a clean slate to make the most of what we have, to cherish those we love, to help others, and to count our blessings in our own little corner of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this essay, Sarah talks about Kathy Mattea's song bringing her to tears as she&amp;nbsp;was driving to her daughter's school to pick up the afternoon car pool. Here is the link to the video on YouTube:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mWyFW1siCwQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mWyFW1siCwQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude:&lt;br /&gt;1. Making healthy changes one at a time.&lt;br /&gt;2. Going to bed early and falling asleep quickly.&lt;br /&gt;3. Learning new, interesting things as my daughter shares from her reading of the National Geographic 2011 Kids Almanac.&lt;br /&gt;4. The Winter blooming flowers are awakening from their deep slumber.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ever learning, changing, and growing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-748498065944952607?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/748498065944952607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=748498065944952607&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/748498065944952607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/748498065944952607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/01/standing-knee-deep-in-river-and-dying.html' title='Standing Knee-Deep in a River and Dying of Thirst'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSXKVUUyccI/AAAAAAAAJRY/zobmsHgvT1c/s72-c/42-20508183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-3885723196422600275</id><published>2011-01-05T16:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T16:59:19.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Woman You Were Meant to Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSTyk-mq_EI/AAAAAAAAJRU/vpfBgLrcEHg/s1600/Woman-looking-in-mirror.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSTyk-mq_EI/AAAAAAAAJRU/vpfBgLrcEHg/s400/Woman-looking-in-mirror.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many women feel today a sadness we cannot name. Though we accomplish much of what we set out to do, we sense that something is missing in our lives and--fruitlessly--search "out there" for the answers. What's often wrong is that we are disconnected from an authentic sense of self. - Emily Hancock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often do not trust my self....my intuition which is why I seek answers from people and books. Surely this person or that one is more knowledgeable than I, right? Not necessarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes advice can be helpful and perhaps needed. But I believe a much of the time we are afraid of making the wrong choice and therefore leave the decision to others who we deem as experts. No one knows me or my particular situation--whatever&lt;em&gt; it&lt;/em&gt; may be-- better than I do. I want to be the expert in my own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah's advice: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Turn away from the world this year and begin to listen. Listen to the whispers of your heart. Look within. Your silent companion has lit lanterns of love to illuminate the path to Wholeness. At long last, the journey you were destined to take has begun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;It couldn't have come at a better time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude:&lt;br /&gt;1. Reading Sarah's *new* book -&amp;nbsp;Peace and Plenty!&lt;br /&gt;2. Snapped some good pics of Kenzie and Zeus cuddling on the chair together. Zeus is so hard to take good pictures of.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tuna salad sandwiches for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;4. Laughing along with my girls watching Hannah Montana.....funny!&lt;br /&gt;5. A cozy home to shelter me on a dark, rainy day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-3885723196422600275?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/3885723196422600275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=3885723196422600275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/3885723196422600275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/3885723196422600275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/01/woman-you-were-meant-to-be.html' title='The Woman You Were Meant to Be'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSTyk-mq_EI/AAAAAAAAJRU/vpfBgLrcEHg/s72-c/Woman-looking-in-mirror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-8678068279550244253</id><published>2011-01-04T08:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T08:44:01.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Isn't a Dress Rehearsal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSMraMhbWXI/AAAAAAAAJRQ/i4PaCR70KtE/s1600/woman-on-stage-gown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSMraMhbWXI/AAAAAAAAJRQ/i4PaCR70KtE/s400/woman-on-stage-gown.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you perform...you are out of yourself--larger and more potent, more beautiful. You are for minutes heroic. This is power. This is glory on earth. And it is yours, nightly. -Agnes De Mille&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am notoriously bad about saving the "good stuff"....perfume, dishes, clothing, &lt;em&gt;you name it&lt;/em&gt;....for some future unknown event that likely will never occur. And so the good stuff lingers - unused and seemingly unloved. Why? If I use it up, I won't have it when I need it. It is clearly a poverty mentality slithering around, whispering these negative thoughts to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I often do not where makeup when I am home and haven't for years. But I used to. In fact, I wouldn't leave the house without my makeup on and hair curled, teased, and sprayed&amp;nbsp;stiff. Now that I am working, I do wear makeup &amp;amp; style my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If we're not playing to an audience, does it really matter?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I suspect it does. Because by using the good stuff now instead of saving it for company, etc. and by taking the time to look our best, it sends a message out to the world and ourselves that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we are worth it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We are important. We deserve nice things. I believe that this essay is all about boosting our sagging self-esteem and learning to truly love ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;Today I am thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bedtime talks. When my husband &amp;amp; I are ready to go to bed, the kids all wander in and chat with us for a while. The night ends with hugs, kisses and I love yous.&lt;br /&gt;2. Burt's Bees lip balm.&lt;br /&gt;3. A good night of&amp;nbsp;sleep.&lt;br /&gt;4. Doing my job well at work.&lt;br /&gt;5. The beauty and wonder of nature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-8678068279550244253?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/8678068279550244253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=8678068279550244253&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/8678068279550244253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/8678068279550244253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-isnt-dress-rehearsal.html' title='This Isn&apos;t a Dress Rehearsal'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSMraMhbWXI/AAAAAAAAJRQ/i4PaCR70KtE/s72-c/woman-on-stage-gown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-517469913763410422</id><published>2011-01-03T06:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T06:44:00.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Abundance: The Inner Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSEcj56toMI/AAAAAAAAJRM/R2eaXxEF5Nw/s1600/free_woman.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSEcj56toMI/AAAAAAAAJRM/R2eaXxEF5Nw/s400/free_woman.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;simple abundance, 1: an inner journey; 2: a spiritual and practical course in creative living; 3: a tapestry of contentmernt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple Abundance is all about remembering who our authentic selves are. We come to authenticity through gratitude, simplicity, order, harmony, beauty, and joy. Sarah says: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"you already possess all the inner wisdom, strength, and creativity needed to make your dreams come true."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; We don't realize it for our personal power is buried in the dailiness of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never thought of myself as powerful. I have gone though some pretty tough things that I didn't think I'd make it through. But I did and came out of it stronger and wiser. I underestimate my own strength. Do you do the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready for an authentic awakening and to learn to be the catalyst for my own change. It has been a long time coming, but 2011 is going to a &lt;strike&gt;good &lt;/strike&gt;great year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day, after each post, I will list 5 things I am thankful for. You are welcome to join me in the comments section - not only with your gratitude list, but any thoughts or insights you would like to share as we embark on this journey together. &lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude:&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am thankful for: &lt;br /&gt;1. A good turnout for Kendall's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;2. Having the courage to talk to Alfred about something I felt strongly about that he had opposed previously.&lt;br /&gt;3. A clean, tidy house.&lt;br /&gt;4. Listening to/singing along to favorite songs.&lt;br /&gt;5. Being able to laugh at myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-517469913763410422?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/517469913763410422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=517469913763410422&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/517469913763410422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/517469913763410422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/01/simple-abundance-inner-journey.html' title='Simple Abundance: The Inner Journey'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSEcj56toMI/AAAAAAAAJRM/R2eaXxEF5Nw/s72-c/free_woman.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-1946064672405899306</id><published>2011-01-02T05:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T05:45:00.157-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving the Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TR9MSxbAVNI/AAAAAAAAJRE/pXRn404qHRI/s1600/Happy-Woman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TR9MSxbAVNI/AAAAAAAAJRE/pXRn404qHRI/s400/Happy-Woman.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You only live once-- but if you work it right, once is enough. - Joe E. Lewis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past I have tended to be guarded, fearful, and slightly pessimistic, but it is a new year and I am turning over a new leaf. I purposely intend to live my life with hopeful expectation, wonder, possibilities, and with&amp;nbsp;trust that my needs will be met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am open to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-1946064672405899306?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/1946064672405899306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=1946064672405899306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/1946064672405899306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/1946064672405899306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/01/loving-questions.html' title='Loving the Questions'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TR9MSxbAVNI/AAAAAAAAJRE/pXRn404qHRI/s72-c/Happy-Woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-1327336609456067815</id><published>2011-01-02T04:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T22:41:39.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is No Scarcity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSeM1r3BxiI/AAAAAAAAJRw/A0uVsmv_zPk/s1600/78722974.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSeM1r3BxiI/AAAAAAAAJRw/A0uVsmv_zPk/s400/78722974.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When Money is plenty this is a man's world. When the money is scarce it is a woman's world, When all else seems to have failed, the woman's instinct comes in. She gets the job. That is a reason why in spite of all that happens, we continue to have a world. - Ladies' Home Journal, October 1932&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I could relate to this essay! Money worries stole my&amp;nbsp;joy for living. I definitely felt I had ceased to live and was merely existing. I fought for the longest time against going to work, but it came down to either we lose everything or I work. And so, for now, I choose to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By choosing to work, I have taken control instead of allowing circumstances to dictate my feelings and emotional state.&amp;nbsp;I am beginning to feel more abundant - not because we are bringing in so much more money. We're not. But because the bills are being paid on time and&amp;nbsp;I'm able to save a little money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah advises: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;simpler we make our lives, the more abundant they become.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I have been simplifying and decluttering like a fiend! Like an onion, there are layers to be culled as we are ready. Things I thought I couldn't do without before&amp;nbsp;are now finding there way into boxes and bags to be given way.&amp;nbsp; I am loving the space and feel this will lead to not only greater&amp;nbsp;clarity, but abundance as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;***********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gratitude:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I made a $1.34 tip today. Hey, it's $1.34 more than I had!&lt;br /&gt;2. Talks with my boy. It is endearing....he still shares things with his Mama.&lt;br /&gt;3. Laughing with my sisters. :)&lt;br /&gt;4. Journaling about my life and clearing my head.&lt;br /&gt;5. Auburn won the BCS Championship!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-1327336609456067815?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/1327336609456067815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=1327336609456067815&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/1327336609456067815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/1327336609456067815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/01/there-is-no-scarcity.html' title='There Is No Scarcity'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TSeM1r3BxiI/AAAAAAAAJRw/A0uVsmv_zPk/s72-c/78722974.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-7043491198267630176</id><published>2011-01-01T04:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T04:00:01.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Transformative Year of Delight and Discovery</title><content type='html'>&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/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TR391zo4i2I/AAAAAAAAJRA/WEfXgMM8YP8/s1600/zGetImage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TR391zo4i2I/AAAAAAAAJRA/WEfXgMM8YP8/s400/zGetImage.jpg" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are years that ask questions and years that answer. - Zora Neale Hurston&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I have such a hard time believing in myself and trusting my intuition, but I do. Maybe it is because I fear making the wrong choice and having to deal with the consequences of such. Fear has been my puppet-master for far too long and it is time to let it know it is no longer welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My hopes for the future? To become debt-free, to get into great physical shape, to live an authentic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My private aspirations? To be creative and live a passionate life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-7043491198267630176?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/7043491198267630176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=7043491198267630176&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/7043491198267630176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/7043491198267630176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2011/01/transformative-year-of-delight-and.html' title='A Transformative Year of Delight and Discovery'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQHW7oiuPo/TR391zo4i2I/AAAAAAAAJRA/WEfXgMM8YP8/s72-c/zGetImage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-3309104959080304257</id><published>2010-12-31T09:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T09:33:47.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Forget!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I'll start Simple Abundance. Are you ready? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-3309104959080304257?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/3309104959080304257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=3309104959080304257&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/3309104959080304257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/3309104959080304257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2010/12/dont-forget.html' title='Don&apos;t Forget!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188956930468124569.post-5255938690586842007</id><published>2010-09-05T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T16:19:40.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>I fell in love with &lt;strong&gt;Simple Abundance&lt;/strong&gt; on my birthday in 1999 when I first read through the book. Sarah's writings stirred my soul and touched my spirit in such a way, words can not even begin to describe. I've always wanted to work through the book on a day to day basis, but alas, I've not been able to accomplish it. Hence the creation of this blog, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Year with Simple Abundance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It is my hope that blogging&amp;nbsp;about each day's passage will hold me accountable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there must be other kindred spirits out there. So grab a cup of tea, have some cookies, prop your feet up and settle in to enjoy the journey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Note: This blog will officially start on January 1, 2011, but you may become a follower at anytime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188956930468124569-5255938690586842007?l=ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/feeds/5255938690586842007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188956930468124569&amp;postID=5255938690586842007&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/5255938690586842007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188956930468124569/posts/default/5255938690586842007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayearwithsimpleabundance.blogspot.com/2010/09/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13039504643371465874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IG-Cm68j0/T1Q4E_gi4AI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/56plk7sMP-o/s220/174503_1084653168_1000671534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry></feed>
