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http://tgwh.blogspot.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>309</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-3901522499931989292</id><published>2012-01-20T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T20:16:44.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Dr. Holmes</title><summary type='text'>



 January 21 is the 125th 
anniversary of Ernest Holmes' birth. Dr. Holmes was the founder of 
Religious Science, my faith tradition -- a tradition that changed my 
life, and the lives of thousands of others. Holmes was a radical thinker
 for his time, and I think he would have really enjoyed the times we 
live in now. I think he would have followed science avidly, been 
outspoken about how to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/3901522499931989292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=3901522499931989292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/3901522499931989292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/3901522499931989292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2012/01/thank-you-dr-holmes.html' title='Thank You Dr. Holmes'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mqbVSA2vLAQ/Txo8BgecGSI/AAAAAAAABWw/F0bgRHu-YCM/s72-c/ernest-holmes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-134657716495502368</id><published>2012-01-06T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T19:04:58.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creating Our Year</title><summary type='text'>The other day my long time prayer 
partner and I were talking about the feelings we share during the 
holiday season. Compassion, love and a desire to feel great joy are so 
prevalent in the collective consciousness that we've named them 
"Christmas Spirit." We've all heard people say "I wish these feelings 
would last all year long."


Knowing
 everything is choice, we decided it can, and we're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/134657716495502368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=134657716495502368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/134657716495502368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/134657716495502368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2012/01/creating-our-year.html' title='Creating Our Year'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-3970331843445219241</id><published>2011-12-31T21:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T21:37:20.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if?</title><summary type='text'>A Facebook friend, Eric Steven Rankin (author of "The Aquarians") wrote:

On the winter solstice a couple of days ago (when the northern hemisphere of Earth began to experience ever more light with each passing day), comet Lovejoy appeared on the horizon and was called the "most incredible sight I've ever seen" by a crew member aboard the International Space Station. This is the comet that was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/3970331843445219241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=3970331843445219241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/3970331843445219241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/3970331843445219241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-if.html' title='What if?'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-2416981520331086094</id><published>2011-12-23T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T19:51:35.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a 'Reading' of the Collective</title><summary type='text'>Every year I like to observe what I call the "consciousness of the Collective" as I look at all the holiday ornaments and decorations in the stores. I pay attention to the colors and the styles, as well as talk to the clerks, asking them what they've sold the most of.   

This year the word that came up over and over was "classic."  The most purchased ornaments were round balls - red, gold and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/2416981520331086094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=2416981520331086094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/2416981520331086094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/2416981520331086094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/12/taking-reading-of-collective.html' title='Taking a &apos;Reading&apos; of the Collective'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-568289060808129866</id><published>2011-12-09T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T19:55:16.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-inventing Family Ties</title><summary type='text'>'Ike aku, 'ike mai, kokua aku kokua mai; pela iho la ka nohana 'ohana.
(Recognize others, be recognized, help others, be helped; such is a family relationship.)

When I read this Hawaiian proverb recently, a memory flashed into my mind.  
I was outside, enjoying my rosebushes in my Hawaiian garden.  The phone rang, I rushed into the house to answer it. It was my Mother.  She started berating me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/568289060808129866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=568289060808129866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/568289060808129866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/568289060808129866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/12/re-inventing-family-ties.html' title='Re-inventing Family Ties'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-3876664219867600917</id><published>2011-11-25T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T12:14:07.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving the "stuff" behind</title><summary type='text'>Ernest Holmes writes: "The subjective mind is the seat of memory and contains a remembrance of everything that has ever happened to the outer person.  It also contains the family and race characteristics.  It retains these memories, in a certain sense, as mental pictures.  The subjective mind might be compared to a picture gallery, upon whose walls are hung the pictures of all the people whom the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/3876664219867600917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=3876664219867600917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/3876664219867600917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/3876664219867600917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/11/leaving-stuff-behind.html' title='Leaving the &quot;stuff&quot; behind'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-4506763240854836225</id><published>2011-11-18T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T20:09:20.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude is the Key</title><summary type='text'>In the early '90's I started a Gratitude Journal process that I'm still doing.  Every night I write 5 things I am grateful for.  A few weeks ago I started posting a daily picture reflecting something about gratitude on Facebook.  I have so much to be grateful for, I could continue to do these two things forever and not be able to list everything.  My life is so full, and I can see how using </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/4506763240854836225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=4506763240854836225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/4506763240854836225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/4506763240854836225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/11/gratitude-is-key.html' title='Gratitude is the Key'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n-Rjo-p_0BQ/TscrdHkYW-I/AAAAAAAABWI/27B7jivdI0E/s72-c/key%2Bto%2Bthe%2Buniverse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-8976813475275076537</id><published>2011-11-04T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T16:36:02.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Truth, Many Paths</title><summary type='text'>Every once and a while, someone comes to me and asks why our Center doesn't teach other healing modalities, like Reiki, EFT, or things like channeling, etc.. Then there are others that are adamant about not having anything but the Science of Mind taught in our Center or on our book table.

My response: It's all God - all Good. What ever works for you - go for it! Personally, I love Spiritual Mind</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/8976813475275076537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=8976813475275076537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/8976813475275076537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/8976813475275076537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-truth-many-paths.html' title='One Truth, Many Paths'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-8288355958081698513</id><published>2011-10-28T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T16:49:05.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat</title><summary type='text'>I read online that Halloween has become a 6 billion dollar business!   WOW!!

Here's a different kind of Trick or Treat, doesn't cost us anything - except what we want to pay in spiritual coin:   ... written by Rev. Karen Weingard, in Beverley Hills. 

T here is only one life and that one life  is God’s life expressing fully as my life
R adiating all of the qualities of love, joy, peace </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/8288355958081698513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=8288355958081698513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/8288355958081698513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/8288355958081698513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-8725846475494970185</id><published>2011-10-21T17:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T17:14:01.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><title type='text'>Be Vigilant</title><summary type='text'>Last week I bought a woman's magazine for a recipe I wanted to try.   I finally got around to looking at the magazine this week.  As I flipped through it, I had the weirdest feeling ... part of me wanted to rip out the recipe, and put the magazine in the recycling.  I didn't want to finish looking at it.  So I started again at the beginning to see why.

In a 232 page magazine, 25 full page ads </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/8725846475494970185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=8725846475494970185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/8725846475494970185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/8725846475494970185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/10/be-vigilant.html' title='Be Vigilant'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-608799621559606042</id><published>2011-10-15T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T14:52:07.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth Sets Me Free!</title><summary type='text'>During Oprah's 2nd Lifeclass, various people were shown in clips from past shows as they revealed a truth about themselves and their lives. The show's byline was "The Truth will set you free."

As I watched,  I realized this is really what the Occupy Wall Street movement is all about!  On the outside, it's about people and corporations and the misuse of funds, yet the bottom line is "No more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/608799621559606042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=608799621559606042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/608799621559606042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/608799621559606042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/10/truth-sets-me-free.html' title='The Truth Sets Me Free!'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-708972002016136528</id><published>2011-09-24T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T17:25:12.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating 25 Years</title><summary type='text'>


25 years ago this Sunday (Sept. 25) the  Center for Spiritual Living East Hawaii received it's church charter and I was installed as the pastor. I had started that Center nine months before with 5 people in my living room -- it was an idea who's time had come!

When I started classes in 1981 with Dr. Leo Fishbeck of the Glendale, California Center, I had no idea that a couple of years later I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/708972002016136528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=708972002016136528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/708972002016136528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/708972002016136528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/09/celebrating-25-years.html' title='Celebrating 25 Years'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uz_XLZNfbLk/Tn50qZLp6fI/AAAAAAAABVs/zbYNO-q0yT4/s72-c/Helen%2BTom%2Band%2BI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-4432830152068541219</id><published>2011-09-16T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T16:49:47.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><title type='text'>The Face of God</title><summary type='text'>A week ago, I stood at my bedroom window for a last look out before drawing the blinds.  The moonlight was just bright enough to see that there was something out by the brook.  A doe and her fawns often eat from the green apple tree, so I turned off my bedroom light to get a better look.  The moon glimmered off a handsome set of antlers!  It was the Buck!!   I've lived here for 7 months now, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/4432830152068541219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=4432830152068541219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/4432830152068541219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/4432830152068541219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/09/face-of-god.html' title='The Face of God'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lGPJxj_wnOw/TnPeEFQqxjI/AAAAAAAABVc/a_L7D1xSxjY/s72-c/whitetail_buck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-2737553485735008701</id><published>2011-09-09T10:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T10:21:22.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 11</title><summary type='text'>Back in the early 90’s, there was a sit-com on TV called Dinosaurs. I loved it. They talked about important issues with humor. In one program, the two legged dinosaurs and the four legged dinosaurs were fighting over the rights to a particular pistachio orchard. One side started carrying signs that read “We are right.” The one painting the signs got tired of writing all that out, and just put the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/2737553485735008701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=2737553485735008701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/2737553485735008701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/2737553485735008701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/09/september-11_09.html' title='September 11'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-813576107101400320</id><published>2011-09-02T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T16:42:22.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time to Break the Bonds ...</title><summary type='text'>I saw the film "The Help"last week.   I sat in the theater after it ended for a bit feeling a feeling  I had had when I finished watching "Dances with Wolves" many years ago.  Confused Anger.  What is it about being white that makes us feel like we're superior?  

In Hawai'i, I learned that over and over again white people have gone into a culture and demanded they should be more like them -- and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/813576107101400320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=813576107101400320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/813576107101400320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/813576107101400320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-time-to-break-bonds.html' title='It&apos;s Time to Break the Bonds ...'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-1574968554235741320</id><published>2011-08-26T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T12:47:10.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Invitation to Prove Principle</title><summary type='text'>Maryland and other states along the East Coast are preparing for the worst.  Hurricane Irene is heading for us.  

In the Declaration of Principles of Religious Science, Dr. Ernest Holmes writes:

"We believe in the control of conditions through the power of this Mind."

This is not something new.  The ancient Hawaiians and other indigenous peoples believed their Shaman, Medicine Man or Holy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/1574968554235741320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=1574968554235741320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/1574968554235741320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/1574968554235741320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/08/invitation-to-prove-principle.html' title='An Invitation to Prove Principle'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-7896703217699747318</id><published>2011-08-05T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T20:28:25.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These are the times ...</title><summary type='text'>“These are the times when we stand humbly and boldly in the presence of our own great promise. These are the days when through our decisions and actions, we determine our legacy for those to come.”       --Jean Houston

The other day I was reading an e-mail from someone who was feeling absolutely overwhelmed.  They were afraid to open anymore e-mail -- they just couldn't handle getting another </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/7896703217699747318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=7896703217699747318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/7896703217699747318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/7896703217699747318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/08/these-are-times.html' title='These are the times ...'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-7789535931880509963</id><published>2011-07-29T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T10:13:03.948-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seeing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butterflys'/><title type='text'>Butterfly Mysteries</title><summary type='text'>I've been sitting on my deck in the mornings lately.   My neighbor has a beautiful 'butterfly' bush.   I'm not sure that's the true name of the bush, but it's large and lovely and attracts butterflies.I was watching a large yellow and black one as it flitted from flower to flower when I noticed other movement in the bush.  As I focused, I discovered a tiny brown and white butterfly.  I have never</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/7789535931880509963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=7789535931880509963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/7789535931880509963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/7789535931880509963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/07/butterfly-mysteries.html' title='Butterfly Mysteries'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5IvdbYegN_I/TjLp6vCIS0I/AAAAAAAABTo/H7XYxgEnoFY/s72-c/butterfly.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-1161233125959297100</id><published>2011-07-22T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T12:52:19.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Creating NOW!</title><summary type='text'>Earlier this week I celebrated my 63rd birthday.  I'm so grateful for all the acknowledgment I received.   Someone much younger said "WOW, you have less years left than you've already lived" and that sent me into reflection.  I remembered being in a class Anne Wheeler and Joy Tuttle in my beginning years in the Glendale California Church of Religious Science.  I think it was called Living from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/1161233125959297100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=1161233125959297100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/1161233125959297100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/1161233125959297100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-are-creating-now.html' title='You Are Creating NOW!'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-5445942065443707457</id><published>2011-07-15T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T14:56:37.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do I Want?</title><summary type='text'>Lately I've heard quite a few people say  "I'm not praying for what I want anymore, I'm just praying that God will show me what's next."  In one respect I really honor that statement, because it denotes a sense of spiritual surrender -- the "not my will but Thine" consciousness.  if you're really ready and willing to go on an amazingly mystical, mystery tour, you will.  Be advised:  Sometimes it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/5445942065443707457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=5445942065443707457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/5445942065443707457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/5445942065443707457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-do-i-want.html' title='What Do I Want?'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-691774285176690219</id><published>2011-07-09T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T15:36:05.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampiric Fascination</title><summary type='text'>A long time ago I was fascinated by the Anne Rice Vampire books, and then a few years ago, picked up the Twilight series to see what all the teens were reading.  This series seems to have generated a whole new genre -- paranormal romance.   My niece told me about the Sookie Stackhouse stories, and now that's become the True Blood series on TV,  which I'm hearing about from many.  I'm enjoying it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/691774285176690219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=691774285176690219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/691774285176690219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/691774285176690219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/07/vampiric-fascination.html' title='Vampiric Fascination'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-900772889997873608</id><published>2011-07-01T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T16:27:55.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Complaining - Start Imagining!</title><summary type='text'>You can never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete. -- Buckminster FullerWhether listening to politicians, the news, my neighbors or sometimes my own thoughts, one thing comes across quite clearly. Most people don’t want to do the work to create the “new model.” We just want to complain about the old, point </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/900772889997873608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=900772889997873608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/900772889997873608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/900772889997873608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/07/stop-complaining-start-imagining.html' title='Stop Complaining - Start Imagining!'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F8jOJW5TMhM/Tg5Xy2nYusI/AAAAAAAABQ4/uTHKW1a1CCk/s72-c/Never%2Bdoubt%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-3986160667977604813</id><published>2011-06-17T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T16:33:06.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes from my Cruise</title><summary type='text'>Notes from my cruise:One morning, while saving our table by the window for breakfast on the ship, I sat watching the ocean.  Around me swirled the sounds of different languages.  It was an experience of multiplicity in unity. The calm, everywhere presentness of the ocean, with the diversity of communication.  For a moment I saw the ocean as The Divine, and the sounds as all of Its expressions, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/3986160667977604813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=3986160667977604813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/3986160667977604813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/3986160667977604813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/06/notes-from-my-cruise.html' title='Notes from my Cruise'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-5801339325545461979</id><published>2011-06-10T15:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T15:27:58.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>June 10, 2011People keep asking me "What was the best thing about your holiday?"  I keep answering "I don't know - it was all so good!" and that's the truth.What an amazing adventure!  Not only did I get to experience a top-of-the-line cruise ship for my first cruise,  and attend a class on Joseph Campbell and Myth, I also got to explore locations where democracy, art, philosophy, spirituality </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/5801339325545461979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=5801339325545461979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/5801339325545461979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/5801339325545461979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-10-2011-people-keep-asking-me-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7akzss4A-nM/TfKaThdsn3I/AAAAAAAABO4/KHj2ww6f-io/s72-c/poppy%2Bin%2Bruins.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-5383301022823518993</id><published>2011-05-13T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T14:02:19.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><summary type='text'>Whoo Hoo, it's Friday the 13th!!  There are so many stories around this date. This year, I'd like to give you a new story: The Festival of Wesak begins today. Wesak is the most important of the Buddhist festivals and is celebrated on the full moon in May - which is May 17.  It celebrates the Buddha's birthday, and, for some Buddhists, also marks his enlightenment and death.When the Buddha start </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/5383301022823518993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=5383301022823518993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/5383301022823518993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/5383301022823518993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/05/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-5981494658645869683</id><published>2011-05-06T14:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T14:32:56.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>There's been a lot of talk about the recent events in the Middle East.  The perpetrator of the USA's 9/11 experience has been killed.   People rejoiced, and people got mad because of the rejoicing.  Conspiracy factions got busy posting reports that the man's been dead for years, or isn't dead at all, and morality factions are either decrying the way it was done or saying it's about time.I've been</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/5981494658645869683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=5981494658645869683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/5981494658645869683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/5981494658645869683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/05/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-809600245114069471</id><published>2011-04-22T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T07:40:31.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday/Earth Day</title><summary type='text'>When I look at all that is happening with our planet, the fact that Good Friday and Earth Day are the same day this year is a fitting message.Metaphysically the crucifixion is symbolic of an initiation into higher planes of consciousness. The symbol of the cross has been used in many of the worlds spiritual traditions, even before the time of Jesus. There are many types of crosses, however, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/809600245114069471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=809600245114069471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/809600245114069471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/809600245114069471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-fridayearth-day.html' title='Good Friday/Earth Day'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-4402224208969067376</id><published>2011-04-15T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T21:35:50.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear Not!</title><summary type='text'>April 15 2011Oh boy - April 15th -- a day that strikes fear in the hearts of many in the United States.  The last few days I've heard quite a few people talking about money!  Not only about taxes, but gas prices, food prices, and other things that are rising.  The conversations have had an underlying fear - fear of not having enough.I found myself participating in the fear as well. I'm going on a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/4402224208969067376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=4402224208969067376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/4402224208969067376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/4402224208969067376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/04/fear-not.html' title='Fear Not!'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2yjiqXYVNMU/Takcmb4uKnI/AAAAAAAABMU/uu9DTKAX42M/s72-c/cruise.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-5332705215472688441</id><published>2011-04-08T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T10:37:03.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature</title><summary type='text'>April 8, 2011What is it about Nature that thrills the soul?   We all feel it, especially in the Spring.  All of nature seems to be coming awake - including us.Yesterday I saw a bird I'd never seen before and with the help of a Facebook friend discovered it was a Grackle.  I sat and stared at the iridescence of the purple and blue colors of his feathers.  The other night as I was closing my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/5332705215472688441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=5332705215472688441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/5332705215472688441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/5332705215472688441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/04/nature.html' title='Nature'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-2250426352824768790</id><published>2011-04-02T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T08:01:29.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Amazing</title><summary type='text'>April 2, 2011Last night I watched the film "Seabiscuit."   Seabiscuit was a small horse with lots of issues, who, with his jockey, (who also had lots of issues), ended up being horse of the year in 1938, and a symbol of hope to many Americans during the Great Depression. For me, the message of this film is:  No matter how small we are, (or think we are) or how much we've been through, there is no</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/2250426352824768790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=2250426352824768790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/2250426352824768790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/2250426352824768790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-are-amazing.html' title='We Are Amazing'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-2576973624362953713</id><published>2011-03-25T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T16:34:23.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn Away from the Condition</title><summary type='text'>It seems like every day I get a dire warning about radiation, or tainted food and water, or GMO's, or you name it.   These can be very scary, and sometimes it's hard not to buy into the "ain't it awful" consciousness!Yet as students of New Thought, our responsibility is not to fall under the miasma of fear driven thinking, but to do what we can in consciousness.  We change our thinking and change</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/2576973624362953713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=2576973624362953713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/2576973624362953713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/2576973624362953713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/03/turn-away-from-condition.html' title='Turn Away from the Condition'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-6456130184437056390</id><published>2011-03-18T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T19:42:16.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><summary type='text'>I know this isn't a 'fact' yet it seems like we've had a constant barrage of environmental and man-made crisis starting with the events on Sept. 11, 2001.At that time I saw those towers like a gateway - a gateway that opened the global heart. As I reflect on the last 10 years, I see our hearts open, then get complacent, then open again with each new event.Witnessing the pain, suffering and loss </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/6456130184437056390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=6456130184437056390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/6456130184437056390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/6456130184437056390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/03/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z8WeXDBLT9E/TYQX2oOcRlI/AAAAAAAABKY/UCBBeghEwks/s72-c/japan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-251048153894966095</id><published>2011-03-11T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T19:45:50.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting off the Roller Coaster</title><summary type='text'>WOW!  What a roller coaster I've been on!  The Integration Conference was amazing -- the two Center for Spiritual Living organizations (United and International) are now one.  It was an extremely emotional experience for many of us.  I then came home to a week of serious flu &amp; torrential rains.  From high to low.This morning I woke up with the sun shining in my window and felt so much better.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/251048153894966095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=251048153894966095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/251048153894966095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/251048153894966095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/03/getting-off-roller-coaster.html' title='Getting off the Roller Coaster'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-2055342722595245388</id><published>2011-02-25T15:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T15:35:52.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for Change</title><summary type='text'>This Sunday, I join almost a thousand people arriving in San Diego to attend an historic meeting between the International and United Centers for Spiritual Living.  After 57 years as two organizations we are integrating into a new organization - we are becoming One.I've been hearing about this happening for the 25 years I've been a minister.  We have prayed and talked and argued who was better, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/2055342722595245388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=2055342722595245388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/2055342722595245388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/2055342722595245388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/02/ready-for-change.html' title='Ready for Change'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-957383955287982254</id><published>2011-02-20T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T20:23:27.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I took a walk early this afternoon and was stopped in my tracks watching three hawks sailing in the upper winds.  Absolutely beautiful against the blue sky.  As they circled, one kept flying close enough above me that I could see his wing feathers clearly.  I got out my iPhone to take a picture.  He flew further away, and I called out "Come back, come back" and suddenly the air was filled with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/957383955287982254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=957383955287982254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/957383955287982254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/957383955287982254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-took-walk-early-this-afternoon-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QP-J_0wOewk/TWHotQxsP1I/AAAAAAAABIY/CU8HaSINeZ0/s72-c/Red-tailed%2BHawk%2BSoaring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-737501982353897893</id><published>2011-02-14T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T06:29:18.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn It Over</title><summary type='text'>February 11, 2011I got an e-mail from Hay House this morning, announcing a contest to have a book published.  I got all excited and then right in the middle of filling out the form, I closed the e-mail, telling myself I needed to get a cup of coffee, and I'd do this 'later.'As I walked down the stairs, I asked myself "What are you afraid of?"Coming back to my office with coffee in hand, the next </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/737501982353897893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=737501982353897893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/737501982353897893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/737501982353897893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/02/turn-it-over.html' title='Turn It Over'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-1983971926363041626</id><published>2011-02-04T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T17:21:28.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What  Do You Choose?</title><summary type='text'>Well, well, well ... there's all sorts of excitement in our world!!   Wild weather patterns, revolutions, mass deaths of animals, a rise in UFO sightings ... what a great soap opera we're creating together!   Someone said to me the other day -- "Look at all the bad things  happening in the world.  What if the whole idea of Armageddon is true?"    A Hawai'i friend, Tony Burroughs, author and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/1983971926363041626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=1983971926363041626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/1983971926363041626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/1983971926363041626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-do-you-choose.html' title='What  Do You Choose?'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-2614211638350884653</id><published>2011-01-28T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T17:40:03.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth and Death</title><summary type='text'>25 years ago, I woke up to a 4:00 AM phone call -- "The volcano is fountaining! Get up here now!"  My friend, Michael, lived in Volcano National Park on the Big Island of Hawai'i, and had promised me he'd call the next time it went off.  I dragged myself out of bed and drove up the hill.  We stood in a small park about 5 miles away from the vent and we could see it perfectly against the dark sky.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/2614211638350884653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=2614211638350884653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/2614211638350884653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/2614211638350884653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/01/birth-and-death.html' title='Birth and Death'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-2703686154698925695</id><published>2011-01-14T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T19:36:31.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Hang On</title><summary type='text'>A wonderful friend, Danika Dinsmore, shared something on her blog this week that I want to share with you:"When my father died one of the things I found most depressing was all the projects left undone. Big things, small things, broken things, unopened things . . . but the truth of the matter is, none of us ever leaves this life a completed checklist, inbox empty, all correspondence returned. At </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/2703686154698925695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=2703686154698925695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/2703686154698925695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/2703686154698925695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/01/dont-hang-on.html' title='Don&apos;t Hang On'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-1842858261270953588</id><published>2011-01-07T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T13:55:30.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Direction am I Going?</title><summary type='text'>I succumbed to the coldflu thing that's going around.  I didn't want to - I was sure I wouldn't - but I did.At one feverish point I could almost hear myself chanting "I'm not sick, I'm not sick, I'm not sick."  I had an instant visual of that chant being said as locomotive engine wheels turned round and round.  The train was heading quickly in the direction of "Sick" instead of "Not Sick."   I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/1842858261270953588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=1842858261270953588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/1842858261270953588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/1842858261270953588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-direction-am-i-going.html' title='What Direction am I Going?'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-6738270729907070047</id><published>2010-12-31T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T20:28:16.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><summary type='text'>Much of the world as I know it is doing Life Reviews. As another year passes, we look back at the remarkable changes we've gone through. I certainly have!A friend spent today doing "the last time she'd ___________ in 2010."  It wasn't about things she no longer wanted to do -- it was about the last egg she'd eat in 2010, the last book she'd read, the last cup of coffee she'd drink, the last load </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/6738270729907070047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=6738270729907070047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/6738270729907070047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/6738270729907070047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/12/much-of-world-as-i-know-it-is-doing.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-8162074818912356863</id><published>2010-12-24T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T16:41:09.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><summary type='text'>When I was a child I read a legend that said if you stay up until midnight on Christmas Eve, you'd hear the animals talk.   I don't know how many years I did this, but they never did talk.As I got older, I realized they talked to me all the time, and I to them.  It just doesn't sound like what I thought it would when I was a child.  My cats have body postures and sounds that tell me what they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/8162074818912356863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=8162074818912356863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/8162074818912356863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/8162074818912356863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPXGGgO7LgY/TRU9lUhEbaI/AAAAAAAABGY/RkbGPmsjwzE/s72-c/IMG_2262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-7791044668263954412</id><published>2010-12-18T09:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T09:18:33.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time ....</title><summary type='text'>I got an opportunity to see how easily we, or rather, I, slip into stories we make up.The lease on my apartment is up at the end of January.  I didn't want to have to do all the work it usually takes to find a new one, so I prayed and declared I was in my new home, easily and effortlessly.  A week later, while out with a girlfriend, we saw a 'for rent' sign and followed it.  Within days I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/7791044668263954412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=7791044668263954412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/7791044668263954412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/7791044668263954412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/12/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time ....'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-7119114330190538617</id><published>2010-12-10T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T16:30:51.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing and hoping or ....</title><summary type='text'>Sitting in the vet's office today, I found myself once again lusting after someone's iPad.  We spoke for a moment about what she used hers for, and I heard myself saying "Maybe Santa will bring me one for Christmas."   We both laughed .. and then they called her name, she and her doggie went in to see the vet, and I wondered about that comment I'd made.  Was that my inner child popping out for a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/7119114330190538617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=7119114330190538617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/7119114330190538617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/7119114330190538617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/12/wishing-and-hoping-or.html' title='Wishing and hoping or ....'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-3296898476248947893</id><published>2010-12-03T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T16:17:46.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing Fear</title><summary type='text'>In one of the many wonderful e-newsletters I receive, I read this:"I learned a fascinating thing about fear: it has its own fear!If I move toward my fear, not away from it, it will start to lose its nerve."Unfortunately I didn't write down who wrote it, but I thank them. Sometimes we humans allow fear to become so real in our lives that it seems like a thick wall in front of us, preventing us </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/3296898476248947893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=3296898476248947893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/3296898476248947893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/3296898476248947893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/12/facing-fear.html' title='Facing Fear'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-7989454887537624594</id><published>2010-11-26T14:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T14:48:47.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful</title><summary type='text'>It surprised me yesterday morning to open the blinds and see the parking lot in front of our building almost empty.  After all,  it's a holiday weekend!  Then I remembered, lots of people go home for  Thanksgiving.   This is the first time I've experienced people being able to go home so easily.  On the West Coast of Canada and in Hawai'i - many people's families lived far away.  Things are not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/7989454887537624594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=7989454887537624594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/7989454887537624594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/7989454887537624594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/11/grateful.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-466871289212376235</id><published>2010-11-19T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T20:27:37.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><summary type='text'>A FaceBook friend, John Lusk, had this on his status this week:"I am grateful for noticing my GPS (Gratitude Perception System) was powered off this morning and had the good sense to turn it on and recalibrate it for clearer direction."I love this -- I've used the GPS device as a metaphor so many times -- and this is the best one!    I love being open to perceiving things to be grateful for! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/466871289212376235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=466871289212376235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/466871289212376235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/466871289212376235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-6103275687800172275</id><published>2010-11-12T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T10:33:39.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Fullness</title><summary type='text'>A few weeks ago, as part of our Season of Gratitude, Rev. Deb Teramani did the Sunday message and gave us a gift of a purple bracelet with the words "Great Fullness" on it.   I have been wearing that bracelet every day, and love the reminder to acknowledge the great fullness of my life.Because of my focus on how full my life is, wonderful things have come into my experience.  Not only material </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/6103275687800172275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=6103275687800172275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/6103275687800172275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/6103275687800172275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/11/great-fullness.html' title='Great Fullness'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-1099073440243180408</id><published>2010-11-05T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T11:21:02.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine</title><summary type='text'>Lots of things we read nowadays say that in order to keep our minds fresh and young, we must constantly learn new things.  Do things we haven't done before.  Something that stretches us.  During the evenings this month I'm participating in National Novel Writers Month -- 1700 words a day!  Yipes.  I feel like I write all the time, yet it's about spirituality, and I'm writing a romance.  1700 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/1099073440243180408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=1099073440243180408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/1099073440243180408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/1099073440243180408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/11/imagine.html' title='Imagine'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-3664773553058058094</id><published>2010-10-29T18:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T18:36:32.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skepticism</title><summary type='text'>Recently I had an experience that seemed impossible.  I sat and watched it happen, and was amazed and pleased, yet I have had a hard time letting go of the "how did that happen?"  My reasoning mind wants things to be logical. I found myself thinking about the experience trying to discount it because it didn't make sense.  I want to know how and why. I know I'm not the only one who does this.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/3664773553058058094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=3664773553058058094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/3664773553058058094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/3664773553058058094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/10/skepticism.html' title='Skepticism'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-6470783911061373052</id><published>2010-10-22T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T18:58:58.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was cleaning up some papers this past week and found an old fortune cookie slip.  It read:"God can heal a broken heart, but you have to give him all the pieces."I don't know when I got this fortune or why I saved it at the time, but it showed up again at the perfect time.  With the inner work I've been doing with my "What am I Really Hungry For" group (using the book Women, Food and God), this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/6470783911061373052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=6470783911061373052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/6470783911061373052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/6470783911061373052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-was-cleaning-up-some-papers-this-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPXGGgO7LgY/TMJBQofmkVI/AAAAAAAAA94/tUeKWb5W9mQ/s72-c/pieces+of+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-4054664635488235288</id><published>2010-10-08T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T12:04:39.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Doubt</title><summary type='text'>One night I was channel surfing and came upon a program that was explaining some Sekh teachings. One of the comments that caught my attention was:The first Law of Prosperity is “Don’t Doubt.”That is not only the first law of prosperity but of practicing our spirituality as well!! Don’t doubt! Pray and don’t doubt the effectiveness of your prayers. Speak your word for health, and don’t doubt. For </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/4054664635488235288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=4054664635488235288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/4054664635488235288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/4054664635488235288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/10/dont-doubt.html' title='Don&apos;t Doubt'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-1439502422733048876</id><published>2010-10-02T16:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T16:12:46.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Game of Life</title><summary type='text'>I saw a cartoon the other day -- two people were watching television, and from the TV came the announcers voice saying:  "Next - on The Amazing Race to Enlightenment - can Jim &amp; Suzy achieve Right Mindfulness? ...and will Barb and Candy be eliminated for relentless clinging to the self?"  I laughed, and then I thought OMG, we do this don't we?  We're acting like we're living in a reality show!  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/1439502422733048876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=1439502422733048876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/1439502422733048876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/1439502422733048876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/10/game-of-life.html' title='Game of Life'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-5852054826577003048</id><published>2010-09-24T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T18:03:07.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphany</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever had an epiphany? Most of us have. We think they are sudden events .. in fact the 3rd definition on Dictionary.com is: a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience.However, epiphanies are sort of like the Hollywood myth of being "discovered overnight."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/5852054826577003048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=5852054826577003048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/5852054826577003048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/5852054826577003048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/09/epiphany.html' title='Epiphany'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPXGGgO7LgY/TJ1KLkEBOaI/AAAAAAAAA78/JVv9w16B8V0/s72-c/art.LEDlight.gi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-4139813161665685094</id><published>2010-09-18T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T07:08:03.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoulds</title><summary type='text'>I was talking with a friend yesterday and asked "What would you like to read about in my Friday Message?"   She said "Why do I continue to do what I shouldn't, and why don't I do what I should?"Yipes!  I was hoping for something easy!!  Let me say right off that I don't like the "should" word, yet oh my - how I relate!! So let's look at these two questions:1.  "Why do I continue to do what I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/4139813161665685094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=4139813161665685094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/4139813161665685094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/4139813161665685094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/09/shoulds.html' title='Shoulds'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-2939842644319525297</id><published>2010-09-10T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T13:04:50.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Person</title><summary type='text'>September 10, 2010The news has been painful lately. I quit watching it on TV years ago as it was too depressing, but now I find myself drawn into reading things online.Our President can't do anything without someone finding something wrong with it, Mother Earth seems to be really acting up, a preacher wants to do something which could have larger consequences, miners are stuck underground </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/2939842644319525297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=2939842644319525297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/2939842644319525297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/2939842644319525297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-person.html' title='One Person'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPXGGgO7LgY/TIqPMja7LtI/AAAAAAAAA70/1WUlaA7WuCk/s72-c/Woman-Worried-at-Laptop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-7880869594953959457</id><published>2010-09-03T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T11:49:32.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanting</title><summary type='text'>I moved into my apartment last February, painted it the colors I love, attracted all kinds of wonderful furniture and started to settle into my new home.Two months later, 4 adults and 2 children moved in upstairs. My wonderfully peaceful home became full of noise - footsteps, TV, kids playing, people talking, doors slamming, telephones ringing. One night I woke up in a fright as I could hear </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/7880869594953959457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=7880869594953959457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/7880869594953959457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/7880869594953959457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/09/wanting.html' title='Wanting'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-3944348805044651277</id><published>2010-08-27T05:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T05:21:58.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awe and Wonder</title><summary type='text'>21 years ago yesterday, I was standing in the Prince Kuhio Mall, on the Big Island of Hawai'i, with the Friends of the Paneawa Zoo. I had charge of an I'o, an Hawaiian hawk, was sharing stories with the shoppers about raptor birds.In the middle of my spiel, I saw my best friend and her husband walking towards us.  Kalyan was pregnant - very pregnant.  I asked her how she was feeling and she said </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/3944348805044651277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=3944348805044651277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/3944348805044651277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/3944348805044651277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/08/awe-and-wonder.html' title='Awe and Wonder'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-3154377286858806812</id><published>2010-08-13T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T07:30:41.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superstition</title><summary type='text'>Ooooooo ... it's Friday the 13th!! It's only 8:52 AM and already I've heard 3 references to Friday the 13th being bad luck...Logically, why should a number, attached to a particular day, be 'bad luck'? It doesn't make sense, According to Wikipedia, the legends of Friday the 13 are numerous - maybe starting in the 1100's, but the real fascination with this date came about in the early 20th century</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/3154377286858806812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=3154377286858806812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/3154377286858806812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/3154377286858806812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/08/superstition.html' title='Superstition'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-8159980827405722644</id><published>2010-08-06T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T10:12:01.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emerging</title><summary type='text'>I spent the a week in Chicago at the International Centers for Spiritual Living Summer Conference. It was fantastic! For me the theme was emergent evolution -- humanity emerging as the authentic loving Self -- a conscious awareness of being Spirit.At the final talk, I was reminded that this was the last summer conference the International Centers for Spiritual Living will have. Next year, it will</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/8159980827405722644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=8159980827405722644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/8159980827405722644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/8159980827405722644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/08/emerging.html' title='Emerging'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-4668356589478857603</id><published>2010-07-16T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T17:52:14.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for Change</title><summary type='text'>My neck and back had been hurting lately, and I visited my chiropractor. He suggested that since I use a laptop, the screen is in the wrong position. He advised me to put the computer up on phone books, and get a new keyboard.(Did you know that the proper height for your computer screen is for the top of the screen to be at eye level?)So off I went to Staples and came home with a bells and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/4668356589478857603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=4668356589478857603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/4668356589478857603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/4668356589478857603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/07/pray-for-change.html' title='Pray for Change'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-1541427829642777844</id><published>2010-06-25T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T07:26:43.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder</title><summary type='text'>It's Summer! All sorts of images arise - memories of beach adventures, back yard parties, camping, fireworks, vacations. Enjoying nature in all her glorious beauty.Have you ever lain on a blanket and just stared at the night sky? The stars are so beautiful. You begin to notice the constellations, the milky way, maybe even a shooting star or two. And the more you look, the more you see. Soon the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/1541427829642777844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=1541427829642777844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/1541427829642777844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/1541427829642777844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/06/wonder.html' title='Wonder'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-4820663585556198804</id><published>2010-06-11T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T21:03:03.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Path</title><summary type='text'>Next week Friday I will be "officially" installed as the Pastor of the Center for Spiritual Living Baltimore.I stated thinking about how I got here.  In the past, I've always thought about this Path starting when I was a young adult ... however, this evening driving home, I remembered being in 4th grade in Ramona Convent Catholic Girls School, running out of the classroom crying.  I had just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/4820663585556198804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=4820663585556198804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/4820663585556198804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/4820663585556198804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/06/path.html' title='The Path'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-5301121583789472175</id><published>2010-06-04T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T16:52:15.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray</title><summary type='text'>All of us have been effected by the oil spill in the Gulf Coast.  People are sad and people are angry.  There's a lot of conversation going on with a lot of emotion. As a global New Thought community, we have to feel our feelings and then get to work. We know that changing our consciousness can change absolutely anything!  There have been so many wonderful meditations, prayers and processes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/5301121583789472175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=5301121583789472175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/5301121583789472175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/5301121583789472175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/06/pray.html' title='Pray'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-1913318920178230588</id><published>2010-05-28T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T20:37:19.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning House</title><summary type='text'>Have you seen the commercial on TV for a paint that masks household odors?If not, you can see it here:  http://dutchboy.com/refresh/When I first saw it, I shook my head and said "What??? How about cleaning the house!"Then I suddenly realized, this is an outward manifestation of something much bigger.  Just think about the work of Debbie Ford, Byron Katie, Deepak Chopra, and many other spiritual </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/1913318920178230588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=1913318920178230588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/1913318920178230588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/1913318920178230588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/05/cleaning-house.html' title='Cleaning House'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-7594580969073616579</id><published>2010-05-22T19:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T19:19:50.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conpassion</title><summary type='text'>The other night I watched a show on ABC called "What Would You Do?"   There were many scenes of people getting harrassed by other people in front of  observers.One was an event in a restaurant, that was staged over and over again by actors during a weekend, where over 100 people witnessed a same sex couple being verbally abused, in front of their children, by a waiter.   I was so dismayed to see </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/7594580969073616579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=7594580969073616579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/7594580969073616579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/7594580969073616579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/05/conpassion.html' title='Conpassion'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-1137552110040143305</id><published>2010-05-14T20:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T20:00:42.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transparency</title><summary type='text'>Late last night I was playing with a Facebook app called "Goodreads" and I wanted to share it with one person.  Unfortunately I hit the wrong button, and even tho I tried to shut down the app, it sent an invite to everyone on my gmail list -- and I have a lot of contacts!   When I realized what happened, I started to get nervous.  All these people were going to see what kinds of books I read.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/1137552110040143305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=1137552110040143305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/1137552110040143305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/1137552110040143305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/05/transparency.html' title='Transparency'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-6528364877859173964</id><published>2010-05-07T15:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T15:03:49.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe</title><summary type='text'>A few people I know are going through what seems like a “dark night of the soul.”   I’ve been there.  I know how hard it is when it seems like everything in your life is falling apart. When you feel like your prayers don’t seem to be working or you’re not even really sure anymore if this stuff we practice works!   After I had my experience I realized that a dark night of the soul is when things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/6528364877859173964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=6528364877859173964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/6528364877859173964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/6528364877859173964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/05/breathe.html' title='Breathe'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-8146946409871152896</id><published>2010-04-30T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T14:59:18.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><summary type='text'>"Life is a mirror and will reflect back to the thinker what he thinks into it." ~  Ernest HolmesAt the beginning of this month, a family moved in upstairs.  Up until then, the unit had been empty. The building I live in is an old building, and the units have been renovated quite nicely.  One thing that wasn't renovated were the ceilings.  Suddenly the quiet I had been enjoying disappeared.  With </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/8146946409871152896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=8146946409871152896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/8146946409871152896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/8146946409871152896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/04/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-6063016376614713775</id><published>2010-04-23T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T15:24:17.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts</title><summary type='text'>Last weekend I went to the Sugarloaf Arts and Crafts Festival here in Baltimore.  What a magnificently delightful array of colors, textures, scents and creativity.  I love craft shows because I am reminded of my own inner artist, and how much fun it is to be creative.A woman I spoke to while waiting in line for the restroom said she loved to come to the shows, but they made her sad.  When I asked</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/6063016376614713775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=6063016376614713775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/6063016376614713775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/6063016376614713775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/04/gifts.html' title='Gifts'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-184108600998564835</id><published>2010-04-16T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T20:12:20.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weak spot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science of mind'/><title type='text'>Weak Spot</title><summary type='text'>A few years ago I hurt my back pretty badly.  This evening I was sharing with a friend my story about how I started getting better quickly when I decided to be grateful when my back didn't hurt, instead of focusing on when it did.  At the end of my sharing, I heard myself say "My back is my weak spot."  I hesitated for a moment as what I heard myself say sunk in, and added with a laugh:  "..and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/184108600998564835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=184108600998564835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/184108600998564835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/184108600998564835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/04/weak-spot.html' title='Weak Spot'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-2166743591759384161</id><published>2010-04-09T12:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T12:22:49.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever really given thought to the conversation that is going on 24/7 in your mind?  Anyone who meditates has certainly seen easy it is to get hooked into various patterns of thinking!!It is important to notice these things. Quite often thoughts slip out our mouths before we're aware they were going to do so.   My teacher, the late Rev. Helen Street, once said that she only had to talk to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/2166743591759384161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=2166743591759384161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/2166743591759384161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/2166743591759384161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/04/stories.html' title='Stories'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-7144787352734578350</id><published>2010-04-02T20:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T20:07:58.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science of mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consciousness'/><title type='text'>Ego</title><summary type='text'>Something's been on my mind lately and I feel like I have to speak up, so here goes:We've got to stop bashing the ego!!I've heard how the ego leads us astray, how EGO stand for "Edging God Out", how the ego keeps us in fear, etc., etc., etc. We're told that the ego is needy - always in search of appreciation. It's considered a very negative thing. Every time I hear something like this, I want to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/7144787352734578350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=7144787352734578350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/7144787352734578350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/7144787352734578350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/04/ego.html' title='Ego'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-6295481512549782453</id><published>2010-03-26T05:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T05:35:48.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><summary type='text'>We've heard a lot of 'stories' lately -- in the media, our friends conversations and yes, even in our own minds.  Stories of lack, limitation, blame, etc..  The other day I was talking with musician Charlie Thweat and he reminded me of a statement from the Course in Miracles:  "Trust will solve every problem here."   Why don't we trust?  Most of us have an experience or two in our past that led </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/6295481512549782453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=6295481512549782453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/6295481512549782453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/6295481512549782453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/03/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-8279437505495008348</id><published>2010-03-19T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T19:56:07.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardens</title><summary type='text'>March 20, is the first day of Spring. Take a deep breath. Everything is lightening up.A while ago, I planted some basil seeds in a small pot and put it on my kitchen window sill. Even though it looked like just a pot of dirt, I knew something was working underneath the soil. The urge to grow showed up as two tiny plants today, and in the next few days, even more will come up, and soon I will have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/8279437505495008348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=8279437505495008348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/8279437505495008348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/8279437505495008348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/03/gardens.html' title='Gardens'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-635544600818094502</id><published>2010-03-12T10:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T10:33:43.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Observations</title><summary type='text'>The weirdest thing is happening this morning.  I have no inspirational ideas for this weeks Friday Message at all.  I have done everything I normally do to get inspired - meditation, Treatment, looking at various books, even checked the file I have on the computer called "FM ideas."   Nothing !!So - I've swept &amp; vacuumed, cleaned the bathrooms, petted the cats, checked e-mail and Facebook  ... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/635544600818094502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=635544600818094502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/635544600818094502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/635544600818094502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/03/observations.html' title='Observations'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-7422313247733605195</id><published>2010-03-06T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T10:18:11.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><summary type='text'>A few weeks ago I wrote about meeting my Nephew and his family at the airport and how delightful it was to see them.  Something else happened that day that haunts me.  As I was walking down the hallway heading towards the gate where the military comes in, I saw many young men and women in uniform walking toward me. I waved at them, called "Welcome Home" and got great responses.  I watched them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/7422313247733605195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=7422313247733605195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/7422313247733605195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/7422313247733605195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/03/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-2351005382633153611</id><published>2010-02-26T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:47:34.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><title type='text'>Courage</title><summary type='text'>Years ago, at the beginning of this Path called Religious Science, I took a class called "Insight Out."  In the class, we were to decorate the folder that would hold the class handouts as if it were a treasure map.  Being a wordsmith, my folder had a few pictures and lots of words.  One of the phrases I cut out was "Her life was better than most people's fantasies."    And so it is.  I have lived</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/2351005382633153611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=2351005382633153611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/2351005382633153611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/2351005382633153611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/02/courage.html' title='Courage'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-8374931449927838161</id><published>2010-02-19T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T17:20:09.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treatment Works!</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I went to the airport to welcome my nephew and his family home.  I got to meet my Great Nieces for the first time.3 years and some months ago LeNee, my nephews wife,  went into labor, waaaay too early.  She was carrying twins, and months were spent in the hospital in Germany where they were stationed, to keep her from delivering.  When the girls were born, they were 2 months early, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/8374931449927838161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=8374931449927838161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/8374931449927838161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/8374931449927838161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/02/treatment-works.html' title='Treatment Works!'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPXGGgO7LgY/S384uhFg_6I/AAAAAAAAAvw/1wV9rjAKeoo/s72-c/IMG_1984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-7807722534065230876</id><published>2010-02-12T21:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T21:43:14.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are Mirrors</title><summary type='text'>The other day, I re-read the Book of Love Notes that were written by my congregation in Langley BC and given to me at my going away party.  Two words that were written the most were "loving" and "generous." As I was reading I looked up and noticed the first decorative piece I purchased for my new home.  It is a life sized statue of a pair of hands.  The two hands are joined with little fingers </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/7807722534065230876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=7807722534065230876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/7807722534065230876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/7807722534065230876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-are-mirrors.html' title='We are Mirrors'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPXGGgO7LgY/S3Y73_VOnMI/AAAAAAAAAu0/0PGTy0mxIPY/s72-c/hands.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-5560289823930604277</id><published>2010-02-05T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T15:09:18.377-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><title type='text'>Present</title><summary type='text'>I love the poems of Mary Oliver … somewhere on a page with her poems was this:Instructions for living a life:Pay attention.Be astonished.Tell about it.The newscasters have been telling us all week about the huge snowstorm due to hit this weekend.  Yesterday I went to the store to get a few items.  It took over an hour and a half.  At first as I tried to find the shortest line, (the lines went way</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/5560289823930604277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=5560289823930604277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/5560289823930604277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/5560289823930604277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/02/present.html' title='Present'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-5106040189435424104</id><published>2010-01-29T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T15:25:03.723-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><title type='text'>Attitude</title><summary type='text'>This morning I was on hold with Comcast, the local digital internet/tv/phone provider for quite awhile.  Finally a woman came on the line and we went through the conversation necessary for me to get service at my new apartment.  Just after she gave me what my new phone number would be, her computer crashed, and after trying to fix it, (more time on hold) , she apologized and said she would have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/5106040189435424104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=5106040189435424104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/5106040189435424104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/5106040189435424104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/01/attitude.html' title='Attitude'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-6644234172396452629</id><published>2010-01-22T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T13:33:28.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All One</title><summary type='text'>Last week I mentioned appreciating the phrase “I see you” from the Avatar film.Evie, a fellow member of Vibrant Nation, wrote this:“You might be interested to know that there is an African group, the Ubuntu, who acknowledge one another, almost like we say "Hello", but they say, "I see you" and the one they see says, "I am here". When discussing this with them they explain that to be "seen" brings</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/6644234172396452629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=6644234172396452629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/6644234172396452629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/6644234172396452629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-one.html' title='All One'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-5847257085093448842</id><published>2010-01-15T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T14:35:00.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I saw Avatar for the second time.  This time what came across for me was the simple greeting “I see you.”    It’s a lot like Namaste – yet with the worlds events it began to mean even more.  I know Namaste means ‘The Divine in me recognizes the Divine in you.”  This is a wonderful, very important thing.  Yet most of us want to be seen as we are as humans.We want to be acknowledged for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/5847257085093448842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=5847257085093448842' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/5847257085093448842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/5847257085093448842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/01/seeing.html' title='Seeing'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-1936458395877406704</id><published>2010-01-08T15:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T15:59:54.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe</title><summary type='text'>A few weeks ago I wrote about a wonderful mantra that dear Nithya Shanti gave me (and thousands of others) … “Every cell in my body is happy.”    A few days later, after some interesting financial experiences, I decided to add “and I am always provided for.”  Wow! That has been so powerful!!Here’s the most recent instance:  Yesterday a friend &amp; his lady drove me and my cats to the airport in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/1936458395877406704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=1936458395877406704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/1936458395877406704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/1936458395877406704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/01/believe.html' title='Believe'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-7190590505118971640</id><published>2010-01-01T10:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T10:08:45.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear Free!</title><summary type='text'>Last Sunday, I put fear in the burning bowl --  yet with all the hustle and bustle of daily experiences, I found it creeping back in.For instance, I took the cats to the vet yesterday to get the health certificate necessary for them to travel – and found myself feeling faint while I waited for the Vet to come in.  I hadn’t realized how fearful I am about glitches in my travel plans until then.   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/7190590505118971640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=7190590505118971640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/7190590505118971640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/7190590505118971640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2010/01/fear-free.html' title='Fear Free!'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-1706773447119534245</id><published>2009-12-25T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T09:58:12.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><summary type='text'>Nithya Shanti, a wonderful spiritual teacher from India, gave me an early Christmas Gift this year I would like to share with you.  He said:   “Say 108 times a day:   “Every cell in my body is happy.””How simple!!   And how profound.  Since we’re focusing on this idea - that every cell in our body is happy -- the body has to respond!!   Happy cells are healthy cells, and healthy cells make a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/1706773447119534245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=1706773447119534245' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/1706773447119534245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/1706773447119534245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2009/12/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-969862432592211697</id><published>2009-12-18T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T14:34:21.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light!</title><summary type='text'>Wow!   Was I surprised to get home at 3 PM yesterday and find it dark at 4:30 PM!!  I had a sense of what it must have been like for the ancient peoples who had no knowledge of the revolutions of the earth around the sun, etc., and how scary it must have been to feel that the sun was abandoning them.  I don’t think anyone knows how long ago we started celebrating the winter solstice.  According </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/969862432592211697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=969862432592211697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/969862432592211697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/969862432592211697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2009/12/light.html' title='Light!'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-2116906162440299424</id><published>2009-12-11T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T14:03:10.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><summary type='text'>The other morning I woke up thinking “Oh no, I’m homeless!!”    Now I know this isn’t true, but it was an interesting feeling.   You see, I’ve always thought of Hawai’i as “home.”  I lived many wonderful years here, with family of choice and friends.   But something is different this trip.  I still have Beloveds here, but it no longer feels like ‘home’.  Langley has felt like ‘home’ as well, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/2116906162440299424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=2116906162440299424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/2116906162440299424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/2116906162440299424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2009/12/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-5566775076759539483</id><published>2009-12-04T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:21:26.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience</title><summary type='text'>Blessings from the Big Island of Hawai’i …     There is a plaque on the kitchen counter here that reads:      ‘A’ohe hua o ka mai’a i ka lā ho’okāhi  “Bananas do not fruit in a single day”     This reminded me of my Mother’s saying: “Rome wasn’t built in a day.”   And how true this is!   Being born in the age of TV dinners, microwaves, instant whatevers and their evolution, we tend to want things</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/5566775076759539483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=5566775076759539483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/5566775076759539483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/5566775076759539483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2009/12/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-2877971823769158221</id><published>2009-11-27T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T16:09:13.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go</title><summary type='text'>Darling Phoebe, who I thought would be my forever dog, left today for her new home.  I was her “permanent foster mom” for the owner, who breeds top quality Standard Poodles.  Unfortunately, she couldn’t go to the States with me, and so this morning, with cuddles, tears and a heavy heart, I had to let her go.It made me think about all the other times I have gone on what I call “Grand Spiritual </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/2877971823769158221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=2877971823769158221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/2877971823769158221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/2877971823769158221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2009/11/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPXGGgO7LgY/SxBqEzs2U3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/PmugHF7aBbc/s72-c/IMG_1758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-5646294192738382471</id><published>2009-11-20T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:38:50.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck Has Nothing to do With It!</title><summary type='text'>I am leaving Canada the end of this year.  I have accepted the position of Senior Pastor of the Center for Spiritual Living in Baltimore, Maryland.At lunch after our Gathering last Sunday, as I was answering some questions about my new position, one of our congregation said “You are so lucky.”  I heard myself replying “Luck had nothing to do with it!  I’ve been treating for this for the past 24 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/5646294192738382471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=5646294192738382471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/5646294192738382471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/5646294192738382471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2009/11/luck-has-nothing-to-do-with-it.html' title='Luck Has Nothing to do With It!'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-338797744013407077</id><published>2009-11-13T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T13:01:45.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F. E. A. R.</title><summary type='text'>Whoo Hoo!  Friday the 13th!   Started out with huge hail storm and a tree falling over in my neighbours back yard.  Now, if I was superstitious, which I’m not (well, most of the time) or living in ancient times – these two experiences together could possibly be a disastrous omen.   It’s that ole fear of the unknown and constant search for meaning.  Rev. Shelly Downs of the Tree of Life Center in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/338797744013407077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=338797744013407077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/338797744013407077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/338797744013407077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2009/11/f-e-r.html' title='F. E. A. R.'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-8528806375857867110</id><published>2009-11-06T16:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:56:11.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bodies</title><summary type='text'>With the holiday season arriving, we are beginning to hear complaints (though not too seriously) about the foods available.  In Canada, Christmas baking is BIG – shortbread, cookies, fudge, fruit cake, butter tarts, mincemeat tarts, homemade truffles, lots of chocolates of all kinds …. Anyone besides me drooling yet?  Oh – and eggnog – yumm! Some of us women joke that we might as well glue it to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/8528806375857867110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=8528806375857867110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/8528806375857867110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/8528806375857867110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2009/11/bodies.html' title='Bodies'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-6981207616605897508</id><published>2009-10-30T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:18:55.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><title type='text'>Imagination</title><summary type='text'>Halloween’s an interesting time of year.  It’s a time when we give ourselves permission to be creative – it’s also a time when we give ourselves permission to be scared and make it fun.  In the human experience we seem to fall easily into mental scary places.  We fear illness, the world financial situation, or that our jobs or our love will end.  We find ourselves imagining all sorts of scary </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/6981207616605897508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=6981207616605897508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/6981207616605897508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/6981207616605897508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2009/10/imagination.html' title='Imagination'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-332701492900331271</id><published>2009-10-23T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T07:34:05.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>Bonnie, a wonderful artist friend of mine in Hawaii, posted a picture on Facebook of a living room that was totally black and white except for a few red flowers. I found it interesting to read people’s reactions to the picture.  To Bonnie, who’s also an interior decorator, the picture reflected a room that was elegant, dramatic and sophisticated (tho she wouldn’t want to have to clean it) … </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/332701492900331271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=332701492900331271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/332701492900331271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/332701492900331271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2009/10/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-3771983729755462910</id><published>2009-10-16T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T11:23:10.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Willingness</title><summary type='text'>Rev. Yvonne Davidson, a friend in Kelowna, sent me this story and I had to share it with you:I had the opportunity of meeting a wonderful Chiropractor who has been working with David and I since March.  He said he had come to Kelowna to heal the city.   He accepts a patient, X-rays them, sees them three times a week for three months, twice a week for three months, then once a week for three </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/3771983729755462910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=3771983729755462910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/3771983729755462910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/3771983729755462910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2009/10/willingness.html' title='Willingness'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-3561687800923079427</id><published>2009-10-02T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T14:22:06.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><summary type='text'>Someone said the other day that the world is changing and because of that, their life was changing.  It’s true, our lives are changing and will never been the same, moment to moment.  Change means the process of becoming different. Aren’t we always doing that?  Don’t we desire to do that?  We want to become more authentic, more loving, be more of service, and in order to do that something in us </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/3561687800923079427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=3561687800923079427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/3561687800923079427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/3561687800923079427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2009/10/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-2140453668603722434</id><published>2009-09-25T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T13:43:11.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Training</title><summary type='text'>Several times a day I take Phoebe through her “training” routine.  The normal “sit, stay, and heel,” etc.   This morning was exhausting!  She was being a wild child!! She wanted to do what she wanted to do and I had a really hard time being the pack leader.  Part of me just wanted to let her run and play and be a dog, yet I know that if I let up on the training, it will be more difficult the next</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/2140453668603722434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=2140453668603722434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/2140453668603722434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/2140453668603722434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2009/09/training.html' title='Training'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-2240159941591435595</id><published>2009-09-18T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T15:32:13.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate!</title><summary type='text'>I love following the multifaith calendar.  There are so many celebrations, so many delightful rituals. Tonight at sundown Rosh Hashanah begins.  This is the Jewish New Year. There are many rituals and prayers involved in this holy time – and the one I resonate to is Tashlikh (Hebrew for “casting off”).  During the afternoon, people go to a large, natural body of flowing water and “cast off” the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/2240159941591435595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618485&amp;postID=2240159941591435595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/2240159941591435595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618485/posts/default/2240159941591435595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revangelica.blogspot.com/2009/09/celebrate.html' title='Celebrate!'/><author><name>Angelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
