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Anita Roddick Quote

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Last Updated (Tuesday, 30 November 1999 00:00) Written by Megan Whitney Wednesday, 13 January 2010 03:49

Not all revolutionaries set out to change the world per se; some set out to change their own worlds. And in so doing, they often change the way one person, or a few people, or whole communities, or entire nations or the world thinks and operates in some significant way.   —Anita Roddick


 

Resolution Bandwagon

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Last Updated (Tuesday, 30 November 1999 00:00) Written by Megan Whitney Tuesday, 12 January 2010 03:08

Happy New Year!  2009 was wonderful to me and I’m so grateful for every person that crossed my path and everything that happened.  2010 promises to be just as amazing, and then some!  To make sure I live it up I’ve decided to jump on the resolution bandwagon. (I know, a bandwagon, that’s so unlike me!  But if anyone wishes to send me a pair of Vibram Five Fingers I will gladly accept and run in them.  Thank you.  J)  Below is a rather extensive list of my resolutions.  Wish me luck!

 

I Resolve To:

 

Be Positive!

 

Know that everything will work out, always.

 

Be compassionate.

 

Connect with as many people as I can.

 

Give.

 

Publish!

 

Join a writer’s workshop.  (If you know of any in the Austin area let me know!)

 

Do something I’m good at everyday.

 

Do something I love everyday.

 

Celebrate my successes.

 

Learn something new everyday.

 

Continue to move outside of my comfort zone.

  

Whatever your resolutions may be for the upcoming year I wish you the best of luck at fulfilling them.  Have a wonderful new year!

 


 

One of my favorite quotes:

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Last Updated (Tuesday, 30 November 1999 00:00) Written by Megan Whitney Tuesday, 12 January 2010 02:46

Everyday, think as you wake up, today I am fortunate to be alive, I have a precious human life, I am not going to waste it. I am going to use all my energies to develop myself, to expand my heart out to others; to achieve enlightenment for the benefit of all beings. I am going to have kind thoughts towards others, I am not going to get angry or think badly about others. I am going to benefit others as much as I can.

--Dalai Lama XIV


   

Jennifer Farley-- A Dangerous Woman

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Last Updated (Thursday, 07 January 2010 17:02) Written by Megan Whitney Thursday, 07 January 2010 16:56

A great start, to a great day!  I love this poem by Jennifer Farley

 A Dangerous Woman

I am a dangerous woman…
Infinitely compassionate and wildly loving.
Softly strong and strongly soft in my ways.
Don’t get to close, you may see dreams come true and wishes appear from thin air.

I am a dangerous woman…….
Able to give unconditional love from an endless well within.
Blindingly bright ~ I will continue to shine until the stars fade from the heavens.
For God’s sake, don’t give me your heart, I might show you what it’s for and how to use it.

I am a dangerous woman……
Capable and real.
Genuine and wise.
Whatever you do, don’t tell me your secrets, I will keep them.
I am a dangerous woman…….
Gently staunch in my defense of family, friends and home.
Crazy in love with my life.
Don’t expose me to your children, I may teach them something of value.
I am a dangerous woman………
Reveling in my sensuality.
Enjoying all the pleasures of being female.
Stay away from me if a lover that is both your equal and your joy is what you seek.

I am all that I am meant to be.
If this means danger then……
I AM a dangerous woman. 

 



 

Wyatt Prunty- Cold Watercolor

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Last Updated (Tuesday, 30 November 1999 00:00) Written by Megan Whitney Sunday, 03 January 2010 22:10

In the spirit of the new year, enjoy! 

Cold Watercolor
by Wyatt Prunty


We saw the birds jockeying for the feeder.
Inside, the networks fed us New Year's Day.
And then there was the snow, in thick raw blots
Down past a row of windows where it caught,
Turning the sills to ridges, as outside
The streets, houses, and yards thickened
From their named and numbered ways into
A watercolor unreadably white . . .
And all the while the manic snow descending,
Sometimes glazed against a pane but mostly
Falling from itself into itself
Under a low, bruised, and indefinite sky . . .

Until the things I watched to measure change,
A rencent stump, raised flower beds, porch steps —
Had disappeared, with the snow still falling
And the gray January light fading,
Fusing the trees and houses in one shade . . .
Suddenly a shadow now, beyond the glass
That mirrored us with looking out,
Ourselves out there, watches and rings reversed —
As reporters had the years reversed,
We said, looking out, seeing us looking in.



   

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