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		<title>By: Milton</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Jul 2014 04:38:41 +0000</pubDate>
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<p>thank you!&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Dolly</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 22:32:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Peevish Mama, 

How lucky you are to have just spent a weekend with your lady peeps.  I know exactly of which you speak, referring to the mental and physical exhaustion and exhileration of three whole days just being you.  I was fortunate to slip away last weekend to the mountains of Scottsdale, AZ with a handful of old friends, new friends and a couple of mere aquaintances whom I can now call friends.  We laughed until we cried, we cried until it was time to pull it together for another jello shot, and we allowed our minds to let completely go of any responsibility for three whole days.  Talk of recipes, birth control, job woes, volcanos (in the Big Blue sense of the word),and getting old-er -- all peppered in with a mish mash of yoga, coffee,hot tub soaks, dance party mania and a whole lotta drinkin&#039;.  Three whole days.  Liberating, isn&#039;t it?

I will take to heart what your friend says about being an authentic mother, because I too savored all the little moments of truth in my weekend and am hopeful to keep them with me, rather than let them fade away when the weekend is over.  So here is one for you:  The challenge is not to have a great time while away with your soul-ladies.  The challenge is to let the enlightenment be part of you in your daily life.  Believe it or not, I went to the desert and it rained most of the time.  As you can imagine, I had fantasized about laying by a pool, catching some sun.  I was pleasantly surprised at how it didn&#039;t bother me that it was cloudy.  For the enrichment that I got while being just Heath for three whole days was deeper than any tan I could have gotten.

When the sun came out for a few minutes on our last day, I looked at my friends and said, &quot;This is enough.  I just needed to take some sunshine home with me.&quot;

Hopefully you did too.

Love you girl!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Peevish Mama, </p>
<p>How lucky you are to have just spent a weekend with your lady peeps.  I know exactly of which you speak, referring to the mental and physical exhaustion and exhileration of three whole days just being you.  I was fortunate to slip away last weekend to the mountains of Scottsdale, AZ with a handful of old friends, new friends and a couple of mere aquaintances whom I can now call friends.  We laughed until we cried, we cried until it was time to pull it together for another jello shot, and we allowed our minds to let completely go of any responsibility for three whole days.  Talk of recipes, birth control, job woes, volcanos (in the Big Blue sense of the word),and getting old-er &#8212; all peppered in with a mish mash of yoga, coffee,hot tub soaks, dance party mania and a whole lotta drinkin&#8217;.  Three whole days.  Liberating, isn&#8217;t it?</p>
<p>I will take to heart what your friend says about being an authentic mother, because I too savored all the little moments of truth in my weekend and am hopeful to keep them with me, rather than let them fade away when the weekend is over.  So here is one for you:  The challenge is not to have a great time while away with your soul-ladies.  The challenge is to let the enlightenment be part of you in your daily life.  Believe it or not, I went to the desert and it rained most of the time.  As you can imagine, I had fantasized about laying by a pool, catching some sun.  I was pleasantly surprised at how it didn&#8217;t bother me that it was cloudy.  For the enrichment that I got while being just Heath for three whole days was deeper than any tan I could have gotten.</p>
<p>When the sun came out for a few minutes on our last day, I looked at my friends and said, &#8220;This is enough.  I just needed to take some sunshine home with me.&#8221;</p>
<p>Hopefully you did too.</p>
<p>Love you girl!</p>
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