<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301</id><updated>2011-12-30T10:45:41.057-05:00</updated><category term='Sandy Carlson'/><category term='jokes'/><category term='animals'/><category term='Twitter'/><category term='advice'/><category term='basketball'/><category term='Matter of Fact Monday'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='Sound Bites'/><category term='states'/><category term='prayers'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='music'/><category term='Saturday Special'/><category term='Lens Day'/><category term='events'/><category term='art'/><category term='winter'/><category term='thought comments'/><category term='school'/><category term='forgiveness'/><category term='calming'/><category term='photos'/><category term='loves'/><category term='original poetry'/><category term='inauguration'/><category term='Then Sings My Soul'/><category term='multimedia'/><category term='PhotoSharks'/><category term='Connecticut'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='memories'/><category term='coaching'/><category term='Simply Snickers'/><category term='entertainment'/><category term='tweets'/><category term='sports'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='outings'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='stories'/><category term='architecture'/><category term='love'/><category term='kids'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Each New Morning</title><subtitle type='html'>For each new morning with its light, For rest and shelter of the night, For health and food, For love and friends, For everything Thy goodness sends. (Emerson)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-1876730684880239965</id><published>2009-03-09T23:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T09:27:30.229-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coaching'/><title type='text'>One For Their Ages</title><content type='html'>Tonight, I had a front row seat at an amazing basketball game, one that I can truly say ranks among the best games I've ever been involved in in my 15 years of coaching youth sports.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As their parents and grandparents and siblings looked on, a group of 5th and 6th grade girls, once timd and passive and unsure of themselves, rallied from a 10-point deficit in the fourth quarter to win, 30-29.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls's opponent this evening was the best team in the league, Middlebury Blue, which featues the best player in the league, a player who could easily being playing a level or two up. Blue had put a hurting on these girls in January by a score of 29-13.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that game, their worst loss of the season, the Devil Ducks were 0-3. With their comeback, one they will remember for quite a long time, the girls are now 4-4. And the dreaded Blue team, and it's star player, are no longer intimidating and invincible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Showing guts they had not before, the local girls pulled themselves up off the floor, sometimes literally, battered and hurting. Displaying a growing confidence that fully blossomed tonight, they played together, they played aggressively, and they played with desire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the Devil Ducks pulled within one point with a minute to go, they knew they could do it. For the first time all year, they sensed something big happening and they wanted it. They tied the score, and this group that shied away from yelling "WIN" to break team huddles in its previous seven games, asked to shout that word at the start of overtime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I looked in their eyes at that moment, I was more proud of them than of any other team that I've coached, no matter what was to happen. That 29-13 loss just about two months ago was so far gone. They were focused on the here and now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Winning is not everything. But putting your heart into something and giving it your all is. So is getting up off the canvas when you're down and counted out. Special memories are made of those times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, tonight I was courtside and it was pure magic. Way to go, Ducks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-1876730684880239965?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1876730684880239965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=1876730684880239965' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/1876730684880239965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/1876730684880239965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-for-their-ages.html' title='One For Their Ages'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-580671469539129431</id><published>2009-01-21T04:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T16:34:19.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>See Below</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SXjmOgHSqRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/YLjX_AfEzHY/s1600-h/newdayinamerica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SXjmOgHSqRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/YLjX_AfEzHY/s400/newdayinamerica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294234498787092754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-580671469539129431?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/580671469539129431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=580671469539129431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/580671469539129431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/580671469539129431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2009/01/see-below.html' title='See Below'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SXjmOgHSqRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/YLjX_AfEzHY/s72-c/newdayinamerica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-1448340706974495729</id><published>2009-01-20T13:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:42:42.939-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inauguration'/><title type='text'>A Bright, New Day</title><content type='html'>As our country's newest president was just beginning his speech, two men who had walked into the restaurant where a co-worker and I had sat at the bar to watch, had this conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's going on today?, one asked..&lt;br /&gt;"It's the inauguration," said the other.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah, I forgot," said the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one word for that questioner. Forgive me. Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the most historic day of our generation, how could you forget that the 44th president of the United States was being sworn in to office? How could you not have been anticipating this moment since November? And like half the patrons in the restaurant, how could you be in the same room with a television and not watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been back at my desk just under 30 minutes, and already I've re-read the speech and its key phrases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions - that time has surely passed..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn-out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is indeed a new day, and it's bright and clear and welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://abcnews.go.com/Politics/Inauguration/story?id=6689022&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;President Obama's inaugural address&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-1448340706974495729?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1448340706974495729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=1448340706974495729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/1448340706974495729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/1448340706974495729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2009/01/bright-new-day.html' title='A Bright, New Day'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-6820973545792044450</id><published>2009-01-19T09:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:02:45.303-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Let New President &amp; Cabinet Enjoy Themselves</title><content type='html'>We've all been there. We've all had big moments in our lives. We've all come back to Earth shortly thereafter to deal with the reality before us. So let President-elect Barack Obama and his new Cabinet enjoy the days leading up to, and including the inauguration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what our triumph, no matter what our high, we know those times are brief interludes in lives filled with ups and downs, with the routine and the mundane, with the crucial and the trivial. We don't forget what business awaits us when the moment passes. We know there are things we have to deal with immediately following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is about living in the moment and about being able to enjoy that moment. We need those times when we can tuck everything else away for a few hours or even a couple of days. It's not that don't realize the importance what we'll have to do after the moment, but we don't have live through the good times feeling guilty for enjoying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, unlike one reporter I heard this morning on CNN, who talked about the incoming administration enjoying itself but..., let's forget the but. Let's all understand that we all understand that the but is there. And let's not bring it up in our conversations, in our analysis, in our questioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The President-elect, his family, his staff, his Cabinet and their families may only experience this pomp and circumstance one time in their lives. Let's allow them to enjoy it and not be so caught up in what's coming next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how we would all want it, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-6820973545792044450?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6820973545792044450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=6820973545792044450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/6820973545792044450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/6820973545792044450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-new-president-cabinet-enjoy.html' title='Let New President &amp; Cabinet Enjoy Themselves'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-7521232004034663346</id><published>2009-01-05T07:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:10:58.398-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Wonderful or Not? It Depends</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite movies of all time is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a Wonderful Life&lt;/span&gt;. It ends up being a feel-good movie about the holiday spirit, but it's much more complicated than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a column a friend of mine wrote for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New York Times&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; It's a fantastic look at a movie that became a classic years and years after it's release. I'm sharing it now because, through the season, a couple of weeks removed from seeing it last, I thought you'd probably enjoy reflecting on it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/19/movies/19wond.html?_r=1&amp;amp;8dpc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wonderful? Sorry, George, It’s a Pitiful, Dreadful Life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-7521232004034663346?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7521232004034663346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=7521232004034663346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/7521232004034663346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/7521232004034663346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2009/01/wonderful-or-not-it-depends.html' title='Wonderful or Not? It Depends'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-4967864996465068541</id><published>2008-12-30T10:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:11:40.882-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>New Meaning "I Love Lucy"</title><content type='html'>In the &lt;em&gt;USA Today&lt;/em&gt; Life section snapshot this morning, the feature was most popular cat and dog names of 2008. What I learned from that little graphic was that nowadays, the phrase "I love Lucy" refers to more than just a 1950s comedy series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name Lucy ranks fifth for dogs (496) and first for cats (354) in the Petfinder.com survey of the names of more than 145,000 adoptable dogs and more than 140,000 adoptable cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy is the English form of Lucia, in use since the Middle Ages. which is the feminine form of Lucius. Lucia was a 4th-century martyr from Syracuse who was said to have had her eyes gouged out. She is the patron saint of the blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if any guide dogs are named Lucy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-4967864996465068541?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4967864996465068541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=4967864996465068541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/4967864996465068541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/4967864996465068541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-meaning-i-love-lucy.html' title='New Meaning &quot;I Love Lucy&quot;'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-688971544121970118</id><published>2008-12-28T07:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T07:17:00.085-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sound Bites'/><title type='text'>What God Wants</title><content type='html'>God doesn't want us as a business partner, as a distant relative, even as a close friend.  God wants to live with each one of us, as one of us.  That is the miracle of Christmas. God takes on flesh.  It sounds impossible. Do we choose to believe it anyway?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's coming doesn't depend on us, on the depth or steadiness of our believing.  This miracle depends on God, whom we cannot understand or contain, who reaches out to us at Christmas and every day of our lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding ourselves slightly puzzled and in awe before this mystery is a faithful response. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;By Mary Lou Redding in WHILE WE WAIT: Living the Questions of Advent,  as published in &lt;a href="http://www.fumcgb.org/fumcgb/communications/+sound+bites+e-mail+ministry/default.asp"&gt;Sound Bites&lt;/a&gt;, the e-mail ministry of the First United Methodist Church in Green Bay, WI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-688971544121970118?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/688971544121970118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=688971544121970118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/688971544121970118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/688971544121970118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-god-wants.html' title='What God Wants'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-8690427820823385830</id><published>2008-12-27T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T00:14:01.051-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday Special'/><title type='text'>Saturday Special: Words Ending in 'End'</title><content type='html'>1. Did Not Sp&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt;...too much for Christmas this year. Is there really such a thing? I know, I know, there probably is. But the giving, the joy, and the resulting warmth do so much for you. And usually when you need it most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Year &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;End&lt;/span&gt;...Bonus. Having never worked for a company that did anything like that, I wonder why it's on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did Not Att&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt;...The company Christmas party. Sometimes corporate get-togethers don't feel right. This was one of those years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ext&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt;...best wishes for a happy, healthy, and heavenly year in 2009, filled with all the love and peace and kindness we all long to receive and provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://satspecial.blogspot.com/"&gt;More Saturday Special here...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-8690427820823385830?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8690427820823385830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=8690427820823385830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/8690427820823385830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/8690427820823385830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/12/saturday-special-words-ending-in-end.html' title='Saturday Special: Words Ending in &apos;End&apos;'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-8179944775235296980</id><published>2008-12-26T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:55:00.392-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='multimedia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Then Sings My Soul'/><title type='text'>Then Sings My Soul: Mary Did You Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="326"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ii9JvTyeL1Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ii9JvTyeL1Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="326"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was treated to this song by a very special friend a few days ago. There are many versions on YouTube. I wanted to share this one by Donny Osmond because he's a memory of an innocent childhood when I was ready to be introduced into pop music and the Easter Bunny left me my first record album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From Donny with Love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Corny to be sure, and certainly far from what's expressed in this powerful song. Osmond takes a back seat, as he should, to the powerful lyrics. I very much appreciated being able to think about Christmas in this way this year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;More &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://signsmiraclesandwonders.blogspot.com/"&gt;Then Sings My Soul&lt;/a&gt; songs and messages here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-8179944775235296980?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8179944775235296980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=8179944775235296980' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/8179944775235296980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/8179944775235296980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/12/then-sings-my-soul-mary-did-you-know.html' title='Then Sings My Soul: Mary Did You Know'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-5686701803092216495</id><published>2008-12-26T10:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:53:46.174-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><title type='text'>A Nice, Calming Pause</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/USXroFceyfE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/USXroFceyfE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"…God gave the world the gift of His presence -- in a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes and laid in a manager.  God understood how empty and alone we were, so He visited our dark world, lighting our lives with His presence.  He gave us the greatest possible gift -- Himself!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By Lenya Heitzig and Penny Pierce Rose in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pathway to God's Treasure: Ephesians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/SandyCarlson"&gt;More videos by Sandy Carlson...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-5686701803092216495?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5686701803092216495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=5686701803092216495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/5686701803092216495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/5686701803092216495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/12/nice-calming-pause.html' title='A Nice, Calming Pause'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-7874343935623339873</id><published>2008-12-25T00:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:01:01.067-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By YouTuber JSB777...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6n7j6mKlgEI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Suppose that God was truly and supremely and, above all else, the great Giver; just that, the great Giver. Just suppose that God, who devised this whole creation in the first place, knew all along that giving is really much more fun than getting. God knew that nothing in all creation can quite match the joy of seeing someone else unwrap a gift that you have chosen with your deepest and most careful love. That's what God is actually like, what God and love are really all about. So in giving us the Son, sending us the greatest gift there ever was or will be, God got such a charge, such a sheer delight out of the whole thing, that the entire creation laughed and rang with joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From "Jubilee: Readings Through the Year" from Alive Now" by J. Barrie Shepherd as published in SOUND BITES, a five-day-a-week e-mail ministry of the Rev. Dave Wilkinson, pastor of First United Methodist Church (Green Bay, Wis.).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-7874343935623339873?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7874343935623339873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=7874343935623339873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/7874343935623339873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/7874343935623339873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-4465026533938898023</id><published>2008-12-24T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T00:01:03.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The &lt;a href="http://sjpchoristers.blogspot.com/"&gt;St. John's Parish Choristers &lt;/a&gt;are learning sign language for their Christmas Eve service. Here is Silent Night, with the Choristers singing in the background as their instructor signs the carol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="226" width="275"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nyO47tFax5U"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nyO47tFax5U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="226" width="275"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-4465026533938898023?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4465026533938898023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=4465026533938898023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/4465026533938898023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/4465026533938898023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/12/silent-night.html' title='Silent Night'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-4668158432859241039</id><published>2008-12-23T10:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:13:45.617-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>A Message from a Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NRbR1uKsXw0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NRbR1uKsXw0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-4668158432859241039?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4668158432859241039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=4668158432859241039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/4668158432859241039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/4668158432859241039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/12/message-from-friend.html' title='A Message from a Friend'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-1986557550166662909</id><published>2008-12-22T09:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T09:49:54.515-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tweets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought comments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Tweet, Tweet: Comment Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SVoym0oFKhI/AAAAAAAAAP4/K1VOYik7PRw/s1600-h/comments.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 80px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SVoym0oFKhI/AAAAAAAAAP4/K1VOYik7PRw/s200/comments.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285592755215870482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This post is strictly a comment holder for Each New Morning's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thought of the Day&lt;/span&gt; tweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to add a comment about a daily tweet, please clicks comments here and include your thoughts about my thought. Be sure to reference the tweet to which you are referring so everyone knows the scoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Eddie D.'s  Each New Morning &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/EachNewMorning"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thought of the Day&lt;/span&gt; tweets here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subscribe to the Each New Morning &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/statuses/user_timeline/17900984.rss"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thought of the Day&lt;/span&gt; RSS feed&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-1986557550166662909?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1986557550166662909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=1986557550166662909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/1986557550166662909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/1986557550166662909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/12/tweet-tweet-comment-here.html' title='Tweet, Tweet: Comment Here'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SVoym0oFKhI/AAAAAAAAAP4/K1VOYik7PRw/s72-c/comments.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-7129626940269135947</id><published>2008-12-01T04:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T04:09:00.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EXCERPT: St Nicholas, Mirror of God's Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKqyPBGl_Cw/RXM9kEDKwlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_FMFXIeybY/s1600-h/stnicholas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004411300710367826" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKqyPBGl_Cw/RXM9kEDKwlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_FMFXIeybY/s320/stnicholas.jpg" border="0" height="232" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Advent is a time for repentance, a time to dismantle, to prepare the way of the Lord. It is a time when we are asked to hold a mirror up to ourselves and see if the reflection in it reveals who we are called to be. If we are unsure, let us take as our example good St. Nicholas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In whatever he did, Nicholas reflected the calling of all of us to be "other Christs." And that possibility, as Nicholas himself has shown us, is there, hidden in each of us like a Christmas surprise. It is there because God put it there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God is, after all, the giver of all good gifts, the one who can turn a baby into a savior, an obscure fourth century bishop into Santa Claus, and all of us into the saints of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rachelle Birnbaum in St. Nicholas: Mirror of God's Love, published by &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forwardmovement.org/"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forward Movement&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. Adapted from a sermon preached at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://trinitychurchboston.org/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trinity Church, Boston&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-7129626940269135947?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7129626940269135947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=7129626940269135947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/7129626940269135947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/7129626940269135947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/12/excerpt-st-nicholas-mirror-of-gods-love.html' title='EXCERPT: St Nicholas, Mirror of God&apos;s Love'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKqyPBGl_Cw/RXM9kEDKwlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R_FMFXIeybY/s72-c/stnicholas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-5016527521771568890</id><published>2008-11-23T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T06:53:49.094-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matter of Fact Monday'/><title type='text'>Matter of Fact Monday: Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>For this week's &lt;a href="http://matteroffactmonday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matter of Fact Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, here are some definitions relating to turkey, and thus to the theme of the week - Thanskgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caruncle -&lt;/strong&gt; brightly colored growths on the throat region.  Turns bright red when the turkey is upset or during courtship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gizzard -&lt;/strong&gt; a part of a bird's stomach that contains tiny stones.  It helps them grind up food for digestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snood -&lt;/strong&gt; the flap of skin that hangs over the turkey's beak.  Turns bright red when the turkey is upset or during courtship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wattle -&lt;/strong&gt; the flap of skin under the turkey's chin. Turns bright red when the turkey is upset or during courtship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Source:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.kidzone.ws/animals/turkey.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kid Zone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-5016527521771568890?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5016527521771568890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=5016527521771568890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/5016527521771568890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/5016527521771568890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/11/matter-of-fact-monday-thanksgiving.html' title='Matter of Fact Monday: Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-7651431757595863561</id><published>2008-11-17T13:55:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:18:55.131-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matter of Fact Monday'/><title type='text'>Matter of Fact Monday: Pineapples</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjeKv5-q3w/SSHCjQmogiI/AAAAAAAAAzE/qo400Ja7wOk/s1600-h/pineapple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269706950008406562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjeKv5-q3w/SSHCjQmogiI/AAAAAAAAAzE/qo400Ja7wOk/s320/pineapple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been on a pineapple kick for about a year now, ever since I found a place to get one for between $1.99 to $2.49. So my post for this week's &lt;a href="http://matteroffactmonday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matter of Fact Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; theme of FRUITS is pineapple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) We think of pineapple as naitve to Hawaii, but it is native to southern Brazil and Paraguay. It is thought that the Spanish introduced it to the Phillipines in the 16th century, and later to Hawaii and Guam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) The most popular pineapple sold in the U.S. is the Smooth Cayenne. The other three varieties sold in the America are the Red Spanish, the Sugar Loaf, and the Golden Supreme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) One cup of pineapple has about 135 calories and 33 percent of the RDA of Vitamin C. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) A pineapple is ripe if one of its top leaves can easily be pulled out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) And most interesting...under the you can try this at home category...The bromelain content (enzymes found naturally in the juice and stems) in fresh pineapple keeps gelatin from setting, so you can only use canned pineaple in Jello-O. The canning processes destroys the bromelain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sources:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crfg.org/pubs/ff/pineapple.html"&gt;California Rare Fruit Growers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.healthdiaries.com/eatthis/20-facts-about-pineapples.html"&gt;Health Diaries&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-7651431757595863561?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7651431757595863561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=7651431757595863561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/7651431757595863561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/7651431757595863561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/11/matter-of-fact-monday-pineapples.html' title='Matter of Fact Monday: Pineapples'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjeKv5-q3w/SRSIW93JZeI/AAAAAAAAAyo/viEHdc3s-9k/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjeKv5-q3w/SSHCjQmogiI/AAAAAAAAAzE/qo400Ja7wOk/s72-c/pineapple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-6878819227947347968</id><published>2008-11-09T18:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:41:03.993-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matter of Fact Monday'/><title type='text'>Matter of Fact Monday</title><content type='html'>I present a variety of little known presidential facts here to go with the &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://matteroffactmonday.blogspot.com"&gt;Matter of Fact Monday&lt;/a&gt; theme of PRESIDENTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) As sheriff of Erie County, NY, Grover Cleveland once volunteered to serve as executioner. when Jack Morrissey was sentenced to death for killing his mother in 1872, Cleveland declared that he would handle the execution of Morrissey because he couldn't in good conscience impose that duty upon another. Cleveland was elected president in 1884, despite the fact that his opponents decried him as the "Buffalo Hangman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) President John Tyler was saved by his son-in-law's singing of a military song. He paused as he ws about to climb the ladder to return to the deck of the warship Princeton to see the third firing of what was the world's largest cannon, the Peacemaker. As the gun was fired, its breech exploded, sending shards or hot iron into the crowd. Six people were killed, including Tyler's Secretary of State and US Navy Secretary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) It was President Millard Filmore who in 1852, triggered the establishment of diplomatic relations with Japan. His purpose for the securing the treaty was to open trade and secure for the U.S. a place where it's ships could obtain supplies. Filmore, the 13th president, never ran for office. He was appointed when Zachary Taylor died in office and served 30 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Source:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Greatest Presidential Stories Never Told&lt;/span&gt; by Rick Beyer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-6878819227947347968?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6878819227947347968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=6878819227947347968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/6878819227947347968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/6878819227947347968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/11/matter-of-fact-monday.html' title='Matter of Fact Monday'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjeKv5-q3w/SRSIW93JZeI/AAAAAAAAAyo/viEHdc3s-9k/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-5704908570341779499</id><published>2008-11-08T21:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:40:52.621-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Then Sings My Soul'/><title type='text'>FFH: I'll Join the Rocks</title><content type='html'>FFH was the first Christian rock group that I was able to really enjoy. Shortly after we discovered Ready to Fly, we went on a VBS mission trip and we made copies for everyone driving up to enjoy. I fell in love &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.last.fm/music/FFH/_/I%27ll+Join+the+Rocks?autostart"&gt;with this song&lt;/a&gt; off the bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has come for me&lt;br /&gt;To leave this place of complacency&lt;br /&gt;And step out across that line&lt;br /&gt;To the place where I&lt;br /&gt;Can leave all that I have behind&lt;br /&gt;And give you this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if I'm the only one to break the silence&lt;br /&gt;What if I'm the only one to crack the ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I'll join the rocks with their singing&lt;br /&gt;I'll join the ocean as it harmonizes with the shore&lt;br /&gt;I'll clap my hands with the mountains&lt;br /&gt;As all creation cries for more&lt;br /&gt;I'll never stop, if I'm the last one living&lt;br /&gt;Your song goes on and on and I must testify&lt;br /&gt;I know that I was born to worship&lt;br /&gt;So if all the singing seems to stop&lt;br /&gt;I'll join the rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ship is sailing now&lt;br /&gt;Into an ocean and I can't tell&lt;br /&gt;What's on the other side&lt;br /&gt;But I know if I don't leave&lt;br /&gt;My heart will never forgive me&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if I'm the only one to see&lt;br /&gt;there's more to this&lt;br /&gt;What if we have just begun to&lt;br /&gt;scratch the surface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.last.fm/music/FFH/_/I%27ll+Join+the+Rocks?autostart"&gt;Listen to I'll Join the Rocks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is a part of the &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://signsmiraclesandwonders.blogspot.com/2008/03/then-sings-my-soul-saturdays-inaugural.html"&gt;Then Sings My Soul Saturdays&lt;/a&gt; blog meme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-5704908570341779499?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5704908570341779499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=5704908570341779499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/5704908570341779499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/5704908570341779499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/11/ffh-ill-join-rocks.html' title='FFH: I&apos;ll Join the Rocks'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjeKv5-q3w/SRSIW93JZeI/AAAAAAAAAyo/viEHdc3s-9k/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-8668673848516807275</id><published>2008-11-07T21:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:36:25.903-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday Special'/><title type='text'>Saturday Special</title><content type='html'>1) Why are there still idiots who burn crosses on the property of those who supported president-Elect Barack Obama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Could there be a stranger weather pattern than what we're experiencing temperaturewise in the Northeast the first week of November? The heat's not even on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Today I don't mind the economic turmoil at all. $20 nearly filled my gas tank at $2.28 a gallon. That's a price we've been at least two years removed from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Going, going gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read &lt;a href="http://satspecial.blogspot.com/"&gt;more Saturday Special&lt;/a&gt; here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-8668673848516807275?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8668673848516807275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=8668673848516807275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/8668673848516807275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/8668673848516807275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/11/saturday-special.html' title='Saturday Special'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-6230184711306755771</id><published>2008-11-03T11:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:42:58.638-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matter of Fact Monday'/><title type='text'>Matter of Fact Monday: Arithmancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SQ8pyv6IJWI/AAAAAAAAAPw/SYzXN2ryxEY/s1600-h/arith_chart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264472441249867106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SQ8pyv6IJWI/AAAAAAAAAPw/SYzXN2ryxEY/s200/arith_chart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The prompt for &lt;a href="http://matteroffactmonday.blogpsot.com/"&gt;Matter of Fact Monday&lt;/a&gt; was anything to do with WITCHCRAFT. I chose Arithmancy, an ancient system of fortune-telling based on names and numbers. It is offered as an elective at Hogwarts School of &lt;strong&gt;Witchcraft &lt;/strong&gt;and Wizardry in the Harry Potter novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Arithmancy is an ancient system of fortune-telling based on names and numbers. A is 1 and Z is 8. The name PETER, for example, would add up to a numeric total of 27 [P(7) e(5) t(2) e(5) r(9) ].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) For make predictions, the final result must be less 9 or less. So in the case of Peter, which adds up to 27, add those two digits together to get 9 (2+7). If you add the two digits of a numerical name value and still get more than 9, then add them together again. For instance, a 58 yields a 13, which yields a 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The total of &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;all the letters&lt;/span&gt; in a name gives a person's &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;character number&lt;/span&gt;, or the general personality type of an individual. By adding the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;value of just the vowels&lt;/span&gt; in Peter, you would get 10, or 1, which is a person's &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;heart number&lt;/span&gt;, which represents the individual's inner life and can indicate desires and fears hidden from others. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Adding just the consonants&lt;/span&gt; would produce the number 18, or 9, which is a person's &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;social number&lt;/span&gt;, the way they are perceived by the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK...so here is what EDDIE D [5+4+4+9+5+4=31 (4)] yields:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Character 4 =&lt;/span&gt; Like a table that rests solidly on four legs, four indicates stability and firmness. Fours enjoy hard work. They are practical, reliable and down to earth; they prefer logic and reason to flights of fancy. They are good at organization and getting things done. Like the cycle of the four seasons, they are also predictable. They can be stubborn, suspicious, overly practical and prone to angry outbursts. The conflicts possible in "two" are doubled in four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Heart 1 =&lt;/span&gt; This is the number of the individual, the solitary unit. Ones are independent, focused, and determined. They set a goal and stick to it. They are leaders and inventors. Ones find it difficult to work with others and don't like to take orders. They can be self-centered, egotistical, and domineering. They are often loners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Social 3 =&lt;/span&gt; Three represents the idea of completeness or wholeness, as in the threesomes past-present-future and mind-body-spirit. Three indicates talent, energy, an artistic nature, humor, and social ease. Threes are often lucky, easygoing, and highly successful, but they can also be unfocused, easily offended, and superficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find out where you are &lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.sorcererscompanion.net/arithmancy.html"&gt;here, the source of this fact post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-6230184711306755771?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6230184711306755771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=6230184711306755771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/6230184711306755771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/6230184711306755771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/11/matter-of-fact-monday-arithmancy.html' title='Matter of Fact Monday: Arithmancy'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SQ8pyv6IJWI/AAAAAAAAAPw/SYzXN2ryxEY/s72-c/arith_chart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-7736077364686144573</id><published>2008-10-26T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:44:00.904-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matter of Fact Monday'/><title type='text'>Matter of Fact Monday: SKY</title><content type='html'>A co-worker of mine is heavily into skydiving, so my post for this week's &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://matteroffactmonday.blogspot.com"&gt;Matter of Fact Monday&lt;/a&gt; theme of SKY is about the parachute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. André Garnerin, on Oct. 22 of 1797, gave the first public demonstrations of the parachute. He was the first person to use theme regularly and successfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Garnerin, who leapt from a hot-air balloon just over a half-mile up, did not include an air vent at the top of his parachute, so he oscillated wildly in his descent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The intent behind the invention: It was originally designed to enable people to escape from the early balloons during an emergency and to land safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOURCE:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.reference.com"&gt;Reference.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-7736077364686144573?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7736077364686144573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=7736077364686144573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/7736077364686144573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/7736077364686144573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/matter-of-fact-monday-sky.html' title='Matter of Fact Monday: SKY'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-7282163246443398189</id><published>2008-10-25T09:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:29:36.375-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday Special'/><title type='text'>Saturday Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Believe in ghosts, spirits, or the supernatural?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course...the unexplained orbs in photographs, the faces in the trees and on the tombstones in photos of old cemeteries, the unexplained feelings of a presence nearby in times of trouble, visits in dreams, the whisper in the wind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Ever had a supernatural experience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Certainly. All of the above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Favorite horror film?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't stand horror films. They're not worth my time. There are too many "good" movies to be watched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Finish this line: Silently I walk in the moonless night..&lt;/span&gt;. carefully measuring each step. Tonight was not the night to get tripped up. How would I explain how dirty I was when I got home. They wouldn't understand why I was out this late on a school night. And they certainly wouldn't see how important it was to take care of The Thing. They don't believe in this kind of stuff. Nobody in town believes it, either. Jamie and I would just have to save Anytown ourselves...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;While we're at it...your turn. What happens next in number four? Follow the comment trail...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://satspecial.blogspot.com/"&gt;More Saturday Special here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-7282163246443398189?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7282163246443398189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=7282163246443398189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/7282163246443398189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/7282163246443398189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/saturday-special.html' title='Saturday Special'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-2154831087798393026</id><published>2008-10-24T20:27:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T09:46:15.309-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simply Snickers'/><title type='text'>Simply Snickers: Shel Silverstein style</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SQNJ0Gi4HiI/AAAAAAAAAPo/CAOdpX2pp9k/s200/toast.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261129949157793314" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The prompt for &lt;a href="http://simplysniclers.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simply Snickers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this week is: toast, touch, tempted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unfair Toast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh woe, woe is me&lt;br /&gt;Is that there &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;toast&lt;/span&gt; I see?&lt;br /&gt;I've had breakfast already&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't, should I teddy?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I am so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tempted&lt;/span&gt; so&lt;br /&gt;Can I really just say no?&lt;br /&gt;Wait, there's a sign there&lt;br /&gt;Oh now is that really fair?&lt;br /&gt;It reads, "Display Only. &lt;div&gt;                                    Do Not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Touch&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-2154831087798393026?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2154831087798393026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=2154831087798393026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/2154831087798393026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/2154831087798393026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/simply-snickersshel-silverstein-style.html' title='Simply Snickers: Shel Silverstein style'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SQNJ0Gi4HiI/AAAAAAAAAPo/CAOdpX2pp9k/s72-c/toast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-6108895429716095610</id><published>2008-10-19T19:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:37:39.145-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matter of Fact Monday'/><title type='text'>Matter of Fact Monday: BASEBALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SPvEsg8OF6I/AAAAAAAAAPg/xnkP3e-5rHA/s1600-h/baseball_firstbase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SPvEsg8OF6I/AAAAAAAAAPg/xnkP3e-5rHA/s200/baseball_firstbase.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259013258920990626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week's prompt for &lt;a href="http://matteroffactmonday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matter of Fact Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was baseball, and my facts are about the National Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, NY, which is visited by more than 350,000 people a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Following the discovery of the Doubleday baseball philanthropist Stephen C. Clark, purchased the ball $5 with the idea of displaying the ball aqnd other artifiacts. With the assistance of Alexander Cleveland, the two garnered support for the establishment of a national baseball museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. With the cooperation of the Baseball Writers' Association of America, the first class of former players was chosen to be honored. They were Ty Cobb, Babe Ruth, Honus Wagner, Christy Mathewson, and Walter Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Baseball Hall of Fame officially opened its doors on June 12, 1939. Of the 25 greats who had been elected to the Hall by then, 11 were still living. All of them attended the event, which took place as a part of the 100th anniversary celebration of baseball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOURCE:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.baseballhalloffame.org/"&gt;National Baseball Hall of Fame&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-6108895429716095610?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6108895429716095610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=6108895429716095610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/6108895429716095610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/6108895429716095610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/matter-of-fact-monday-baseball.html' title='Matter of Fact Monday: BASEBALL'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SPvEsg8OF6I/AAAAAAAAAPg/xnkP3e-5rHA/s72-c/baseball_firstbase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-7852581705740264483</id><published>2008-10-15T06:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T06:47:17.686-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Who Should You Vote For?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know who you will vote for in the November election? Is that candidate the best match for your concerns?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may think you know the answer to those two questions. But whetehre you do or don't, please consider visiting &lt;a href="http://www.glassbooth.org/"&gt;Glass Booth.&lt;/a&gt; Here you can rank your concerns, answer a few questions, and find out if you're voting for the person who best matches what your concerns are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It won't take long. It'll be worth it, and you may be surprised. That's &lt;a href="http://www.glassbooth.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Glass Booth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. This election is too important not to visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-7852581705740264483?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7852581705740264483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=7852581705740264483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/7852581705740264483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/7852581705740264483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/who-should-you-vote-for.html' title='Who Should You Vote For?'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-6671758762303470976</id><published>2008-10-12T14:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T14:53:40.766-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matter of Fact Monday'/><title type='text'>Matter of Fact Monday: Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facts about Columbus Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is generally accepted that Christopher Columbus was the first European to have discovered the New World of the Americas. Some researchers and proponents of other explorers, though, attribute the first sightings to the early Scandinavian Vikings or the voyages of Irish missionaries, which predate the Columbus visit in 1492.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although America was named for Italian explorer  Amerigo Vespucci, events honoring Christopher Columbus have been held in the U.S. since 1792. New York honored him with a statue then, and another in 1892.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Out of pride for its native son, the Italian population of New York City organized the first celebration of the discovery of America on October 12, 1866.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In 1869, when Italians in San Francisco celebrated October 12, they called it Columbus Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In 1905, Colorado became the first state to observe a Columbus Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In 1937, President Franklin Roosevelt proclaimed every October 12 as Columbus Day. Since 1971, it has been celebrated on the second Monday in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Source: &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://stockholm.usembassy.gov/Holidays/celebrate/Columbus.html"&gt;US Embassy, Stockholm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://matteroffactmonday.blogspot.com"&gt;More Matter of Fact Monday here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-6671758762303470976?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6671758762303470976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=6671758762303470976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/6671758762303470976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/6671758762303470976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/matter-of-fact-monday-holidays.html' title='Matter of Fact Monday: Holidays'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-8847086974769563543</id><published>2008-10-11T13:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T14:52:31.360-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simply Snickers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Simply Snickers: SweetSwinger</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://simplysnickers.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simply Snickers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; prompts this week were swing, sweet , swim and, swell. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a sweet little lass&lt;br /&gt;Who ne'er could resist a swing.&lt;br /&gt;She'd jump right on&lt;br /&gt;And smile, laugh, and sing&lt;br /&gt;of life and love&lt;br /&gt;and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On brutally hot summer days,&lt;br /&gt;This lass loved to swing and swim.&lt;br /&gt;She'd grab the rope&lt;br /&gt;On narry a whim,&lt;br /&gt;Glide o'er the creek&lt;br /&gt;Humming a hymn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day though she sailed too far&lt;br /&gt;And fell in mud when she let go.&lt;br /&gt;She was covered&lt;br /&gt;In brown head to toe&lt;br /&gt;And one would think&lt;br /&gt;That quite the blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the mud could cake on&lt;br /&gt;She ran that sweet little lass&lt;br /&gt;To a swell big field&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To roll in the grass&lt;br /&gt;And clean right off&lt;br /&gt;Her little ol' ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-8847086974769563543?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8847086974769563543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=8847086974769563543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/8847086974769563543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/8847086974769563543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/simply-snickers-sweetswinger.html' title='Simply Snickers: SweetSwinger'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NqjeKv5-q3w/SIN3eaYdGyI/AAAAAAAAAhU/I6yWt19b_DY/S220/ed100-smallest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-7729225850754704010</id><published>2008-10-10T18:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T18:00:00.524-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday Special'/><title type='text'>Saturday Special: Autumn Favorites</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Activity?&lt;/span&gt; Raking leaves! If you buy that, there's a nice bridge not too far away I'd like to sell you. Seriously, visiting an orchard to participate in activities that will lead to #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Meal?&lt;/span&gt; Anything apples - freshly picked apples, apple donuts, apple pie (homemade), apple sauce (homemade). This time of year just feels right for all that stuff. And then, of course, we have the whole Thanksgiving scene. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drink?&lt;/span&gt; To match #2, apple cider. What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weather?&lt;/span&gt; Sunny, with a little bit of a bite in the air, but a bite that can be overcome by jeans, a heavyweight sweatshirt, and a ball cap. A light wind is OK, just enough to keep it just right in the sun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-7729225850754704010?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7729225850754704010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=7729225850754704010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/7729225850754704010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/7729225850754704010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/saturday-special-autumn-favorites.html' title='Saturday Special: Autumn Favorites'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-508770989388881074</id><published>2008-10-09T13:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T13:11:59.374-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matter of Fact Monday'/><title type='text'>A New Meme: Matter of Fact Monday</title><content type='html'>There's a new meme out there that's a little different from most of what you'll find on the Web. It's not questions and answers or fill in the blanks, like so many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://matteroffactmonday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Matter of Fact Monday&lt;/a&gt;. The goal of the meme is for each of us to learn something new through  the information posted by our fellow bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's how it works:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Visit Matter of Fact Monday to find the theme, always posted the Thursday  before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Post 3 to 5 facts on your blog about any subject in any way related to  that theme. Be sure to note your source for those who'd like further  reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) On the Sunday Mr. Linky post, up by 6 p.m. EST (US), leave your link  noting your participating entry for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Visit your fellow participants over the next few days and offer your  comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trying to get this started up. I hope you join in what could be a really interesting evening of blogging. Play for a couple of weeks. If you like what you see, please spread the word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-508770989388881074?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/508770989388881074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=508770989388881074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/508770989388881074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/508770989388881074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-meme-matter-of-fact-monday.html' title='A New Meme: Matter of Fact Monday'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-5954714158838474935</id><published>2008-10-06T21:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:22:15.703-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connecticut'/><title type='text'>Downtown Draw, Waterbury</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/upE6CPOpXGs3GR0EKnEuaA?authkey=d362vfQDetU"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/ctguy20/SOqzd3gTR_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/nMkvpKgYrfE/s400/IMG_4136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each fall, artists gather on the Waterbury green to  do sidewalk chalk drawings of a particular theme during the Downtown Draw. It's a great event, sponsored by Main Street Waterbury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's theme was matched to The Big Read, which features &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fahrenheit 451&lt;/span&gt;, or any other book. The image above was designed by my daughter and her friend. Below are two selections by the art classes from the Waterbury schools. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1NbIbuSRVe7KGy92cEcr9w?authkey=d362vfQDetU"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/ctguy20/SOqxFMDghxI/AAAAAAAAAM4/6A0AHm2VT0U/s400/IMG_4128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-gF_SPAwrWiPhMXakux_ig?authkey=d362vfQDetU"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/ctguy20/SOqvl4raQnI/AAAAAAAAAMM/BWYx9ROvY04/s400/IMG_4122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-5954714158838474935?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5954714158838474935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=5954714158838474935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/5954714158838474935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/5954714158838474935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/downtown-draw-waterbury.html' title='Downtown Draw, Waterbury'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/ctguy20/SOqzd3gTR_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/nMkvpKgYrfE/s72-c/IMG_4136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-3582310101474408362</id><published>2008-10-04T16:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T16:16:25.347-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simply Snickers'/><title type='text'>Simply Snickers: A Cowboy Limerick</title><content type='html'>The prompts this weekend were clutter, climate, and cloud.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a cowboy who hated his bunkhouse&lt;br /&gt;All the dirt and the clutter he did not espouse.&lt;br /&gt;Finally one day he rode off in a cloud&lt;br /&gt;To a different climate far from that crowd.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplysnickers.blogspot.com/"&gt;More Simply Snickers here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-3582310101474408362?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3582310101474408362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=3582310101474408362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/3582310101474408362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/3582310101474408362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/simply-snickers.html' title='Simply Snickers: A Cowboy Limerick'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-3311882678371064914</id><published>2008-10-03T23:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T16:10:47.093-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday Special'/><title type='text'>Saturday Special: It's That Time Again</title><content type='html'>1. It's 10 am Sunday and I'm usually in church listening to my daughter sing at this time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It's 3 pm Monday and I'm usually tired of work and ready to head the heck home at this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It's 7 pm Wednesday and I'm usually ready for a nap at this time so I can be ready to do some blogging after my daughter goes to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It's midnight Friday and I'm usually asleep at this time, having dosed with the TV on. (There's not much partying going on here...BORING).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://satspecial.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More Saturday Special here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-3311882678371064914?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3311882678371064914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=3311882678371064914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/3311882678371064914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/3311882678371064914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/saturday-special-its-that-time-again.html' title='Saturday Special: It&apos;s That Time Again'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-4614759494042149788</id><published>2008-10-03T09:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:46:01.141-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>We Have Two Lives</title><content type='html'>Glenn Close (Iris) and Robert Redford (Roy Hobbs) have this conversation toward the end of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Natural&lt;/span&gt;, while Roy is in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iris Gaines: You know, I believe we have two lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy Hobbs: How... what do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iris Gaines: The life we learn with and the life we live with after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-4614759494042149788?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4614759494042149788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=4614759494042149788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/4614759494042149788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/4614759494042149788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-have-two-lives.html' title='We Have Two Lives'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-9087649732118657301</id><published>2008-10-02T09:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:41:00.735-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Treat from an E-mail Message</title><content type='html'>This photo went around my circle a few weeks ago. I just love it. It was my father-in-law who sent it my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SNOsbOorpZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xL9NexFcIvI/s1600-h/livesoldierstatue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SNOsbOorpZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xL9NexFcIvI/s400/livesoldierstatue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247727574601934226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-9087649732118657301?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/9087649732118657301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=9087649732118657301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/9087649732118657301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/9087649732118657301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/treat-from-e-mail-message.html' title='Treat from an E-mail Message'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SNOsbOorpZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xL9NexFcIvI/s72-c/livesoldierstatue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-9194888926832775252</id><published>2008-10-01T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:27:00.761-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The Country by Billy Collins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wondered about you&lt;br /&gt;when you told me never to leave&lt;br /&gt;a box of wooden, strike-anywhere matches&lt;br /&gt;lying around the house because the mice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might get into them and start a fire.&lt;br /&gt;But your face was absolutely straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you twisted the lid down on the round tin&lt;br /&gt;where the matches, you said, are always stowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could sleep that night?&lt;br /&gt;Who could whisk away the thought&lt;br /&gt;of the one unlikely mouse&lt;br /&gt;padding along a cold water pipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;behind the floral wallpaper&lt;br /&gt;gripping a single wooden match&lt;br /&gt;between the needles of his teeth?&lt;br /&gt;Who could not see him rounding a corner,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blue tip scratching against a rough-hewn beam,&lt;br /&gt;the sudden flare, and the creature&lt;br /&gt;for one bright, shining moment&lt;br /&gt;suddenly thrust ahead of his time -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now a fire-starter, now a torchbearer&lt;br /&gt;in a forgotten ritual, little brown druid&lt;br /&gt;illuminating some ancient night.&lt;br /&gt;Who could fail to notice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lit up in the blazing insulation,&lt;br /&gt;the tiny looks of wonderment on the faces&lt;br /&gt;of his fellow mice, onetime inhabitants&lt;br /&gt;of what once was your house in the country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-9194888926832775252?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/9194888926832775252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=9194888926832775252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/9194888926832775252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/9194888926832775252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/country-by-billy-collins.html' title='The Country by Billy Collins'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-3443182499097847101</id><published>2008-09-30T06:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T06:04:00.346-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Attracted by the Light?</title><content type='html'>Deep in the backwoods country, a hillbilly's wife went into labor and a doctor was called out to assist in the delivery. Since there was no electricity in the house, the doctor handed the&lt;br /&gt;father-to-be a lantern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hold this high so I can see what I am doing," the doctor said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, a baby boy was brought into the world. Then... "Whoa there," said the doctor, "Don't be in such a rush to put that lantern down. I think there's another one coming!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, within minutes, the doctor delivered a baby girl. And twice more after her, the doctor had to tell the hillbilly not to put the lantern down because more babies were about to be born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the arrival of the fourth baby, the bewildered hillbilly asked the doctor: "'You reckon it might be the light that's attractin' 'em?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-3443182499097847101?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3443182499097847101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=3443182499097847101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/3443182499097847101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/3443182499097847101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/09/attracted-by-light.html' title='Attracted by the Light?'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-8973409260634414313</id><published>2008-09-29T07:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T07:42:00.773-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Mary Oliver's The Fist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This Mary Oliver poem from her book, &lt;em&gt;Thirst&lt;/em&gt;, was published in the Autumn 2006 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harvard Divinity Bulletin&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the sun goes down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like a fist,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though of course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you see anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the heavens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you had better get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;your eyes checked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or, better, still,&lt;/div&gt;your diminished spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The heavens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;have no fist,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or wouldn't they have been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shaking it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for a thousand years now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and even&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;longer than that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the dull, brutish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ways of mankind -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;heaven's own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;creation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead: such patience!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such willingness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to let us continue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To hear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;little by little,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the voices -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;only, so far, in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pockets of the world -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suggesting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the possibilities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;of peace?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behold, how the fist opens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with invitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-8973409260634414313?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8973409260634414313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=8973409260634414313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/8973409260634414313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/8973409260634414313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/09/mary-olivers-fist.html' title='Mary Oliver&apos;s The Fist'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-4151758835616193158</id><published>2008-09-27T15:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T15:48:08.866-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simply Snickers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='original poetry'/><title type='text'>Simply Snickers: A Civil War Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SN6LnSABZAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/fii_RgipYOA/s1600-h/civilwar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SN6LnSABZAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/fii_RgipYOA/s200/civilwar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250787722523665410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Simply Snickers prompt for the week was wait, war, water, write (or right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, I promise I'll write&lt;br /&gt;Every day that I can&lt;br /&gt;I'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;You'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mama, it's no fun this war.&lt;br /&gt;I seen guys wounded and&lt;br /&gt;yellin' what for&lt;br /&gt;Cause it hurts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mama, they were firin' mortars&lt;br /&gt;And had us pinned down good&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't get water&lt;br /&gt;without gettin' shot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mama, just can't hardly wait&lt;br /&gt;to be comin' on home&lt;br /&gt;I tempted fate&lt;br /&gt;And oh Lord, I lived.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mama, my time's up&lt;br /&gt;And very, very soon&lt;br /&gt;We'll have sup&lt;br /&gt;All together agin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-4151758835616193158?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4151758835616193158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=4151758835616193158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/4151758835616193158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/4151758835616193158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/09/simply-snickers-civil-war-poem.html' title='Simply Snickers: A Civil War Poem'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SN6LnSABZAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/fii_RgipYOA/s72-c/civilwar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-2637826633259655914</id><published>2008-09-27T05:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T05:38:00.311-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers'/><title type='text'>A Lovely Prayer by St. Theresa</title><content type='html'>May today there be peace within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you be content knowing you are a child of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this presence settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love. It is there for each and every one of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-2637826633259655914?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2637826633259655914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=2637826633259655914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/2637826633259655914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/2637826633259655914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/09/lovely-prayer-by-st-theresa.html' title='A Lovely Prayer by St. Theresa'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-6357147927622758717</id><published>2008-09-25T06:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T06:57:00.843-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><title type='text'>10 Commandments of Sports</title><content type='html'>Years and years ago, when writing a college paper on Malamud, baseball and society, I came across&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Ten Commandments of Sports&lt;/span&gt; in a book I was using for research. Later, I wrote about what I had discovered in a newspaper column. Unfortunately, I can't find either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As my second season of officiating high school soccer is just underway, I wanted to post those commandments. Here is my version of what I remembered and pieced together over the past week. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 10 Commandments of Sports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put forth your best effort at all times; do nothing to diminish the integrity of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Always abide by the rules of the game in letter and in spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Never take the ability of an opponent - individual or team - for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Remember, the game is the thing; it is a privilege to participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Honor and respect the judgment of the game's officials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Thou shalt not place winning ahead of all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Thou shalt not take any unfair advantage over any opponent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Thou shalt not taunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Thou shalt practice sportsmanship in all situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Thou shalt not gloat; display modesty in victory and graciousness in defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please share these if you wish, and credit Eddie D. at Each New Morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-6357147927622758717?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6357147927622758717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=6357147927622758717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/6357147927622758717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/6357147927622758717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/years-and-years-ago-when-writing.html' title='10 Commandments of Sports'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-5872321217427585946</id><published>2008-09-24T13:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T13:23:50.702-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lens Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>LENS DAY: A Sand Crab on the Beach of Topsail Island, NC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SNvJBJCEpQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1W4l3ivzWhY/s1600-h/crab-out-front2-080208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SNvJBJCEpQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1W4l3ivzWhY/s400/crab-out-front2-080208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250010812072109314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-5872321217427585946?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5872321217427585946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=5872321217427585946' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/5872321217427585946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/5872321217427585946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/09/lens-day-sand-crab-on-beach-of-topsail.html' title='LENS DAY: A Sand Crab on the Beach of Topsail Island, NC'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SNvJBJCEpQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1W4l3ivzWhY/s72-c/crab-out-front2-080208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-7361793191987051678</id><published>2008-09-22T06:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T06:36:50.863-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>About Forgiveness: The Sunflower 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've finished the first part of The Sunflower: On the Possibilities and Limits of Forgiveness, and I've been meditating on the following two conversations recorded by concentration camp prisoner Simon Wiesenthal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiesenthal always wondered if he did right after he was pulled off a work detail to be with a young German SS man who wanted to confess misdeeds he had done toward Jewish people during World War II. In talking with fellow prisoners about what he witnessed, this is what he heard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Jewish perspective, Josek had this to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I feared at first, that you had really forgiven him. You would have had no right to do this in the name of people who had not authorized you to do so. What people have done to you yourself you can, if you like, forgive and forget. That is your own affair. But it would have been a terrible sin to burdn your consciecne with other people's sufferings. ... [N]ow you don't know whether it was right or wrong. But believe me, it was right. You have suffered nothing because of him, and it follows that what he as done to other people you are in no position to forgive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time later, a Polish fellow, Bolek, who was studying to become a priest before being imprisoned said that Weisenthal really didn't need to absolve the young German.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolek: "One thing is certain: you can only forgive a wrong that has been done to yourself....Yet on the other hand: Whom had the SS man to turn to? None of those he had wronged were still alive. ... So this Lemberg fellow showed signs of repentance, genuine, sincere repentance for his deeds-that at least is how you described it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," I answered. "I am still convinced of that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then," Bolek proclaimed solemnly, "Then he deserved the mercy of forgiveness. ... In our religion, repentance is the most important element in seeking forgiveness...And he certainly repented."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many essays to follow, and I'll be looking to see how these questions are answered:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who has the right to forgive?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can you forgive without intent to forgive?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can you forgive in the name of those who can't?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who has the right to expect forgiveness?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can you receive forgiveness without exactly asking for it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is confessing a wrong to another enough to earn forgiveness?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-7361793191987051678?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7361793191987051678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=7361793191987051678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/7361793191987051678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/7361793191987051678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/09/about-forgiveness-sunflower-1.html' title='About Forgiveness: The Sunflower 1'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-6840259933842956581</id><published>2008-09-21T00:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T08:48:24.354-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simply Snickers'/><title type='text'>Simply Snickers: A Limerick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The prompt this week included plead, poor, and point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There once was a man who had no money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poor&lt;/span&gt; and didn't find it funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the gods he did &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;plead&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;point&lt;/span&gt; of his need,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he was sick and granted just a bunny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplysnickers.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More Simply Snickers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-6840259933842956581?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6840259933842956581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=6840259933842956581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/6840259933842956581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/6840259933842956581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/09/simply-snickers-limerick.html' title='Simply Snickers: A Limerick'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-3817401740504561954</id><published>2008-09-20T00:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T08:49:51.480-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday Special'/><title type='text'>Saturday Special: Fill Ins</title><content type='html'>I was in a music frame of mind tonight. These lyrics popped right into my head upon seeing the prompts (in bold).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Yesterday,&lt;/span&gt; love was such as easy game to play, now I need a place to hide away. Oh I believe in yesterday... (Beatles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Giving&lt;/span&gt; it all up for love, up for love, up for love, ove ove... (Huey Lewis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When I see you smile, I can face the world oh oh you know I can do anything... (Bad English)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Never&lt;/span&gt; say goodbye, never say goodbye, you and me and my old friends, hoping it would never end ... (Bon Jovi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://satspecial.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More Saturday Special...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-3817401740504561954?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3817401740504561954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=3817401740504561954' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/3817401740504561954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/3817401740504561954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/09/saturday-special-fill-ins.html' title='Saturday Special: Fill Ins'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-6873990953396383940</id><published>2008-09-19T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T11:29:01.512-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Breakfast Order</title><content type='html'>From my father-in-law:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trucker came into a truck stop cafe and placed his order. "I want three flat tires, a pair of headlights and a pair of running boards."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brand new waitress, not wanting to appear stupid, went to the kitchen and said to the cook, "This guy out there just ordered three flat tires, a pair of headlights and a pair of running boards.  What does he think this place is, an auto parts store?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," the cook said. "Three flat tires mean three pancakes, a pair of headlights is two eggs sunny side up, and running boards are two slices of crisp bacon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, OK!" said the waitress. Then she spooned up a bowl of beans and gave it to the truck driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are the beans for honey?" he asked.   She replied, "I thought while you were waiting for the flat tires, headlights, and running boards, you might as well gas up!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-6873990953396383940?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6873990953396383940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=6873990953396383940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/6873990953396383940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/6873990953396383940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/09/breakfast-order.html' title='Breakfast Order'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-775042752631432943</id><published>2008-09-18T06:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T06:53:44.199-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Some Word Fun</title><content type='html'>1. The roundest knight at King Arthur's round table was Sir Cumference. He acquired his size from too much pi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I thought I saw an eye doctor on an Alaskan island, but it turned out to be an optical Aleutian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The butcher backed into the meat grinder and got a little behind in his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. No matter how much you push the envelope, it'll still be stationery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A dog gave birth to puppies near the road and was cited for littering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A sign on the lawn at a drug rehab center said: 'Keep off the Grass.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A small boy swallowed some coins and was taken to a hospital. When his grandmother telephoned to ask how he was, a nurse said, 'No change yet.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A chicken crossing the road is poultry in motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A man who survived mustard gas and pepper spray is now a seasoned veteran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't join dangerous cults: Practice safe sects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-775042752631432943?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/775042752631432943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=775042752631432943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/775042752631432943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/775042752631432943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-word-fun.html' title='Some Word Fun'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NqjeKv5-q3w/SIN3eaYdGyI/AAAAAAAAAhU/I6yWt19b_DY/S220/ed100-smallest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-5626467185748833670</id><published>2008-09-17T20:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:24:33.255-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lens Day'/><title type='text'>Lens Day: BLUE Sky in Downtown Providence</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GQJxtDLAFu2S6Re5PmmMPQ?authkey=ptCiIcNV62E"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/ctguy20/SNGe-PmgVkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/h0gnugSCH5c/s400/PICT1454.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-5626467185748833670?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5626467185748833670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=5626467185748833670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/5626467185748833670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/5626467185748833670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/09/lens-day-blue-sky-in-downtown.html' title='Lens Day: BLUE Sky in Downtown Providence'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/ctguy20/SNGe-PmgVkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/h0gnugSCH5c/s72-c/PICT1454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-6257676678844409915</id><published>2008-09-16T07:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:08:41.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindness from Strangers 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SM-1sOnRPKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dJmWESEx7BU/s1600-h/PICT1365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246611862351592610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="141" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SM-1sOnRPKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dJmWESEx7BU/s200/PICT1365.JPG" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made my way back to the railroad tracks yesterday with a box of bagels, muffins, and danishes left over from the conference breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman who had helped me through the fence to the tracks on Sunday watched me coming. As I neared the place where she lived, she came over and said hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I brought you some food. Is that OK?" I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll take anything we can get," she answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK, well, here you go. Thanks for showing me the way in yesterday," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're welcome," she said. "Anytime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I smiled, flipped a small wave, and headed back to my room.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ADDENDUM: The hostess who packed the first box also packed another without me asking for us to drop off on our way home Tuesday. What a wonderful world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-6257676678844409915?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6257676678844409915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=6257676678844409915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/6257676678844409915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/6257676678844409915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/09/kindness-from-strangers-2.html' title='Kindness from Strangers 2'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SM-1sOnRPKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dJmWESEx7BU/s72-c/PICT1365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-2567308668488928795</id><published>2008-09-15T07:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:31:59.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindness from Strangers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SM-y7HY7hmI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RESZTuZ9h6A/s1600-h/PICT1313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246608819575555682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SM-y7HY7hmI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RESZTuZ9h6A/s200/PICT1313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I can't tell you their names. I can't remember what they were wearing or what they looked like. But I can tell you that if I see them again, I will know who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two kind people I met yesterday took me on a little trek. I had asked them, as we were about to pass on the street, if they knew how I could get to the railroad tracks to take some graffiti photographs. I had gotten close, I told them, but I stopped because of a posted sign warning of electric fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No it is not electric. Follow us," they said. "Thanks for your help," I answered. "I asked a couple of other people, but they couldn't tell me. I guess you have to know who to ask."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you asked the right people; you asked two homeless people and that's where we live," said the woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leaped over a short fence, then stepped lightly around a large puddle caused by the day's rain. She had walked briskly to that point, but slowed down to tell me just where to step so I wouldn't get my sneakers wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We passed though another fence and they showed me where they lived. Then they showed me some graffiti along the tracks.  As they settled in by the corner of two bridge overpass supports, I walked on, snapped a few more shots, and headed out. They waved as I left and I waved back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, the magic of the moment was: Two strangers pass a third. The two offer to help the third. We were all just people. And we created a moment like no other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-2567308668488928795?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2567308668488928795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=2567308668488928795' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/2567308668488928795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/2567308668488928795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/09/kindness-from-strangers.html' title='Kindness from Strangers'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SM-y7HY7hmI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RESZTuZ9h6A/s72-c/PICT1313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-2131086622992333941</id><published>2008-09-14T08:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T08:36:00.988-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Rain by Shel Silverstein</title><content type='html'>I opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And looked up at the rain,&lt;br /&gt;And it dripped in my head&lt;br /&gt;And flowed into my brain,&lt;br /&gt;And all that I hear as I lie in my bed&lt;br /&gt;Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I step very softly,&lt;br /&gt;I walk very slow,&lt;br /&gt;I can't do a handstand--&lt;br /&gt;I might overflow,&lt;br /&gt;So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-2131086622992333941?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2131086622992333941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=2131086622992333941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/2131086622992333941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/2131086622992333941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/09/rain-by-shel-silverstein.html' title='Rain by Shel Silverstein'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-3522615608842672777</id><published>2008-09-13T21:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:44:25.663-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Steven Covey: The Main Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;The main thing is to keep the main thing the main thing, (Steven Covey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Covey makes it pretty simple for us, doesn't he. Here's my version...Know what's important and keep it important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-3522615608842672777?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3522615608842672777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=3522615608842672777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/3522615608842672777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/3522615608842672777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/09/steven-covey-main-thing.html' title='Steven Covey: The Main Thing'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-2303593935933842137</id><published>2008-09-12T10:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T10:22:00.313-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Cheers</title><content type='html'>Cheerfulness is the best promoter of health and is as friendly to the mind as to the body.&lt;br /&gt;(Joseph Addison)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-2303593935933842137?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2303593935933842137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=2303593935933842137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/2303593935933842137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/2303593935933842137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/09/cheers.html' title='Cheers'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-5901479060292958191</id><published>2008-09-11T22:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:09:00.847-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Krista Tippett in Speaking of Faith</title><content type='html'>Kindness - an every day by-product of all the great virtues - is at once the simplest and most weighty discipline human beings can practice. But it is the stuff of moments. It cannot be captured in declarative sentences or conveyed by factual account. It can only be found by looking attentively at ordinary, unsung, endlessly redemptive experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-5901479060292958191?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5901479060292958191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=5901479060292958191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/5901479060292958191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/5901479060292958191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/09/krista-tippett-in-speaking-of-faith.html' title='Krista Tippett in Speaking of Faith'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-2315246233896749930</id><published>2008-09-08T10:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T10:33:12.824-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>In My Dreams</title><content type='html'>I haven't been sleeping well lately, and consequently, I don't have very many dreams that I wake up remembering. Last night, though, was different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed of love, laughter, tenderness, and a beautiful relationship, one I sorely miss and would give anything to regain. As a result of the dream, this REO Speedwagon song popped into my head. These words came to me as if I had just listened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h54S9B8lSvk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h54S9B8lSvk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time some time ago&lt;br /&gt;When every sunrise meant a sunny day, oh a sunny day&lt;br /&gt;But now when the morning light shines in&lt;br /&gt;It only disturbs the dreamland where I lay, oh where I lay&lt;br /&gt;I used to thank the lord when I'd wake&lt;br /&gt;For life and love and the golden sky above me&lt;br /&gt;But now I pray the stars will go on shinin', you see in my dreams you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daybreak is a joyful time&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to the songbird harmonies, oh the harmonies&lt;br /&gt;But I wish the dawn would never come&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was silence in the trees, oh the trees&lt;br /&gt;If only I could stay asleep, at least I could pretend youre thinkin' of me&lt;br /&gt;Cause nighttime is the one time I am happy, you see in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;We climb and climb and at the top we fly&lt;br /&gt;Let the world go on below us, we are lost in time&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know really what it means&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that you love me, in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep hopin' one day I'll awaken, and somehow she'll be lying by my side&lt;br /&gt;And as I wonder if the dawn is really breakin'&lt;br /&gt;She touches me and suddenly I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus repeats 2x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-2315246233896749930?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2315246233896749930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=2315246233896749930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/2315246233896749930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/2315246233896749930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-my-dreams.html' title='In My Dreams'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-5021718449302156114</id><published>2008-09-04T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:02:07.866-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Billy Collins: The Lanyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The other day I was ricocheting slowly&lt;br /&gt;        off the blue walls of this room,&lt;br /&gt;        moving as if underwater from typewriter to piano,&lt;br /&gt;        from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;        when I found myself in the L section of the dictionary&lt;br /&gt;        where my eyes fell upon the word &lt;i&gt;lanyard&lt;/i&gt;.          &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No cookie nibbled by a French novelist&lt;br /&gt;        could send one into the past more suddenly—&lt;br /&gt;        a past where I sat at a workbench at a camp&lt;br /&gt;        by a deep Adirondack lake&lt;br /&gt;        learning how to braid long thin plastic strips&lt;br /&gt;        into a lanyard, a gift for my mother.&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;I had never seen anyone use a lanyard&lt;br /&gt;        or wear one, if that’s what you did with them,&lt;br /&gt;        but that did not keep me from crossing&lt;br /&gt;        strand over strand again and again&lt;br /&gt;        until I had made a boxy&lt;br /&gt;        red and white lanyard for my mother.&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;She gave me life and milk from her breasts,&lt;br /&gt;        and I gave her a lanyard.&lt;br /&gt;        She nursed me in many a sick room,&lt;br /&gt;        lifted spoons of medicine to my lips,&lt;br /&gt;        laid cold face-cloths on my forehead,&lt;br /&gt;        and then led me out into the airy light&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;and taught me to walk and swim,&lt;br /&gt;        and I, in turn, presented her with a lanyard.&lt;br /&gt;        Here are thousands of meals, she said,&lt;br /&gt;        and here is clothing and a good education.&lt;br /&gt;        And here is your lanyard, I replied,&lt;br /&gt;        which I made with a little help from a counselor.&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;Here is a breathing body and a beating heart,&lt;br /&gt;        strong legs, bones and teeth,&lt;br /&gt;        and two clear eyes to read the world, she whispered,&lt;br /&gt;        and here, I said, is the lanyard I made at camp.&lt;br /&gt;        And here, I wish to say to her now,&lt;br /&gt;        is a smaller gift—not the worn truth&lt;/p&gt;         that you can never repay your mother,&lt;br /&gt;        but the rueful admission that when she took&lt;br /&gt;        the two-tone lanyard from my hand,&lt;br /&gt;        I was as sure as a boy could be&lt;br /&gt;        that this useless, worthless thing I wove&lt;br /&gt;        out of boredom would be enough to make us even.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-5021718449302156114?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5021718449302156114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=5021718449302156114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/5021718449302156114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/5021718449302156114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/09/billy-collins-lanyard.html' title='Billy Collins: The Lanyard'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-2612145480692161379</id><published>2008-09-03T18:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:01:38.803-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers'/><title type='text'>The Serenity Prayer</title><content type='html'>I needed to take a couple of breaths the other day and I said this prayer, only the first part, which is the piece most people have heard. But the rest is pretty darn good, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant me patience with the things that take time, tolerance of the struggles of others that may be different from my own, appreciation for all I have, and the willingness to get up and try again, one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-2612145480692161379?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2612145480692161379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=2612145480692161379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/2612145480692161379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/2612145480692161379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/09/serenity-prayer.html' title='The Serenity Prayer'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-8635290192854308189</id><published>2008-09-02T06:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T06:49:00.777-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='original poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>An Original: In the Darkness</title><content type='html'>There's a gap right there&lt;br /&gt;Barely visible by&lt;br /&gt;The light of the moon and stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That must be the way&lt;br /&gt;Through the trees and high grass&lt;br /&gt;To get close to the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tread carefully&lt;br /&gt;As a blind man&lt;br /&gt;Inches, feels his way along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;A dock stretching&lt;br /&gt;darkness engulfing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to be&lt;br /&gt;Sure that in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;You are safe on sound footings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ginger foot taps&lt;br /&gt;A board, then another&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps solid, perhaps not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You trust the straightness&lt;br /&gt;Trust the soundness but hope&lt;br /&gt;For a gap you can fall through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe&lt;br /&gt;You'll bang your head and&lt;br /&gt;Will be gone from your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would be no more&lt;br /&gt;Thinking and crying and&lt;br /&gt;Hurting over your failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would be nothing&lt;br /&gt;Like you never were here&lt;br /&gt;If there would just be a crack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-8635290192854308189?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-3517628335080069427</id><published>2008-08-31T05:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T13:58:45.329-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='states'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connecticut'/><title type='text'>An Unusual Family Outing</title><content type='html'>A year ago last spring, I went with my wife and daughter to Hartford and New Haven in search of graffiti. It was one of the best days I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked the railroad tracks under Route 84 along Capitol Avenue in Hartford and found plenty. We took photos, we found old, rusted railroad spikes, we joked, we laughed, and we had fun. We were impressed when our daughter's imagination starting churning...she's going to write a story about magical railroad spikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on Water Street in New Haven we met three graffiti artists and we stayed a while, talked with them about their craft, took photos and video, and our presence was welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unusual family excursion, to be sure. But what a blessing on a beautiful Saturday afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-3517628335080069427?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3517628335080069427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=3517628335080069427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/3517628335080069427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/3517628335080069427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/unusual-family-outing.html' title='An Unusual Family Outing'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-7078490423315753593</id><published>2008-08-30T12:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:36:37.730-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday Special'/><title type='text'>Saturday Special: I Say, You Answer</title><content type='html'>1. Computer...you answer? network&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Body of Water...you answer? ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kitchen Disaster...you answer? oven fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Letter Writer...you answer? What's your email address?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-7078490423315753593?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7078490423315753593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=7078490423315753593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/7078490423315753593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/7078490423315753593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/saturday-special-i-say-you-answer.html' title='Saturday Special: I Say, You Answer'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-5035627001201935265</id><published>2008-08-28T12:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T12:18:41.802-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>First Day of 5th Grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/ctguy20/SLbPMR8U0LI/AAAAAAAAAFo/h8dwg1oWlKY/s400/PICT1173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The best thing about this new morning was taking my daughter to school. It was a fun, but sad trip in. On the way out, talking with another parent, we had the feeling this was the last year for walking our kids to the classroom. Next year is middle school, and parents don't walk their kids to homeroom, do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-5035627001201935265?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5035627001201935265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=5035627001201935265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/5035627001201935265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/5035627001201935265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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House</title><content type='html'>A wonderful and powerful poem, and an incredible video interpretation by the author, Sandy Carlson of &lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.sandycarlson.net/"&gt;Writing in Faith.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iq8qsY7GHOA"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iq8qsY7GHOA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="247" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-681711012261062503?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/681711012261062503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=681711012261062503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/681711012261062503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/681711012261062503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/at-simons-house.html' title='At Simon&apos;s House'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-2316802986277184333</id><published>2008-08-25T04:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T12:20:47.748-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Mary Oliver: What is the Greatest Gift?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What is the greatest gift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Could it be the world itself-the oceans, the meadowlark,&lt;br /&gt;the patience of the trees in the wind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Could it be love, with its sweet clamor of passion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Something else-something else entirely holds me in thrall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That you have a life that I wonder about&lt;br /&gt;more than I wonder about my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That you have a life-courteous and intelligent-that&lt;br /&gt;I wonder about more than I wonder about my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That you have a soul-your own, no one else's-that&lt;br /&gt;I wonder about more than I wonder about my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So that I find my soul clapping its hands for yours more than my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-2316802986277184333?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2316802986277184333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=2316802986277184333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/2316802986277184333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/2316802986277184333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/mary-oliver-what-is-greatest-gift.html' title='Mary Oliver: What is the Greatest Gift?'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-8672188202265133576</id><published>2008-08-24T05:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T05:27:00.229-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>A Holy Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Quoted from Moral Lessons by Richard Seltzer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;I stand by the bed where a young woman lies, her face post-operative, her mouth twisted. A tiny twig of facial nerve, the one to the muscles of her mouth, has been severed. The surgeon had followed with religious fervor the curve of her flesh; I promise you that. Yet, to remove the tumor in her cheek, he had cut the little nerve. Her young husband is in room. He stands on the opposite side of the bed, and together they seem to dwell in the evening lamplight, isolated from me, private. They touch each other so generously, greedily.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;The woman speaks: "Will my mouth always be like this?" I respond: "Yes, it will.  It is because the nerve was cut."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;She nods, and is silent.  But the young man smiles."I like it," he says.  "It is kind of cute."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;At once I know who he is, and I lower my gaze. One is not bold in an encounter with God. Unmindful, he bends to kiss her crooked mouth, and I am so close I can see how he twists his own lips to accommodate to hers, to show her that their kiss still works. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-8672188202265133576?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8672188202265133576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=8672188202265133576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/8672188202265133576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/8672188202265133576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/holy-moment_24.html' title='A Holy Moment'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-6209128224991330879</id><published>2008-08-23T06:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T22:10:39.020-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday Special'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Saturday Special: Arts &amp; Entertainment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Favorite Quote or Saying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"On the mountains of truth you can never climb in vain: Either you will reach a point higher up today or you will be training your powers so that you will be able to climb higher tomorrow. (Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 1844 – 1900)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Favorite Line from a Play or Movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ray, people will come Ray. They'll come to Iowa for reasons they can't even fathom. They'll turn up your driveway not knowing for sure why they're doing it. They'll arrive at your door as innocent as children, longing for the past. Of course, we won't mind if you look around, you'll say. It's only $20 per person. They'll pass over the money without even thinking about it: for it is money they have and peace they lack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And they'll walk out to the bleachers; sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. They'll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they'll watch the game and it'll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick they'll have to brush them away from their faces. People will come Ray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it's a part of our past, Ray. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again. Oh... people will come Ray. People will most definitely come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(James Earl Jones as Terrence Mann in Field of Dreams)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Favorite TV Show of All Time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Everybody Loves Raymond, MASH, Frasier, Wonder Years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Favorite Poem or Ode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Flock by Billy Collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;It has been calculated that each copy of the Gutenburg Bible...required the skins of 300 sheep. (from an article on printing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I can see them squeezed into the holding pen&lt;br /&gt;behind the stone building&lt;br /&gt;where the printing press is housed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of them squirming around&lt;br /&gt;to find a little room&lt;br /&gt;and looking so much alike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would be nearly impossible&lt;br /&gt;to count them.&lt;br /&gt;and there is no telling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which one will carry the news&lt;br /&gt;that the Lord is a shepherd&lt;br /&gt;one of the few things they already know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-6209128224991330879?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-292547119357614927</id><published>2008-08-22T03:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T16:28:59.680-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PhotoSharks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='architecture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>PhotoSharks: Architecture</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/ctguy20/SK8IMo9iHsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1Nb2kKYZMIc/s400/PICT1111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-292547119357614927?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/ctguy20/SK8IMo9iHsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1Nb2kKYZMIc/s72-c/PICT1111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-6793791689983733668</id><published>2008-08-20T11:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T12:08:47.309-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PhotoSharks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>PhotoSharks: Animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/ctguy20/SKxAB9qeYAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3u7WpksD6Qk/s400/snakehangingout.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Stumbled upon this little guy sunning himself on the hydrangea bush while shielding his head under the leaves to the right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-6793791689983733668?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6793791689983733668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=6793791689983733668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/6793791689983733668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/6793791689983733668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/photosharks-animals.html' title='PhotoSharks: Animals'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/ctguy20/SKxAB9qeYAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3u7WpksD6Qk/s72-c/snakehangingout.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-943987447413324375</id><published>2008-08-17T22:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T12:22:01.946-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Happiness by Helen Keller</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;When                            one door of happiness closes, another opens, but often                            we look so long at the closed door that we do not see                            the one that has been opened for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-943987447413324375?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/943987447413324375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=943987447413324375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/943987447413324375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/943987447413324375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/happiness-by-helen-keller.html' title='Happiness by Helen Keller'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-415010196688907916</id><published>2008-08-16T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T10:05:33.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Snickers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjeKv5-q3w/SKXcEMIiRPI/AAAAAAAAAlA/SJAUttfJ9hQ/s1600-h/rainy_street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjeKv5-q3w/SKXcEMIiRPI/AAAAAAAAAlA/SJAUttfJ9hQ/s320/rainy_street.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234832106422682866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplysnickers.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simply Snickers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; prompts for this week include the word above and the image to the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a man with an umbrella,&lt;br /&gt;Who thought he was truly quite the fella.&lt;br /&gt;He'd &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;pretend&lt;/span&gt; to be grand by offering his arm,&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;play&lt;/span&gt; with her heart using all his charm,&lt;br /&gt;While talking of "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Plunge&lt;/span&gt;," his favorite novella.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-415010196688907916?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/415010196688907916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=415010196688907916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/415010196688907916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='multimedia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandy Carlson'/><title type='text'>Could Have Been You</title><content type='html'>This is a very powerful multimedia presentation by &lt;a href="http://www.writinginfaith.us/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sandy Carlson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="375" height="309"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rzC7a2ZTXMA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rzC7a2ZTXMA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="375" height="309"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-2763616574931172728?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2763616574931172728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=2763616574931172728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/2763616574931172728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/2763616574931172728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/could-have-been-you.html' title='Could Have Been You'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-4534492044002736000</id><published>2008-08-14T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T10:04:48.930-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers'/><title type='text'>When I Talk to You</title><content type='html'>In this book by Michael Luenig, there are prayers of thanksgiving and hope and declaration. There are prayers of everyday things, some simple and often taken for granted, and there are others that are just downright silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luenig worried that when these prayers were being created to appear in the paper, they lost their sincerity. But when you pick up the book, it's just you and the words. You can choose simply to read and enjoy them for what they are, or you can pray them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some of my favorites. Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,We pray for balance and exchange. Balance us like trees. As the roots of a tree shall equal its brnaches, so must the inner life be equal to the outer life. And as the leaves shall nourish the roots, so shall the roots give nourishment to the leaves. Without equality and exchange of nourishment there can be no growth and no love. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us live in such a waythat when we dieOur love will surviveAnd continue to grow. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless the lost, the confused,the unsure, the bewildered, the puzzled,the mystified, the baffled, and the perplexed. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless those who suffer from the common cold. Nature has entered into them; Has led them aside and gently lain them low To contemplate life from the wayside; To consider human frailty; to receive the deep and dreamy messages of fever. We give thanks for the insights of this humble persepective. We give thanks for blessings in disguise. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-4534492044002736000?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4534492044002736000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=4534492044002736000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/4534492044002736000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/4534492044002736000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-i-talk-to-you.html' title='When I Talk to You'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-2703622974922780542</id><published>2008-08-13T06:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T10:04:22.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Pray Successful</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thought Conditioners from Norman Vincent Peale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark 11:24 reads: "What things soever ye desire, when ye pray, believe that ye receive them, and ye shall have them."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To pray successfully, you must employ affirmation and visualization. Form a picture in your mind, not of lack or denial or frustration or illness, but of prosperity, abundance, attainment, health. Always remember you will receive as a result of prayer exactly what you think, not what you say. If you pray for achievement but think defeat, your words are idle because your heart has already accepted defeat. Therefore, practice believing that even as you pray you are receiving God's boundless blessings, and they will come to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Commentary:&lt;/strong&gt; Some commentaries about prayer talk about asking God for what's in your heart. Peale says you will get what you think. Many times our hearts and our minds are not in the same place - we think one thing, but feel another. There's a line in the Chorister's prayer that goes like this - "Grant that what we sing with our lips we may believe in our hearts, and what we believe in our hearts we may show forth in our lives..." While we all pray sometimes asking for guidance because of that conflict within us, I believe, when we are asking for something specific, that we need our mind, our heart and our mouth to be as one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-2703622974922780542?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2703622974922780542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=2703622974922780542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/2703622974922780542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/2703622974922780542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-pray-successful.html' title='To Pray Successful'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-5432813361024706891</id><published>2008-08-12T06:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T15:08:55.678-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='multimedia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandy Carlson'/><title type='text'>Lazarus: A Stunning Meditation</title><content type='html'>This stunner is by Sandy Carlson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SVdFFwDmddI" width="375" height="309" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-5432813361024706891?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5432813361024706891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=5432813361024706891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/5432813361024706891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/5432813361024706891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/lazarus-stunning-meditation.html' title='Lazarus: A Stunning Meditation'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895545491356685301.post-5171914457332583198</id><published>2008-08-10T06:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:28:33.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Each New Morning</title><content type='html'>Every day is special. Waking and hearing the birds, or seeing the sunrise or the rain or the snow. Being alive and knowing you have more time to be with the people you love, try something you haven't, or do what you enjoy is incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize just how lucky I am and just how much opening my eyes in the morning is one of my favorite things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what this blog is about...my favorite things. I'll be sharing quotes, movie lines,  photos, video, music, jokes, and experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you take something away from your visit. I hope I make you smile because you've found something you like or can relate to or share as a favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895545491356685301-5171914457332583198?l=eachnewmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5171914457332583198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895545491356685301&amp;postID=5171914457332583198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/5171914457332583198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895545491356685301/posts/default/5171914457332583198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eachnewmorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-each-new-morning.html' title='Why Each New Morning'/><author><name>Eddie D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439174773114573812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWW1Q5qWerQ/SODjUY4qDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bsfTWliLIl0/S220/ed_head_092008_1s.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
