<?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-123810329516296830</id><updated>2012-01-13T19:12:34.789-05:00</updated><category term='The Goddess'/><category term='aretha franklin'/><category term='mastectomy'/><category term='expanders'/><category term='Collinwood'/><category term='Nightmares'/><category term='Susan Komen Fdn'/><category term='sisters'/><category term='Regrets'/><category term='Divine Mother'/><category term='1965'/><category term='night screams'/><category term='Compassion'/><category term='peter paul and mary'/><category term='renewal'/><category term='kitty'/><category term='Taxol'/><category term='1967'/><category term='Carey Mansion'/><category term='Bocelli'/><category term='1972'/><category term='Wonderful days'/><category term='Episcopal church'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='Helen Ga'/><category term='Lent'/><category term='nesting syndrome'/><category term='breast implants'/><category term='Odd dreams'/><category term='Old Sturbridge Village'/><category term='procol harum'/><category term='1961'/><category term='oncologist'/><category term='Breast reconstruction'/><category term='spring'/><category term='ccr'/><category term='1969'/><category term='Virgin Mary'/><category term='breast cancer'/><category term='Jim Reeves'/><category term='chemotherapy'/><category term='trigger thumbs'/><category term='cat'/><category term='Insensitivity'/><category term='Dark Shadows'/><category term='love'/><category term='Sacred Feminine'/><title type='text'>IndigoSatin</title><subtitle type='html'>'Learn to know your own heart and all that lives there ... never forsake it.'  (RJ Waller)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-7985773212546975302</id><published>2012-01-13T19:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T19:12:34.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - 1962 - Little Eva</title><content type='html'>"The Loco-Motion"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Little Eva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/C5OoQadZTPk" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123810329516296830-7985773212546975302?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/7985773212546975302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2012/01/friday-flashback-1962-little-eva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/7985773212546975302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/7985773212546975302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2012/01/friday-flashback-1962-little-eva.html' title='Friday Flashback - 1962 - Little Eva'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/C5OoQadZTPk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-7539544152190592033</id><published>2011-10-28T19:48:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T23:17:19.612-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Regrets'/><title type='text'>Regrets</title><content type='html'>I've always heard that most people's regrets are not the things they did, but those they didn't do.  Mine are the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I regret that I was a 'good girl' when I was in high school.  I studied hard, read a lot, made good grades.  I skipped the dances, the prom, the late nights 'cruising Broad' with boys.   Ya, I regret that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I regret that it seemed so important to me to be a 'virgin' when I married.  Somehow now that seems way over-rated.  I said 'no' to a young man I truly loved when I was 16.  Ya, I regret that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd thoughts for a cool, rainy, fall evening I suppose.  But being alone tonight, tired, and knowing full well the opportunities for that kind of joy and love are long since past, ya, tonight I have regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, in the morning light, good sense will once again prevail, and I will realize my life is most likely better because of those 'wise decisions' way back then.  But right now, ya, those regrets are strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrets .. ya, I have a few.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123810329516296830-7539544152190592033?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/7539544152190592033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/10/regrets.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/7539544152190592033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/7539544152190592033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/10/regrets.html' title='Regrets'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-8887263592724359152</id><published>2011-10-28T19:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T19:48:03.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - 1966 - The Left Banke</title><content type='html'>'Walk Away Renee'&lt;br /&gt;The Left Banke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SqAh1dQu_pg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you who didn't sing it over and over and over .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I see the sign that points one way&lt;br /&gt;The lot we used to pass by every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just walk away, Renee&lt;br /&gt;You won't see me follow you back home&lt;br /&gt;The empty sidewalks on my block are not the same&lt;br /&gt;You're not to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From deep inside the tears that I'm forced to cry&lt;br /&gt;From deep inside the pain that I chose to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just walk away, Renee&lt;br /&gt;You won't see me follow you back home&lt;br /&gt;Now, as the rain beats down upon my weary eyes&lt;br /&gt;For me, it cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just walk away, Renee&lt;br /&gt;You won't see me follow you back home&lt;br /&gt;Now, as the rain beats down upon my weary eyes&lt;br /&gt;For me, it cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your name and mine inside a heart upon a wall&lt;br /&gt;Still finds a way to haunt me though they're so small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just walk away, Renee&lt;br /&gt;You won't see me follow you back home&lt;br /&gt;The empty sidewalks on my block are not the same&lt;br /&gt;You're not to blame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123810329516296830-8887263592724359152?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/8887263592724359152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/10/friday-flashback-1966-left-banke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/8887263592724359152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/8887263592724359152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/10/friday-flashback-1966-left-banke.html' title='Friday Flashback - 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1974 - &apos;Sundown&apos;'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-02VrChRqpc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-3623573071531826751</id><published>2011-10-18T20:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T20:46:31.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy Father,  just for today, hold back the walls of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Mother, lift high for me the light that is my escape.&lt;br /&gt;Do not allow the walls to collapse upon me;&lt;br /&gt;Nor the gale to extinguish your light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123810329516296830-3623573071531826751?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/3623573071531826751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/10/holy-father-just-for-today-hold-back.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/3623573071531826751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/3623573071531826751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/10/holy-father-just-for-today-hold-back.html' title=''/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-2554462255057448000</id><published>2011-10-07T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T16:41:53.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - 1971 - Pooh !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'House at Pooh Corner'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Loggins and Messina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zzW3rb57Ks0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123810329516296830-2554462255057448000?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/2554462255057448000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/10/friday-flashback-1971-pooh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/2554462255057448000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/2554462255057448000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/10/friday-flashback-1971-pooh.html' title='Friday Flashback - 1971 - Pooh !'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zzW3rb57Ks0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-7911161430189192826</id><published>2011-09-23T20:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T20:35:45.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - 1967 - The Hollies &amp; Bobby Vee</title><content type='html'>'Carrie Ann'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hollies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sgA4-bLcoN8" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still in 1967 -&lt;br /&gt;'Come back when you grow up'&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Vee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya .. I remember this one well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Y2C3ZTMwaek" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123810329516296830-7911161430189192826?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/7911161430189192826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/09/friday-flashback-1967-carrie-ann.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/7911161430189192826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/7911161430189192826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/09/friday-flashback-1967-carrie-ann.html' title='Friday Flashback - 1967 - The Hollies &amp; Bobby Vee'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/sgA4-bLcoN8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-8387102878692386754</id><published>2011-08-19T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T16:44:44.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - 1961 - Ricky Nelson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Hello Mary Lou"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Rick Nelson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zLkCWT2neuI" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123810329516296830-8387102878692386754?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/8387102878692386754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/08/friday-flashback-1961-ricky-nelson.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/8387102878692386754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/8387102878692386754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/08/friday-flashback-1961-ricky-nelson.html' title='Friday Flashback - 1961 - Ricky Nelson'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zLkCWT2neuI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-5777416732264058124</id><published>2011-08-12T22:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T22:28:25.765-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - 1961 - The Tokens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Lion Sleeps Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;The Tokens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_LBmUwi6mEo" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123810329516296830-5777416732264058124?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/5777416732264058124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/08/friday-flashback-1961-tokens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/5777416732264058124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/5777416732264058124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/08/friday-flashback-1961-tokens.html' title='Friday Flashback - 1961 - The Tokens'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_LBmUwi6mEo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-7969170914137530099</id><published>2011-07-29T21:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T22:11:02.919-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breast reconstruction'/><title type='text'>Ready for Tattooing</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I saw Dr B, the plastic surgeon who's doing my reconstruction.  He says everything is looking great .. I thought so too!   He says I'm ready for the last step in my reconstruction .. tattooing.  I'm excited.  It's my last procedure.  Oh, there'll be follow-ups, and probably touch-ups, but it's the last step in restoring my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized something a couple of weeks ago.  One of the reasons I decided to go the reconstruction route was when I finally admitted I was avoiding looking in the mirror.  Or when I did, a sense of mourning overwhelmed me.  Since I've had the nipple reconstruction, and the shape tweaked a bit, I not only no longer avoid the mirror, I actually stand and admire.  Even when I still had stitches.  The shape was so much better with the little poochie place I hated removed, and the addition of nipples makes me look more 'human'.  I still have quite obvious scars but they are finally beginning to start fading.  As odd as it sounds, I admire the scars as much as I do my new breasts.  The scars are a reminder of where I've been, of the strength that surfaced from deep inside me, of my new appreciation for life, of my finally finding direction, of having joy after many years of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could go back and change the last two years, I'm not certain I would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123810329516296830-7969170914137530099?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/7969170914137530099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/07/ready-for-tattooing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/7969170914137530099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/7969170914137530099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/07/ready-for-tattooing.html' title='Ready for Tattooing'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-5175590262128859740</id><published>2011-07-29T16:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T16:40:16.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - 1961 - "Crazy"</title><content type='html'>"Crazy"&lt;br /&gt;Patsy Cline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Zzq5X-p2C0Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123810329516296830-5175590262128859740?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/5175590262128859740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/07/friday-flashback-1961-crazy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/5175590262128859740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/5175590262128859740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/07/friday-flashback-1961-crazy.html' title='Friday Flashback - 1961 - &quot;Crazy&quot;'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Zzq5X-p2C0Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-6510669928690246651</id><published>2011-06-28T20:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T20:53:19.895-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for the fun of it !</title><content type='html'>From 1963 ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/T0YifXhm-Zc" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from 1965 ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YXX3lztmPFo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123810329516296830-6510669928690246651?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/6510669928690246651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-for-fun-of-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/6510669928690246651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/6510669928690246651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-for-fun-of-it.html' title='Just for the fun of it !'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/T0YifXhm-Zc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-990290044390200813</id><published>2011-06-12T14:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T14:55:27.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Step</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was a beautiful Pentecost Sunday with all the red vestments!  I am still enjoying learning of Anglican/Episcopal traditions.   The rites and the liturgy are so soothing to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday I made another step in my reconstruction process .. nipple reconstruction.  Interesting procedure, measuring and marking, then three little 'V' incisions, the skin pulled up and stitched to form the nipple.  Also, removing a section that I called my 'poochie place',   Both procedures have made me look much more symmetrical.  After I heal, in two or three months, I will go back for tattooing.  I'm much more pleased now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still battling the insurance company with having procedures covered.   Just because Federal law requires insurance companies to cover reconstruction after breast cancer, does NOT mean they cover all the procedures, even when they were pre-certified.  I commented to someone recently that fighting the insurance company has been much more challenging than fighting the breast cancer.  It wasn't an exaggeration.  Every procedure, including my original bilateral mastectomy, has had to be appealed to have it covered.  Even with pre-certification, they can say .. oh well .. we changed our mind, or need more information to decide it was really necessary, or the varied steps in breast reconstruction are only 'cosmetic'.   It's exasperating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I miss having the leisurely time to write, to keep in touch with friends who have been so supportive, to update this blog.  But I suppose that 'busy-ness' is a good sign.  It means my life is returning to a somewhat 'normal' routine.  It means I'm engaging in more activities.  It means I'm moving forward.   But I'll never forget where I've been.&lt;br /&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/123810329516296830-990290044390200813?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/990290044390200813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/06/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/990290044390200813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/990290044390200813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/06/catching-up.html' title='Another Step'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-5322410426382191471</id><published>2011-03-28T18:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T18:58:43.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ancient Paths</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stand at the crossroads and look;&lt;br /&gt;Ask for the ancient paths,&lt;br /&gt;Ask where the good way is.&lt;br /&gt;Walk in it, and you will find rest for your soul,&lt;br /&gt;You will live in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(adapted from Jeremiah 6:16)&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/123810329516296830-5322410426382191471?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/5322410426382191471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/03/ancient-paths.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/5322410426382191471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/5322410426382191471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/03/ancient-paths.html' title='Ancient Paths'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-1970343901320893801</id><published>2011-03-20T20:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T20:16:01.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gave myself permission to just sit on my nice new deck and read this afternoon!   Ahhhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123810329516296830-1970343901320893801?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/1970343901320893801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/03/gave-myself-permission-to-just-sit-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/1970343901320893801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/1970343901320893801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/03/gave-myself-permission-to-just-sit-on.html' title=''/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-8416580881698649109</id><published>2011-03-18T17:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T17:29:38.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - 1973 - Jim Croce</title><content type='html'>Time in a Bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jim Croce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qHDt2t0oO7g" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123810329516296830-8416580881698649109?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/8416580881698649109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/03/friday-flashback-1973-jim-croce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/8416580881698649109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/8416580881698649109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/03/friday-flashback-1973-jim-croce.html' title='Friday Flashback - 1973 - Jim Croce'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qHDt2t0oO7g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-4247914794759525364</id><published>2011-03-04T17:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T17:20:11.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - 1967 - 'To Sir With Love'</title><content type='html'>'To Sir With Love'&lt;br /&gt;Lulu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FbLs80cuots" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123810329516296830-4247914794759525364?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/4247914794759525364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/03/friday-flashback-1967-to-sir-with-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/4247914794759525364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/4247914794759525364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/03/friday-flashback-1967-to-sir-with-love.html' title='Friday Flashback - 1967 - &apos;To Sir With Love&apos;'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FbLs80cuots/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-525990240187058097</id><published>2011-02-27T16:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T16:22:45.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving My Neighbor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One day last week my e-devotional was Galatians 5:14, "For the whole law is summed up in a single commandment, 'You shall love your neighbor as yourself'."  It seems Paul was trying to diffuse arguments about circumcision in the early Church.  He admonished that it was less important whether men were circumcised, and more important how they treated each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite certain in years past I've read that verse before; probably heard more than one sermon preached on it.   But I never saw it quite as clearly as I did last week.   Circumcision was the 'issue of the day' when Paul wrote the letter.  Our issues have changed over the years, but the message is the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I love my neighbor as myself?   No.   It's easier when that neighbor is likable, when they agree with us, when they share our faith or our politics.   When they differ, not so much.   When people have different views, different lifestyles, it would seem then there is no license to berate, ridicule, or be less hospitable.  Really?   Over the years I've watched those called by the Christian name joke about gays, dooming them to Hell.  I've watched other religions be discounted and disrespected.  I've watched different denominations within Christianity tear at each other with venomous claws.   How can that be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we truly believe the teachings of Jesus Christ, how could we entertain such attitudes?   How can we stand by and watch others destroy with wounds and words and never utter a sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry if I have been the one to treat someone else differently, with less love, because we viewed the world or lived our lives differently.   It is not mine to judge, but simply to love.   Is it possible to let people work out their own lives with their own God and simply treat them with kindness?  Is that really so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't know if I'll ever truly 'love my neighbor as myself'.   But I can take a step in that direction by saying ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Gay community .. I'm sorry for the way I've treated you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Pagans and the Muslims and the Roman Catholics and the Atheists .. I'm sorry for the way I've treated you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the aged who have given much to make my life easier .. I'm sorry for the way I've treated you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone I've ridiculed or belittled .. I'm sorry for the way I've treated you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Father, Blessed Mother, please help me allow your love to flow through me.&lt;br /&gt;Help me to treat all human beings with dignity and respect, to value our diversity.&lt;br /&gt;Caution me when I stand by and watch others destroy without objection.&lt;br /&gt;Help me to open my mouth and say out loud, 'this is not right'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me a sinner.&lt;br /&gt;Let me speak words of kindness in place of hatred.&lt;br /&gt;Let me bind up wounds instead of inflicting them.&lt;br /&gt;Help me aspire to loving my neighbor as myself.&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/123810329516296830-525990240187058097?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/525990240187058097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/02/loving-my-neighbor.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/525990240187058097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/525990240187058097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/02/loving-my-neighbor.html' title='Loving My Neighbor'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-6432276373872900546</id><published>2011-02-06T14:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T14:43:53.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;"I do not want to be a Christian. I want to strive to be like Christ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;  (Maithri - &lt;a href="http://www.soaringimpulse.com"&gt;http://www.soaringimpulse.com/&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/123810329516296830-6432276373872900546?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/6432276373872900546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-do-not-want-to-be-christian.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/6432276373872900546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/6432276373872900546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-do-not-want-to-be-christian.html' title=''/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-3424736146370590342</id><published>2011-02-05T22:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T22:18:55.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Mother Mary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I stumbled through the darkness and thought myself alone,&lt;br /&gt;You were there watching, protecting, waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I doubted I would ever feel the warmth of daylight again,&lt;br /&gt;You placed your arms around me, comforting, soothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When at long last I emptied my soul and reached for the unknown,&lt;br /&gt;You penetrated the cold, stone fortress of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turned from the desolation of darkness,&lt;br /&gt;You filled me with a brilliant light and turned me toward your Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mother Mary, Blessed Virgin, Queen of Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/TU4S5q5ZbfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/UjyYxEJX0s4/s1600/Queen%2Bof%2BHeaven%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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I remember walking out of the chemo center with mixed feelings.  So very glad to be finished, but a little regret that I wouldn't be seeing the people who took such good care of me, the people on the same treatment cycle as I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a tiring, but good week.  Still quite sore from last surgery, but is beginning to subside.  I can sleep on my side again .. very carefully.  The incisions under my arms have been more painful than those on my chest during both phases of the reconstruction.  The implants are starting to 'drop' very slowly .. expecting it to take 2 - 3 months before they look 'right'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally started my chemo hat project .. crocheting caps to take to the chemo center to give to those taking treatments.  Extra soft yarn to keep tender chemo-heads warm.  I've made about 30 so far.  My first few were with regular yarn, but they're way too coarse; will probably drop these off at a shelter.  They're fine for folks with hair, but too rough for sensitive heads.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Father S has kindly agreed to bless them with a prayer for the people who will receive them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow .. a whole year .. doesn't seem possible.   I am blessed.   I am thankful.&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/123810329516296830-2533624467666619637?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/2533624467666619637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/11/milestones.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/2533624467666619637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/2533624467666619637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/11/milestones.html' title='Milestones'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-5392788558617094283</id><published>2010-11-12T15:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T15:40:57.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - 1969 - Aquarius</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Aquarius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;/Let the Sunshine In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;The Fifth Dimension&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kjxSCAalsBE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kjxSCAalsBE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&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/123810329516296830-5392788558617094283?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/5392788558617094283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/11/friday-flashback-1969-age-of-aquarius.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/5392788558617094283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/5392788558617094283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/11/friday-flashback-1969-age-of-aquarius.html' title='Friday Flashback - 1969 - Aquarius'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-1916096223365717783</id><published>2010-11-08T15:46:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T16:10:36.045-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Susan Komen Fdn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breast cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virgin Mary'/><title type='text'>"I want you to know ...</title><content type='html'>...that my friend and coworker, Jillian, did her second 3-day,  60-mile walk for Susan G. Komen this past weekend. Jillian wears ribbons  for those who have succumbed to ("in memory of...") and those who are  beating ("in honor of...") breast cancer. She carried you with her this  year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That was the email I received from my closest friend yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I say a meaningful 'thank you' to such people?   To my dearest friend who loves me, 'warts and all', who has squealed with me in my happiest moments and held me in my lowest.  To a strong, warrior-woman who, although I've never met her, carried my name along with others to heighten awareness  of the ravages of breast cancer.  To the Susan G Komen Foundation that raises funds to find a cure, that provides accurate information when we are newly diagnosed and searching for answers, that holds up before us brave women (and men) who have fought and won, who have fought and lost.   To the surgeons and oncologists who have guided me.  To the compassionate nurses who changed my bandages and administered chemo drugs.  To my family and friends who have held my hand.   To my Blessed Mother who cradled me in her arms and spoke softly to me of the love of a God I had long doubted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.   You have touched my heart.   You have touched my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/TNhmf5zpyYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/z2rvD8ev3Dc/s1600/Jillian%27s+Ribbons.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/TNhmf5zpyYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/z2rvD8ev3Dc/s320/Jillian%27s+Ribbons.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537288440131471746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/123810329516296830-1916096223365717783?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/1916096223365717783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-want-you-to-know.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/1916096223365717783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/1916096223365717783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-want-you-to-know.html' title='&quot;I want you to know ...'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/TNhmf5zpyYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/z2rvD8ev3Dc/s72-c/Jillian%27s+Ribbons.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-4598896079236936989</id><published>2010-11-05T11:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T11:36:25.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - 1963 - 'It's My Party'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'It's My Party&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Lesley Gore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Video title says '1965', but was actually released in 1963.  There have been lots of remakes, but this remains the standard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XsYJyVEUaC4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XsYJyVEUaC4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&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/123810329516296830-4598896079236936989?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/4598896079236936989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/11/friday-flashback-1963-its-my-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/4598896079236936989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/4598896079236936989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/11/friday-flashback-1963-its-my-party.html' title='Friday Flashback - 1963 - &apos;It&apos;s My Party&apos;'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-684719509823692451</id><published>2010-10-31T13:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T13:42:33.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooops</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ooops .. I missed Friday Flashback!   I have a reason (excuse).   I've been doing all the last minute preparations for my next surgery, 'nesting' of sorts.  House is clean, grocery shopping done, errands run, all the things I won't be able to do for a few days, well ok, for more than a few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be having what I hope will be my last surgery tomorrow morning.   The second step of the reconstruction process .. taking out the expanders &amp;amp; placing the permanent implants.  I'll have some minor procedures later, but this should be the last of the surgeries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited !    Not only because I'll have boobies again, but because this marks the end of the breast cancer detour.  Maybe 'detour' isn't the right word.  'Detour' indicates you divert off your regular path and at some point resume it again.  I won't be resuming my regular path.  I've been able to make some positive changes .. changes in attitude, changes in lifestyle, changes in faith.   I'm looking forward to the new paths that lie ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Father, thank you for your care.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Mother, thank you for your peace.&lt;br /&gt;Help me be sensitive to the needs of others&lt;br /&gt;As they have so kindly been with me.&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/123810329516296830-684719509823692451?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/684719509823692451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/10/ooops.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/684719509823692451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/684719509823692451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/10/ooops.html' title='Ooops'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-3848882127495803596</id><published>2010-10-22T12:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T12:54:40.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - 1968 - 'Young Girl'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Young Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Gary Puckett &amp;amp; the Union Gap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hn0ZJHVH17I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/hn0ZJHVH17I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/123810329516296830-3848882127495803596?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/3848882127495803596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/10/friday-flashback-1968-young-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/3848882127495803596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/3848882127495803596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/10/friday-flashback-1968-young-girl.html' title='Friday Flashback - 1968 - &apos;Young Girl&apos;'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-6509564446043581353</id><published>2010-10-15T06:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T06:41:12.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - 1966 - Old Blue Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Strangers in the Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Frank Sinatra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hlSbSKNk9f0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/hlSbSKNk9f0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/123810329516296830-6509564446043581353?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/6509564446043581353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/10/friday-flashback-1966-old-blue-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/6509564446043581353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/6509564446043581353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/10/friday-flashback-1966-old-blue-eyes.html' title='Friday Flashback - 1966 - Old Blue Eyes'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-7471406875351829289</id><published>2010-10-08T20:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T20:36:05.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - 1966 - 'Walk Away Rene'</title><content type='html'>'Walk Away Rene'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Left Banke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6uqBTzfcIk4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/6uqBTzfcIk4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I see the sign that&lt;br /&gt;                            points one way&lt;br /&gt;                            The lot we used to pass by&lt;br /&gt;                            every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            Just walk away Renee,&lt;br /&gt;                            You won't see me follow you back home&lt;br /&gt;                            The empty sidewalks on my&lt;br /&gt;                            block are not the same&lt;br /&gt;                            You're not to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            From deep inside the tears that&lt;br /&gt;                            I'm forced to cry&lt;br /&gt;                            From deep inside the pain I&lt;br /&gt;                            I chose to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            Just walk away Renee,&lt;br /&gt;                             You won't see me follow you back home&lt;br /&gt;                            Now as the rain beats down&lt;br /&gt;                            upon my weary eyes&lt;br /&gt;                            For me it cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            Your name and mine inside&lt;br /&gt;                            a heart upon a wall&lt;br /&gt;                            Still finds a way to haunt me,&lt;br /&gt;                            though they're so small&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123810329516296830-7471406875351829289?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/7471406875351829289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/10/friday-flashback-1966-walk-away-rene.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/7471406875351829289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/7471406875351829289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/10/friday-flashback-1966-walk-away-rene.html' title='Friday Flashback - 1966 - &apos;Walk Away Rene&apos;'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-8843112483342176821</id><published>2010-10-05T20:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T20:27:34.301-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expanders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breast reconstruction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breast implants'/><title type='text'>Almost There!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Another 100cc in expanders today.   Perhaps only one more time and I'll be ready for my next surgery to have the expanders removed &amp;amp; permanent implants put in.   New boobies for Christmas .. yayyyyy!   For now, I just look like I have a swollen chest, no form, just growing skin to accommodate the implants.  Even with a large implant, I'll be much smaller than I was before since it has to fill in the concave area (like going from a negative B to a positive C).   Even with just the expanders, my clothes look much better.  I'm looking forward to finishing up!&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/123810329516296830-8843112483342176821?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/8843112483342176821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/10/almost-there.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/8843112483342176821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/8843112483342176821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/10/almost-there.html' title='Almost There!'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-4314125550927469390</id><published>2010-10-03T17:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T18:21:02.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Mother of Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sweet Mother of Earth spread wide your arms to enfold us.&lt;br /&gt;Rain upon our grasses, your fragrant breath rise up to greet us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Mother of Earth spread wide your arms to enfold us.&lt;br /&gt;Display your beauty in vibrant autumn colors that speak of renewal not of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Mother of Earth spread wide your arms to enfold us.&lt;br /&gt;Past is the summer sun, refresh our hearts as you refresh the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Mother of Earth spread wide your arms to enfold us.&lt;br /&gt;Slow our steps, quiet our hearts, so we may bask in your embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Mother of Earth.&lt;br /&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/123810329516296830-4314125550927469390?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/4314125550927469390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/10/sweet-mother-of-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/4314125550927469390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/4314125550927469390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/10/sweet-mother-of-earth.html' title='Sweet Mother of Earth'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-4844323592016903433</id><published>2010-10-01T19:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T19:48:14.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausting Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Took vacation day today to get some things done .. maybe I should have worked, I'm exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;Started out with oil change/alignment (for da car), then a bone density test (for me), a quick stop in KMart (for socks), and then shoe shopping!   I've been on a quest to find comfy dress shoes.  Scored today!  The bone density test is to be sure the Femara isn't causing osteoporosis.  Ready for an early bedtime!&lt;br /&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/123810329516296830-4844323592016903433?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/4844323592016903433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/10/exhausting-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/4844323592016903433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/4844323592016903433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/10/exhausting-day.html' title='Exhausting Day!'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-5290046899678666031</id><published>2010-10-01T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T11:30:41.227-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - 1968 - Janis Joplin!</title><content type='html'>Piece of My Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Janis Joplin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-7JVxE2SYxo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/-7JVxE2SYxo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/123810329516296830-5290046899678666031?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/5290046899678666031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/10/friday-flashback-1968-janis-joplin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/5290046899678666031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/5290046899678666031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/10/friday-flashback-1968-janis-joplin.html' title='Friday Flashback - 1968 - Janis Joplin!'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-8677922356062669665</id><published>2010-09-28T20:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T20:59:37.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Clear!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Labwork with the Oncologist today .. still clear !!   Yayyyyyyy !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find some ways to counteract the Femara side-effects.&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/123810329516296830-8677922356062669665?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/8677922356062669665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/09/still-clear.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/8677922356062669665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/8677922356062669665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/09/still-clear.html' title='Still Clear!!'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-8423985815700158436</id><published>2010-09-26T16:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T16:41:43.007-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make you say ... 'hhmmmm'</title><content type='html'>"As one of the saints of old has said, "Truth is never truth if it is on the side of oppression." To that I would add, &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;Christianity is not of Christ if it is abusive to those whose lifestyles and views may differ from their own." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;—The Rev. Dr. Douglass M. Bailey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123810329516296830-8423985815700158436?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/8423985815700158436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-that-make-you-say-hhmmmm.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/8423985815700158436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/8423985815700158436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-that-make-you-say-hhmmmm.html' title='Things that make you say ... &apos;hhmmmm&apos;'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-6185214412723582897</id><published>2010-09-25T18:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T18:54:30.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On This Day ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On this day last year,  I was spiraling down from chemo #4.  I was half-way thru treatment, the last of the Adriamycin (the red devil).  Four more Taxol treatments were to follow.  I rejoiced in the good days, stopped fighting the bad days.  Months before I had strapped on the harness and took a deep breath for the roller-coaster ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I realized I actually have enough hair to dry with a blow-dryer.  How cool is that???  Now that I've figured that out, I'm ready to go back to the gel (g).&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/123810329516296830-6185214412723582897?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/6185214412723582897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/09/on-this-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/6185214412723582897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/6185214412723582897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/09/on-this-day.html' title='On This Day ...'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-2207730668558913842</id><published>2010-09-24T06:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T06:53:21.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Flashback Again - 1965 - Sonny &amp; Cher</title><content type='html'>I Got You, Babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sonny &amp;amp; Cher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uzYBuKaQ83s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/uzYBuKaQ83s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/123810329516296830-2207730668558913842?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/2207730668558913842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/09/friday-flashback-again-1965-sonny-cher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/2207730668558913842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/2207730668558913842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/09/friday-flashback-again-1965-sonny-cher.html' title='Friday Flashback Again - 1965 - Sonny &amp; Cher'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-5470053689205757898</id><published>2010-09-23T20:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T20:36:16.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Thursday ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, I just realized today is Thursday, not Friday, and I posted my 'Friday Flashback' before leaving for work this morning.   (scratching head)    Does that mean I need to post again tomorrow?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is it evvvvvver going to be less than 90 degrees???????    I so long for cool, crisp, fall mornings, for chilly nights with a blankie, for steamed-up windows and a pot of soup on the stove, for icy Massachusetts streets, for saying 'can we please turn the heat on just a tiny little bit?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother, may we please have winter soon????&lt;br /&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/123810329516296830-5470053689205757898?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/5470053689205757898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/09/today-is-thursday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/5470053689205757898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/5470053689205757898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/09/today-is-thursday.html' title='Today is Thursday ??'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-4191425019220437590</id><published>2010-09-23T07:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T07:06:00.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - 1977 - 'Deacon Blues'</title><content type='html'>Deacon Blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Steely Dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially for you Deacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/StFItjvmaXQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/StFItjvmaXQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&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/123810329516296830-4191425019220437590?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/4191425019220437590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/09/friday-flashback-1977-deacon-blues-just.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/4191425019220437590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/4191425019220437590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/09/friday-flashback-1977-deacon-blues-just.html' title='Friday Flashback - 1977 - &apos;Deacon Blues&apos;'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-7746273344954624746</id><published>2010-09-20T19:32:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:45:30.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wandering</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Over the last year I have shared finding a new path, a result of having much time to listen to my own thoughts.  That's a treasure, you know, being able to take time to hear your own heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recognized what a blessing that was, and felt much regret that I had 'wasted' so much time wandering with no clear direction.  My closest friend once described it as being 'adrift'.  That was exactly the way I felt .. adrift .. no course .. alone .. no guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent counseling, I mentioned just that.   Expecting a sympathetic response of, 'yes it's a shame you wasted so much time', instead I heard .. 'perhaps it was necessary to clear your soul to bring you where you are now'.   What?   All those feelings of loss of faith, of loss of confidence in others, of pulling away from the beliefs I had known all my life .. necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; not been adrift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, would I have ever questioned the blatant lack of compassion of those called by God's name?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; not been adrift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; would I have ever opened my heart to something different?   If I had not been adrift, would I have ever recognized a sacred feminine presence? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a definite direction, a plotted course, would it have allowed me to learn more?  Had I been content with the faith of my youth, would I have ever cried for a better way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have resolved to no longer refer to my 'wandering' as wasted time.   It brought me to where I am now .. happier, more content, a stronger foundation of faith.   No, it wasn't wasted.   It taught me that my Holy Father cares for me even when I'm distant.   It brought me to the recognition of our Divine Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a sense of direction now, but it's not a map with no room for change in course.  It has room for questions, room for change, room for growth.  Someone else said it better ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,&lt;br /&gt;And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,&lt;br /&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John Masefield - Sea Fever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/123810329516296830-7746273344954624746?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/7746273344954624746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/09/wandering.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/7746273344954624746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/7746273344954624746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/09/wandering.html' title='The Wandering'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-4513035936439871735</id><published>2010-09-20T19:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T19:32:14.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk with Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Holy Father, I asked you to walk with me,&lt;br /&gt;And you beckoned me come walk beside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Mother, I asked you to surround me with peace,&lt;br /&gt;And you drew me near to your bosom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Father, help me realize I must seek out your path.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Mother, help me understand your arms are my solace.&lt;br /&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/123810329516296830-4513035936439871735?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/4513035936439871735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/09/walk-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/4513035936439871735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/4513035936439871735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/09/walk-with-me.html' title='Walk with Me'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-1575548517685744003</id><published>2010-09-18T16:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T17:13:19.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back - Moving Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yesterday evening I was reviewing some of my older posts; back to the beginning when I started this blog.  I had sent  a link to a co-worker who has also been diagnosed with breast cancer (oddly enough she does the same job I do in a different location).  Wow.  That seems a lifetime ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the slow process of reconstruction.  It's going well, and I'm hoping to have my last surgery near the end of this year.   I have small 'boobie-bumps' where I was once concave.  There will be some 'finishing touches' to do after the first of next year.  I have regained much of my energy since finishing my chemo last fall.   Scars have healed well.  Still have some random pain where the lymph nodes were removed.  Still have a lot of numbness under left arm (that will not go away).  The Femara that helps keep the cancer from returning is taking its toll.  I had 'trigger' thumbs on both hands which had to be corrected by surgery back in June .. one of the top-ten side-effects of the Femara.   Have had gradually increasing joint pain .. fingers, elbows, hips, knees.  For now I'm trying to counteract that with Aleve; will discuss with oncologist when I see him later this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been able to move past much of the breast cancer roller coaster ride, with the exception of the above reminders.  They will be with me for a while yet.   And that's ok .. I'll work through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have a clean house, clean sheets, laundry in progress, the faint scent of lavender, a kitty to cuddle, and a movie to watch later.   It's a wonderful day!!&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/123810329516296830-1575548517685744003?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/1575548517685744003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/09/looking-back-moving-forward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/1575548517685744003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/1575548517685744003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/09/looking-back-moving-forward.html' title='Looking Back - Moving Forward'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-6775911802824886767</id><published>2010-09-18T15:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T15:22:59.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - 1968 - 'Crimson &amp; Clover'     (A day late .. again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Crimson and Clover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="eow-title" class="" dir="ltr" title="Crimson and Clover - Tommy James &amp;amp; The Shondells"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy James &amp;amp; The Shondells   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GpGEeneO-t0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GpGEeneO-t0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&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/123810329516296830-6775911802824886767?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/6775911802824886767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/09/friday-flashback-1968-crimson-clover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/6775911802824886767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/6775911802824886767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/09/friday-flashback-1968-crimson-clover.html' title='Friday Flashback - 1968 - &apos;Crimson &amp; Clover&apos;     (A day late .. again)'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-8170755660728624724</id><published>2010-09-10T21:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T21:25:03.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - 1967 - 'Daydream Believer'</title><content type='html'>'Daydream Believer'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Monkees !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UQNqk54HPdE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UQNqk54HPdE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&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/123810329516296830-8170755660728624724?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/8170755660728624724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/09/friday-flashback-1967-daydream-believer.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/8170755660728624724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/8170755660728624724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/09/friday-flashback-1967-daydream-believer.html' title='Friday Flashback - 1967 - &apos;Daydream Believer&apos;'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-6892242420222888006</id><published>2010-09-06T20:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T21:12:57.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain On Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Blessed Mother, rain on me.&lt;br /&gt;Warm, gentle rains of peace that soothe my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Purging, cleansing rains that rid my heart of pain.&lt;br /&gt;Clear, crystal rains of hope that inspire me to move forward.&lt;br /&gt;Long, soaking rains of love that bind me to others so I am not alone.&lt;br /&gt;Frigid, jagged rains of awareness that sting my complacency into action.&lt;br /&gt;Nourishing, sustaining rains of life that make me rejoice in each day.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Mother, rain on me.&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/123810329516296830-6892242420222888006?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/6892242420222888006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/09/rain-on-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/6892242420222888006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/6892242420222888006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/09/rain-on-me.html' title='Rain On Me'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-1541040836405634338</id><published>2010-09-03T22:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T22:35:30.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - 1961 - Ricky Nelson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'Travelin Man'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Ricky Nelson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0janfcZ8LUw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/0janfcZ8LUw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/123810329516296830-1541040836405634338?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/1541040836405634338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/09/friday-flashback-1961-ricky-nelson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/1541040836405634338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/1541040836405634338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/09/friday-flashback-1961-ricky-nelson.html' title='Friday Flashback - 1961 - Ricky Nelson'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-704763586485164196</id><published>2010-08-31T18:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T19:25:04.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer for Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Holy Father, thank you for leading me through the forest of my own confusion.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Mother, thank you for surrounding me with the peacefulness of your comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me to reach to others in compassion instead of contempt.&lt;br /&gt;Help me to temper my words and actions with kindness.&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/123810329516296830-704763586485164196?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/704763586485164196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/08/prayer-for-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/704763586485164196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/704763586485164196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/08/prayer-for-today.html' title='A Prayer for Today'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-7550187543625445964</id><published>2010-08-27T16:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T16:58:54.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - 1969 - Sweet Caroline</title><content type='html'>Sweet Caroline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neil Diamond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1vhFnTjia_I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1vhFnTjia_I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&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/123810329516296830-7550187543625445964?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/7550187543625445964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-flashback-1960-sweet-caroline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/7550187543625445964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/7550187543625445964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-flashback-1960-sweet-caroline.html' title='Friday Flashback - 1969 - Sweet Caroline'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-8240918582462035001</id><published>2010-08-20T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T22:20:10.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - 1964 - The Name Game!</title><content type='html'>The Name Game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shirley Ellis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5MJLi5_dyn0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/5MJLi5_dyn0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/123810329516296830-8240918582462035001?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/8240918582462035001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-flashback-1964-name-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/8240918582462035001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/8240918582462035001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-flashback-1964-name-game.html' title='Friday Flashback - 1964 - The Name Game!'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-6744795040113940173</id><published>2010-08-13T18:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T18:39:50.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - 1971</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'Imagine'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;John Lennon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IxLnIRVVwIM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/IxLnIRVVwIM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/123810329516296830-6744795040113940173?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/6744795040113940173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-flashback-1971.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/6744795040113940173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/6744795040113940173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-flashback-1971.html' title='Friday Flashback - 1971'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-5110392867302302478</id><published>2010-08-07T13:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T13:31:38.682-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breast reconstruction'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks to those of you who keep reading even when I'm not writing &amp;amp; only posting 'Friday Flashbacks'.   I dooooo enjoy the flashbacks (g).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on reconstruction.  Have healed well from the surgery to place the expanders, but haven't been able to get my first injections yet.  One side is persistently pink &amp;amp; the Dr is being cautious.  It's frustrating to be two months out from surgery and still not be getting started yet.   I go back this Tuesday; trying to not lift, stretch, pull, etc in the hopes it will clear up.  Say a prayer?  Light a candle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is the 50th anniversary celebration at church.  Tonight is hor d'oevres and a Christian comedian/impersonator.  Tomorrow the same guest speaker will deliver the sermon and afternoon skit with a brunch in between.  Will be a very busy but great weekend!   It's good to be getting out and participating in life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confirmation classes are coming along well.   I'll finish up the end of this month, and be confirmed into the Episcopal Church when the Bishop visits on Labor Day weekend.   It's a wonderful step forward for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll start writing more again!&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/123810329516296830-5110392867302302478?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/5110392867302302478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/08/thanks-to-those-of-you-who-keep-reading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/5110392867302302478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/5110392867302302478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/08/thanks-to-those-of-you-who-keep-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-6254521963872663120</id><published>2010-08-06T21:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T21:17:25.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - Jim Croce -  (1971 &amp; 1972)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1971&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- 'Lover's Cross'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-rQJ6KQjDG0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/-rQJ6KQjDG0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1972&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - 'You Don't Mess Around With Jim'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TkVDmqmVZtI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/TkVDmqmVZtI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&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/123810329516296830-6254521963872663120?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/6254521963872663120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-flashback-jim-croce-1971-1972.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/6254521963872663120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/6254521963872663120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-flashback-jim-croce-1971-1972.html' title='Friday Flashback - Jim Croce -  (1971 &amp; 1972)'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-4878961661691844899</id><published>2010-07-30T22:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T22:19:56.687-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1965'/><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - 1965</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'Mr Tambourine Man'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Byrds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/06rGW0AQGiY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/06rGW0AQGiY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/123810329516296830-4878961661691844899?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/4878961661691844899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/07/friday-flashback-1965.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/4878961661691844899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/4878961661691844899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/07/friday-flashback-1965.html' title='Friday Flashback - 1965'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-4440029416669543446</id><published>2010-07-23T23:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T23:43:01.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - 1970</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'Mama Told Me Not To Come'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Three Dog Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rKaQzQAlNn4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/rKaQzQAlNn4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/123810329516296830-4440029416669543446?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/4440029416669543446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/07/friday-flashback-1970.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/4440029416669543446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/4440029416669543446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/07/friday-flashback-1970.html' title='Friday Flashback - 1970'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-1202173010387127351</id><published>2010-07-16T17:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T17:48:42.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - 1973</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Goodbye Yellow Brick Road"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Elton John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U7wwZVB4yMI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/U7wwZVB4yMI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&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/123810329516296830-1202173010387127351?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/1202173010387127351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/07/goodbye-yellow-brick-road-elton-john.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/1202173010387127351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/1202173010387127351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/07/goodbye-yellow-brick-road-elton-john.html' title='Friday Flashback - 1973'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-7813816349057388863</id><published>2010-07-09T16:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T16:48:17.254-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - 1969</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahhhh .. the memories!   Thanks, Greg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baby, I Love You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Andy Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6J4x2AOLoB0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/6J4x2AOLoB0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&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/123810329516296830-7813816349057388863?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/7813816349057388863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/07/friday-flashback-1969.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/7813816349057388863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/7813816349057388863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/07/friday-flashback-1969.html' title='Friday Flashback - 1969'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-8529021592060030034</id><published>2010-07-02T16:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T16:30:00.478-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1972'/><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - 1972</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Go ahead &amp;amp; light the incense and turn it ALL the way up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Smoke on the Water'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Deep Purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9f7LwuVF8Oo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/9f7LwuVF8Oo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&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/123810329516296830-8529021592060030034?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/8529021592060030034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/07/friday-flashback-1972.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/8529021592060030034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/8529021592060030034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/07/friday-flashback-1972.html' title='Friday Flashback - 1972'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-8376155745393687279</id><published>2010-07-01T19:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T19:48:03.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amazing story ... may the winds of change carry it to the ends of the earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timschraeder.com/2010/06/30/a-different-kind-of-demonstration-at-gay-pride/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.timschraeder.com/2010/06/30/a-different-kind-of-demonstration-at-gay-pride/&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/123810329516296830-8376155745393687279?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/8376155745393687279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/8376155745393687279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/8376155745393687279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-2011787880315525875</id><published>2010-06-25T18:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T23:43:37.998-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breast reconstruction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trigger thumbs'/><title type='text'>A Year Ago Today and Once Again Down the Surgery Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One year ago today I had a bilateral mastectomy and 11 lymph nodes removed.   It was the beginning of a long road of recovery from the surgery and chemo.   I've come a long way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the surgery was for a good thing!    I decided to go ahead &amp;amp; give breast reconstruction a try.   Not so much because I missed my breasts (no bra is very nice!), but more because of difficulty of finding clothes other than tees that fit/looked right, and because I've been using double-stick tape to tape my shirts so you couldn't see my scars when I bent over.   I didn't want to spend the rest of my life investing in double-stick tape &amp;amp; worrying about people seeing what 'wasn't' under my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Monday the 14th I had the first surgery to insert expanders.  They are like a thick balloon with a port where fluid will be injected every couple of weeks until the skin is stretched enough to accommodate the size implant I want.   In a few months (hopefully by the end of the year), I'll have another surgery to have the expanders taken out &amp;amp; permanent implants put in.   No more DD - I'm aiming for a C+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I would already be off work a couple of weeks, I decided to have another surgery the following Monday (the 21st), in order to avoid having to be off work again in a few weeks.  This was to repair both trigger thumbs which would require being off about a week.   So now I'm done with both &amp;amp; will be going back to work on Monday the 28th.    The trigger thumbs were a direct result of the Femara I take to keep the breast cancer from returning.  Annoying side-effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've been perforated all over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to surgeries that make life better!&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/123810329516296830-2011787880315525875?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/2011787880315525875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/06/once-again-down-surgery-road.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/2011787880315525875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/2011787880315525875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/06/once-again-down-surgery-road.html' title='A Year Ago Today and Once Again Down the Surgery Road'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-2980339058775655601</id><published>2010-06-25T18:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T18:33:44.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - 1968</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrs Robinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Simon &amp;amp; Garfunkel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QsUKKOPak_s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/QsUKKOPak_s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 'The Graduate' .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-3lKbMBab18&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/-3lKbMBab18&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/123810329516296830-2980339058775655601?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/2980339058775655601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/06/friday-flashback-1968.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/2980339058775655601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/2980339058775655601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/06/friday-flashback-1968.html' title='Friday Flashback - 1968'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-2935901965754962274</id><published>2010-06-19T21:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T21:23:04.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Flashback a Day Late - 1962</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Especially for my sissie ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'Soldier Boy'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Shirelles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BMu24ItpJN0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BMu24ItpJN0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&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/123810329516296830-2935901965754962274?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/2935901965754962274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/06/friday-flashback-day-late-1962.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/2935901965754962274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/2935901965754962274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/06/friday-flashback-day-late-1962.html' title='Friday Flashback a Day Late - 1962'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-4011299391896260841</id><published>2010-06-11T22:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T23:09:35.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For My Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On a Sunday morning you started fighting your way into this world.&lt;br /&gt;On a Wednesday afternoon you finally emerged with strong kicks and a lusty cry.&lt;br /&gt;The birthing process wasn't easy for either of us.&lt;br /&gt;As thrilled as I was to be able to cuddle you in my arms, I missed holding you in my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Tuesday morning you walked away from me into your first day of pre-school.&lt;br /&gt;On a Friday evening you donned cap and gown and lifted high your diploma.&lt;br /&gt;The birthing process wasn't easy for either of us.&lt;br /&gt;As thrilled as I was to see you grow and learn, I missed cuddling you in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Saturday morning you packed up clothes and 18 years of treasures.&lt;br /&gt;On a Sunday evening you spent your first night in your own apartment.&lt;br /&gt;The birthing process wasn't easy for either of us.&lt;br /&gt;As thrilled as I was to see you asserting your independence, I missed watching you grow and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Monday morning you loaded a truck and moved 800 miles away.&lt;br /&gt;On a Thursday afternoon you put me teary-eyed on a plane back to my empty nest.&lt;br /&gt;The birthing process wasn't easy for either of us.&lt;br /&gt;As thrilled as I was to see you bravely facing new challenges, I missed watching you discover your independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not a day you are not foremost in my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;There is not a day you do not consume my heart.&lt;br /&gt;The birthing process hasn't been easy for either of us.&lt;br /&gt;As thrilled as I am to see the man you've become, I will forever miss my little boy.&lt;br /&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/123810329516296830-4011299391896260841?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/4011299391896260841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/06/for-my-son.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/4011299391896260841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/4011299391896260841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/06/for-my-son.html' title='For My Son'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-6969625381098565643</id><published>2010-06-11T07:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T07:06:40.043-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1969'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ccr'/><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - August 1969</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Green River - CCR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(John Fogerty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v9XmGf40pn4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v9XmGf40pn4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, take me back down where cool water flows, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Let me remember things I love,&lt;br /&gt;Stoppin' at the log where catfish bite,&lt;br /&gt;Walkin' along the river road at night,&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot girls dancin' in the moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the bullfrog callin' me.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if my rope's still hangin' to the tree.&lt;br /&gt;Love to kick my feet 'way down the shallow water.&lt;br /&gt;Shoefly, dragonfly, get back t'your mother.&lt;br /&gt;Pick up a flat rock, skip it across Green River.&lt;br /&gt;Welllllll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up at Cody's camp I spent my days, oh,&lt;br /&gt;With flat car riders and cross-tie walkers&lt;br /&gt;. Old Cody, Junior took me over,&lt;br /&gt;Said, "You're gonna find the world is smould'rin'.&lt;br /&gt;And if you get lost come on home to Green River."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welllllll!&lt;br /&gt;Come on home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123810329516296830-6969625381098565643?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/6969625381098565643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/06/friday-flashback-aug-1969.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/6969625381098565643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/6969625381098565643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/06/friday-flashback-aug-1969.html' title='Friday Flashback - August 1969'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-604652110880180163</id><published>2010-06-04T18:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T21:39:57.307-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Episcopal church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virgin Mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Goddess'/><title type='text'>Finding My Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;For most of my life I simply accepted what I was told to believe; I rarely questioned because that was frowned upon.  I was fine with that for many years .. I did what I was told, I strived to be what those around me expected me to be .  After some challenging personal experiences I began to lose faith in God.  I felt abandoned, like he had let me down when I needed him the most.   Once I was on 'the other side', I learned those who called themselves 'Christians' had very little compassion for those of us who were struggling spiritually. Over a period of time I came to cringe when someone told me they were Christian.  I associated that with narrow-minded hatred for anyone different, hypocrisy, and self-righteousness.  I distinctly remember commenting at work one day .. 'forget the lions, God save us from the Christians'.  I wanted nothing to do with those who proclaimed themselves to be so good, yet treated others with disdain and criticism.   What I saw in churches was very little of 'God's love'; more a society proclaiming 'look how good we are &amp;amp; how bad you are'.    Those little 'what would Jesus do' bracelets adorned the wrists of those who spread vicious gossip, whose mouths were full of venom.   At the same time, I longed for that relationship with God that I had once known.  I missed it.   I didn't know how to get back.  I certainly didn't want to go back to where I had come from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my breast surgery and the subsequent chemo, I had an unexplainable peace.  I wondered how I could be so calm, but I had no doubt I would be just fine.  I had no inclination to ask God for help.  He hadn't been there for me before, why would he be now?  I didn't ask for prayers.  I knew I was on my own.  But somewhere during those long days I recognized a distinctly feminine presence.   The Goddess?   The Virgin Mary?   My grandmother's kind, soothing spirit?   I may never know the answer to that question, but I have chosen to believe the spirit of the Blessed Virgin Mary enfolded me in her loving arms.  Could it be the Goddess who was obliterated was actually incarnate in the Virgin Mary?   Perhaps I'll never have an understanding.  And that's alright.  I no longer feel like a heretic for asking the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After chemo treatment, I knew I needed to regain a sense of community, of interacting with others instead of withdrawing from society.  I suppose I could have joined a bridge club, but I decided to try to find a church where I felt like I fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my criteria:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A church that treated all people with dignity and respect.&lt;br /&gt;A church where I didn't have to check my brain at the door.&lt;br /&gt;A place that encouraged my questions.  After all, can truth not withstand questions?&lt;br /&gt;A group of people who didn't think of themselves as 'better', that didn't harshly judge others.&lt;br /&gt;A place that allowed for a degree of individual interpretation rather than a rigid dictate of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't think that place existed.  I prayed that if there was indeed a place for me, that I would be able to find it.  I took away denominational parameters and opened my mind to something different.  In January I started visiting a different church each Sunday.  In years past I had visited the Unitarian .. wonderful people with kind, open hearts, but not quite right for me.   I had also attended Christmas Eve Mass at the Catholic Church for many years.  I was drawn to the beautiful liturgical worship, but again, not exactly right.  I visited a couple of Lutheran churches, a couple of Methodist, a Presbyterian.  Two seemed like possibilities.  One very openly expressed that same 'we're righteous and everyone else is going to hell' attitude.  No thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Then on a cold, snowy morning in  February, I walked into an Episcopal Church &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;just minutes from my house.  I  had only a few fuzzy sprigs of hair on my head and still had much of the ‘chemo  look’.   I was greeted by a kind lady who welcomed me and inquired if I had ever attended an Episcopal service before.  No, never.  She introduced me to a charter member who sat with me  &amp;amp; guided me through the service.  I experienced an overwhelming peaceful,  loving atmosphere and a beautiful service that was very different for me.   The sermon was extolling the magnificence of God, true worship rather than entertainment or a cheerleading section for the home team.  The  next Sunday I continued my quest and went to another area church.  I remember thinking ‘Oh .. I wish I had gone to St. Timothy’s!’.    The next  Sunday I did just that.  When I walked through the door, I felt my body and my  spirit relax .. it felt like ‘coming home’.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;St Timothy’s is a small parish, but one of the warmest,  most loving congregations I have ever met.  Every person attending service that  morning greeted me.   No one asked, 'who are you?  Where do you work?   Why are you here?'   They simply said, 'we're really glad you're here'.    Do you know how unusual that is?   I have been embraced by  people who truly display the love of Christ.   The parish Priest has been very  generous with his time for counseling, guiding me in restoring my relationship  with God, and setting aside time every week to answer my questions and teach me  of the Episcopal faith.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I have felt accepted and loved from the moment I  walked through those red doors with my bald head.   For the first time in my life I  actually feel like I ‘fit in’.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;For the first time in my life I'm exploring my own faith instead  of blindly accepting someone else's.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;I have found my place.   That is an amazing  blessing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Holy Father, thank you for leading me on a different path.&lt;br /&gt;Let me see beyond the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;façade of those called by your name who&lt;br /&gt;have none of your grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Divine Mother, thank you for opening my mind and restoring my faith.&lt;br /&gt;Please help me begin to give back the love and acceptance I have so&lt;br /&gt;generously been given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/123810329516296830-604652110880180163?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/604652110880180163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/06/finding-my-place.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/604652110880180163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/604652110880180163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/06/finding-my-place.html' title='Finding My Place'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-5826621366070228759</id><published>2010-06-03T20:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T15:36:06.456-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1961'/><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - 1961</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, so really I posted this right before I left for work on Friday morning .. so why is the date showing up for Thursday???  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tokens - 'The Lion Sleeps Tonight'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_LBmUwi6mEo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_LBmUwi6mEo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/123810329516296830-5826621366070228759?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/5826621366070228759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/06/friday-flashback-1961_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/5826621366070228759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/5826621366070228759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/06/friday-flashback-1961_03.html' title='Friday Flashback - 1961'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-7738525296597639389</id><published>2010-05-28T19:09:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T22:49:40.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The incredible advantage of rebuilding your life one piece at a time ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The first words out of my mouth when I listened to the report that said 'probable malignancy' were .. 'I don't have time for this!'.  The weeks that followed were a process of dismantling my life, letting go of everything that wasn't absolutely necessary.  Thinking I couldn't possibly be away from work for more than a couple of weeks, I ended up being off for six months for surgery and chemo.  I entered a comforting cocoon of focusing only on healing and very little else.  Those closest to me seemed amazed that I was able to have such a positive outlook.  It's easy to be positive when you're living in a protective bubble.  No work stress, no worrying about housecleaning, no set schedule other than doctor's appointments and treatments.  My every need anticipated and and met by my son, sister, and close friends. The whole world stood still while I took the breast cancer ride.  Many days were my '2x2' routine .. up two hours, a two hour nap.  If I felt well, maybe a walk, or sitting on the deck in the sunshine listening to the birds.  If I didn't, I could dive into my bed anytime I wanted.  One focus .. give my body and spirit all it needed to overcome cancer.   It worked.   The cancer is gone, I'm back to work, and rebuilding my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot of things (maybe I should make a top-20 list of those things).   At the top of the list was learning what was truly important in my life, and what could be eliminated.   When you remove everything (and I mean literally *everything*) except nurturing your soul, you have the incredible advantage of rebuilding your life one piece at a time.  I had long hours to sort through my own beliefs, my own faith; what I wanted for the rest of my life.   It was time to come through on the other side with a new sense of the essence of my own soul, a new confidence in my strength, a new appreciation for the woman I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off and on for the last few years I've battled depression, looking for a way out, feeling like I was all alone, abandoned by friends, sometimes family, and even God.  I had gradually withdrawn from any emotional attachment.  My life was primarily work, coming home to watch the old 60's soap opera, 'Dark Shadows', and cuddling with my beloved kitty, Badajan.  I didn't realize how much I had isolated myself.   Cancer taught me that I not only want to live, but I want to revel in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In January I went back to work.  I danced down the hallway singing .. 'I'm back, I'm back!'.  It was so good to know I still had a job, I still had my office; I could resume my life.  Only now I had a choice to add back only those things I truly wanted.  I gave much thought to my faith and started searching for a place I could express and nurture that faith in an atmosphere of loving, caring, unpretentious people .. a place where I actually fit in.  I wasn't so sure that place existed (and that's a whole 'nother post .. 'Finding My Place'). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I take workplace politics less seriously, I've recognized I'm not a heretic because I embrace a Sacred Feminine presence, I made peace with God after many years of feeling like He let me down.  I take time to watch &amp;amp; listen to the birds.   When friends invite me to join them for dinner, I say 'yes!'.   If I want to spend all evening relaxing and watching a movie, I do it and don't feel guilty because my furniture's dusty.  Now I make time for 'girlie weekends' with my sister and niece.  I've worked diligently on making my home my sanctuary.   I'm burning the pretty candles.   I'm opening a bottle of wine just for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm in a shop choosing what I want in my life, in my future.   I'll take one of those, no, I don't want that, oh yes .. I definitely want one of those,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Cancer for ripping all the 'stuff' out of my life.   I'm rebuilding it my own way .. one piece at a time. &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/123810329516296830-7738525296597639389?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/7738525296597639389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/05/incredible-advantage-of-rebuilding-your.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/7738525296597639389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/7738525296597639389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/05/incredible-advantage-of-rebuilding-your.html' title='The incredible advantage of rebuilding your life one piece at a time ...'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-2780399960082406032</id><published>2010-05-27T19:44:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T07:04:20.965-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jim Reeves'/><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - Jim Reeves (August 20, 1923–July 31, 1964)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll Have to Go - 1960&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bpi8Bek6jdM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bpi8Bek6jdM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Welcome to My World - 1964&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CLQl5Raj-Ic&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CLQl5Raj-Ic&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Distant Drums - 1966 (Posthumous)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9AqESKOaeGk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9AqESKOaeGk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&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/123810329516296830-2780399960082406032?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/2780399960082406032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/05/friday-flashback-jim-reeves-august-20_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/2780399960082406032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/2780399960082406032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/05/friday-flashback-jim-reeves-august-20_27.html' title='Friday Flashback - Jim Reeves (August 20, 1923–July 31, 1964)'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-8704280820439895736</id><published>2010-05-23T19:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T19:22:56.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Ms Linda!</title><content type='html'>A quick note to say thank you to http://heartsongshymnal.blogspot.com/ for sharing the technicalities of embedding video clips in my blog.  It was her 'Sunday Sounds' that led me to posting 'Friday Flashbacks'.  Hoping to be back to writing very soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123810329516296830-8704280820439895736?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/8704280820439895736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/05/thanks-ms-linda.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/8704280820439895736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/8704280820439895736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/05/thanks-ms-linda.html' title='Thanks Ms Linda!'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-7694144705325446546</id><published>2010-05-21T17:48:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T18:27:32.778-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peter paul and mary'/><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - 1963</title><content type='html'>Finally got to order glasses this week .. hoping they are in by the end of next week.   Thennnn I'll be able to see and can catch up on blogging!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Yarrow, Paul Stookey, and Mary Travers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3t4g_1VoGw4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/3t4g_1VoGw4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blowin' in the Wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thank you Bob Dylan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many roads must a man walk down,&lt;br /&gt;before you call him a man?&lt;br /&gt;How many seas must a white dove fly,&lt;br /&gt;before she sleeps in the sand?&lt;br /&gt;And how many times must a cannon ball fly,&lt;br /&gt;before they're forever banned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;the answer is blowing in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many years can a mountain exist,&lt;br /&gt;before it is washed to the sea?&lt;br /&gt;How many years can some people exist,&lt;br /&gt;before they're allowed to be free?&lt;br /&gt;And how many times can a man turn his head,&lt;br /&gt;and pretend that he just doesn't see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;the answer is blowing in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times must a man look up,&lt;br /&gt;before he sees the sky?&lt;br /&gt;And how many ears must one man have,&lt;br /&gt;before he can hear people cry ?&lt;br /&gt;And how many deaths will it take till we know,&lt;br /&gt;that too many people have died?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;the answer is blowing in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;the answer is blowing in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while we're in 1963 ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hrIQcStJ86Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/hrIQcStJ86Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain&lt;br /&gt;Telling me just what a fool I've been&lt;br /&gt;I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain&lt;br /&gt;And let me be alone again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only girl I care about has gone away&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a brand new start&lt;br /&gt;But little does she know&lt;br /&gt;That when she left that day&lt;br /&gt;Along with her she took my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain please tell me now does that seem fair&lt;br /&gt;For her to steal my heart away when she don't care&lt;br /&gt;I can't love another when my hearts somewhere far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only girl I care about has gone away&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a brand new start&lt;br /&gt;But little does she know that when she left that day&lt;br /&gt;Along with her she took my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Instrumental Interlude]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain won't you tell her that I love her so&lt;br /&gt;Please ask the sun to set her heart aglow&lt;br /&gt;Rain in her heart and let the love we knew start to grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain&lt;br /&gt;Telling me just what a fool I've been&lt;br /&gt;I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain&lt;br /&gt;And let me be alone again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, listen to the falling rain&lt;br /&gt;Pitter patter, pitter patter&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, listen to the falling rain&lt;br /&gt;Pitter patter, pitter patter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123810329516296830-7694144705325446546?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/7694144705325446546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/05/friday-flashback-1963.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/7694144705325446546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/7694144705325446546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/05/friday-flashback-1963.html' title='Friday Flashback - 1963'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-373187290182961636</id><published>2010-05-14T16:47:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T23:09:16.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - 1965</title><content type='html'>My Girl - The Temptations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LbAaLdLguLo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LbAaLdLguLo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&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/123810329516296830-373187290182961636?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/373187290182961636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/05/friday-flashback-1965.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/373187290182961636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/373187290182961636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/05/friday-flashback-1965.html' title='Friday Flashback - 1965'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-7265150528293171191</id><published>2010-05-07T17:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T23:04:28.583-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aretha franklin'/><title type='text'>Friday Flashback - 1968</title><content type='html'>Go ahead .. turn it all the way up and dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chain of Fools&lt;br /&gt;The Queen - Aretha Franklin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ffl3KxY3g4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ffl3KxY3g4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&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/123810329516296830-7265150528293171191?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/7265150528293171191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/05/friday-flasback-1968.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/7265150528293171191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/7265150528293171191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/05/friday-flasback-1968.html' title='Friday Flashback - 1968'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-1892489870763273530</id><published>2010-05-05T20:47:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T21:13:52.824-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1967'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procol harum'/><title type='text'>Flashback - 1967</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of my favorites.  Isn't it amazing how songs unlock vivid memories for us?  Even over 40 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Whiter Shade Of Pale&lt;br /&gt;Procol Harum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mb3iPP-tHdA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mb3iPP-tHdA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We skipped a light fandango,&lt;br /&gt;Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling kind of seasick,&lt;br /&gt;But the crowd called out for more.&lt;br /&gt;The room was humming harder,&lt;br /&gt;As the ceiling flew away.&lt;br /&gt;When we called out for another drink,&lt;br /&gt;The waiter brought a tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it was that later,&lt;br /&gt;As the miller told his tale,&lt;br /&gt;That her face at first just ghostly,&lt;br /&gt;Turned a whiter shade of pale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said there is no reason,&lt;br /&gt;And the truth is plain to see&lt;br /&gt;That I wandered through my playing cards,&lt;br /&gt;And would not let her be&lt;br /&gt;One of sixteen vestal virgins&lt;br /&gt;Who were leaving for the coast.&lt;br /&gt;And although my eyes were open,&lt;br /&gt;They might just as well have been closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it was later,&lt;br /&gt;As the miller told his tale,&lt;br /&gt;That her face at first just ghostly,&lt;br /&gt;Turned a whiter shade of pale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123810329516296830-1892489870763273530?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/1892489870763273530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/05/flashback-1967.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/1892489870763273530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/1892489870763273530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/05/flashback-1967.html' title='Flashback - 1967'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-1776887008396285340</id><published>2010-05-03T19:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T23:07:46.269-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aretha franklin'/><title type='text'>Flashback - 1968</title><content type='html'>The Queen - Aretha Franklin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ffl3KxY3g4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ffl3KxY3g4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&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/123810329516296830-1776887008396285340?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/1776887008396285340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/05/friday-flashback-1968.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/1776887008396285340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/1776887008396285340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/05/friday-flashback-1968.html' title='Flashback - 1968'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-7407819345102496915</id><published>2010-04-28T20:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T20:25:32.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In two more weeks I'll be able to order new glasses &amp;amp; I'll be able to see my 'puter again, which means I'll be able to finally blog about some recent thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming Soon ... 'The incredible advantage of rebuilding your life one piece at a time', and 'Finding my place'.&lt;br /&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/123810329516296830-7407819345102496915?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/7407819345102496915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/04/coming-soon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/7407819345102496915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/7407819345102496915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/04/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-6376274618303212305</id><published>2010-04-20T19:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T23:16:00.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Satchmo!</title><content type='html'>Especially for Deacon ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMMtdVQLTpE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/dMMtdVQLTpE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/123810329516296830-6376274618303212305?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/6376274618303212305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/04/remembering-satchmo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/6376274618303212305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/6376274618303212305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/04/remembering-satchmo.html' title='Remembering Satchmo!'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-6103693339297655763</id><published>2010-04-09T17:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T17:47:06.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Earlier this week I got lab results that said the cancer cells are gone .. yayyyyy!   Today I had my port removed.   It seems like the end of a long journey, but in reality it's only the beginning.  It's the end of surgery (unless I decide to have reconstruction), the end of chemo, the end of the bulging port on my chest, the end of the cancer ride.  But it's only the beginning of a much happier life.   How can that be?   I want to go out on my deck and yell to all my neighbors .. 'I'm clear !   I'm happy!'.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm truly alive for the first time in a  very long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Father, thank you for restoring my health.&lt;br /&gt;You have ordered my steps when I thought I was lost.&lt;br /&gt;Divine Mother, thank you for restoring my soul.&lt;br /&gt;You have whispered peace to my heart in the midst of turmoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Father, I searched for you in lofty places,&lt;br /&gt;And found you within my own heart.&lt;br /&gt;Queen of Heaven, I wondered if you existed,&lt;br /&gt;And found you in the air I breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123810329516296830-6103693339297655763?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/6103693339297655763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/04/wonderful-news.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/6103693339297655763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/6103693339297655763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/04/wonderful-news.html' title='Wonderful News!'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-4405920958194221933</id><published>2010-03-25T20:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:03:50.100-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nightmares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night screams'/><title type='text'>Sunshine &amp; Rain .. Peace &amp; Nightmares</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last weekend I had the most wonderful time with friends in a cabin in North Carolina.  Days with shopping the cozy shops in Boone &amp;amp; Blowing Rock, and viewing one of the awesome fresco paintings at Holy Trinity Episcopal Church in Glendale Springs.   Nights were listening to the rain &amp;amp; sitting by the fire, cuddling, sharing philosophical thoughts, breathing in the quiet peacefulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that wonderful weekend however, an old demon returned to haunt me .. a recurring nightmare that propels me into a screaming fit in my sleep.  I woke up everyone in the cabin before I could get myself awake.  Usually that happens when I'm either over-heated or over-stressed, and this time I was neither.  I was comfy, felt safe and secure, and was very relaxed.   The only explanation I can come up with is an explosive release of residual stress.  I suspect I darn near caused a coronary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I promise to behave next time, can we go again ?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Father, thank you for the love of friends.&lt;br /&gt;Help me return the love I have so generously been given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divine Mother, thank you for the beauty of the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;Help me see your face in both the sunshine and the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/123810329516296830-4405920958194221933?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/4405920958194221933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-awesome-weekend.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/4405920958194221933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/4405920958194221933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-awesome-weekend.html' title='Sunshine &amp; Rain .. Peace &amp; Nightmares'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-5953732834496735468</id><published>2010-03-13T20:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T20:44:30.199-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Helen Ga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><title type='text'>Girlie Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I had the wonderful delight of spending time with my sister &amp;amp; niece last weekend.   We ran away to a cabin in the mountains of northern Georgia for a 'girlie' weekend.  Giggles &amp;amp; shopping, wine &amp;amp; a fire (in the fireplace not the kitchen), cookies &amp;amp; quiet heart-to-heart talks, dancing in pj's &amp;amp; peaceful rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During chemo, we had talked about how much we wanted to go to Helen, Ga, but I wasn't sure I would ever have enough energy to do that again, at least not for a very long time.  It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't have my full strength back, but I seem to be able to tell a difference every week.  I have fuzzy hair and eyelashes, I'm making it through the work-day much better, and I've even been able to do a few things after work several days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rediscovering my faith and seem to be finding a new niche.   As bizarre as it sounds, I am a much happier little girl since surgery/chemo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.   I'm excited about it for the first time in a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Father, thank you for the refreshing of my spirit.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Mother, thank you for the calming of my soul.&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/123810329516296830-5953732834496735468?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/5953732834496735468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/03/girlie-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/5953732834496735468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/5953732834496735468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/03/girlie-weekend.html' title='Girlie Weekend'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-4142680315545826634</id><published>2010-02-28T19:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:05:07.798-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renewal'/><title type='text'>Spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am excited for spring for a variety of reasons.  I usually like the cold winter weather, but I am looking forward to spring's warmth, to be able to sit on my deck and watch the delightful birdies who visit my feeders.   I feel like I've come through a cold season in my life, not because of breast cancer, but because of a closing of my heart for very many years.   The breast cancer was my awakening of how valuable life truly is, a realigning of priorities, and a realization that I do need others.  I seem to be in a season of transition, of wanting to move forward, physically, emotionally, and spiritually.  As our Divine Mother clothes the earth in the beauty of springtime, I sense a renewal of my own spirit.  And I'm excited!&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/123810329516296830-4142680315545826634?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/4142680315545826634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/02/spring.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/4142680315545826634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/4142680315545826634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/02/spring.html' title='Spring!'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-4764012802157450974</id><published>2010-02-24T20:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:46:40.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one of my favorite things ...</title><content type='html'>Go ahead and stand up .. you know you're gonna have to dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tunvwCvu2NY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/tunvwCvu2NY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby take off your coat&lt;br /&gt;Real slow&lt;br /&gt;Take off your shoes&lt;br /&gt;I'll take off your shoes&lt;br /&gt;Baby take off your dress&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can leave your hat on&lt;br /&gt;You can leave your hat on&lt;br /&gt;You can leave your hat on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go over there, turn on the light&lt;br /&gt;Hey, all the lights&lt;br /&gt;Come over here, stand on that chair&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's right&lt;br /&gt;Raise your arms up in the air&lt;br /&gt;Now shake 'em&lt;br /&gt;You give me reason to live&lt;br /&gt;You give me reason to live&lt;br /&gt;You give me reason to live&lt;br /&gt;You give me reason to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet darling, (you can leave your hat on)&lt;br /&gt;You can leave your hat on&lt;br /&gt;Baby, (you can leave your hat on)&lt;br /&gt;You can leave your hat on&lt;br /&gt;(You can leave your hat on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You can leave your hat on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspicious minds are talkin'&lt;br /&gt;They're tryin' to tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;They don't believe in this love of mine&lt;br /&gt;They don't know what love is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't know what love is&lt;br /&gt;They don't know what love is&lt;br /&gt;They don't know what love is&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know what love is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no way&lt;br /&gt;(You can leave your hat on)&lt;br /&gt;You can leave your hat on&lt;br /&gt;(You can leave your hat on)&lt;br /&gt;Give me the reason to live&lt;br /&gt;(You can leave your hat on)&lt;br /&gt;You can leave your hat on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123810329516296830-4764012802157450974?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/4764012802157450974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-one-of-my-favorite-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/4764012802157450974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/4764012802157450974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-one-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='Another one of my favorite things ...'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-4792588871600943473</id><published>2010-02-21T18:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T18:57:25.943-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lent'/><title type='text'>A Prayer for the First Sunday of Lent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Holy Father, help me renew my faith in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Help me cease my judgment of others,&lt;br /&gt;Turning instead to inspect my own life, my own faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Holy Father, help me grow in your Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divine Mother, help me share your kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Help me replace the emotion of hate&lt;br /&gt;With the virtue of forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;Divine Mother, help me be an oasis to others, as you are to me.&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/123810329516296830-4792588871600943473?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/4792588871600943473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/02/prayer-for-first-sunday-of-lent.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/4792588871600943473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/4792588871600943473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/02/prayer-for-first-sunday-of-lent.html' title='A Prayer for the First Sunday of Lent'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-5263806516616414245</id><published>2010-02-14T17:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T17:55:13.576-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>And that's ok ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I didn't realize it was Valentine's Day until this afternoon.  It's been a little over ten years since I heard the words 'I love you' (other than family &amp;amp; very close friends).  And that's ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've loved in my lifetime, perhaps one time too many.  I recognize that I'm not likely to love again .. closed hearts rarely re-open.  And that's ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once described my heart as residing in an inner chamber in a stone fortress.  Very few are invited in.  It's cool, it's protected.  And that's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this Valentine's Day, I celebrate the love I see in others.  I don't look for a 'great love';  I hold in my heart the joy of loves-past.  And that's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Holy Father, strengthen my fortress that I may remain content and happy with my life.&lt;br /&gt;Divine Mother, help me to reflect the love of others and display your gentleness and kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/123810329516296830-5263806516616414245?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/5263806516616414245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-thats-ok.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/5263806516616414245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/5263806516616414245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-thats-ok.html' title='And that&apos;s ok ...'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-9112551681607164808</id><published>2010-02-04T19:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T19:26:56.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cup-Holder's Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today when I switched cd's in my computer from Johnny Lang to Ladysmith Black Mambazo, I remembered something a former co-worker had done many years ago.   You have to understand that when I first started working we stamped bills paid with a rubber stamp and had paper cards for every customer that were kept in bins that circled around like a Ferris wheel.   We eventually got 'terminals' that were connected to the company network &amp;amp; we could access the customer accounting system (two of us shared one terminal).   Thennnnn we got pc's.   Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady that entered our payroll had never used a pc before, and she found it was apparently shoddy-built because her cup holder didn't last anytime at all.   I remember the look on the IT tech's face when she called him &amp;amp; he came careening around the corner to see what the heck she was talking about.   Yep .. she had been putting her Pal's tea  (for those of you not from the south, that's a 32 oz styrofoam cup full of the best iced tea you've ever had) in the cd drive tray.   It cracked.   When it cracked, it poked her cup and her precious tea was leaking.  Confounded pc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You've got to be kidding me',  he asked with wide eyes.   She replied, 'Absolutely not; I've used this thing less than a month &amp;amp; it's already broken!'     With tight lips he unhooked her computer and carried it off to replace the cd drive.  I heard him mutter as he huffed around the corner ... 'some people just don't need a computer!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then, when I see him in the hallway I can't resist saying, 'Hey Bill, I think my cup-holder's broken!'.&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/123810329516296830-9112551681607164808?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/9112551681607164808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-cup-holders-broken.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/9112551681607164808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/9112551681607164808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-cup-holders-broken.html' title='My Cup-Holder&apos;s Broken'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-7028809955452014174</id><published>2010-01-31T08:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T09:18:44.721-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Odd dreams'/><title type='text'>Odd Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The last couple of nights I tried a different sleep med.  It was a very restless sleep, waking up, rolling over &amp;amp; going back to sleep every hour.  But evidently I *did* sleep some, because I had odd dreams both nights.  One last night is worth sharing - and if anyone can analyze it - go for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled out of the garage on the motorcycle my former husband &amp;amp; I had.  This was the one that was way too tall for me, but in the dream it was no longer a Kawasaki, but a Harley FatBoy, sans helmet.  I rode along a winding road to an old cafe.   I took my tray thru a cafeteria line and got a grilled cheese sandwich &amp;amp; ordered fried okra, (which the lady brought out to me because it wasn't done yet).  The bowl of okra was huge! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was finishing up, a very young, very handsome man came over &amp;amp; sat across from me explaining (with an accent) he had ordered a piece of chocolate pie and couldn't possibly eat it all; would I share?   Well of course I would share .. it was after all Chocolate!   He carefully cut the piece of pie &amp;amp; plopped my half on the greasy plate where my grilled cheese had been.  As we were finishing and I was thanking him, he looked at me sheepishly and said he was so sorry but he didn't have any money to pay for his meal or the pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not feeling the least bit of compassion, and highly annoyed that he had planned it from the beginning (overweight, middle-aged women are good targets, considering we're all supposed to be terribly lonely and vulnerable),  I fished out $10 and paid for my  sandwich &amp;amp; okra and with the change gave him $3 for my half of the pie.  Turned around and walked out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on the bike, this time *with* a helmet, I made a half circle to pull out of the parking lot and back onto the highway.  As I turned, I caught a glimpse of two teen-aged girls giggling and pointing my way.   End of dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I get the loss of youth and returning to my past.   I get the humiliation factor.   I get that the accent came from a recent Subway experience my son had.   But what the heck was the grilled cheese &amp;amp; okra????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight will be back to the old sleep med.    It's $90 instead of $12 for the others ... but really - motorcycles &amp;amp; okra????&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/123810329516296830-7028809955452014174?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/7028809955452014174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/01/odd-dreams.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/7028809955452014174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/7028809955452014174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/01/odd-dreams.html' title='Odd Dreams'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-1129633725499534750</id><published>2010-01-30T13:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T13:32:35.178-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divine Mother'/><title type='text'>Snowy-Day Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Divine Mother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have blanketed our land with cold, crisp snow&lt;br /&gt;    that stills the rush and silences the sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us quiet our hearts and slow our minds to ponder&lt;br /&gt;    your peacefulness and renew our spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have blessed us with beauty and reach to calm us;&lt;br /&gt;We thank you, our Mother, and accept your peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/S2R6PRXsLdI/AAAAAAAAADo/XNioujt5O8c/s1600-h/013010+Blanketed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/S2R6PRXsLdI/AAAAAAAAADo/XNioujt5O8c/s200/013010+Blanketed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432601453295054290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/123810329516296830-1129633725499534750?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/1129633725499534750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/01/snowy-day-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/1129633725499534750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/1129633725499534750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/01/snowy-day-thoughts.html' title='Snowy-Day Thoughts'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/S2R6PRXsLdI/AAAAAAAAADo/XNioujt5O8c/s72-c/013010+Blanketed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-5050603667357499331</id><published>2010-01-28T20:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:41:36.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is Well ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This has been a much better week for me.  Tensions at work have calmed.  I had my job performance review today, and it was one of the best I've ever had.  Much is forgiven.  Now .. if I could just find a way to remember that when it really counts, people come through for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago I sang in a church choir, one of whose favorite songs was "It Is Well With My Soul" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Horatio Spafford &amp;amp; Phillip Bliss)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a good life.  I forget sometimes to be thankful for all that is good, focusing rather on the small things that seem wrong.   I am reminded it is indeed well with my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wPFVijGcLtI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wPFVijGcLtI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When peace like a river, attendeth my way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When sorrows like sea billows roll;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is well, it is well, with my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Refrain:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is well, with my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is well, with my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is well, it is well, with my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123810329516296830-5050603667357499331?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/5050603667357499331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-is-well.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/5050603667357499331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/5050603667357499331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-is-well.html' title='It Is Well ...'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-1596914744970192764</id><published>2010-01-24T18:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:22:39.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Know How Beautiful You Are ?  (For Heartsong)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My wonderful friend Heartsong usually posts 'Sunday Sounds' at &lt;/span&gt;http://heartsongshymnal.blogspot.com/.      &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No post for today.&lt;br /&gt;So until you share your beautiful music with us, I am posting this&lt;br /&gt;one in your honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FhOFjAtdlIU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/FhOFjAtdlIU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Do you know how beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Do you know how beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Children do you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; How beautiful you really are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Do you know how beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Do you know how beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; If you only knew how beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You really are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You really are beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Have you heard the legend of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; The queen in sorrow's robes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; She found she was a statue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; In an ancient sacred grove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And she could not find a meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Of the fires at her feet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; All the precious sacrifices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Burning sad and sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; So she cried, and she cried,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And she cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; She cried, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; "Children…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Do you know how beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Do you know how beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Children do you know how beautiful you really are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Do you know how beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Do you know how beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; If you only knew how beautiful you really are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Cities rose around her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Rose to fall again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; But mostly she´s invisible,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Though every now and then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You can hear her cry, hear her cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Hear her cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; "Children...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Do you know how beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Do you know how beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Children, do you know how beautiful you really are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Do you know how beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Do you know how beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Children do you know how beautiful you really are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; If you only knew how beautiful you really are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You really are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123810329516296830-1596914744970192764?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/1596914744970192764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-you-know-how-beautiful-you-are-for.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/1596914744970192764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/1596914744970192764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-you-know-how-beautiful-you-are-for.html' title='Do You Know How Beautiful You Are ?  (For Heartsong)'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-6531155107035229568</id><published>2010-01-24T17:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T17:54:22.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shield Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's a cool, rainy, Sunday afternoon.   Wonderful time for a nap, although I'm resisting!   Yesterday I felt like I had been run over by a truck; today is some better.  Skipped most of the housecleaning routine this weekend in the hope of regaining some energy before Monday morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect much of my fatigue stemmed from the physical exertion of my first full week back at work, along with the mental confusion at unexpected caustic remarks.  While I had thought I was doing great by speeding up my treatments by taking higher doses, apparently some of my co-workers actually thought I was prolonging my absence.  I am unsure if the resentment I felt was real or mistakenly perceived, but there was no question about the comments.  I was stunned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had gone back to work excited, with a determination to better handle stress and politics.  By the time I left Friday afternoon, I was discouraged and physically and emotionally drained.    Positive thoughts were replaced with dark, negative energy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I want to continue to heal, to regain strength, I must find a way to dispel the dark and once again embrace the light.   I'm not sure how to accomplish that.   Perhaps I am overly-sensitive.   Perhaps next week will be better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Father,&lt;br /&gt;Shield me with your strength.&lt;br /&gt;Divine Mother,&lt;br /&gt;Surround me with your peace.&lt;br /&gt;Help me have a forgiving heart.&lt;br /&gt;Help me remain steady in the brightness of your light&lt;br /&gt;And not succumb to the swirling darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/123810329516296830-6531155107035229568?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/6531155107035229568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/01/shield-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/6531155107035229568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/6531155107035229568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/01/shield-me.html' title='Shield Me'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-6331026050704122528</id><published>2010-01-18T20:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:35:46.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today was first full day back at work.   Went pretty well.   Very tired this evening, but otherwise ok.   Some things just don't change, but hopefully I'll be able to better manage how I react to them.   I don't feel as positive as I did when I was living in my own little bubble, everyday stresses have a way of pressing you down,  but I still have a better attitude than I did a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exploring some opportunities to be more involved in my community instead of being so isolated.  Small steps.&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/123810329516296830-6331026050704122528?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/6331026050704122528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/01/quickie.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/6331026050704122528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/6331026050704122528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/01/quickie.html' title='Quickie'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-6987546403370009231</id><published>2010-01-12T15:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T15:38:49.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Bad ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not a bad 'first day back at work'.   My office had been pretty much put back together, computer and phone returned, etc.   Files still need to be moved back.   Can't log in to anything, but should be re-approved by the end of the week.  Spent most of my half-day getting things set back up the way I had them, visiting, etc.   Glad this day is behind me.&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/123810329516296830-6987546403370009231?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/6987546403370009231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-bad.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/6987546403370009231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/6987546403370009231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-bad.html' title='Not Bad ...'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-595362767312026040</id><published>2010-01-11T20:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:07:56.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Twas the night before ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Got the 'night before first day back at work' jitters!    This week is only half-days, so I can gently get back into a work routine.   Hoping I have a computer &amp;amp; an office!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123810329516296830-595362767312026040?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/595362767312026040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/01/twas-night-before.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/595362767312026040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/595362767312026040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/01/twas-night-before.html' title='&apos;Twas the night before ...'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-4753166982197918235</id><published>2010-01-10T16:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T16:38:52.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Afternoon Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today's project was to label all the electronic connections on tv, cable box, etc., in the hopes I'll be able to get everything set back up correctly when I change out tv later.  Labels are my only hope !   My sister &amp;amp; my son seem to easily understand what needs to go where, but I have no logical pattern in my head of which little thingie goes in which little hole.  Maybe once I go through the process of reconnecting everything (properly labeled of course), it will make more sense.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago I did manage to change out the hard drive in my computer and get everything reinstalled and restored ... only because Deacon talked me through it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean I'm a 'geek-in-training' ?&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/123810329516296830-4753166982197918235?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/4753166982197918235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunday-afternoon-project.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/4753166982197918235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/4753166982197918235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunday-afternoon-project.html' title='Sunday Afternoon Project'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-506845861753453903</id><published>2010-01-08T20:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T20:12:40.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow .. a full month since my last post.   Thought I was going to do better than that; but it's been a busy month !   Spent the last three weeks in Massachusetts with son.  We had a wonnnnderful visit !  I got to be there for my birthday, Christmas, and New Years' !    Had good flights going up &amp;amp; coming home; dodged the snow &amp;amp; ice chasing me down the runways.  Got back home late Wednesday evening .. now I'm playing catch-up with laundry, mail, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing to regain strength from last chemo back in November.   I still tire quickly, but otherwise am doing great !   Will be returning to work for half-days next week, and then regular time the following week.  I'm looking forward to getting back into a somewhat 'normal' routine, but at the same time am apprehensive about being back at work.    Dreading hearing the alarm at 5:30 am !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they put massages on sale in January ???    I'm craving o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ne.&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/123810329516296830-506845861753453903?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/506845861753453903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/01/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/506845861753453903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/506845861753453903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2010/01/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-4518954684892234614</id><published>2009-12-06T21:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:43:00.272-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bocelli'/><title type='text'>A few of my favorite things ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My son's laughter&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Kitty cats&lt;br /&gt;Men in uniforms&lt;br /&gt;Rainy Sunday afternoons&lt;br /&gt;and Bocelli ... ahhhh ... Bocelli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c_KVsJLFxz0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c_KVsJLFxz0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/123810329516296830-4518954684892234614?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/4518954684892234614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2009/12/few-of-my-favorite-things_06.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/4518954684892234614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/4518954684892234614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2009/12/few-of-my-favorite-things_06.html' title='A few of my favorite things ...'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-1446053322163888699</id><published>2009-12-05T20:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:19:08.410-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Compassion'/><title type='text'>Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How do you say 'ENOUGH'  so loudly that it makes a difference ?&lt;br /&gt;Enough wars.&lt;br /&gt;Enough killing.&lt;br /&gt;Enough hatred.&lt;br /&gt;Enough fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enough hunger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enough vandalism.&lt;br /&gt;Enough rudeness.&lt;br /&gt;Enough gossip.&lt;br /&gt;Enough lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we begin to radiate love and caring like a ripple in a pond ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Radiate peacefulness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Radiate nurturing.&lt;br /&gt;Radiate compassion.&lt;br /&gt;Radiate kindness.&lt;br /&gt;Radiate gentleness.&lt;br /&gt;Radiate truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Father, please help me make a difference in those lives I touch.  Help me choose my words and actions with more care.  Give me the strength and courage to speak up when I should, and the greater strength to be silent when I shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divine Mother, please help me look outward to see more clearly the needs of those around me.  Help me extend your gentle love and compassion.    Help me see past my own tears to see those in the eyes of others.&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/123810329516296830-1446053322163888699?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/1446053322163888699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2009/12/enough.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/1446053322163888699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/1446053322163888699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2009/12/enough.html' title='Enough'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-3180263687394007722</id><published>2009-12-01T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:19:45.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Do you have any idea how odd you look without eyebrows &amp;amp; eyelashes ?  &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/123810329516296830-3180263687394007722?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/3180263687394007722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2009/12/odd.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/3180263687394007722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/3180263687394007722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2009/12/odd.html' title='Odd'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-1825117294226357795</id><published>2009-11-21T19:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T19:56:55.314-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breast cancer'/><title type='text'>#8 - All Done !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My last chemo treatment was this past Thursday; hopefully last Neulasta shot was on Friday.    Even though I'm officially done, I still have the effects of this one to get through.  The pain &amp;amp; fatigue kicked in today, and I expect tomorrow and Monday to be harder.  Then .. then .. I'll start back on the upswing for the last time.  Usually just about the time I start feeling better, it's time for the next treatment.   This time that day will come and go and I will be able to continue upward, rising back up through the swirling waters to break the surface instead of being shoved under once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a point I stopped referring to my pre-surgery, pre-chemo life as my 'normal life'.   The treatment schedule became my 'normal'.   The roller-coaster ride is almost over, although there will be bloodwork &amp;amp; scans to follow.   Now that I'm nearing the time to return to work, to go back to that former schedule and lifestyle, I'm as apprehensive as I am excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning I described breast cancer as a 'detour', expecting to return to the same road in my life after treatment was over.  I'll never be back on that same road again.   The road has changed.   My life has changed.   I'm looking forward to the new path.&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/123810329516296830-1825117294226357795?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/1825117294226357795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2009/11/8-all-done.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/1825117294226357795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/1825117294226357795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2009/11/8-all-done.html' title='#8 - All Done !'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-4749283824735914101</id><published>2009-11-13T18:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T18:45:32.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Youthful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sorry to be so long in posting for those of you who are keeping up with me.    I'm ok, just very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was eventful .. I picked up my silicone breast forms .. they actually look pretty good.  They're definitely more 'youthful' looking than I was naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won a 32" tv through a drawing at work !   I'm not quite sure I've ever won anything.   Sweet !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite as exuberant as I've been in months past .. the chemo is wearing me down both physically and emotionally.   But ... I still think I'm doing great considering how it could be.   Next week I will have my last treatment, then I can breathe a little deeper and begin to regain my strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As bizarre as it may sound, I am thankful for this journey.   It has enriched me as a person, I have learned it's ok to let friends help, I have met some truly amazing people, and I am a stronger, happier woman than I was 6 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Father, Divine Mother ...&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for this season of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for the people who have made it easier.&lt;br /&gt;Please help me open my heart and my hands to give back.&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/123810329516296830-4749283824735914101?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/4749283824735914101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-youthful.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/4749283824735914101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/4749283824735914101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-youthful.html' title='More Youthful'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-2456565301637110190</id><published>2009-11-04T08:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T18:36:28.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Autumn Heartsong !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today is a most special day !    Today my wonderful friend Linda, and those blessed enough to know her, celebrate her birthday.   She walks a path of kindness and nurturing, a path of honor and respect, a path of gratitude.    &lt;/span&gt;(http://heartsongshymnal.blogspot.com/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed my friend, this day, and those that follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She Walks in Beauty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Lord Byron&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;She walks in beauty, like the night  &lt;br /&gt;Of cloudless climes and starry skies,  &lt;br /&gt;And all that's best of dark and bright  &lt;br /&gt;Meets in her aspect and her eyes;  &lt;br /&gt;Thus mellow'd to that tender light       &lt;br /&gt;Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One shade the more, one ray the less,  &lt;br /&gt;Had half impair'd the nameless grace  &lt;br /&gt;Which waves in every raven tress  &lt;br /&gt;Or softly lightens o'er her face, &lt;br /&gt;Where thoughts serenely sweet express  &lt;br /&gt;How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that cheek and o'er that brow  &lt;br /&gt;So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,  &lt;br /&gt;The smiles that win, the tints that glow,&lt;br /&gt;But tell of days in goodness spent,—  &lt;br /&gt;A mind at peace with all below,  &lt;br /&gt;A heart whose love is innocent. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123810329516296830-2456565301637110190?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/2456565301637110190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-autumn-heartsong.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/2456565301637110190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/2456565301637110190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-autumn-heartsong.html' title='Happy Birthday Autumn Heartsong !'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123810329516296830.post-2931327344889164851</id><published>2009-11-02T17:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T19:07:00.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I slept about 6 hours last night somewhere between about 3:00 &amp;amp; 9:00.  At 2:30 since I hadn't been to sleep yet, I got back up to tackle my next mid-night project &amp;amp; decided instead to try my sleep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; again.  Took my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ambien&lt;/span&gt; CR, turned off the alarm &amp;amp; went back to bed.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; .. it worked !   Maybe all the other things I'm trying  are starting to help.  Afraid to get my hopes up too much until I see what happens tonight.   Did talk with the Dr office, and yes, the steroids I'm taking *do* have a longer residual effect than I had thought.  She said it may take weeks after my last treatment to get it all out of my system, and that is likely what is over-riding my sleep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;.   My options are to either ride it out or go to a stronger sleep med.    For now I'm going to keep experimenting and see if I can get by.    I've cut out all caffeine, stopped taking any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; that might be contributing (like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;replacing my Zyrtec with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Benadryl&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;,    I  yanked the memory-foam topper off my bed yesterday morning so I wouldn't get so hot.   Will be interesting to see how it goes tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been beau-ti-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ful&lt;/span&gt; here the last couple of days !    Got some chores done this morning &amp;amp; went for a nice walk in the crunchy leaves this afternoon.    I'm planning a relaxing evening, with a movie &amp;amp; maybe a nice long bubble bath.   It's been forever since I turned my bath into a candlelit haven with wine and soft music.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I have to skip the wine for now .. maybe some grape juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least my positive thoughts are returning .. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;yayyyyy&lt;/span&gt; !     I expect to feel well the next couple of days .. just in time to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;psych&lt;/span&gt; myself up for my next treatment on Thursday.   Only two more !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/123810329516296830-2931327344889164851?l=indigosatin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/feeds/2931327344889164851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2009/11/hope.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/2931327344889164851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123810329516296830/posts/default/2931327344889164851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosatin.blogspot.com/2009/11/hope.html' title='Hope !'/><author><name>IndigoSatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02845551533971384497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TAd6Ezih0/ShBwRcGPX2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JSOSlF_BGqI/S220/Boston+Pops.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
