tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87104856790760776522024-03-05T07:31:00.770-08:00Rewind and PlayJamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13680438676983098355noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710485679076077652.post-66141658558306917332012-05-18T13:02:00.003-07:002012-05-18T13:02:21.211-07:00Today, It Rained.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;">Someone left their boots!</span></div>
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-Eden Ahbez</div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13680438676983098355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710485679076077652.post-89234591312044631232012-04-25T20:25:00.000-07:002012-04-25T20:31:59.085-07:00<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sometimes you find a song that, as soon as it starts playing, awakens something inside of you. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It's a little bit strange, and extremely unexplainable. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You can be feeling something something mildly, and then when you turn on the song, you feel that same thing but times one million stronger. Or it can change your mood almost completely around. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The funny thing is, that same song will make another person feel absolutely nothing, while you're on the ride of your life!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And for me, the key component to a song is the soul that you can <i>feel</i> coming from the artist(s). Even if the song is simple, I can always tell when an artist really means and feels something deeper than their lyrics. Or if they are using an instrument to paint their soul for you (a voice is an instrument too).</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQrnUgiephw" target="_blank">This</a> song is what's on more than a few times a day this week. Turned up <i>very</i> loud. Some people dislike or even hate Owl City, because his lyrics are weird, his voice sounds auto-tuned, he's only popular with twelve-year old girls, blah blah blah, etc., etc. But I don't care, I've loved Adam Young for years and will continue to do so without shame. Not only do I admire his outward showing of his Christian beliefs, but something about his music speaks to me and I. love. it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Today, listening to this song, I feel empowered, wanted, needed, and influential. It also makes me want to go run my heart out, but I already did that today and I don't think my knees would thank me if I did it again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Think of the music you listen to, doesn't matter what it is, but do you love it? Like, really <i>love</i> it? If the answer is no, then why are you listening to it?</span>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13680438676983098355noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710485679076077652.post-18393557082720926552012-04-11T17:28:00.003-07:002012-04-11T19:42:41.460-07:00the little prince.<div style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; ">so there's this book called <i>the little prince </i>by antoine de saint </span><span>exup</span><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Arial; ">é</span><span>ry</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "> that i've had for years but have only made it through the first three pages. several times. i haven't picked it up for a while, but a visit from a friend who mentioned it inspired me. approximately 112 pages in length, it changed my life in a small way.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "><span>i want to make it a goal to have something change my life <i>at least</i> once a day. </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "><span>i wish that everyone could and would read it. </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span>a shortened version of my favorite part.<b> </b></span><span>love.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span>when he meets the fox- </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span>"i cannot play with you," the fox said. "i am not tamed."</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span>"what does that mean- tame?"</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span>"it is an act too often neglected," said the fox. "it means to establish ties."</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span>"to establish ties?'</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span>"just that," said the fox. "to me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. and i have no need of you. and you, on your part, have no need of me. to you, i am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. but if you tame me, then we shall need each other. to me, you will be unique in all the world. to you, i shall be unique in all the world..."</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span>"if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. i shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. and then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? i do not eat bread. wheat is of no use to me. the wheat fields have nothing to say to me. and that is sad. but you have hair that is the color of gold. think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! the grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. and i shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat..."</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span>"what must i do, to tame you?" asked the little prince.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span>"you must be very patient," replied the fox.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span>so the little prince tamed the fox. and then the hour of his departure drew near-</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span>"ah," said the fox,"i shall cry."</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span>"it is your own fault," said the little prince. "i never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you..."</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span>"yes, that is so," said the fox.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span>"but now you are going to cry!" said the little prince. </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span>"yes, that is so," said the fox.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span>"then it has done you no good at all!"</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span>"it has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields." and then he added:</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span>"go and look again at the roses. you will understand now that yours is unique in all the world. then come back and say goodbye to me, and i will make you a present of a secret."</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span>"goodbye, " said the fox. "and now here is my secret, a very simple secret: it is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span>"it is the time you have [spent] for your rose that makes your rose so important."</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 100%; "><br /></div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13680438676983098355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710485679076077652.post-77347043018997192062012-04-07T17:09:00.003-07:002012-04-09T21:24:20.483-07:00<div><span>In light of recent events, I feel like I've learned some important lessons:</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><span>1. The Lord will always answer your prayers. More often than not, in ways that you didn't expect. And the answer to your prayer may be the answer to someone else's completely different, but equally important one.</span><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>2. Be aware of your emotions. What you are feeling at any given moment. Recognize it and embrace it. If it is negative, embrace it only long enough to let it go. Don't deny anything that you may be feeling. Every emotion is an important part of learning about the very essence of yourself. </span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>3. Along with the previous one, do not force an emotion upon yourself. In the wise words of Baron Baptiste, doing so would be like "forcing a rose to blossom". It's ok to have days full of sorrow, if we never reached the depths of sadness we would never soar to the very heights of joy and happiness.</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>4. People are beautiful and recognizing that beauty and passion in others will help you to find those things in yourself.</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>5. God knows what He's doing.</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>6. It doesn't matter if going out of your comfort zone seems small compared to what other people have done outside of their comfort zones. You are not other people.</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>7. Have a passion. Experience something so beautiful and amazing that you cannot possibly even begin to describe it to someone else.</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>8. Like the famous (or infamous?) song says...say what you need to say. Whether or not you use words to say it. Communicate with those you love. Very few things will bring you greater peace of mind. Do not worry about whether or not they will accept you. "Those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind."</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>9. Tell those who you love, that you do indeed love them. Tell them as frequently as possible. Even if you may not be in a loving frame of mind. You know that you still love them and it is important to remember that. </span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>10. To quote some incredible people in my life, "sing your own song". We each have our own song to sing and we cannot change the pure melody of what it is. The key or the dynamics may change, but the melody is unfailing. If part of your song is being super emotional, then by golly sing it! If you need to occasionally listen to Taylor Swift and old Jesse McCartney then do! If marathons pull at your heartstrings then run for as long as you feel pulled. You are who you are and you need what you need. Don't try to change your song for anybody. </span></div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13680438676983098355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710485679076077652.post-38790965571806056062012-02-23T07:14:00.006-08:002012-02-23T13:21:23.337-08:00<span>Sometimes all we need is a little reminder that we matter. And that what we do matters.</span><div><span>I had one of those reminders today- as I went out for a 6:45 run this morning.</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>I went out a little distressed and confused. For the last [almost] two years of my life, I've been trying to figure out what I want to do for, well, the rest of my life! [A predicament that I'm sure many of you have been/are/will be stuck in] </span></div><div><span>I know the type of person who I would like to be. And the process of being the person I want to become has been so rewarding.</span></div><div><span>But it's time that I uncover hidden, dusty parts of myself that haven't yet been manifest to the world.</span></div><div><span>How can I influence others, and my future family? What path should I take?</span></div><div><span>I know what I love to do: run. Surprise.</span></div><div><span>But I just feel like there's something about me that I don't know yet. Something that Heavenly Father knows and is just waiting patiently for me to discover.</span></div><div><span>How can I discover it? </span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>Back to the run. </span></div><div><span>I guess the answer came when I stopped at the temple and watched the sunrise from the grounds. </span></div><div><span>Breathtaking.</span></div><div><span>And I didn't get an answer to what I should do-</span></div><div><span>but I got an answer of comfort that I will find out, and if I keep doing what I'm supposed to be doing, and at least make starts along new paths [leaps into the dark, but not blindly], then I'll be ok.</span></div><div><span>That word, ok, feels so good in my mouth right now.</span></div><div><span>I'll be ok.</span></div><div><span>My life will be ok. And not only ok, but amazing. Awe-inspiring. Beautiful. Divine.</span></div><div><span>I matter. And I know that I matter.</span></div><div><span>And that's all there really is to it.</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">“This hill though high I covent ascend; </span><br style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">The difficulty will not me offend; </span><br style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">For I perceive the way of life lies here. </span><br style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Come, pluck up, heart; let's neither faint nor fear. ” </span><br style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">― </span><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16244.John_Bunyan" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); text-decoration: none; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">John Bunyan</a><span style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">, </span><i style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/1960084" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); text-decoration: none; ">The Pilgrim's Progress</a></i> </div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13680438676983098355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710485679076077652.post-23762077461004470662012-02-16T17:50:00.000-08:002012-02-16T18:12:21.076-08:00a little dedication post. and stuff.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2CP2C1R_EOsdSWNwYpPtTkd8Cw9REWfBHh_4ZJJVlXmkmYAtxo-j7vbW4jTjybXrfeuY4qiLhGPLenjYUyK8l5ZwsNEdbI1XY9WfqZ59Fmfcu1GEIb5Nscce3ZtaraB-aFU7la8RYU6hn/s1600/logan+canyon+winter+2011+014.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2CP2C1R_EOsdSWNwYpPtTkd8Cw9REWfBHh_4ZJJVlXmkmYAtxo-j7vbW4jTjybXrfeuY4qiLhGPLenjYUyK8l5ZwsNEdbI1XY9WfqZ59Fmfcu1GEIb5Nscce3ZtaraB-aFU7la8RYU6hn/s400/logan+canyon+winter+2011+014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709920149697511762" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "><span><em><span style="FONT: 16px Homemade Apple">My Dearest Roommate,</span></em></span></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; "><em><span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Right now you are probably far away to the east. I just wanted you to know how much I love you. I feel like I've been slacking as a friend lately and for that I am sorry. It seems that I've found something great! And I thank my Father in Heaven for that. And you, Rel. You taught me that I could pray for what my heart truly desired. You taught me how to let someone come into my life and have to work because I want them with me always. I am so grateful for everything that you are and will become, because you have changed me for good.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;font-style: normal; "><em><span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>You've taught me how to come to know myself. I feel things so deeply, and that always scared me and I didn't know what to do. So I stifled myself. But you've taught me (and I'm still in the process of learning) to understand and recognize what I'm feeling in a particular moment and to embrace it. I know how to talk to myself.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: right;font-style: normal; "><em><span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>You are so beautiful! You get more beautiful every day in my eyes. Your very essence shines through everything you do. Right now your life seems to be revolving around the cello more than ever before. There is no other instrument that is so perfect for you! Like you are an instrument in the Lord's hands, the cello is helping you to work miracles. You have worked so hard for your whole life, and it is, and will continue to pay off. I know this because I've seen it in your struggles and triumphs. In your life. I've heard it in the many beautiful, tearful, ecstatic, thoughtful, questioning, words that you've said to me.</span></em></div><div><em><span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="font-style: normal; white-space: pre; "> </span>I <i>know</i> that you are going to do incredible things on this little trip that is but a tiny part of your magnificent life.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I could go on for pages, <i>forever</i>, about the things you've taught me. But I do not have time and space sufficient enough. But, know that everything is inscribed on my heart.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: right;"><em><span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="font-size: small; white-space: pre; "> </span><span>I love you so much!</span></span></em></div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13680438676983098355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710485679076077652.post-21691538756834588552011-11-18T22:42:00.001-08:002012-02-23T13:14:43.326-08:00Snow<span class="Apple-style-span"> <span class="Apple-style-span">What a wonderful day! Watching the snow work it's magic can't be surpassed by much.</span><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span">The snow on a brand new winters morn,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"> fills you with an indescribable feeling of hope and joy.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"> As you go throughout the day,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"> you can't help but look in awe at all that surrounds you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"> Glistens, sparkles, ribbons of light-</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"> reflect off the beautiful blanket and into your eyes,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"> radiating to all, the joy that is swelling inside.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"> Quick-</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"> can you stop this moment in time?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"> Make it last for eternity so that this hour never leaves?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"> Even in the midst of hard times and heartbreak,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"> the snow will still fall-</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"> softly and whisper happiness in your ear.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"> A constant in a world of change.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"> I delight in the snow,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"> I delight in this joy,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"> I delight in this life.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"> I delight in He who has given me all and reason to rejoice</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"> in the goodness that still remains</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"> in this coarse world.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span"> <span class="Apple-style-span">Gently, softly, sings my soul-</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"> with the coming winter.</span><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span></span></div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13680438676983098355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710485679076077652.post-9093703579042802272011-10-16T21:42:00.000-07:002011-10-16T21:58:39.694-07:00October<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">This sudden shift in the weather also brings a shift in sentiments.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">What is it about the chilly weather that somehow warms my soul?</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Maybe it's knowing that no matter how cold i get outside, I can always come home to warm sweat and blankets.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Suddenly my heart becomes a reminiscent mess of autumns past.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">And how each one has changed my life. Always for the better </span><span style="font-size:78%;">(if only sometimes in hindsight).</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">I can walk along a leaf-strewn path, look up at the branches covering the sky, take in the smells, all the while faces and events from years past flit in and out of my vision.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">There's a change not only in the temperature, and color of the leaves, but in the very energy of the season that comes with the entrance of fall.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Trying to pinpoint exactly what it is would be like trying to capture the whole essence of the ocean in one water bottle.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">But continuing curiosity and the small discovery of little gems can still bring satisfaction.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">"Not all who wander are lost."</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Still, I am convinced that the fall season is God's way of stirring up our souls so that thoughts we believed were lost find themselves at the top of our minds once again.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">We are reminded that there are complexities in our life that cannot be ignored.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Peace, though, is the backbone of the season. Never confusion.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Thank you, October.</span><br /><br /><iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5QVBlFLGACw?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="459" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13680438676983098355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710485679076077652.post-64806966387308399492011-10-16T18:52:00.001-07:002012-02-23T13:38:11.016-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJmMvLCmKQA8aHSKLUGq_SWQrdNhUadDXOQmxTzNRyQRgbQfUd9IzLk9-vcZn6rJkFTu12mMvtLlLdt1ueF3XkqSVSNqsIo6p2TdwUHR7Gt_yJSwBmI-XFlMvtGE9EqZVaG6KcnSrjGpVH/s1600/raaaaain+august+1st+2011+032.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664274462124195746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJmMvLCmKQA8aHSKLUGq_SWQrdNhUadDXOQmxTzNRyQRgbQfUd9IzLk9-vcZn6rJkFTu12mMvtLlLdt1ueF3XkqSVSNqsIo6p2TdwUHR7Gt_yJSwBmI-XFlMvtGE9EqZVaG6KcnSrjGpVH/s400/raaaaain+august+1st+2011+032.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzECirmla5i9IPS744qjzGC3X35AuV64kJ-du1wAedmsLgDENJzX5RiPoaVxLKJhX5JCgkSEACxWtMsaA4t5X1DIWY7Ro7nqYXDm09eZf34TPOh0RFvq2MOBkP6ywv8-rfs8S82hOWKjkY/s1600/summer-fall+2011+058.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664274457521667522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzECirmla5i9IPS744qjzGC3X35AuV64kJ-du1wAedmsLgDENJzX5RiPoaVxLKJhX5JCgkSEACxWtMsaA4t5X1DIWY7Ro7nqYXDm09eZf34TPOh0RFvq2MOBkP6ywv8-rfs8S82hOWKjkY/s400/summer-fall+2011+058.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHOcaNSOzw3nuFHEhn2uy86Q5zd6T5zkMGZKQNzzGA9zRvoQ5rVF6FjWFu31yWlHV261XOTzHlcKhQ_jNhvGNZ6r2zZ8xuYwB6FhxSGGKHzvx9XaZ4fcYzjdzZeQWCMpCX4Vd5XaGp3X4R/s1600/summer-fall+2011+034.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664274447545436530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHOcaNSOzw3nuFHEhn2uy86Q5zd6T5zkMGZKQNzzGA9zRvoQ5rVF6FjWFu31yWlHV261XOTzHlcKhQ_jNhvGNZ6r2zZ8xuYwB6FhxSGGKHzvx9XaZ4fcYzjdzZeQWCMpCX4Vd5XaGp3X4R/s400/summer-fall+2011+034.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdiBjBaU5vLDtS4L2RLbpvH0pV290UPg_aRIII-DEnYC9H5HjE1NSft2Q7G9j-NBZqqSzHNhHztm5UfKO7IoCbt1jIo7h6Xlg_cV14mhyXC6_za1AVDRjPoBBLFn5UjYKbSgKkl6R0ZcVN/s1600/summer-fall+2011+023.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664274440024351170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdiBjBaU5vLDtS4L2RLbpvH0pV290UPg_aRIII-DEnYC9H5HjE1NSft2Q7G9j-NBZqqSzHNhHztm5UfKO7IoCbt1jIo7h6Xlg_cV14mhyXC6_za1AVDRjPoBBLFn5UjYKbSgKkl6R0ZcVN/s400/summer-fall+2011+023.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh92g8AxUGnfTlbcAac4idlSD7cKKl-unGvrwfmE_6O2YxzUjhP1kXGnbDRHo8dg_1CIf6Ojg2oPiP4hf-B6UoIiZHK866HayJYI_s9VlIqy27ASSIJWreuWIRFIfucP4j6erjXq6Iz4uPG/s1600/summer-fall+2011+019.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664274434456264578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh92g8AxUGnfTlbcAac4idlSD7cKKl-unGvrwfmE_6O2YxzUjhP1kXGnbDRHo8dg_1CIf6Ojg2oPiP4hf-B6UoIiZHK866HayJYI_s9VlIqy27ASSIJWreuWIRFIfucP4j6erjXq6Iz4uPG/s400/summer-fall+2011+019.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13680438676983098355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710485679076077652.post-66488187433381273372011-08-19T11:43:00.000-07:002011-08-19T13:17:24.428-07:00A Compilation of Short StoriesPlease enjoy some journal entries from 1996-97.
<br />I was pretty darn cute (I tried to capture the punctuation and spelling as best as I could, the dots in between each word? I don't even know what I was thinking).
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<br />December 23 1996 Weednesday
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<br />I. PLAyED. wITh. my. Toys AND. my. BRoTheR
<br />I.Am.Jamie.I. Am. In. KINDERGARTEN AND I Am SIX
<br />AND I. DIDNT. SIGNuP. FoR. FIRST. GRADE. YET
<br />I. LOVE. FLOWER'S
<br />Jamie
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<br />DEC. 25. 1996 WEDNEDAY (Maybe I'll learn one day how to spell the days of the week)
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<br />I. Am. Jamie. Hirmon. I Am. e. I Am. COOL.
<br />AND. I. LOVE. BOyS. AND. Boys. LIKE. me.
<br />I. LOVE. FLOWER'S. AND. I. JEST. LOVE. yOU
<br />Jamie
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<br />APRiL 4 1997 FRyiDAy
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<br />I AM Jamie I LIkee TO PLAy WIT My FRED
<br />AND I DoT LIKe My mom veRY mUTHE
<br />SUM.TIms I PLAy WITH My SCHYLER
<br />(I had tried to cross out the part where I reveal how I felt about my dear mother that day. Apparantly I was ashamed of such feelings)
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<br />So I know you're dying for more, because these are super entertaining.
<br />But you're just going to have to hold onto your little horses.
<br />Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13680438676983098355noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710485679076077652.post-35449704430822612102011-06-28T21:40:00.000-07:002011-06-29T06:07:27.721-07:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">I think it's been a little while...oh dear.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">The thing is, I have so much to say- but no way to say it. Which is a tad bit frustrating.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">Ah well. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">I ran a race last Saturday- an 11 mile race climbing up 3500' and then back down.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">It was originally a 28 mile race (which I wasn't going to run per lack of preparation), but because of snow safety issues, it was dramatically cut down to 11.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">With 11 miles, fear of death was no longer a factor. So I ran it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">Hiking.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">Trudging through miles of snow.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">Bloody knees.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">Running alongside ultra-runners.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">I finally realized that I can. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">I can do hard things- and I will always, <em>always, </em>love it when I'm done.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">Comparison never gets me anywhere.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">An incredible breakthrough moment materialized when I realized that I am who I've wanted to become for so long. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">Progress has not stopped, but satisfaction is grasped and held. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">For so long I was afraid to be defined by what I do. [run] </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">For fear that one day it wouldn't be there and I would be lost.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">But now I embrace it! It's made me who I am. And even if my legs fall off, I'll still consider myself a runner. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">I don't care if that's all you know about me. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">Because my Heavenly Father and I know that I have been given this gift and desire for a reason.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">Many reasons actually.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">My name is Jamie, and I love to run.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623510351420933170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhspfMpz-_JwzMDNbJWy-i7ldJzcqmM0bx6rizBKR9a4ayk-2B1wuDDKz3Z7DNCUYMd42_nGjQSfBJm3lzbTuuMBydlqOhREDoRUaoJtczXn84ohtTVhuLTpTCj8xoqRE691lmoSnClvTZz/s400/from+ryns+003.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 358px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623510354739451138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKXU51l4d4xSS4KMbzjzVIEsYQClklLw5oJFggP8011LwOs-O3n_PNNDaA2FxsMUiyJNJEQOPSXR99gwV8wMTVT_XAnufNTbyGw3BCyzoSlwYyvmTlkGhsiAFI3NrF9MhLafNE9atZYsAc/s400/IMG_1690.JPG" /></p>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13680438676983098355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710485679076077652.post-90946232337179002512011-04-29T11:52:00.000-07:002011-04-29T12:58:16.468-07:00<div align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_urcx_P8_gcORHj1AKH1ayN2QkKP7mqXor9sZAgb9a3BezWxvLA5AT3WDDXx0qrR1Pwiu0aVvKkk1_jH63vNwgfdOUnc-WMJfOV3dOgizBwLn7eH0bptQKk2YfLqw9guVPu4nm9qMtRwb/s1600/galaxy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601094469597851442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_urcx_P8_gcORHj1AKH1ayN2QkKP7mqXor9sZAgb9a3BezWxvLA5AT3WDDXx0qrR1Pwiu0aVvKkk1_jH63vNwgfdOUnc-WMJfOV3dOgizBwLn7eH0bptQKk2YfLqw9guVPu4nm9qMtRwb/s400/galaxy.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Call back the Capcom,</span></div><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">tick off the time bomb,</span></div><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"><strong>Let felicity fly!</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Armour the airlock,</span></div><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">blanket the bedorck,</span></div><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">and kiss the planet goodbye.</span></div><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Dear God, I was terribly lost,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">when the galaxies crossed,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">and the Sun when dark.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Dear God, </span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">You're the only North Star</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">I would follow this far.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Fight back the flight deck,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Bring on the breakneck,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Cue the solar eclipse!</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Summit the sunset,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Dubtail the dragnet,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">and blow your backbone to bits.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Oh telescope, keep an eye on my only hope,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">lest I blink and be swept off the narrow road.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Hercules, you've got nothing to say to me,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">'cause you're not the blinding light that I need.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">For He is the saving grace of the Galaxies!</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">He is the saving grace of the galaxies.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">-<em><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-L7P2IIFiUs&feature=related">galaxies</a> </em>owl city</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">our life- is so incredible. yet it's so small. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">great, eternal, potential is forever looming before us. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">take a chance- leave what you know [well]. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">for something that you're longing to know [more].</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">kick off the ground and don't be afraid to fall. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">for every time we do, our opportunities increase tenfold.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">trust- in yourself, in the earth, in our heavenly father.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">and falter...you will never.</span> </div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13680438676983098355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710485679076077652.post-37613269984238821762011-04-19T17:21:00.000-07:002011-04-19T17:47:34.820-07:00Dyad?<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBpaAnGvIaaWan-QwmhECfUM8wff5F1wykuPduTGjyMiwlpMgOY8_nzBpQLcaOk59Vj60GwDTEMBKXKibRAN2dnm5ZIQeBbwlN1FGzfehmp8B2CPAhBSN7_wLKU7t5n3wffeQ3lStq8HHV/s1600/back+home+for+conference+016.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597460946514227906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBpaAnGvIaaWan-QwmhECfUM8wff5F1wykuPduTGjyMiwlpMgOY8_nzBpQLcaOk59Vj60GwDTEMBKXKibRAN2dnm5ZIQeBbwlN1FGzfehmp8B2CPAhBSN7_wLKU7t5n3wffeQ3lStq8HHV/s400/back+home+for+conference+016.JPG" /></a><br />Happy Birthday Dad!<br />That is all.<br />Love,<br />Jamie<br /></div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13680438676983098355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710485679076077652.post-84247951994033162802011-04-15T12:25:00.000-07:002011-04-15T13:08:04.145-07:00". . . and a child shall lead them."<div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">it's about time i posted something!</span> </div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">at the beginning of this week austin and aubrey came to visit me in my quaint little apartment. </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">it was quite the honor- being a mom for a few days. </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">i think we all know that there's something about children that stirs our souls and melts our hearts.</span> </div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">the constant chatter about anything and everything.</span> </div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">running, crawling, stomping, always moving around. </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">not only were there children in our apartment- there were dogs, cats, robots, and hamsters.</span> </div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">we were meant to start out on our earthly journey as children for a reason-</span> </div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">to teach others how to live and be happy. </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">happiness is not complex, nor is it a goal to be reached. </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">it is here and now. in our fake dogfood dishes. in our desire for a good ice cream cone. in our plastic sword that lights up and makes noises.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span 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300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595895262291255074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiji6u2-uRBL-u-Kaf8m2wc4wuQxnCY7Xyj3Nu6fTIPFSWOtRlySkCXypVh9kMcH6CEDrqnSfjPMPDTrC_Qwpdbabi4lrbhyphenhyphenfzmcEEUOh0-hcl6PR0neuIc8WkuVjH41anVUfUL_KFHsxwy/s400/spring+2011+037.JPG" /></a> </p><br /><div></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfnQ-1B6sVOwCJ2PnWzygUYk6UUfnK38EN3GAG7YYPgDvHNvShkUkNfJiTPZ2Ot-Oc_-2uIrPTNGh6uis8Nw02iKz6BMxqdZ6kGW8TQbXdAmG7L6IRHTh5ho-3jgKsXqUgZu6o81BYMxAW/s1600/spring+2011+035.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595895255814207794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfnQ-1B6sVOwCJ2PnWzygUYk6UUfnK38EN3GAG7YYPgDvHNvShkUkNfJiTPZ2Ot-Oc_-2uIrPTNGh6uis8Nw02iKz6BMxqdZ6kGW8TQbXdAmG7L6IRHTh5ho-3jgKsXqUgZu6o81BYMxAW/s400/spring+2011+035.JPG" /></a></p><br /><div></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0LUJT6QdeLTfg8XPFrPaopPssDKL4pkLKE1gBXGB3vgQGWfrSBb7UTRvlRYZeAq_5iRPK4-dBLilsGwY2gWVpmHlULIFi_ZKpzvCSHj6tx7frDH6Y87o6Q-ZppQSYfgouexHYKHfPeED7/s1600/spring+2011+031.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595895253031003170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0LUJT6QdeLTfg8XPFrPaopPssDKL4pkLKE1gBXGB3vgQGWfrSBb7UTRvlRYZeAq_5iRPK4-dBLilsGwY2gWVpmHlULIFi_ZKpzvCSHj6tx7frDH6Y87o6Q-ZppQSYfgouexHYKHfPeED7/s400/spring+2011+031.JPG" /></a></p><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">aren't they just so snazzy and cute? </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">and they're mine!</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div></div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13680438676983098355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710485679076077652.post-1748912649269303502011-02-27T00:22:00.000-08:002011-02-27T06:38:30.950-08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;">someday it will come.</span> </span><div><div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">an unexpected train into the night. and then day.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9RQ9oSZpIhQXbBk42XZgN5bpSpKhb2Msom3HVOYHPAhpQW81HSIRLAvDd3bGkQGueS8LLFPV4yjtXY-APMrqNGVeTGIkQN7pJvLgIwo3dbt4l2vntCxL0SmSWSYyPgbwkP9mg-6KKv7RZ/s1600/train+at+dawn.jpg"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578291807006203650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9RQ9oSZpIhQXbBk42XZgN5bpSpKhb2Msom3HVOYHPAhpQW81HSIRLAvDd3bGkQGueS8LLFPV4yjtXY-APMrqNGVeTGIkQN7pJvLgIwo3dbt4l2vntCxL0SmSWSYyPgbwkP9mg-6KKv7RZ/s400/train+at+dawn.jpg" /></span></a></p><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">finding what was not lost- but forgotten for but a small moment, that is a blink in the realm of eternity.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">a blessing with unrealized words. until later years when growth beckons new understanding.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_3-T8LZz1dxvYemSjWmYQIV768UpGwLekeFd12LD-8Y2HH7-r2situOkdyi1RwnpoD0FXWHH2cxMi28PUM9F1CAPpSPmq6gaq_dI76Wl9YL048mrXNqrzX8snWe6pMKCdMV8GOaOh6eZh/s1600/contemplation.jpg"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578291802108034322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_3-T8LZz1dxvYemSjWmYQIV768UpGwLekeFd12LD-8Y2HH7-r2situOkdyi1RwnpoD0FXWHH2cxMi28PUM9F1CAPpSPmq6gaq_dI76Wl9YL048mrXNqrzX8snWe6pMKCdMV8GOaOh6eZh/s400/contemplation.jpg" /></span></a></p><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">it will not come with a loud brass band. but a solo instrumentalist.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><br /></span></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNcCA666JozHI8odZDBSuy1Ccr1Hb-ldong4biGC105YKaLYtfnpHn4luQKT1Ufd84p4WuUUf2IRSmCNGN093CcAHJi6dbEadTBP3UaIscKY3JkoEAFzlT9pzrXe17BSHzr0EU96SJylO3/s1600/solo+cellist.jpg"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578291801427290738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNcCA666JozHI8odZDBSuy1Ccr1Hb-ldong4biGC105YKaLYtfnpHn4luQKT1Ufd84p4WuUUf2IRSmCNGN093CcAHJi6dbEadTBP3UaIscKY3JkoEAFzlT9pzrXe17BSHzr0EU96SJylO3/s400/solo+cellist.jpg" /></span></a></p><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">piercing the soul, softening the mind, cradling the heart.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">what seems an impossible piece to play- </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">will slowly find it's way into the essence of your being. becoming more than the perfect performance.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">in time it will become ageless. timeless. breathless.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;">not today, perhaps.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but someday- someday it will come.</span><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">and we must not lose hope.</span></div><div><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfGy9BrT6LvRRzEXDSuOHhPxmflHv-uC9UHVbNRRsmt0CdxuiFTaJ35DR5wC6MObaxmuOcyS_r3MReG9OZzmonoBWjn6azzrJQnQ2e-dM69S4Jj07g_WiIjIUx4ZfAsYn3F6et51p4L5xY/s1600/coupleBenchPark.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 376px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578291797881513234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfGy9BrT6LvRRzEXDSuOHhPxmflHv-uC9UHVbNRRsmt0CdxuiFTaJ35DR5wC6MObaxmuOcyS_r3MReG9OZzmonoBWjn6azzrJQnQ2e-dM69S4Jj07g_WiIjIUx4ZfAsYn3F6et51p4L5xY/s400/coupleBenchPark.jpg" /></a></p><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13680438676983098355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710485679076077652.post-73952451045763614002011-02-22T21:39:00.000-08:002011-02-23T07:09:07.935-08:00<div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">Who says it has to be summer to make delicious citrusy treats?</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">How about some </span><a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Lemon-Nut-Cookies/Detail.aspx"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">lemon cookies</span></em></a><span style="font-size:85%;">? Mmm? Unfortunately I didn't have any nuts. But I did add a generous helping of the fresh lemon/orange juice (there is no equivalent to fresh). </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">And I added some oats. I swear you can add those to almost anything and it tastes splendid.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">I was also craving some chocolate really bad</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> so I made my own magic shell creation to dip the cookies in after they had baked.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">With some</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">1. coconut oil</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">2. confectioner's sugar</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">3. a small amount of butter and</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">4. of course some cocoa powder.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">No measurements required, just whatever looks good to you- and then melt in a pan.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">It hardened quite nicely and tasted a little bit like heaven on earth.</span></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576758671553301314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZPpplC2YpUWWpyyYvuAegNJ-abBh0ilXDIw8VGKmi1_DxzPxZYfg23onBZU1QklFU6JqOY98VcAniA-pQADPRcVgkh7i0DN-AVRAeIlIK4ajd_f40En2dT9TNd4hzmX83iZF9yNGxLxO6/s400/simplot+2011+009.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576758667138708642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1BWuY44L69LbJsE2Lo1bhYDnVq-YRoizwXVS4Jj-mzuziZcL4RZDKE8cz70-atjl1U32hyphenhyphenAuDvflRxTlIliFxZ3t-exofgPGE5zhPCFIRgld3vmiz8UKqL7SAk5myJSSFzNXwZtQuRqn3/s400/simplot+2011+005.JPG" /><br /><br /><div align="right"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576758670236342018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqgkGo7OjpISfxYW5PeEQXHaDbN2F6U1llVOF3KzSe_kfx-s8Ko3thVcKTGU3Naks-ja7ZvYH9mDmaqTHdlq5WcGUy9_nST-7y2g1OiQhRbaDwF3tYgUUBzvyt1S96gdlvuVXXqfJ23oek/s400/simplot+2011+007.JPG" /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576758683976523986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMKVE6EiotpTdZrYmMz0qHNizdtCs4fuk0QKrDajLAtOhfqX7AvdR5wXzAH5dYcecOJGBwS4Cb54rD6ausmX4O1UC_0y_9HRCOvrRnXSrwJyl3IcGBKk_PJccTElLtF6qq4yIXMUfgr4XP/s400/simplot+2011+010.JPG" /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Wintertime is exquisite, but sometimes we all need a little reminder that summer is always around the corner.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">To create, to savor, to remember.<br /></span><br /></div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13680438676983098355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710485679076077652.post-58708631162664652462011-02-12T12:02:00.000-08:002011-02-12T12:47:47.243-08:00try easy<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">i firmly believe that taking care of my body physically increases my spiritual and emotional stamina.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">today i concluded my week with 48 miles.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">i haven't done that since before the top of utah marathon last september!</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">i'm feeling pretty good. sore- but fantastic.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">it's really an incredible thing what your body can do. don't think about how hard it might be.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">don't try hard, try easy. it's not always as complicated as you might make it out to be in your mind.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">be smart of course, but don't be too logical.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">i can't believe how good i feel. life is incredible. my heart might burst through my chest for how full it is.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">ironic really that i've been running in a quaint little town called providence this week. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">for i've seen the providence of the Lord in every tree, leaf, and pebble.</span> </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">what are the tender mercies that you've seen in your life this week?</span>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13680438676983098355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710485679076077652.post-26384422556885970632011-02-07T18:31:00.001-08:002012-02-23T13:16:45.369-08:00<p align="right"></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">there are times when you need to do what you need to do. doing what has to be done so that you no longer feel like a big bird in a too small cage. longing to sing but not knowing where to find the source of such internal music.</span></p><p align="right"><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571147991373607218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcAmHXhjldSC0-7KMYqKes6wao36B1-lEH6SIWtSnSVHzxmXlNVCRpz7VfJRWwjaR2-TNbruMf_sIOEEme3pBsm8jMTiDADu3VYASHhOGsyJesmTefufx9Moxq7ppnJQAw8XJTFACHHBAc/s400/big+bird+in+small+cage.jpg" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">words cannot describe the fantastic feeling of first, uncomfortably finding a way to push out of the cage, and then finally breaking free. becoming instead a very small bird with the whole world at it's wingtips. </span></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571147995200175666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXT7UAMV2hshU3YqMF9ZXTvdIkPpNo-8-4cwZPrrdIJeWKwVEodfsjMFXSFH8_6tnNovh_N9l2I3w6bWbuCI-FA4BSgbM3B67VTzSNy395hZ7Ha0h1hlV6qJXpVPL-Gm94SEDz3uOXt50F/s400/escape.jpg" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">some may look at the cage and scoff saying "sometimes awful things must be endured" and i will agree and say "yes. only if these awful things will conclude in sweet nourishment for the bird".</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"></span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571147998385773058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPhZPpv8mSLdLhEkynSSOSb9Jl_aI6HQgTJ0xeNOxqO7utojW81pC-n2d2LY7Xg4UtTQNFtkXKUmBM81oMq9pNep96rjxe8zSb9HI4lRE5YPdIoo8Z8yTb_yX-AjW5dncjBfNGDhXem0SI/s400/free+bird.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">"Trust thyself- every heart vibrates to that iron string."</span></em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">-Ralph Waldo Emerson</span></div><br /><br /><br /><p></p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"></span>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13680438676983098355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710485679076077652.post-81925644170098582922011-01-30T23:01:00.000-08:002011-01-30T23:20:57.017-08:00organizing unorganization<div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">type. backspace. retype.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">there are just days that feel like they should be good writing days.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">so many things, so many emotions.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">but they're not. for those very reasons.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">no way to even begin sorting my brain laundry.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">ah well. we can't be organized all the time.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>think</em>, but do not think too hard. </span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>try</em>, but know your bounds.</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>love</em>, but do not expect.</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>live</em>, but for others more.</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>become</em>, but do not forget the beginning</span><span style="font-size:78%;"> [nor the end]<strong>.</strong></span></span></div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13680438676983098355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710485679076077652.post-90122459700108694932011-01-24T14:12:00.001-08:002012-02-23T13:16:12.843-08:00small and simple things<div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"><em>"I think we delight to praise that what we enjoy because the praise not merely expresses but completes the enjoyment; it is it's apppointed consummation."</em> -C.S. Lewis</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">it's fantastic really- the miracles that happen in our lives every day.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">some of these small things may not even be considered miracles in the eyes of critics.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">like when an elderly man walking, smiles, waves, and gives you an enthusiastic "hi".</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">or when your shampoo that's been practically empty for two weeks is still able to somehow produce enough substance to wash your hair every day.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">when your pet fish brings you priceless joy.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">when you decorate your drab apartment to feel a little more like home.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">and then there are the times when larger miracles happen.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">and leave you with no doubt that God lives.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">like when you're at the lowest of lows, and you just want to stay in bed all day.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">but suddenly you find yourself up and walking, running, <strong>living</strong>. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">and you don't know where the motivation or energy came from.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">there's no doubt that you were just carried by divine arms. </span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqEmTayCQB-qFtT-13UNvLdYyAxRAk6aNgQDqtdAcDxd65GuT56eRYxeoUu1FJDmKXtg71dJrSPFKT3go1TnVUkoxbCJNG7LL5k98iZ1lCe28srWIitMAzWqg7B8SA0Yv3Ew6axbjUE8T6/s1600/1-24-11+007.JPG"></a><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565879384522562802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqEmTayCQB-qFtT-13UNvLdYyAxRAk6aNgQDqtdAcDxd65GuT56eRYxeoUu1FJDmKXtg71dJrSPFKT3go1TnVUkoxbCJNG7LL5k98iZ1lCe28srWIitMAzWqg7B8SA0Yv3Ew6axbjUE8T6/s400/1-24-11+007.JPG" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">silly billy is a little melancholy. but he's the joy of our apartment. what a cute old man.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMKBfGKWmovSPoDAYWhfM61Q0Lnaael0lKaimBaJ3t96Adfb5ybTBjhYrcbTufmrk4sA5QMB7fmp5U_RvOLxGxujhYW_dBRwzBacOnr9-W7AuuAn9KdJrxnyYX_N3f29jgmEwHlHY-Jueo/s1600/1-24-11+003.JPG"></a><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565879377564589922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMKBfGKWmovSPoDAYWhfM61Q0Lnaael0lKaimBaJ3t96Adfb5ybTBjhYrcbTufmrk4sA5QMB7fmp5U_RvOLxGxujhYW_dBRwzBacOnr9-W7AuuAn9KdJrxnyYX_N3f29jgmEwHlHY-Jueo/s400/1-24-11+003.JPG" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">we were pretty proud of our fake flower arrangement.<br /></span><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565879370625456530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglDei7sf3PT1mhgg7e0NRdiO8tPHNK0cVgUcAWgi542BLmwp7f80daMBBTRMvVJC_Csy_sdhZmbUfeNk0D_Ik9SJV1VlHZpWdvItIgpUvES5D60rNfA15rusBjwsFAoXgML1Ss57PLkBe0/s400/1-24-11+001.JPG" /> </div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13680438676983098355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710485679076077652.post-46789811506422613682011-01-21T12:59:00.000-08:002011-01-21T13:14:17.520-08:00<p><span style="font-family:Constantia;font-size:85%;">too much lord of the rings? never.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Constantia;font-size:85%;">these are the words i hope to hear at the sweet end. and the new beginning.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Constantia;font-size:78%;">[you might want to turn up the volume at the beginning. it's my favorite part, but it starts out oh so quiet.]</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Constantia;font-size:78%;"></span> </p><p align="center"><embed height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JgcoBKWTW14"></embed></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Constantia;font-size:85%;"></span> </p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Constantia;font-size:85%;">lay down your sweet and weary head. night is falling-you've come to journey's end. sleep now and dream of the ones who came before they are calling from across the distant shore.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Constantia;font-size:85%;">why do you weep? what are these tears upon your face? soon you will see– all of your fears will pass away. safe in my arms you're only sleeping.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Constantia;font-size:85%;">what can you see on the horizon? why do the white gulls call? across the sea a pale moon rises. the ships have come to carry you home. and all will turn to silver glass. a light on the water– all souls pass.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Constantia;font-size:85%;">hope fades into the world of night. through shadows falling out of memory and time. don't say <we have come now to the end> white shores are calling– you and i will meet again.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Constantia;font-size:85%;">and you'll be here in my arms. just sleeping.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Constantia;"></span> </p>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13680438676983098355noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710485679076077652.post-14059851083057294272011-01-20T21:48:00.000-08:002011-01-20T22:17:41.286-08:00let them eat cookies<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtVx47xs9XfxbgHje6mxB1RCOtL34y8qQWMTYnxmxOu3yuAu2C1pKQwP6WXR9Ol6v9geW_CYyLLO86Ff4DTrvlYoNZ-vijGYAKFGjTBzwlPR-FxGdY_6EWgZ5TVc1nyerfrpvBs5J4yK5x/s1600/snickerdoodle_300.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 357px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564512210239763490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtVx47xs9XfxbgHje6mxB1RCOtL34y8qQWMTYnxmxOu3yuAu2C1pKQwP6WXR9Ol6v9geW_CYyLLO86Ff4DTrvlYoNZ-vijGYAKFGjTBzwlPR-FxGdY_6EWgZ5TVc1nyerfrpvBs5J4yK5x/s400/snickerdoodle_300.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">bitter feelings toward someone? hmmm. bake them cookies.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">silly- yet effective. doorbell ditching them is even better.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">simple and profound, the sweetness is sprinkled like snow-all around. </span></div><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"> </p><div align="center"><br /></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">"If our service is to be most effacacious, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">it must be accomplished for the love of God and the love of his children.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Savior applied that principle on the Sermon on the Mount,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">in which he commanded us to <strong>love our enemies</strong>-</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>bless them that curse us</strong>-</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>do good to them that hate us</strong>-</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>and pray for them that despitefully use us-</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>and persecute us</strong>." [Matt. 5:44]</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">". . .for if ye love them which love you, what reward have ye?</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Do not even the publicans the same?</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">. . . And if ye salute your brethren only, what do ye more than others?" [Matt. 5:46-47]</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">"This principle- that our service should be for the love of God and the love of fellowmen</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">rather than for personal advantage or any other lesser motive-</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">is admittedly a high standard."</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">-Dallin H. Oaks <em>Why Do We Serve? </em>Oct. 1984</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"></div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13680438676983098355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710485679076077652.post-21992952121156816952011-01-19T20:32:00.000-08:002011-01-20T17:48:49.975-08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">if you ever find yourself in logan please take the time to experience the wonderful <a href="http://arts.usu.edu/"><em>caine school of the </em>arts</a>. </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">i particulary reccomend attending at least one performance by the <a href="http://www.frystreetquartet.com/"><em>fry street quartet</em></a>.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/"></a></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">they are phenomenal. i never was one to voluntarily go to classical concerts like this, but now i need them in order to tune out the world in my head every once in a while.</span>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13680438676983098355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710485679076077652.post-79609221103983703692011-01-19T15:19:00.000-08:002011-01-19T16:47:37.987-08:00i often go walking<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipvvBNKOMgSA9_8eYBCTkp3HffdNB09xVFuPEtm1dwEG2w6XyATV60vj769mzK8GrUhwvibkGaSMUImTg6hUJViLWcyaRKGCB4ZhWk6SU5vyfTBrd_BhwOGQ41CFVAvpd8qYl1Bscyc3Jx/s1600/adams+park++1-19-11+023.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 74px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564049908595932754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipvvBNKOMgSA9_8eYBCTkp3HffdNB09xVFuPEtm1dwEG2w6XyATV60vj769mzK8GrUhwvibkGaSMUImTg6hUJViLWcyaRKGCB4ZhWk6SU5vyfTBrd_BhwOGQ41CFVAvpd8qYl1Bscyc3Jx/s200/adams+park++1-19-11+023.JPG" /></a></p><p align="right"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">different people deal with stress in different ways. i like to consider myself a pretty stress-free person.</span> </p><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">however there are a few things that get to me.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">like starting a new job for instance. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">i've sat down and tried to analyze why this freaks me out. mostly it stems from the unknown.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">the <em>unknown</em>. perhaps the most common fear.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">will it be as good as my previous job that i loved? will the people be nice? what if i do something wrong and get fired? [ok, worst case scenario right there]</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">tomorrow i start a new job. not glamorous by any means. but it has good hours and good pay.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">in an attempt to deal with the stress i walked away from what i would normally do. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">literally. i walked! i love walking.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">to adam's park with an abundance of...you guessed it. trees.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">please excuse the tree pictures. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">maybe one of you out there will appreciate them like i do. ;)</span></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpEcdAGYmMze0gkYSbzA-7aqxfbS4xEfkC7hs1j63dT4IC0cDrbnXfcPOsYgkzXMokF-Wcu7t131IJ_Ap9EnhGwAR0fGVnNQTwtOFFG9Lz9uCotbcS2vIU26tFcnnCmGoPsZPExCBiPY0i/s1600/adams+park++1-19-11+002.JPG"></a></p><div><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3BtGJexRQLe8umLG9-gJDmKoU9SZBIuM66othRMrSHxh5LDQrnQTdfih1Jd9n_njzLDSgO0BIZQhVaHexZJ-8cVz3X-y0d10UfqH2lyj4c9Zf-G-AqslP0t60laAAWWaFI4-jtf_nd3dC/s1600/adams+park++1-19-11+005.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564049897550092434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3BtGJexRQLe8umLG9-gJDmKoU9SZBIuM66othRMrSHxh5LDQrnQTdfih1Jd9n_njzLDSgO0BIZQhVaHexZJ-8cVz3X-y0d10UfqH2lyj4c9Zf-G-AqslP0t60laAAWWaFI4-jtf_nd3dC/s200/adams+park++1-19-11+005.JPG" /></a></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">i dream of walking down tree-bordered paths like this. and do.<br /></span></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMzo6wtpLmeevameMesR_CRLZWzuG2qMPdf7DQmvBZ-4-ea6ZaFxnyoEfo2ZEVZMeoT3BpA77frJBBRvSyG3jP8hNu0x9Xl2eFV-KBxcRi-kgEjZ8V28bwBZnRdjASOj_hBYeAXumN98LU/s1600/adams+park++1-19-11+035.JPG"></a></p><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpEcdAGYmMze0gkYSbzA-7aqxfbS4xEfkC7hs1j63dT4IC0cDrbnXfcPOsYgkzXMokF-Wcu7t131IJ_Ap9EnhGwAR0fGVnNQTwtOFFG9Lz9uCotbcS2vIU26tFcnnCmGoPsZPExCBiPY0i/s1600/adams+park++1-19-11+002.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564049880392303250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpEcdAGYmMze0gkYSbzA-7aqxfbS4xEfkC7hs1j63dT4IC0cDrbnXfcPOsYgkzXMokF-Wcu7t131IJ_Ap9EnhGwAR0fGVnNQTwtOFFG9Lz9uCotbcS2vIU26tFcnnCmGoPsZPExCBiPY0i/s200/adams+park++1-19-11+002.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> i love branches.</span></p><p align="right"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij9sHM-b_2wT5IPInsib9KkUuOzm7bRTltTxD_y0edRZq7cKZKnu3ZniIttfAN9K1tsOITZ_HsQD5MYUEyjwUCahjQU70EcEY3RqBWOwJNpC2aMUh1xbdYHhk39rbhcrc13ZMulSooHmvN/s1600/adams+park++1-19-11+040.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564052918464358962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij9sHM-b_2wT5IPInsib9KkUuOzm7bRTltTxD_y0edRZq7cKZKnu3ZniIttfAN9K1tsOITZ_HsQD5MYUEyjwUCahjQU70EcEY3RqBWOwJNpC2aMUh1xbdYHhk39rbhcrc13ZMulSooHmvN/s400/adams+park++1-19-11+040.JPG" /></a></p><div><br /> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm80_dc7rEl6DhEAFu2Edpj5aTuyS19z_FgYw_u9UiNyQS-sABz1peq238HbspugG5rZXVl8XSKoxlk0Q8ZtYqiBW5ua38aRM8_hCH_Dbm4Hkj6jJoKrf71oQoV-Hv9GIwBeeYriTJP9HG/s1600/adams+park++1-19-11+031.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564051987479255970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm80_dc7rEl6DhEAFu2Edpj5aTuyS19z_FgYw_u9UiNyQS-sABz1peq238HbspugG5rZXVl8XSKoxlk0Q8ZtYqiBW5ua38aRM8_hCH_Dbm4Hkj6jJoKrf71oQoV-Hv9GIwBeeYriTJP9HG/s320/adams+park++1-19-11+031.JPG" /></a></div><p align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU76VrjykxcGadzHKaD0puHFxc6h7prKK3igyxw7_4xHTyD2TroEM1jNEw-0LqZjIpr3lnUqkpKZjVNTF76Sg90crgbZvuaDsB5pM_RTHOwLwWaEgjn9yEf9MpWXGL9vEAvIU0b8_Brn5Z/s1600/adams+park++1-19-11+006.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564049905039348738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU76VrjykxcGadzHKaD0puHFxc6h7prKK3igyxw7_4xHTyD2TroEM1jNEw-0LqZjIpr3lnUqkpKZjVNTF76Sg90crgbZvuaDsB5pM_RTHOwLwWaEgjn9yEf9MpWXGL9vEAvIU0b8_Brn5Z/s200/adams+park++1-19-11+006.JPG" /></a></p><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMzo6wtpLmeevameMesR_CRLZWzuG2qMPdf7DQmvBZ-4-ea6ZaFxnyoEfo2ZEVZMeoT3BpA77frJBBRvSyG3jP8hNu0x9Xl2eFV-KBxcRi-kgEjZ8V28bwBZnRdjASOj_hBYeAXumN98LU/s1600/adams+park++1-19-11+035.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 174px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564052008226513682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMzo6wtpLmeevameMesR_CRLZWzuG2qMPdf7DQmvBZ-4-ea6ZaFxnyoEfo2ZEVZMeoT3BpA77frJBBRvSyG3jP8hNu0x9Xl2eFV-KBxcRi-kgEjZ8V28bwBZnRdjASOj_hBYeAXumN98LU/s320/adams+park++1-19-11+035.JPG" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Sb1g4JJ2nwhIkCdSWFcSsTknDHEQkDs_Deby8M3qvT9RX3HWHIs2T47fsFiPUMZTrlIToUQFgkcHFXkcvxF-O3HkWDPtX9q-fwvPUR4JVQz5KJf5tecy9mAlPwEhOnSBg9tut0f-g_-c/s1600/adams+park++1-19-11+029.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564051977388073538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Sb1g4JJ2nwhIkCdSWFcSsTknDHEQkDs_Deby8M3qvT9RX3HWHIs2T47fsFiPUMZTrlIToUQFgkcHFXkcvxF-O3HkWDPtX9q-fwvPUR4JVQz5KJf5tecy9mAlPwEhOnSBg9tut0f-g_-c/s320/adams+park++1-19-11+029.JPG" /></a></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">the colors on this giant willow root [with the leaves] are fantastic. </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_hyw6UqUsILlWn-GRQgzcmK-mmNh3U_qmB-vp0QlKjJHKRYmpegVOYPPmPZ1mQNiNotssjD0SshyM1-_VdpMrB8PFnAJm4btrR7FWxTVSnRDqC9PlDaY4vqc_e5WaGaVzcuNECb37HZiF/s1600/adams+park++1-19-11+034.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564052020234001170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_hyw6UqUsILlWn-GRQgzcmK-mmNh3U_qmB-vp0QlKjJHKRYmpegVOYPPmPZ1mQNiNotssjD0SshyM1-_VdpMrB8PFnAJm4btrR7FWxTVSnRDqC9PlDaY4vqc_e5WaGaVzcuNECb37HZiF/s320/adams+park++1-19-11+034.JPG" /></a></p><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN8WC6Qqx9O7xZj3cWQs56vs7Bd_qJ3Ps6pVulUl45n0zzxJFEhxuEAhcCz1ii4vDCvWASLjENrZfBuRsULsuhfb-MyeHmHV-TVLLJ7x-Yi5cRJaSbuirP4EpG2degLZTTvhq1TxJx6eEA/s1600/adams+park++1-19-11+003.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 77px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564049886859004354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN8WC6Qqx9O7xZj3cWQs56vs7Bd_qJ3Ps6pVulUl45n0zzxJFEhxuEAhcCz1ii4vDCvWASLjENrZfBuRsULsuhfb-MyeHmHV-TVLLJ7x-Yi5cRJaSbuirP4EpG2degLZTTvhq1TxJx6eEA/s200/adams+park++1-19-11+003.JPG" /></a></p><p align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJpDq2W2YhknP7u6DhlS06a2xvf_qsMwDGYRW4bu_DZm_rOao73L6vlJT_r9A5Y5oQ1_8DoXKm55qjKSLm1VYxW36U6Bhsw6tmxyhK30lymRpJQ8LGUy2HnQSJmR3cZA7yMp0o5KjduzcT/s1600/adams+park++1-19-11+046.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564052922159111938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJpDq2W2YhknP7u6DhlS06a2xvf_qsMwDGYRW4bu_DZm_rOao73L6vlJT_r9A5Y5oQ1_8DoXKm55qjKSLm1VYxW36U6Bhsw6tmxyhK30lymRpJQ8LGUy2HnQSJmR3cZA7yMp0o5KjduzcT/s400/adams+park++1-19-11+046.JPG" /></a></p><p align="center"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564051971826245410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ieTWByeUNwai7aeGc7PrEC-dKXhaZuii4vpRroFU7ZUIVSTZtbWOdZjGLNQ6vsjYYS87w53szfq2TsuYTqwHxHAXl2ugz8zCpGZFZURktCRtCpQl6qmKtBCkmE-mVz3vVMkHxVKvRy5p/s320/adams+park++1-19-11+027.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><div></div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13680438676983098355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710485679076077652.post-46338951301249489062011-01-18T18:47:00.000-08:002011-01-19T14:59:44.563-08:00<div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">What's up with my tree obsession? It just popped up one day a little over a year ago.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">Every tree that I see seems to be telling me a story. Whether it whispers it, yells it, or sings it-the song always manages to find a way into my ear.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>Every</strong> tree is beautiful to me. It can just be a little stick poking out of the cement in the middle of a dirty metropolitan area. But it doesn't matter, I still love it- and some kind of unexplainable emotion wells up inside of me at the sight.</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">You know in new classes, when they occasionally have little "get to know you" activities/assignments? Well I can never think of anything unique or clever to do/bring (as I'm sure is the case for most people).</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">"Hey, lemme run around the room for ya. Or maybe I'll go outside and come back all sweaty.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">Last spring in my English class I had run across this dilemma yet again. But this time a brilliant epiphany popped into my head faster than usual. I would make a slideshow of trees. Perhaps not very normal. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">But me nonetheless.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">I think that at least my teacher enjoyed it, because after I presented he proceeded to tell me about the old American Elm behind the Provo City courthouse.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">It looked like an extremely overgrown bonzai tree.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">Needless to say, the next time I went home I went to see it.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563724602082306082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSmbHxDG6VSoPKumskZVEAN0Gx9wDp4iLweReijSoGUfULTOjPMvO5wu8XYsxPp9pHcHuWO5BreRrR6THwKoN0cuDJAPg-R8uxinRo34C0NWSB9CBCEFrC8V4A6nqyAmCO2AYfpvnxQB2-/s200/spring+2010+073.JPG" /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;">Ariel loving the old elm.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSmbHxDG6VSoPKumskZVEAN0Gx9wDp4iLweReijSoGUfULTOjPMvO5wu8XYsxPp9pHcHuWO5BreRrR6THwKoN0cuDJAPg-R8uxinRo34C0NWSB9CBCEFrC8V4A6nqyAmCO2AYfpvnxQB2-/s1600/spring+2010+073.JPG"></a></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwVzxoHyLlQl-XjpEPglDj2-LlJKImm3KojVKN8yXipVDJRJlLJDHhoAN53Wuu5vmwVhbnjyJAUY0Tfom20CzUS3LSyaO3KRFdCjj6KfSPht5wIo3WvrtanBgf7iLdhKRwvopSWMmudpuP/s1600/spring+2010+067.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563724594000804418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwVzxoHyLlQl-XjpEPglDj2-LlJKImm3KojVKN8yXipVDJRJlLJDHhoAN53Wuu5vmwVhbnjyJAUY0Tfom20CzUS3LSyaO3KRFdCjj6KfSPht5wIo3WvrtanBgf7iLdhKRwvopSWMmudpuP/s200/spring+2010+067.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;">I couldn't get the whole tree in one shot because the branches were so widespread. Beautiful, but not very photogenic.<br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiezN2245kEPjhVKY0DZZusLUG7h2430FRIgjS7dkoz4EyG8c1i-yK8K56vLTrWIFIxCnaAf2bTJR6VRCZhyphenhyphenF6tm91XBJZlWnhWQGG0s-FMnxg9Gw5VxAKgRjJTUHbwx_UEZg7bDOP1xD1f/s1600/spring+2010+060.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563724586019866114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiezN2245kEPjhVKY0DZZusLUG7h2430FRIgjS7dkoz4EyG8c1i-yK8K56vLTrWIFIxCnaAf2bTJR6VRCZhyphenhyphenF6tm91XBJZlWnhWQGG0s-FMnxg9Gw5VxAKgRjJTUHbwx_UEZg7bDOP1xD1f/s200/spring+2010+060.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOBwtTlXVSM0ofB7f81H7_UOd2YlsYBShyphenhyphenmZ-SKZtTtxVFflrW3j97yri_GEj-vqDyAA-HjdpylEQeeN1BdYWhADSTQsTXtIVXwZC5ZlqPZY8zHsQNnWfVM86L41Ch5jJowX_8f2fc83Ne/s1600/tree+from+REL+1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563724583423403138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOBwtTlXVSM0ofB7f81H7_UOd2YlsYBShyphenhyphenmZ-SKZtTtxVFflrW3j97yri_GEj-vqDyAA-HjdpylEQeeN1BdYWhADSTQsTXtIVXwZC5ZlqPZY8zHsQNnWfVM86L41Ch5jJowX_8f2fc83Ne/s200/tree+from+REL+1.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />Ariel knows me so well. She takes pictures of trees and tags me in them on Facebook.<br /><br /></span><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcS24tf9OBExk1J_p7Y2H4sWoLwwuf0X9N3w9-_ehZaGDBFfpreRDv83n1aP8r44_PLgQpJBLPHdhXovatv3X6OiZd2pwiKiJHcofZIVWsCDR6-W7wicPGHmVud1I57DiJD-oZOUFCHqNM/s1600/tree+from+REL2.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563724579293972210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcS24tf9OBExk1J_p7Y2H4sWoLwwuf0X9N3w9-_ehZaGDBFfpreRDv83n1aP8r44_PLgQpJBLPHdhXovatv3X6OiZd2pwiKiJHcofZIVWsCDR6-W7wicPGHmVud1I57DiJD-oZOUFCHqNM/s200/tree+from+REL2.bmp" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />You can expect <strong>many</strong> more pictures of trees. Have no doubt about that.<br /><br /></span><br /><br /></div></div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13680438676983098355noreply@blogger.com2