<?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-5259918858803717776</id><updated>2011-07-30T18:21:56.981-07:00</updated><category term='childhood'/><category term='Christmas ornaments bell dove stocking angel fair trade HUB Global Village Marketplace Humanity Unites Brilliance'/><category term='2009'/><category term='Apprentice'/><category term='wings'/><category term='chanting'/><category term='mayan ruins'/><category term='self'/><category term='forgiveness'/><category term='clarity'/><category term='bee'/><category term='ancient hawaii'/><category term='truth'/><category term='dirty dishes'/><category term='travel'/><category term='wealth'/><category term='womens empowerment'/><category term='baking'/><category term='postcards'/><category term='laughing'/><category term='hawaiian language'/><category term='Forbes'/><category term='now moment'/><category term='choice'/><category term='singing'/><category term='weightloss'/><category term='timeless'/><category term='Lady Lyrica'/><category term='peace'/><category term='Positive Music'/><category term='transformation'/><category term='keeping new year&apos;s resolutions'/><category term='BraveHeart Women'/><category term='perfect light'/><category term='heart'/><category term='loosing it'/><category term='Night blooming jasmine'/><category term='Florida'/><category term='laughter'/><category term='Network Marketing'/><category term='internet marketing'/><category term='The Peaceful Woman'/><category term='fire'/><category term='hope bracelet'/><category term='Honey bees honeybees beehive queen fun facts'/><category term='wealthy'/><category term='sweet'/><category term='women&apos;s wealth'/><category term='goddess'/><category term='Political Commentary'/><category term='taffy'/><category term='Barack Obama'/><category term='power of now'/><category term='spirals'/><category term='Belize'/><category term='letting go'/><category term='Omarosa&apos;s Ultimate Merger'/><category term='love'/><category term='precious'/><category term='toning'/><category term='poor'/><category term='benefits'/><category term='trust'/><category term='homing pigeons'/><category term='journaling'/><category term='Donald Trump'/><category term='opportunity'/><category term='Amway'/><category term='radiance'/><category term='rich mind'/><category term='TVs Richest Man'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='women&apos;s retreats'/><category term='Trump'/><category term='blessings'/><category term='bank'/><category term='creative writing'/><category term='Trump Network'/><category term='soul'/><category term='blank book'/><category term='voice'/><category term='new year'/><category term='sun dried sheets'/><category term='bracelets gifts'/><category term='New Year&apos;s resolutions'/><category term='National Launch'/><category term='flour'/><category term='learning'/><category term='MLM'/><category term='Idol'/><category term='fair trade HUB Global Village Humanity Unites Brilliance coffee  humanity business'/><category term='pulling taffy'/><category term='sacred mystery'/><category term='Positive Change'/><category term='self growth'/><category term='maui'/><category term='women  creativity'/><category term='rich thinker'/><category term='new year&apos;s journal'/><category term='Kenya'/><category term='honey'/><category term='paradise'/><category term='secret of life'/><category term='expression'/><category term='antioxidant'/><category term='kitchen'/><category term='Donald'/><category term='organic'/><category term='insomnia'/><category term='Ideal Health'/><category term='abundance'/><category term='guidance'/><category term='Songwriting'/><category term='social media'/><category term='deep sleep'/><category term='fair trade'/><category term='Pele'/><category term='spiritual growth'/><category term='Women on the Edge of Evolution'/><category term='baby in sink'/><category term='health'/><title type='text'>Endless Possibilities &amp; Sweet Musings</title><subtitle type='html'>Inspiring and Positive Possibilities for our Changing World.
Hawaiian Wisdom and the true gifts of Aloha</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-2302047579619069865</id><published>2010-07-10T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T22:57:12.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Online Summer Extravaganza with BraveHeart Women</title><content type='html'>Aloha Sisters on the Feminine Power Journey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to share my song, "When BraveHearts Rise", with you.&amp;nbsp; I wrote and recorded it last summer for the BraveHeart Women's talent show . I performed this song live at RISE, an amazing event for women who are leading the way for the creation of a world that works for everyone. I will be attending again this year and bringing 9 other women with me. Ellie Drake, the CEO. has just announced a wonderful Free Online &lt;a href="https://braveheart.infusionsoft.com/go/extravganza/KH184"&gt;"Summer Extravaganza"&lt;/a&gt;, which will run for seven weeks, starting July 20th, 2010. Enjoy my video and find out more about &lt;a href="https://braveheart.infusionsoft.com/go/extravganza/KH184"&gt;the event&lt;/a&gt; below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="192" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6_NUZswvlog&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/6_NUZswvlog&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="192"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="https://braveheart.infusionsoft.com/go/extravganza/KH184"&gt;"Summer Extravaganza"&lt;/a&gt; will include interviews with 14 Amazing Women, including Dr. Maya Angelou, Leeza Gibbons, Mariel Hemmingway, Susan Anton, and Lisa Nichols. Registration is Free and you will receive the bonus of an incredible morning and evening affirmation recording from Ellie Drake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the things you will learn in the program are: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to banish useless energy like GUILT, SHAME, and REGRET from your brain so you can stop beating yourself up (women in particular play out negative emotions over and over in their heads, making them feel horrible);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to buck the PROCRASTINATION PATTERN any of us can slip into (you can’t step up to being your strongest self if you can’t get stuff done);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to INSTANTLY shift your attitude to transform your personal ability to lead and inspire (moods and emotions don?t have to control your destiny);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to easily break down and dissect the steps of TRUE PERSONAL, PROFESSIONAL, and GLOBAL FULFILLMENT (it’s shockingly simple when it’s laid out for you);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to DETOX areas of your life today so you can realize your dreams and get out of your own way (break the cycle of repeating habits that don’t serve you anymore);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to quickly discover your LIFE PURPOSE and put it into action (the Braveheart Community is tailored for meaningful connections and insights);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;How to easily uncover and OVERCOME BLIND SPOTS that hold you back from being your most magnificent self (all too often it is US holding ourselves back);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is really important to me is that BraveHeart Women will be tracking the signup links for the "Summer Extravaganza on a weekly basis and I am reaching out for your help to show up in a BIG WAY.&lt;br /&gt;Please &lt;a href="https://braveheart.infusionsoft.com/go/extravganza/KH184"&gt;sign up FREE here&lt;/a&gt; and continue your journey to your Best and Brightest Self.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much,&lt;br /&gt;Bentley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-2302047579619069865?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2302047579619069865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=2302047579619069865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/2302047579619069865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/2302047579619069865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2010/07/free-online-summer-extravaganza-with.html' title='Free Online Summer Extravaganza with BraveHeart Women'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-8448061359491500017</id><published>2010-02-04T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T16:20:08.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Don't Send Toxic Valentine Candy or Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/S2tjWu2lLtI/AAAAAAAAAUc/b1cGKEDiKd4/s1600-h/valentine.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/S2tjWu2lLtI/AAAAAAAAAUc/b1cGKEDiKd4/s320/valentine.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 million Americans will buy sweets and flowers for their loved ones on Valentine's Day. Unfortunately, these tokens of love aren't really as sweet or pure as they are presented to be. Over 40 percent of the world's conventional chocolate, which includes non-organic and non-Fair Trade, comes from Africa's Ivory Coast. This is the exact area where widespread instances of child slavery have been reported by the International Labor Organization and US State Department. The millions of bouquets that will be given are commercial flowers, most of which are produced in countries such as Colombia, and are unfortunately the most toxic and heavily sprayed agricultural crops on Earth.  Poorly paid workers in Third World countries put in up to 18 hour work days to supply the global market, for poverty wages during peak flower buying times such as Valentine's Day. But don't let the bad news squelch your Valentine's plans. Show your love by choosing Fair Trade and organic flowers and chocolate for your Valentine's Day gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/S2tjWu2lLtI/AAAAAAAAAUc/b1cGKEDiKd4/s1600-h/valentine.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There are other healthy options that also help those in need. Try &lt;a class="_b_auto" href="http://bit.ly/d6oyTh" target="_top"&gt;Fair trade organic chocolate&lt;/a&gt; from the Humanity Unites Brilliance Global Marketplace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-8448061359491500017?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8448061359491500017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=8448061359491500017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/8448061359491500017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/8448061359491500017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2010/02/please-dont-send-toxic-valentine-candy.html' title='Please Don&apos;t Send Toxic Valentine Candy or Flowers'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/S2tjWu2lLtI/AAAAAAAAAUc/b1cGKEDiKd4/s72-c/valentine.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-4073977564325489825</id><published>2010-01-15T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:47:21.292-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mayan ruins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Peaceful Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BraveHeart Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belize'/><title type='text'>Women Traveling to Belize to Play, Empower Ourselves and Each Other and Give Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/S14DTRz1URI/AAAAAAAAAUU/t_O8i-cLhCQ/s1600-h/butterfly+eye.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/S14DTRz1URI/AAAAAAAAAUU/t_O8i-cLhCQ/s320/butterfly+eye.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Travel with like-minded women and give back to the people of Belize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are both personal growth and a deep spiritual connection on your high priority list? Does giving to others from your deep well of abundance inspire you? Have you experienced the power that becomes available when women come together in support of one another? Do you enjoy traveling to exotic places and experiencing them from inside the culture instead of as a "tourist'? If your inner answer is "Yes",you have just directed yourself to the possibility for a peak experience you life this year. Want to play, be empowered and make a difference? I’m looking for some women who love fun, travel, personal empowerment and giving back. There are 11 spots open for women to travel with me on a fabulous adventure to Belize in June. We are going to build a library in a poor village in Belize, visit Mayan ruins, play, reflect, share and step more boldly into the greatest vision we hold for ourselves. This special Give Back Passage is in conjunction with &lt;a href="http://www.bentleyk.com/inspired.htm"&gt;The Peaceful Woman&lt;/a&gt; retreats on Maui, where I am a facilitator. The Peaceful Woman assists you in knowing your truths thru No-Lecture Retreats™&amp;nbsp;   which help you to discover, for yourself, your personal truths, creativity, intuitive nature, and inner peace.Would you be a perfect travel companions for this adventure? Curious to know more? I’d love to fill you in on the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:bentley@clearwire.net?subject=Belize"&gt;Email me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bentley Kalaway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-4073977564325489825?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4073977564325489825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=4073977564325489825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/4073977564325489825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/4073977564325489825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2010/01/women-traveling-to-belize-to-play-grow.html' title='Women Traveling to Belize to Play, Empower Ourselves and Each Other and Give Back'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/S14DTRz1URI/AAAAAAAAAUU/t_O8i-cLhCQ/s72-c/butterfly+eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-8434489156582361619</id><published>2010-01-05T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T13:16:40.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is All We've Got</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/S0Or6b12SoI/AAAAAAAAAUE/14gFDEC8auk/s1600-h/hourglass.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/S0Or6b12SoI/AAAAAAAAAUE/14gFDEC8auk/s320/hourglass.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The following quote really describes how I've been feeling in this New Year, especially concerning many of the dreams and projects that I can feel shaping up. I wanted to share it to find out if others are experiencing the same sense of urgency, no longer content to put off our creative projects anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From the perspective of evolution, time is all we’ve got. Evolution  only happens in and through time, so we can only affect change in the cosmos in  and through time. Therefore, if we care about making a difference, we need to  have the courage to look directly at our own lives in relationship to time. Why?  Because time runs out! And too many of us are still putting off what is most  important, postponing and hesitating, because we feel that we’re not quite ready  yet. We’re not quite ready to live a life that bold, that intentional, that  immediate. But time keeps passing. So to me, one of the most important steps in  an individual’s spiritual evolution is when they embrace what I call an absolute  relationship to time. That means they are no longer waiting for anything. They  are seeing the whole process of their own life-experience with a sense of great  urgency and immediacy because there is so much that they need to accomplish and  they need to do it now. If we are to truly make a difference in the  short time we each have on this earth, more and more of us need to awaken to  this Great Intention, this great urgency, and this great will to  evolve. That alone is what makes this life meaningful."&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Cohen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you move forward with what calls you this year and have great Success!&lt;br /&gt;Bentey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-8434489156582361619?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8434489156582361619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=8434489156582361619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/8434489156582361619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/8434489156582361619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-is-all-weve-got.html' title='Time is All We&apos;ve Got'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/S0Or6b12SoI/AAAAAAAAAUE/14gFDEC8auk/s72-c/hourglass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-1137745098596246716</id><published>2009-12-18T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T16:44:08.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Investing in Girls and Women Can Change the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Vq2mfF8puE&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/-Vq2mfF8puE&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;a href="http://bit.ly/8NcGOI"&gt;Educating a child&lt;/a&gt; is a significant investment, and the traditional roles that men and women play imply that sons are most investment-worthy. Worldwide, there are 115 girls to every 100 boys out of school, and of the girls who are in school, 20% will not complete primary level education. As a result, women worldwide are less educated than men to the extent that they make up two-thirds of the world’s illiterate people. For the girls left behind, they are likely to marry young, have more children and generate little income.When we lift women out of poverty they can serve as powerful agents of social change. A woman is more likely than her husband to put her earned income to good use. Her children are more likely to be educated and healthy. When a woman has more decision making power and financial resources, she is better able to plan her pregnancies and have fewer children, improving the quality of life for her whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In subsistence economies, water does not flow from a tap, daycare services are largely nonexistent, and feeding the family is a constant struggle. Much of the world still sees domestic work as “women’s work,” which can include collecting water, caring for the children, or harvesting a field. These many hours of hard labor are unpaid, and if a woman should seek income it will likely be through informal employment with small returns. As a result, the majority of the world’s poor are women, and they have fewer opportunities to become economically self-sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you knew there was a way you could help these girls and women and also create abundance for yourself, would you want to know more about it? &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/4VUyxZ"&gt;Humanity Unites Brilliance&lt;/a&gt; is a humanitarian for-benefit business that provides food, water, education and micro-loans to those in dire need. HUB offers an opportunity for multiple streams of network, affiliate and retail income to its members. The purpose of the company is to end scarcity in your world, reintroducing and maintaining abundance around you. Ending Scarcity will result in food and clean water being available to everyone on the planet, with education available to all, and clarity in financial literacy stimulating trade through micro loans to hundreds of millions of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One out of every five children currently does not have primary schooling in the world. HUB impact partners are &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/8NcGOI"&gt;delivering primary education&lt;/a&gt; to refugees, orphans and slum children. Equally imperative is to expand secondary education. Collaborating with impact partner Youth Action International, HUB supports young African girls and former child-soldiers with empowerment programs. The ENABLED project offers vocational training for physically and mentally handicapped post-conflict refugees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unregulated irrigation along the shores of Lake Victoria in has drastically lowered the availability of clean water. Women and children become critically ill through lack of water or usage of dirty water. The most simple way to catch, purify and &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/4VUyxZ"&gt;deliver clean water&lt;/a&gt; is through rain catchers. With the support of impact partners like Raincatcher.org, HUB has installed 6,000 to 24,000 liter raincatcher drums at rural school sites, with guttering on the roofs and a filter system fitted into the drum. Now children and their families can have clean water for drinking, playing, washing and gardening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/4VUyxZ"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micro-loans&lt;/a&gt; are used to help people living in extreme poverty start or expand a range of tiny businesses such as weaving and tailoring, husking rice, tea and coffee production, and delivering cell phone services to remote villages. HUB follows the vision of 2006 Nobel Peace Prize winner, Dr Mohammed Yunus and Micro Credit Summit and Results founder, Sam Daley Harris, to see micro loans and financial training available to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/4VUyxZ"&gt;HUB member&lt;/a&gt; and investor since May 2008 and I am truly grateful to be able to make a difference with my monthly contributions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-1137745098596246716?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1137745098596246716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=1137745098596246716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/1137745098596246716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/1137745098596246716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-investing-in-girls-and-women-can.html' title='How Investing in Girls and Women Can Change the World'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-635253677980723466</id><published>2009-11-29T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:00:28.483-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women on the Edge of Evolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women&apos;s wealth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Peaceful Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women  creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='womens empowerment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Lyrica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BraveHeart Women'/><title type='text'>Positive Possibility: Engaging Feminine Power for Maximum Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SxQBjhcteyI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bi5OLJdHzIw/s1600/DivineFeminine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SxQBjhcteyI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bi5OLJdHzIw/s320/DivineFeminine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409950762164648738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m proclaiming 2010 as the year of Positive Possibility for Feminine Power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2009 introduced me to many women’s organizations that are thriving by bringing women together to empower themselves and each other to benefit our world. (Find links at the end of this post.)The call is going out loud and clear and women are rising individually and collectively to answer it. These women share a common vision of changing our world for the better, and yet each individual woman understands that before she can empower others, she must empower herself to reach a place in her own life that affords her the time and energy to devote her courage and creativity to the larger issues facing humanity. Our businesses cannot grow unless we grow ourselves. I’m committed to growing my self every bit as much as the businesses I am building, for I absolutely understand that my inner world is always reflected outside of me. A thriving, evolving, abundant and growing business reflects my inner beliefs combined with my willingness to act on those beliefs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have created a system of ten questions which I use to stay inspired and moving forward in my life and in my businesses. I invite a wonderful and Divine Feminine presence to observe my thinking and gently guide me back to Source if my mind wanders into any kind of dis-empowering pattern. I also practice deep gratitude every day for the connection to the Divine Abundance that is the source of everything. This inspired action helps me fine tune my inner vibration so that I am in resonance with the Infinite Abundance and opportunities all around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Try These Ten Questions to Engage Feminine Power for Maximum Success:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I am faced with a challenge: How can I approach this challenge with courage and creativity? How is this challenge requiring me to develop a new skill or strengthen an existing one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I feel myself retreating or weighed down with frustration: How can I release the excuses I am making and claim my strength so that I can move in the direction of empowered action? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I am faced with a new obstacle: How is this new obstacle the perfect invitation for me to strengthen my commitment to my goal and to upgrade my passion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I feel like giving up: What is the greatest possibility here? What next small step can I take on my journey of discovery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I feel the need to ask for help: Where can I find wise counsel? What steps could I take to actively seek advice and direction knowing that new understandings can change my perception and possibilities?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I need new information or input: Where can I find new experiences that stretch me and opportunities that challenge me to show up in a new way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When fear and doubt begin to overwhelm me: How are my fear and my doubt ushering in necessary growth? What unknown worlds am I required to enter to develop my greatest potential?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When the needs of others threaten my balance: Can I help others in a way that also allows me to stand in my own power, honor my own boundaries and empower others to do the same? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When procrastination calls my name: What action  step can I take toward my goal, knowing there is never a “perfect” or “right” time, only the now moment that I actively proclaim to be the time to take action?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I need to restore, reflect and renew: What would be the most Self honoring action I could take to acknowledge how far I have come so far and rest and recharge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I proclaim 2010 as the year for women to let their dreams and goals define who they are, rather than letting their present circumstances define them. Our individual and collective dreams and goals can become the voices that call us forward. Present circumstances have only the power that we give them. Magnificent and positive possibilities abound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links to Women's Organizations and Projects that arrived in my 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bentleyk.com/inspired.htm"&gt;The Peaceful Woman&lt;/a&gt; (Inspired Women's Retreats) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bentleyk.com/inspired.htm"&gt;BraveHeart Women&lt;/a&gt; (Inspired Online Community) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bentleyk.com/inspired.htm"&gt;Lady Lyrica&lt;/a&gt; (Inspired Singers and Songwriters)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bentleyk.com/inspired.htm"&gt;Women on the Edge of Evolution&lt;/a&gt; (Inspired Teleseminars)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bentleyk.com/inspired.htm"&gt;Abundance Is Mine&lt;/a&gt; (Inspired Business for Entrepreneurs)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kickstartcart.com/app/?af=1101965"&gt;The Women's Information Network Inc.&lt;/a&gt; (Women Helping Women) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-635253677980723466?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/635253677980723466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=635253677980723466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/635253677980723466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/635253677980723466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/11/positive-possibility-engaging-feminine.html' title='Positive Possibility: Engaging Feminine Power for Maximum Success'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SxQBjhcteyI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bi5OLJdHzIw/s72-c/DivineFeminine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-1998192554194420187</id><published>2009-11-25T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T19:36:24.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"An Early Thanksgiving"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/Sw3rE-ZOUqI/AAAAAAAAATs/88gPZli70_4/s1600/candle_flame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/Sw3rE-ZOUqI/AAAAAAAAATs/88gPZli70_4/s320/candle_flame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408237198242632354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us."&lt;br /&gt;Albert Schweitzer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year since 1988, a certain Rabbi makes a call to Donald Trump to thank him for an act of kindness that happened over twenty years ago. Mr. Trump refers to this in a chapter titled “An Early Thanksgiving,” in his book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B002QGSY1S?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=bentlkalaw-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B002QGSY1S"&gt;Think Like a Champion: An Informal Education In Business and Life&lt;/a&gt;. The Rabbi always makes the call on the day before Rosh Hashanah, a holiday frequently referred to as the Jewish New Year. He calls Mr. Trump to thank him for support he provided many years ago when his three year old son was stricken with an illness the Los Angeles area doctors could not find a cure for. Because commercial airlines could not accommodate the extensive life support equipment needed to transport the sick boy, the Rabbi had called Donald Trump to request the use of his personal jet to fly the boy to New York. Donald made the arrangements though he did not know the Rabbi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, a cure was not found, and yet, to this day, the Rabbi remains grateful for the act of kindness from a man he did not know and still remembers to express his thanks year after year. This story is a reminder to all of us to reflect on being able to find the blessings in the midst of adversity as a way to handle difficult or even tragic times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this story today, while reading the book mentioned above. This Thanksgiving I’m grateful for Donald Trump and the &lt;a href="http://www.bentleyk.com/trump/"&gt;Trump Network&lt;/a&gt;. I’m thankful that a man with this kind of character has created an opportunity for everyday people to reclaim their financial futures and I’m grateful to be working with the amazing leaders who shared this opportunity with me, so that &lt;a href="http://www.bentleyk.com/trump/"&gt;I can help others&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bentley Kalaway&lt;br /&gt;Please &lt;a href="http://www.bentleyk.com/trump/"&gt;contact me&lt;/a&gt; for more information&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-1998192554194420187?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1998192554194420187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=1998192554194420187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/1998192554194420187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/1998192554194420187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/11/early-thanksgiving.html' title='&quot;An Early Thanksgiving&quot;'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/Sw3rE-ZOUqI/AAAAAAAAATs/88gPZli70_4/s72-c/candle_flame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-3609973994782898829</id><published>2009-11-20T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:37:31.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hamster Is the Season’s Hottest Toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SwdRukBWJWI/AAAAAAAAATk/Vcs23-EDIO4/s1600/hamster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SwdRukBWJWI/AAAAAAAAATk/Vcs23-EDIO4/s320/hamster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406379738066724194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fake hamsters are the hottest kids Christmas item according to an &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/11/21/business/21toys.html?src=linkedin"&gt; article&lt;/a&gt; by Ruth Fremson from the New York Times.The Zhu Zhu Pets are zero-maintenance artificial hamsters. The artificial rodents have some advantages over the real thing. They do not stink, chew electric wires, or run around their cages making noise at night. In fact, they do not need cages. Children are delighted at how they coo and scoot about unpredictably. Parents are delighted not to have to clean up after them. And at $7.99 each, the hamsters are recession-friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trouble is, Zhu Zhu Pets are so popular that stores cannot keep them in stock. The critters are routinely sold out at the likes of Toys “R” Us, Wal-Mart and Target, though more will hit the shelves the day after Thanksgiving, when deal-seekers wake up early to shop for bargains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=bentlkalaw-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=as1&amp;amp;asins=B002MG6U1I&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="width: 120px; height: 240px;" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The five different battery-operated hamsters — Chunk, PipSqueak, Mr. Squiggles, Num Nums and Patches — are mainly coveted by girls, according to toy industry professionals. This possibly makes sense; Jim Silver, editor in chief of TimetoPlayMag .com, pointed out that girls also own the majority of live hamsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toys “R” Us said this week that it would have tens of thousands of Zhu Zhu Pets in stock on the Friday after Thanksgiving. But consumers will have to drink coffee with their turkey if they want a hamster: Toys “R” Us stores will open on Thanksgiving at midnight, and the first 100 customers in line will receive a ticket for a Zhu Zhu Pet, with a limit of one for each household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Others may try to make a lot of noise out of a few hamsters,” Mr. Storch said, “but we have by far the most inventory and opportunity to find Zhu Zhu at any retailer.” (Next month, Toys “R” Us plans to offer an exclusive $100 Zhu Zhu Pets set that includes — brace yourself — two hamsters, an exercise wheel, a fun house, a car and garage, an adventure ball and a sleep dome.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, Cepia has found itself increasing hamster production and fielding phone calls from parents desperately seeking Zhu Zhu Pets, as well as their slightly pricier accessories, like a ramp with slide and a garage with car. There is even a surfboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Hornsby said the hamsters take their name from “zhu zhu,” or “little pig” in Chinese, which the folks at Cepia thought was fitting, given that hamsters are known for making messes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-3609973994782898829?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3609973994782898829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=3609973994782898829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/3609973994782898829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/3609973994782898829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/11/hamster-is-seasons-hottest-toy.html' title='A Hamster Is the Season’s Hottest Toy'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SwdRukBWJWI/AAAAAAAAATk/Vcs23-EDIO4/s72-c/hamster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-8586396122214141436</id><published>2009-11-20T11:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T15:28:24.493-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trump Network'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideal Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apprentice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donald Trump'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MLM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet marketing'/><title type='text'>“The Apprentice meets Amway?” Maybe not such a bad idea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SwbuOCJ4ZWI/AAAAAAAAATc/O6T4wg-e_00/s1600/The-Apprentice-Logo-763060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SwbuOCJ4ZWI/AAAAAAAAATc/O6T4wg-e_00/s320/The-Apprentice-Logo-763060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406270327568754018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In an associated press article titled, "Its like the Apprentice meets Amway," released on November 19th, the newly launched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.bentleyk.com/trump/"&gt;Trump Network&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; is given a thorough and only slightly biased dissection. The sincerity Donald Trump personally expresses, in describing his new &lt;a href="http://www.bentleyk.com/trump/"&gt;MLM&lt;/a&gt; as a “rescue and recovery” program for people who may need an extra income source during this recession is framed as being “blustery in its bullishness.” I think it is fair to say that many people actually are currently trying to find ways to make extra income. The article also states, “The company hopes the Trump name and image will help sell the products.” Personally, I don’t think it will hurt sales. Actually the company reported that "as a direct result of that article, the phones are ringing off the hook." Those that call in will be placed in contact with existing marketers who have proved their leadership capabilities. Of course the article brings up the usual criticisms that the salespeople end up using most of the products themselves. Would that really be a problem when the products are highly-advanced, scientifically-proven health and wellness products? I don’t think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What the article did not say, was that no network marketing company of this magnitude ever launched at a time in history when social media was exploding across the globe. The old days of pitching your hopes and dreams to just your friends and family are gone. Internet marketing has changed the game. The distributors who take advantage of the early growth phase of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.bentleyk.com/trump/"&gt;Trump Network&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, and use social media to build their organizations have the most to gain in the coming years as more products are rolled out and more markets in other countries are added. Currently, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.bentleyk.com/trump/"&gt;fastest growing organizations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; within the Trump Network are the ones who have adopted these new strategies.&lt;/span&gt; Our team works directly with David Carroll and Diamond University. You can, too. David Carroll just broke the company record by going diamond in 90 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the quote “Your financial health is as important to us as your personal health," the Trump Network encourages its marketers to build their businesses responsibly. That is why they offer a $48 option as an entry level position as well as a “Fast Start” option at $497.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Daniel Howard, a professor of marketing at Southern Methodist University's Cox School of Business, was interviewed for the article and offers this discouragement, "Multilevel marketing is a tough business, and most people don't make much money." This is actually true about most businesses in our current economic environment. I’m a professional musician and it is also a tough business where most artists don’t make a lot of money. The ones who are dedicated, focused and never quit at least have a better chance. The problem is that once the gig is done, the money ends. With network marketing, there is a huge difference. Perseverance and a lot of hard work in the beginning could pay off in the form of residual income for years to come. It’s true there are no guarantees in business or in life. It is also true that opportunities to ride a potential wave of this magnitude don’t happen every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you would like to learn how to use social media to begin building your our business &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.bentleyk.com/trump/"&gt;contact me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bentleyk.com/trump/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Read the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://bit.ly/1yXB2S"&gt;full news article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-8586396122214141436?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8586396122214141436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=8586396122214141436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/8586396122214141436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/8586396122214141436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-associated-press-article-released-on.html' title='“The Apprentice meets Amway?” Maybe not such a bad idea.'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SwbuOCJ4ZWI/AAAAAAAAATc/O6T4wg-e_00/s72-c/The-Apprentice-Logo-763060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-9166827811582600065</id><published>2009-11-11T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:39:29.668-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trump Network'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Network Marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Omarosa&apos;s Ultimate Merger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apprentice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donald Trump'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TVs Richest Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MLM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forbes'/><title type='text'>Forbes Announces TV's Second Richest Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SvsRIfIANoI/AAAAAAAAATE/rcR0YM55IsQ/s1600-h/The-Apprentice-Logo-763060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SvsRIfIANoI/AAAAAAAAATE/rcR0YM55IsQ/s320/The-Apprentice-Logo-763060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402931015452735106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everyone knows that TV’s  meanest and richest man is Simon Cowell, the mastermind from “Idol”, the most watched and profitable show on TV. Most people would never believe that Donald Trump comes in second according to a &lt;a href="http://www.forbes.com/2009/11/09/primetime-cowell-trump-business-entertainment-actors.html"&gt;Forbes list&lt;/a&gt; of the richest men in prime-time television. According to the magazine, Trump rakes in $50 million a year from TV. The one factor that sets Donald Trump apart from every other successful man on the list is that Donald doesn’t just appear on “Apprentice”, he owns it with reality producer Mark Burnett. The show has also expanded internationally with local versions in England, Italy, France and South America. Mr. Trump not only gets paid for his on screen time, but he and Mark Burnett split the millions of dollars the shows make each season as each commercial airs, with product sponsors such as Zappos.com, Loews Hotels and Chicken of the Sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trump also reaps millions from his books and the presentations and speeches he makes internationally, and also has lent his name to everything from alcohol to neck ties. His new reality show, &lt;a href="http://www.suntimes.com/entertainment/zwecker/1876316,CST-FTR-zp11.article"&gt;''Omarosa's Ultimate Merger'&lt;/a&gt;'was just announced this week. The outspoken diva and real estate mogul are reuniting, even though Mr. Trump reportedly can barely stand Omarosa, who was voted top TV reality villain by TV Guide. The show’s drama and intrigue will be built around Omarosa finding a mate among 12 eligible bachelors, who are challenged both on relationship and business issues, until one battered survivor stands triumphant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One of Donald Trump’s other new ventures has been quietly building steam out of the headlines. Thousands have already joined the &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/1iOAPq"&gt;Trump Network&lt;/a&gt;, a unique marketing opportunity, designed to make people healthier with customized vitamins and nutritional supplements, and to encourage individuals to become entrepreneurs and to take control of their financial well-being. Can you imagine the benefits these individuals will receive as Donald Trump sets out to create one million millionaires globally? What would happen if some of the commercial time for his popular TV shows was used to promote the &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/1iOAPq"&gt;Trump Network&lt;/a&gt; and the benefits were reaped by everyday people instead of corporations? Personally, I’m seeing a perfect storm here for creating a much brighter financial future and I have been successfully building my business with some of the company's strongest leaders, surfing the pre-launch wave. The Trump Network officially launches on November 12th, 2009. I’d be happy to share information on both the Trump Network and why working with &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/1iOAPq"&gt;my team&lt;/a&gt; is the best choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bentley Kalaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-9166827811582600065?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/9166827811582600065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=9166827811582600065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/9166827811582600065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/9166827811582600065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-not-go-into-business-with-tvs.html' title='Forbes Announces TV&apos;s Second Richest Man'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SvsRIfIANoI/AAAAAAAAATE/rcR0YM55IsQ/s72-c/The-Apprentice-Logo-763060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-5182712346784475715</id><published>2009-11-09T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T15:18:50.663-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trump Network'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rich thinker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wealth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wealthy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abundance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donald Trump'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opportunity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rich mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poor'/><title type='text'>Are You In Your Rich Mind or Your Poor Mind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SvhbaTxaAYI/AAAAAAAAASc/03ZjoNk6mdQ/s1600-h/active_mind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SvhbaTxaAYI/AAAAAAAAASc/03ZjoNk6mdQ/s320/active_mind.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402168260573135234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;According to &lt;a href="http://positivepelham.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-is-wealth-special-report-from-etrs.html"&gt;Michael Masterson's keynote speech: The Special Theory of Automatic Wealth&lt;/a&gt;, accumulating true wealth actually all boils down to the decisions that you make. He explains that in every moment of our life we all make the decision to become richer or poorer. A person with a rich mind sees opportunities everywhere. More importantly a rich thinker has also developed the internal and emotional capacity to take action, which could mean actually working on the new project now, or really applying what you just learned at a webinar or seminar. A rich thinker also spends much of their free time researching and gaining new skills. In contrast, a poor thinker believes that there is a limited amount of wealth in the world and that the lucky have most of it. The poor thinker wants his share and uses most of his energy criticizing and condemning the people who have the wealth he thinks he is entitled to. Poor thinkers never become rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody makes rich decisions all of the time, but if a person makes enough of them, momentum can be created and they begin to come easier. What happens is that your conscious thinking wakes up and starts to see more opportunities everywhere. They show up through people you meet, books you read, and even problems you face. Each and every spending decision, or life decision you make gives you a chance to reflect and experience whether you are in your "rich mind" or your "poor mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really doesn't matter what kind of business opportunity you represent, or which affiliate programs you are promoting; without a change in your thinking, success will remain out of your reach. Recently, I came across a &lt;a href="http://mauialoha.magneticsponsoringonline.com/"&gt;free video series&lt;/a&gt; that took everything I thought I knew about marketing and turned it all upside down. I'm learning the real truth about making money. It's an inside job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mauialoha.magneticsponsoringonline.com/" onclick="javascript:document.location.href='http://bit.ly/6NyUSb';"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-5182712346784475715?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5182712346784475715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=5182712346784475715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/5182712346784475715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/5182712346784475715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/11/are-you-in-your-rich-mind-or-your-poor.html' title='Are You In Your Rich Mind or Your Poor Mind?'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SvhbaTxaAYI/AAAAAAAAASc/03ZjoNk6mdQ/s72-c/active_mind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-3085101366388849373</id><published>2009-10-31T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T19:58:34.533-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trump Network'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Launch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postcards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trump'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donald'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donald Trump'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MLM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida'/><title type='text'>Lights, Camera, Action! The Trump Network Launches in Miami!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SuyFiw272lI/AAAAAAAAASU/vA4CGet0CjQ/s1600-h/dtrump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SuyFiw272lI/AAAAAAAAASU/vA4CGet0CjQ/s320/dtrump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398836885587745362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In true Trump fashion, a first class, hi-tech lighting and sound extravaganza ushered in the Miami Launch of the &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/1iOAPq"&gt;Trump Network&lt;/a&gt; just last night before an audience of thousands of marketers who are already inspired and inspiring others to ride this wave to success. Over this weekend, marketers will learn about the plans Donald Trump has to create one million millionaires using mass media coverage and the introduction of a whole new array of products here in the US before the company goes global.The next 21 City Founders' Tour starts in January. The next big event will be in April in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I actually got into the &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/1iOAPq"&gt;Trump Network&lt;/a&gt; last summer from reading a tweet! It wasn’t just the name brand recognition of the name Donald Trump, or the fact that with our economy the way it is, the timing is great for a good opportunity. What sold me was that the team I was joining was using the brightest and the best social media marketing techniques and the training with David Carroll’s Diamond University would be free. That information alone was worth way more than I paid to start my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting thing happened however. I followed the plan laid out by the leaders and my group began to grow. I lost my “gig” at a local restaurant due to the “economy” and got really inspired to grow a business that would continue to create residual income after the initial efforts, instead of “job”, that could be lost so easily, or trading my hours for dollars. I now have marketers all over the United States, and also Portugal. I have learned that it is possible to work this business from another country by setting up an LLC through companies such as Legalzoom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get on the wave!&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/1iOAPq"&gt; Join the fastest growing team&lt;/a&gt; and build this business for yourself and those you care about. Our team is currently the fastest growing team in the Trump Network, due to the cutting edge training we receive from our Diamond leaders, David Carroll, Sunil Wadwa, Rick Walsh, Ben Kane and others. Our team is responsible for hundreds of meetings across the US, where you can send your own prospects and be assured they will experience the very best presentation of this timely and amazing opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take action now!  &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/1iOAPq"&gt;Contact me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bentley Kalaway&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-3085101366388849373?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3085101366388849373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=3085101366388849373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/3085101366388849373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/3085101366388849373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/10/trump-network-is-truly-treating-its.html' title='Lights, Camera, Action! The Trump Network Launches in Miami!'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SuyFiw272lI/AAAAAAAAASU/vA4CGet0CjQ/s72-c/dtrump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-1178104705545723072</id><published>2009-07-31T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:46:22.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songwriting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><title type='text'>My Voice Cannot Contradict Who I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SnOnc1P9EnI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZSpmaC9RfYU/s1600-h/songearthheaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SnOnc1P9EnI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZSpmaC9RfYU/s320/songearthheaven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364815694900564594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I deeply appreciate my voice, my very own spoken cosmic signature, as unique as my fingerprints. Breath and sound share a sacred duty and space in my being, requiring that I inspire and fill myself with life before my voice is guaranteed safe passage and expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardian of my deepest truths, with a clairvoyant, intuitive knowledge of my heart, my voice cannot contradict who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My voice is pure white before passing through the prism of my emotions and life experiences, transforming into unlimited hues and textures, audible conduits for spirit. Infectious outbursts of uncontrollable laughter, the excruciating utterances of childbirth, and the exquisite murmurings of deep intimate pleasure all splash colors of my soul on to the soundscape of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful to my voice for embarking on a hero’s journey through uncharted territories in unformed lands, focused on its own particular destination, its own holy grail. There are moments when it must carry a sword, making direct and bold declarations in the face of formidable foes. Times when my voice must cry, long and mournfully, over precious lost treasures and failed quests. Periods when it must simply be silent, patiently waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SnOqYugC5LI/AAAAAAAAASE/WGdWfZTtdag/s1600-h/heartlight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SnOqYugC5LI/AAAAAAAAASE/WGdWfZTtdag/s320/heartlight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364818922904413362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hero’s homecoming for my voice happens in a miraculous moment, when having filled itself as a vessel full to the brim with vast amounts of hopeful energy and proclamations of life’s beauty, it sings, relaxed and perfectly balanced, a melody of absolute knowing that rises, taking hearts with it, all the way to the gates of Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Love is looking at life and then singing it, on your note, no one else’s, whole unto yourself.” Bentley Kalaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/divine%20song/eerie777/1%202009/sunmanandearth-1.jpg"&gt;top photo credit eerie777&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/heaven%20heart%20song%20art/rinchendawa/heart.jpg"&gt;end photo credit rinchendawa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©   Bentley Kalaway  2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bentleyk.com/"&gt;Bentley Kalaway Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-1178104705545723072?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1178104705545723072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=1178104705545723072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/1178104705545723072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/1178104705545723072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-deeply-appreciate-my-voice-my-very.html' title='My Voice Cannot Contradict Who I Am'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SnOnc1P9EnI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZSpmaC9RfYU/s72-c/songearthheaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-6964391056450559973</id><published>2009-07-31T18:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:44:46.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women  creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby in sink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dirty dishes'/><title type='text'>Circus in the Kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SnOgVJZvbbI/AAAAAAAAARc/reZK5Ds2joU/s1600-h/dirtydisheswithbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SnOgVJZvbbI/AAAAAAAAARc/reZK5Ds2joU/s320/dirtydisheswithbaby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364807866289974706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kitchen was far from tidy. Stacks of dishes competed for best balancing act in a circus with more than three rings. A neglected stack of magazines and mail was trying it’s best to audition for the ringleader’s attention. Coffee grounds, soggy, black, and now unemployable lie lifeless in the sink, spent from giving their best performance earlier. Faint remains of a path of muddied footprints were now blurred on the floor, the particles of dirt having lost their stand in a storm of other movement. The pristine light of a clear and ordered world sent a perfect beam though the window, spotlighting the chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t that the woman didn’t care. She cared deeply. As deeply as caverns carved by underground rivers, and oceans with bottomless floors. Almost as deeply as the love in a mother’s heart for her children. She cared. About words, about music, about what might emerge next from her own depths if she just allowed it to spring up amidst the chores and life’s unending, clamoring “to do” list. The woman knew her creative self was behind the curtain with glorious gifts, descriptions and melodies, enthralled to lace them together and make her profound presentation. A humble performer, she needed just one small thing. Could she please, just for a moment, have the center ring?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SnOgdMcojMI/AAAAAAAAARk/r62QPG_C2xU/s1600-h/threeringcircuswomen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SnOgdMcojMI/AAAAAAAAARk/r62QPG_C2xU/s320/threeringcircuswomen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364808004546366658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©   Bentley Kalaway  2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bentleyk.com/"&gt;Bentley Kalaway Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-6964391056450559973?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6964391056450559973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=6964391056450559973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/6964391056450559973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/6964391056450559973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/kitchen-clutter.html' title='Circus in the Kitchen'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SnOgVJZvbbI/AAAAAAAAARc/reZK5Ds2joU/s72-c/dirtydisheswithbaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-9103644685412124163</id><published>2009-07-31T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:17:58.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Guitar: Retreat for My Hands, Home for My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SnOWqDPlIfI/AAAAAAAAARM/szvawLOQwLs/s1600-h/guitarart2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SnOWqDPlIfI/AAAAAAAAARM/szvawLOQwLs/s320/guitarart2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364797230297719282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The texture of my foundation consists of six parallel lines of nylon or wound steel, lying like triple train tracks on a thin bed of polished wood. This unusual platform is not a place to set my feet, but a perfect retreat for my fingers and hands, and a cherished home for my heart. Brave fingers, in turn press, caress and invite sounds to emerge, to birth themselves. I become the midwife who catches the precious newborn chords and melodies, my condensed soul musings now audible. Loving fingers, willing gatekeepers to a deeper realm, dance on my wood and string matrix. My beloved guitar becomes a stage of choice and possibility, kindly inviting everything not yet whispered to become known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © Bentley Kalaway 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bentleyk.com/"&gt;Bentley Kalaway Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-9103644685412124163?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/9103644685412124163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=9103644685412124163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/9103644685412124163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/9103644685412124163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-guitar-retreat-for-my-hands-home-for.html' title='My Guitar: Retreat for My Hands, Home for My Heart'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SnOWqDPlIfI/AAAAAAAAARM/szvawLOQwLs/s72-c/guitarart2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-5221630372784396309</id><published>2009-07-23T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T11:35:56.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radiance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><title type='text'>Burn Brightly the Inner Radiance of Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/Smjc-eMEplI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/v965wlL2J2c/s1600-h/Pele_Volcano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/Smjc-eMEplI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/v965wlL2J2c/s320/Pele_Volcano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361778322198275666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ancient eyes are an entryway to Pele’s fiery realm. I can see her dancing, in her red robes, on the rim of the distant volcano, destroying old, creating new. To travel there, I must fall backward in time, through my mother’s eyes, and my grandmother’s eyes, continuing through the soul windows of all my feminine ancestry, tracing a matriarchal lineage of birth and death. Falling through multiple lenses of women’s perspective, I learn patience, wisdom, and the power of pure loving action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am part of the feminine spirit erupting into life through cycles. Sometimes I lie dormant, content to nurture the ember of my dream. I may vent steam as I collect the necessary heat of desire to become something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I am the slow moving, churning lava, amassing potential energy for change. In the next moment, I am molten lava as it blasts up into the air, hit by the gusty winds of life and stretched into extremely thin threads of glass which then fall like shiny amber rain in the sunlight. My eyes help to make things seem linear, which indeed they are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmjdxkwqX5I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/_7U2ic9_v5Y/s1600-h/goddessofthestars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmjdxkwqX5I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/_7U2ic9_v5Y/s320/goddessofthestars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361779200135683986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are jagged, circular and inside out. Pele’s fire has scorched my separation and my mundane boxes, leaving gifts in my inner storehouse for my greater creative expression. I open all of the windows in the house of flames to have a better view of the stars. The goddess of fire and all of the mothers have joined to become twinkling lights, soul sparks, a celestial map of our collective journey to burn brightly the inner radiance of Self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aejv.com/warren-ltd.htm"&gt;Pele/volcano photo credit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © Bentley Kalaway 2009&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-5221630372784396309?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5221630372784396309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=5221630372784396309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/5221630372784396309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/5221630372784396309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/pele-photo-credit-copyright-bentley.html' title='Burn Brightly the Inner Radiance of Self'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/Smjc-eMEplI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/v965wlL2J2c/s72-c/Pele_Volcano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-4102195947508540961</id><published>2009-07-23T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:44:57.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sacred mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chanting'/><title type='text'>The Sound of  Sacred Mystery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmjXvCd8bQI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Y_oeF58TeX0/s1600-h/toning+woman.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmjXvCd8bQI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Y_oeF58TeX0/s320/toning+woman.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361772559500864770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sound carries more than my voice. It carries a sacred mystery, born in my place of no beginning, now traveling through me and breaking through the veil of my lips as the long tone of “aaahh”. A guest of my breath, the sound nurtures every cell in my body on its journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sacred sound sings itself in the gigantic cavern that is my head, sending waves that echo, again and again as they lovingly pass through each other. Like a most nurturing mother, my tones gather the energy of my wounded places in loving arms, and release them with my musical outbreath as gently as flowers showered at a wedding. My inner concert of rhythm and tone repeatedly blesses every dimension in all of my worlds with peace deeper than a silent dawn. My toning opens me to the song of my essential self, where I am one, where I am many,  a single perfect note in the cosmic symphony of connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©   Bentley Kalaway  2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmjXjwzrv7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/nlX-wwP6Gfo/s1600-h/toning+woman.jpeg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-4102195947508540961?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4102195947508540961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=4102195947508540961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/4102195947508540961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/4102195947508540961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/sound-carries-more-than-my-voice.html' title='The Sound of  Sacred Mystery'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmjXvCd8bQI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Y_oeF58TeX0/s72-c/toning+woman.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-182304413189439857</id><published>2009-07-23T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:17:18.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timeless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfect light'/><title type='text'>Growing in the Space Love Allows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmjExxT6mSI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xXgUELtJbFk/s1600-h/Illuminated+Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmjExxT6mSI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xXgUELtJbFk/s320/Illuminated+Heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361751715714079010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far from still&lt;br /&gt;My heart becomes&lt;br /&gt;An expanding universe&lt;br /&gt;And goes voyaging on its own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyously opening to&lt;br /&gt;The cascading light it finds&lt;br /&gt;Pouring forth&lt;br /&gt;From a pure and innocent place&lt;br /&gt;Within your spacious, kindred heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicate soul fingers&lt;br /&gt;Lace themselves&lt;br /&gt;In a prayer of gratitude&lt;br /&gt;And gently open to reveal&lt;br /&gt;A timeless sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;A celestial meadow&lt;br /&gt;Growing in the space&lt;br /&gt;Love allows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©   Bentley Kalaway  2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-182304413189439857?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/182304413189439857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=182304413189439857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/182304413189439857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/182304413189439857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/growing-in-space-love-allows.html' title='Growing in the Space Love Allows'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmjExxT6mSI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xXgUELtJbFk/s72-c/Illuminated+Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-996047582729271926</id><published>2009-07-22T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T12:43:58.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul and the Bonfire Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmdjK---O_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/WqVwelHTsIg/s1600-h/fireineyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmdjK---O_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/WqVwelHTsIg/s320/fireineyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361362921764830194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The woman’s bones remember the fire. Her eyes each hold a delicate miniature reflection of the blaze she gazes into. This is a familiar light, an ancient rhythmic ritual, consciously forgotten, yet eternally remembered in stark detail deep within her marrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire has been burning now for hours, and some of the once intact huge logs have transformed from brown and gold ringed cylinders, into fallen ember cities. The golden white embers flickere in turn creating a feeling of Christmas lights dissolving in blurry slow motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman is mesmerized. Her breathing deepens and slows as her mind loosens its hold and begins to toss cares and concerns, one by one into the places where the flames still dance. She becomes timeless and still.The earthly fire is transformed into one universal flame, the beginning and ending of every material thing. Without moving, she enters the fire and at the same time invites the fire to consume her being, soul and fire now one, at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©   Bentley Kalaway  2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/fire%20reflected%20in%20eyes/yellowhanded/fire.jpg"&gt;photo credit-yellowhanded&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-996047582729271926?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/996047582729271926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=996047582729271926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/996047582729271926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/996047582729271926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/womans-bones-remembered-fire.html' title='Soul and the Bonfire Woman'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmdjK---O_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/WqVwelHTsIg/s72-c/fireineyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-4980200326543255840</id><published>2009-07-22T00:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T21:55:52.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wealth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='precious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfect light'/><title type='text'>The Bank Of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/Sma8iFINtdI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Yy3AlsN2TpE/s1600-h/countryside-castle.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361179700109358546" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/Sma8iFINtdI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Yy3AlsN2TpE/s320/countryside-castle.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 179px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ageless stone building floats with a dream like quality in the quiet countryside.  A well worn path winds through wildflowers and exotic grasses leading to the entranceway.  An unusual plaque hangs just outside the beautifully weathered front door. It says, “Bank of Life”, “Deposits and Withdrawals Always Welcome”, and “Please Remove All Self Judgment Before Entering."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This prompts me to thoroughly let go of the inadequacies and shortcomings of my small self.  I also put the questions, “How much have you accomplished?” and “What will you do next?” in the basket provided. Only then does the door magically open, and as I enter, I experience an unknown source of illumination flooding the inner room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bank of Life does not hold the usual currencies and certificates denoting material wealth. My life experiences are my deposits and withdrawals, each one holding enormous spiritual value. The tellers are required to tell from a soul perspective. I can revisit any transaction to be reminded of the gift that was present in the moment of the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/Sma6EOt6H8I/AAAAAAAAAPE/rHvFBaYj01U/s1600-h/magic+bank.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361176988264046530" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/Sma6EOt6H8I/AAAAAAAAAPE/rHvFBaYj01U/s320/magic+bank.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 280px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 280px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are no calculators, only a universal abacus.  It has counted prayers and kind thoughts that I have long since forgotten. It has found precious items I thought I had lost.  It displays enticing fruits of my labors that I was unaware of.  It has recorded every small act of courage, every tiny step I have taken to make a difference in this world. It has even tallied my tears and exchanged them for joy. I have accrued more interest, more blessings than I ever dreamed possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember to look for the source of illumination. Once again, it has found me. The perfect light. It is the light of the soul plane, reminding me to draw it into myself and become the radiance to light the way for others.  I know that I can shape my potential gifts and talents from this light through my thoughts and actions.  It is truly my most precious asset. I withdraw one spark from this higher dimension of light, tuck it in my pocket and leave the Bank of Life with a deeply satisfying smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/Smdo4-GDGrI/AAAAAAAAAQE/7LuX7emvJvM/s1600-h/key+to+abundance.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361369209358195378" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/Smdo4-GDGrI/AAAAAAAAAQE/7LuX7emvJvM/s320/key+to+abundance.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 293px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I walk away with a prayer to consistently see and choose the path of most light in everything I do. I will carry the light in my aura and in my atoms and every other part of my existence. Ordinary reality has shifted. My vision of what is possible in my life glows from within. In the midst of the whirl and storm of ordinary reality, I am guided by the perfect light, a tiny spark from the Bank of Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©   Bentley Kalaway  2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-4980200326543255840?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4980200326543255840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=4980200326543255840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/4980200326543255840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/4980200326543255840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/bank-of-life.html' title='The Bank Of Life'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/Sma8iFINtdI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Yy3AlsN2TpE/s72-c/countryside-castle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-658182658842864762</id><published>2009-07-21T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:52:28.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loosing it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Laughter is Love's Breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/Sma1eufgYTI/AAAAAAAAAOs/0no8JXaHz4M/s1600-h/laughinggirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/Sma1eufgYTI/AAAAAAAAAOs/0no8JXaHz4M/s320/laughinggirls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361171945912033586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Laughter is love’s breath and in some cases, love’s absence of breath; when extreme mirth leaves no time or room for inhaling, when tears, for some reason, rush on to the stage of your face, falling over each other in a body pile, stumbling, limbs weak with hilarity.  This runaway kind of laughing breaks the rules and leaves the belly with an agenda of total noncompliance, going wherever it wants, commandeering every body part and function for its own purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very best treasure of life is losing it, when words don’t even have a chance to survive in the deluge of sound gone wild, unbridled joy on a rampage.  Trying to escape, phrases explode in to pieces, syllabullus interuptus, creating an entirely new language of the ridiculous.  Unaccustomed to the rigors of holding up such a happy face, our cheeks seem to be held hostage, delightfully aching, pushed as close to our eyeballs as they can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/Sma19vpgh5I/AAAAAAAAAO0/MMVSy9Sy_tw/s1600-h/laughingkid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/Sma19vpgh5I/AAAAAAAAAO0/MMVSy9Sy_tw/s320/laughingkid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361172478798366610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These bouts of laughter seem to be most often shared with people we love, or at least people we are comfortable with and trust. The relaxation that follows one of these delightful fits can feel as deep as an hour massage and a cranial sacral adjustment. Perhaps, laughing is like a human reset button, most useful in stressful times when our wires are crossed and our circuits have overloaded. We’re more likely to laugh with others than alone, but I find extreme delight when I am pushed to at least giggling, all by myself. My most recent episode occurred yesterday, when after an 16 hour double shift, I arrived home used up,  to find my love had made my bed for me, and propped a teddy bear on the pillow, with my reading glasses on, playing a ukulele. The tension of the day released its grip and dropped away when I laughed out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©   Bentley Kalaway  2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-658182658842864762?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/658182658842864762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=658182658842864762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/658182658842864762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/658182658842864762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/laughter-is-loves-breath-and-in-some.html' title='Laughter is Love&apos;s Breath'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/Sma1eufgYTI/AAAAAAAAAOs/0no8JXaHz4M/s72-c/laughinggirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-4078087803673537832</id><published>2009-07-21T20:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T19:22:40.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taffy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pulling taffy'/><title type='text'>The Taffy Pull</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmaEeY2wVTI/AAAAAAAAAN0/TSlhM0IKLvY/s1600-h/taffy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361118064034207026" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmaEeY2wVTI/AAAAAAAAAN0/TSlhM0IKLvY/s320/taffy.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel pulled and stretched too far by too many hands in too many directions, like taffy. Supposedly it’s the most important step in making taffy, stretching it out and folding it over in half, then stretching and folding again, over and over until it reaches the point of exhaustion. I am tired candy. Willing little taffy pulling hands are lined up wherever I turn. Sticky fingers belong to children, career choices, financial obligations, homework, shopping, meals to cook, fluctuating hormones, unlived dreams and sleepless nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmaEnp1cEVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8C42u585AnY/s1600-h/taffy+pullers.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361118223210910034" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmaEnp1cEVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8C42u585AnY/s320/taffy+pullers.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 274px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of this pulling is necessary to infuse the taffy with tiny air bubbles, which lessen the intensity of its color and make it light and chewy. I am taffy that had to stay after school.  I feel heavy and tough. Deep breath in. Air bubbles to soften my edges. Heaviness out. More breath, less density and I emit softer emotional colors. Another breath, gratitude massages the leathery hand of my toughness with essential oils.  I do not choose to follow taffy’s cruel end, to be worked until, having become difficult to pull, only one tap is required and the candy snaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose instead to now feel the pulling as a gentle ocean tide, a slow motion, organic ebbing and flowing. I continue to breathe myself into nonresistance.  All of the taffy pullers are now fingers of the tide, massaging me, giving me the energy to unfold my halved self so that I can lie, fully stretched on the warm sand and take an even deeper breath. Pliable and aerated, I rest deeply in a soft and chewy peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©   Bentley Kalaway  2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-4078087803673537832?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4078087803673537832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=4078087803673537832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/4078087803673537832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/4078087803673537832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/taffy-pull.html' title='The Taffy Pull'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmaEeY2wVTI/AAAAAAAAAN0/TSlhM0IKLvY/s72-c/taffy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-2431515610398026773</id><published>2009-07-21T13:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:57:47.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power of now'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letting go'/><title type='text'>The Letting Go Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmYqJXU3UjI/AAAAAAAAANU/kKqtz5u3xxU/s1600-h/boxroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmYqJXU3UjI/AAAAAAAAANU/kKqtz5u3xxU/s320/boxroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361018746799870514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will show you my letting go room. I come here to pay attention to whispers and silent urgings. It used to be too noisy, too full of unfinished forgivings. I knew that love was there, trying to be heard, so I started to carry the loudest things away. Miscellaneous boxes of all shapes and sizes held random contents and curiosities.  Some were extremely old, covered with dust and spider webs and some had just been recently stored there, like new clothes with the tags still on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few of the boxes were full of little people. I used to think they were big and powerful, so I fed them my fear to keep them that way. Then, later, I had to shrink them so they didn’t feel so threatening. Finally, in a moment of deep openness, and without judgment, I was willing to perceive them truly and I realized they were all my brothers and sisters in the Oneness game we agreed to play. I knew I had created my world and placed everything and everyone on the stage and agreed on the parts.  Now, as I walk through this room, one of the silent urgings defines this epiphany perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You can no longer blame another for the absence of your own peace”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmYqrcgQaEI/AAAAAAAAANc/wagHdy6I-7I/s1600-h/stack_of_boxes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmYqrcgQaEI/AAAAAAAAANc/wagHdy6I-7I/s320/stack_of_boxes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361019332305381442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have removed and let go of countless boxes of struggle, tears, toils, and judgments, creating a sweet open space for better imagining.  I’ve been very careful of what I place there now, choosing appropriate containers full of my creative power in forms absolutely and completely chosen by my quiet urgings and inspirations.  All of the people who have graced the stage of my life are still there, too, but they take very little room now because I see them as light. Like me, they are totally free of past appearances, now shimmering and shining, each a star in their own dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My letting go room has the most magnificent view of my Self. Now, when I see that something or someone has sneaked in, insisting that they really exist outside of me, broadcasting that they would seriously like to interrupt my peace and joy, I pause and listen for the whispers. They quietly confirm it is just a picture of a choice made within, and remind me that I am in the letting go room, free to choose again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©   Bentley Kalaway  2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-2431515610398026773?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2431515610398026773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=2431515610398026773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/2431515610398026773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/2431515610398026773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/letting-go-room.html' title='The Letting Go Room'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmYqJXU3UjI/AAAAAAAAANU/kKqtz5u3xxU/s72-c/boxroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-6244807732290670973</id><published>2009-07-21T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:00:43.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power of now'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homing pigeons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wings'/><title type='text'>Wings of Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmYc2XWurhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/8BNZFJTZOBU/s1600-h/white_dove_in_flight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmYc2XWurhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/8BNZFJTZOBU/s320/white_dove_in_flight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361004126739017234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Homing pigeons, when released from a cage, have to circle until they get their bearings, getting connected with the earth’s magnetic field before they can use their innate ability to find home over long distances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is like that for me.  I need it in my wings to navigate.  I often circle around events and circumstances in my life until I can find something true, something unburdened by false perception. My power needs a point of entry or there is little chance of flight.  Secrets weigh too much.  Piled too high inside, they crumble from over stacking, like library returns left unattended too long.  Heavy with unspoken words, books without buoyancy fall to the floor with their covers still closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The discipline of circling gives me extra time to open my eyes and my senses to what lies hidden in the fields between chaos and clarity.  Emergent truth requires an inner communion, a diligent preparation. It’s not a struggle to perform this task, but it does take honest striving to realize a true life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmYduemmDBI/AAAAAAAAANM/dE0F_LCQ1JI/s1600-h/homing+pigeon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmYduemmDBI/AAAAAAAAANM/dE0F_LCQ1JI/s320/homing+pigeon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361005090757282834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once they have aligned themselves, homing pigeons fly to their destination by the most direct route possible.  My own circling does not bestow such a magical power.  Thoughts and emotions toss me through the skies, following the pattern a child might make tracing her first, “follow by number”, “connect the dots” picture.  Then again, to fly directly home would be to miss the discoveries in the twists and turns, the unexpected views which accompany temporary disorientation.  Always, I must find the balance within again, emptying my heart of its secrets, so that my wings stay light and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©   Bentley Kalaway  2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-6244807732290670973?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6244807732290670973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=6244807732290670973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/6244807732290670973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/6244807732290670973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/wings-of-truth.html' title='Wings of Truth'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmYc2XWurhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/8BNZFJTZOBU/s72-c/white_dove_in_flight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-6475244197772967818</id><published>2009-07-20T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:25:36.251-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love is Sifted Flour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmTQ3YztT4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/swk-olqKH9M/s1600-h/siftingflour4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmTQ3YztT4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/swk-olqKH9M/s320/siftingflour4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360639106448445314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love is fine white flour after it has been sifted. I remember baking with my mother, in the days before pre-sifted flour, before pre-sifted life. The best part was getting to use the canister sifter with the silver handle. Both hands would grasp the holder and begin the squeeze and release motion that would force the flour to breathe. This resulted in a soft rhythmic metal beat, a world groove percussive base, good sifting music from a curiously shaped maraca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is what's left when we've contracted and released around some impurity and then let it go. Sitting in our bag of life, like flour, we get compacted and weighed down by unwanted clumps of non-love. I was always surprised to see only a few tiny white pebbles left on the fine mesh after all the squeezing. This was the "stuff" too full of itself to get through. Rigid thoughts and attitudes, coarse judgments and "stuff" with arms crossed in protection were not allowed to leap into the soft and fluffy white pile on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmTSZ8tqQdI/AAAAAAAAAMU/L6smXf5BTEs/s1600-h/flourheartmess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmTSZ8tqQdI/AAAAAAAAAMU/L6smXf5BTEs/s320/flourheartmess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360640799713935826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the game of sifting, love would always win and spread everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;making more of itself in the process. It's hard to control where the sifted goods go. From stuck to flowing, the volume of flour after sifting always made a bigger mountain. Now we can use the love flour for good measure, spoon by spoon, careful not to pack it or overwhelm it. Love can make such a difference in the texture of life that we're making. We can sift our experiences as they come to us and give love more volume, making it easier to incorporate into our choices, giving us lighter, fluffier results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©   Bentley Kalaway  2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-6475244197772967818?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6475244197772967818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=6475244197772967818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/6475244197772967818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/6475244197772967818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-is-sifted-flour.html' title='Love is Sifted Flour'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmTQ3YztT4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/swk-olqKH9M/s72-c/siftingflour4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-4789667838266239228</id><published>2009-07-20T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:28:11.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='now moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power of now'/><title type='text'>Embrace the Now Moment and Intend Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmTMw0jaivI/AAAAAAAAAME/PKmvLRBG8gU/s1600-h/Inner_Peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmTMw0jaivI/AAAAAAAAAME/PKmvLRBG8gU/s320/Inner_Peace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360634595590703858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The secret of my life is to embrace the now moment and intend peace. My secret’s magic is most powerful when I live it from a deep knowing that I create all of my experiences for the purpose of learning. The peace then, can wash through all of my moments; the joyous ones, the thrilling ones, and the “How could this be happening?” ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To employ my secret I only have to remember my intention to experience peace now, to really understand that all that I send out comes back, especially what I create with my thoughts. What I focus on is sure to return, holding in its hand, an exact replica of the energy I resonated with when I sent it out. This is such a soft, sweet invitation to choose love, to choose forgiveness, to choose peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring my secret to life when I take up residence inside the question, “How do I want to feel?”, and build my home around the answer, “I want to feel peace”. I know and appreciate that I will have endless opportunities to leave home and return. My secret is safe there. My life is saved there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©   Bentley Kalaway  2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-4789667838266239228?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4789667838266239228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=4789667838266239228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/4789667838266239228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/4789667838266239228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/embrace-now-moment-and-intend-peace.html' title='Embrace the Now Moment and Intend Peace'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmTMw0jaivI/AAAAAAAAAME/PKmvLRBG8gU/s72-c/Inner_Peace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-4588042895939108035</id><published>2009-07-20T10:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:52:37.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paradise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Positive Change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maui'/><title type='text'>Choosing Paradise: Are you willing to change?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmTJXhjThXI/AAAAAAAAALk/pRJFtIk1CKA/s1600-h/allpSpirit_of_Aloha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmTJXhjThXI/AAAAAAAAALk/pRJFtIk1CKA/s320/allpSpirit_of_Aloha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360630862458357106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes change arrives in the moment, asking just a small favor and we balk, unwilling to alter our routine or our thinking. At other times change breaks down our door, suggesting the impossible and with tears and open arms we embrace it with a resounding, “Yes, I will”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at the airline ticket in my hand. I would receive $80 to start a whole new life, for handing it over, for closing the door to the way out. I had used the other half of the ticket a few weeks before.  The very moment I took my first breath of warm, flower laden, tropical air, every cell in my being began repeating the mantra, “Stay here, you are home”. I had lived near the ocean and in the mountains, but never before had the two majesties danced before me as one, now delightfully calling my name, proclaiming, “We’re so glad you are here. Now just start over”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was such an astounding beauty to this certainty that had no grounds. It announced itself from such a depth within that it echoed through the Universe.  The force in its desire dissolved any rational questions of “How will I?, What should I?, Where will I?” This level of trust made me giddy. My old life disintegrated and the scales fell off. The discarded skin lay in another place, another time. I was truly shimmering in a presence I had never felt before. I was undefined. I knew no one. I could be anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmTK3q-RQlI/AAAAAAAAALs/W_wm81Xc3n0/s1600-h/maui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmTK3q-RQlI/AAAAAAAAALs/W_wm81Xc3n0/s320/maui.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360632514254815826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel no psychic weight in any dimension. I found myself going through a doorway, into an initiation, a marriage.  “Do you now accept Paradise, inner and outer, as your new life, from this day forward?”  By now, my voice was no longer the only sound. Vibrant forces of nature: the palms, the ocean waves, the clouds, the breeze, the volcano, streams, and lush valleys all joined me in repeating my vow, “Yes, I will”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©   Bentley Kalaway  2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-4588042895939108035?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4588042895939108035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=4588042895939108035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/4588042895939108035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/4588042895939108035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometimes-change-arrives-in-moment.html' title='Choosing Paradise: Are you willing to change?'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmTJXhjThXI/AAAAAAAAALk/pRJFtIk1CKA/s72-c/allpSpirit_of_Aloha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-616264576996186246</id><published>2009-07-20T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:40:31.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep sleep'/><title type='text'>Deep Sleep: Craving a Rare Delicacy</title><content type='html'>I crave a rare delicacy that is soft and fluffy, with no sharp flavors. It is concocted from a very specific secret recipe, delivered in the darkest dark, blacker than the night it arrives in. I never know when it might be served. If I did, I would hold it hostage, gorging myself until I became fully intoxicated by the flavor of immense forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmSrg0RM0bI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ssuTDc1BPKw/s1600-h/Deep_Sleep-715002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmSrg0RM0bI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ssuTDc1BPKw/s320/Deep_Sleep-715002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360598036752683442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dark, endangered specialty desert is deep uninterrupted sleep. When the fullness of whole sleep escapes me, I wake up slightly fractured. The depth of sleeping drives the clarity of my waking hours. When my mind cannot spend enough time in the far removed cave of nothing and nowhere, the light in my eyes dims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desire sleep that keeps my eyes blind to the pre-dawn world and holds the day back from arriving too soon. My constant craving is for this delightful refreshment. Just one serving allows me to awaken to a light fully established, within and without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©   Bentley Kalaway  2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-616264576996186246?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/616264576996186246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=616264576996186246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/616264576996186246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/616264576996186246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-crave-rare-delicacy-that-is-soft-and.html' title='Deep Sleep: Craving a Rare Delicacy'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmSrg0RM0bI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ssuTDc1BPKw/s72-c/Deep_Sleep-715002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-5272495961432365315</id><published>2009-07-20T10:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:29:11.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosmic Creme Puffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmSmxIZK0zI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zM-KlHgsArw/s1600-h/creampuff2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmSmxIZK0zI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zM-KlHgsArw/s320/creampuff2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360592819474584370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you are in the right café when the desert specialty for the day is crème puffs. It’s that much better when you realize how many cosmic crème puffs the Universe serves on a daily basis. I dined on these delicacies all day today in the form of epiphanies. Like the crème puff with its baked pastry covering and vanilla bean custard filling, epiphanies are crusty vehicles carrying sweet intuitive realizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every experience had a crust that it arrived in. This usually triggers my ordinary and patterned thoughts to line up in their regular places for a response. However, when I slowly bit into the experience, something extraordinary happened. New flavors filtered through. I went to the creamy light filled center, to a higher level on the taste spiral for a deeper understanding, an “aha”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicate, evanescent moments tapped my shoulder, over and over and common events became transcendent, magical experiences showing me my place in the big picture. I was not surprised to learn that the word epiphany comes from an ancient Greek word for manifestation.  I tenderly held each cosmic crème puff in gratitude for the sudden clarity in answers to questions that had totally perplexed me. It was manifesting my own willingness to go deeper that allowed me to partake of the awareness of loveliness in every epiphany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my “epiphany puffs”  arrived in the now moment, each one representing a shell of some aspect of my life as yet unresolved, showing up to see if I was ready to discover how to savor what it held inside. The gifts were healing, delectable and delicious. Yesterday’s crème puffs are never as good. The fresher the crust, the wetter, gooier and more luscious the crème filling can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmSotPPCvXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/fw0-GZRvUkw/s1600-h/BeardPapas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmSotPPCvXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/fw0-GZRvUkw/s320/BeardPapas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360594951614938482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I learned I am not the only one to have this metaphysical understanding of crème puffs.  At Beard Papa’s, a famous Japanese café chain, now also in Hollywood, the sign above their famous crème puffs reads, “Luscious tenderness and sweet compassion bring joy and contentment.” I, however, discovered this spiritual knowing of crème puffs and epiphanies in a serendipitous moment of my own creation, with a scrumptious clarity that felt as if I had known it forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©   Bentley Kalaway  2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-5272495961432365315?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5272495961432365315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=5272495961432365315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/5272495961432365315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/5272495961432365315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-know-you-are-in-right-cafe-when.html' title='Cosmic Creme Puffs'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmSmxIZK0zI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zM-KlHgsArw/s72-c/creampuff2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-8907669912863132798</id><published>2009-07-19T19:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:37:09.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night blooming jasmine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative writing'/><title type='text'>Queen of the Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmPYCMG3NbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/BzRe4ddYsxk/s1600-h/nightbloomingjasmine2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmPYCMG3NbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/BzRe4ddYsxk/s320/nightbloomingjasmine2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360365513622369714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Queen of the night takes over my tropical paradise on special summer evenings without warning. Night blooming jasmine has invaded the land and spread everywhere.  This green, invasive, fast growing plant lines the driveway and forms thick impassable hedges, seeming quite commonplace and ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all of us, the jasmine has her moments of splendor. She will never reveal herself fully in the daytime. Her majesty comes when she releases her romantic fragrance in the evening, perfuming the mountainside with spicy vanilla.  She is anything but subtle. Small tubular pale yellow flowers trumpet an aphrodisiac, sending strong notes to dominate the air waves.  On those mesmerizing moonlit nights, the queen announces herself with a swift intoxicating jolt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only too happy to take her majesty in as she sends her sultry, damp, exotic smell wafting through my open bedroom window. Reminding me of the way my mother smelled to me as a child when she and my father had a special date, life has dressed up to go out for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©   Bentley Kalaway  2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-8907669912863132798?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8907669912863132798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=8907669912863132798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/8907669912863132798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/8907669912863132798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/queen-of-night.html' title='Queen of the Night'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmPYCMG3NbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/BzRe4ddYsxk/s72-c/nightbloomingjasmine2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-4490309969403239954</id><published>2009-07-19T19:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:28:06.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clarity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative writing'/><title type='text'>Clarity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmPVr_b2oDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/r71tCxuWj1M/s1600-h/Fossilized+Spiral+Shell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmPVr_b2oDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/r71tCxuWj1M/s320/Fossilized+Spiral+Shell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360362933240373298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarity is never done, never over with. It moves in spirals, each cyclical completion patiently answering one question while gently introducing another.  Clarity is the eternal gift giver, recycling all of our moments until they come back around empty and uncharged, now able to evoke only gratitude and exude only peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the space within us and between us is clear, we become more. More real, more now, more true. More in touch with our own exquisite and subtle detail which is suddenly brought into breathtaking focus for the duration of that miraculous second, that gap between our thoughts where clarity turns on all the lights and makes itself at home at the same time that it scurries out the door to continue it’s earnest spiral quest. There’s a multitude of experiences to gather and much to learn. Then clarity will return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©   Bentley Kalaway  2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-4490309969403239954?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4490309969403239954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=4490309969403239954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/4490309969403239954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/4490309969403239954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/clarity-is-never-done-never-over-with.html' title='Clarity'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmPVr_b2oDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/r71tCxuWj1M/s72-c/Fossilized+Spiral+Shell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-2004852989490142250</id><published>2009-07-18T19:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T20:21:29.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Magical Writing Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmKDEO98TyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WCpicz3WnXM/s1600-h/childflyingkite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmKDEO98TyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WCpicz3WnXM/s320/childflyingkite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359990615284928290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is a child who dances out of my being, tossing words here and there, flying some on a kite string, floating others down a river, making mud pies with the rest. The flow of everything she does with those creations is in harmony with the entire Universe.  She knows what to say, what to do, what to be and most importantly how to feel. She is not satisfied with good and content. The child muse endeavors to exude sheer light and to express herself with a joy that wells up and cannot be contained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lives as a musical, poetic creature, anchoring herself in the soil and growing words with flowing water and brilliant starlight. Her expression has no governor, no restrictor, no limiter. She does not cry when her imagining is done. She simply lets it go and moves on. Spontaneity is her very best friend.  They hold hands in the moment on their grand adventure, their thoughts merged, unguarded and open to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rambunctious writing child knows when to pause and be still, knows to listen for the oneness and harmony which long to be shared, delighting completely in being the messenger.  Kind and gentle phrases tumble out of the softness in her eyes and the smile on her lips speaks wordlessly of a love designed to find resonance in the hearts of others.  She allows words and meanings to flow and change, disappear and form again without attachment, following threads of awareness just to see if they are attached to miracles. And of course, they are.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmKREwB21JI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZoURMEw5sCw/s1600-h/Miracleshappen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmKREwB21JI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZoURMEw5sCw/s320/Miracleshappen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360006017322505362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©   Bentley Kalaway  2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-2004852989490142250?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2004852989490142250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=2004852989490142250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/2004852989490142250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/2004852989490142250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-magical-writing-child.html' title='My Magical Writing Child'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmKDEO98TyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WCpicz3WnXM/s72-c/childflyingkite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-778368364085048178</id><published>2009-07-17T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T17:33:21.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mele Songwriter's Workshop and Magic</title><content type='html'>I spent the weekend of July 10-12th on Oahu attending the First Annual Mele Songwriter’s Workshop. Melinda Carroll, Amy Chang and I are a part of a woman's songwriting circle on Maui and we made the journey together. ASCAP was one of the sponsors and Membership VP Dan Keen sums up perfectly the feelings that compelled me to attend.&lt;br /&gt;“By participating in this workshop, you are honoring the creative gifts you have been given. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmEQsQ7BOqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7tMBGYZ5a6E/s1600-h/Mele+Songwriters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmEQsQ7BOqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7tMBGYZ5a6E/s320/Mele+Songwriters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359583384190401186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You are acting on your desire to matter. We respect your desire to use your talent to create music that makes a difference.”&lt;br /&gt;(Melinda, Manu, Amy, Brother Noland and I)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songwriters who were there to share their wisdom and encouragement were some of the best in the industry. Craig Wiseman topped the list as one of today’s most celebrated songwriters being ASCAP’s songwriter of the year in 2003, 2005 and 2007. His wife KK&lt;br /&gt;is a minister and led us through one of the most inspirational church services I’ve ever attended because it was designed specifically for songwriters! Ruby Amanfu is an awe-inspiring woman who’s song “Heaven is my Home” is part of the soundtrack for “The Secret Life of Bees.” Dennis Matkosky is best know for his world reknown hit “Maniac” from the movie “Dirty Dancing.”  Adam Watts and Any Dodd are two major songwriters who are at the center of Disney music. Brother Noland and Manu Boyd from Hookena made up the Hawaiian contingency of songwriters. There really is no way to describe the quality of the teaching and the huge presence of heart that these presenters poured out over three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very magical moment also happened for me when my new song, "Ua Ola Loko I Ke Aloha" was chosen as one of ten original songs performed by the participants for a special showcase on Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My euphoria upon arriving home on Sunday was tested immediately upon getting an email explaining that I would no longer have my Tommy Bahama’s gig on Monday nights after August 1. I felt a little ungrounded setting up for my gig the next day, knowing it would be one of the last. I had heard that Craig and KK Wiseman were coming to Maui after the workshop and had an earlier premonition that maybe I would see them. Fast forward to manifestation. I look up and they are both seated at a table right in front of me. No accidents in this world! Not only was I able to make a connection and let them know personally how much I appreciated both of them, but more miracles ensued. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmDNuI4K3rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iYnlo7jKluM/s1600-h/Craig+and+KK+Wiseman.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmDNuI4K3rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iYnlo7jKluM/s320/Craig+and+KK+Wiseman.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359509749111643826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the Wisemans drove halfway to Hana and then up to Haleakala on Tuesday, they invited Keith and I to join them for pupus and drinks at the Kula Lodge.  We had a great time and I just know that being in the energy field of one of the best songwriters in the world has blessed me beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the biggest blessings was realizing the power of our emotions and our thoughts in bringing events and people into our lives. On the morning of the magic, I had written a song before I even got out of bed. The song was about misfortunes and people losing homes and jobs etc. But the positive inspiring chorus was totally KK and Craig Wiseman. It was KK’s imagery of hands quietly held up and moving towards heaven and the angels and Craig’s repeated phrase over the weekend that urged us to always make a door in any wall that appeared to be in our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even empty hands have a lot to be grateful for&lt;br /&gt;Hold them up to the sky  to catch the blessing angels pour&lt;br /&gt;In every wall you run into, there’s just bound to be a door&lt;br /&gt;a brand new door, opening to more".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©   Bentley Kalaway  2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-778368364085048178?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/778368364085048178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=778368364085048178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/778368364085048178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/778368364085048178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/mele-songwriters-workshop-and-magic.html' title='Mele Songwriter&apos;s Workshop and Magic'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmEQsQ7BOqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7tMBGYZ5a6E/s72-c/Mele+Songwriters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-6938779289095666913</id><published>2009-07-17T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T17:44:03.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taming the Ocean's Shadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmEZOUcrH-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/52C4z8mUpX4/s1600-h/woman+under+desk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmEZOUcrH-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/52C4z8mUpX4/s320/woman+under+desk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359592765345439714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not pretend to be powerless, hiding incognito under a desk in my inner room, feeding my treasures to a calico grindstone, reducing them to dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will release myself back into the wild and swim against the fierce undertow, run counter to the ways of the world. No current of criticism, no dark force of ridicule, within or without will consume even one of my delicate water lilies beginning to bloom. No cruel ocean roar will muffle this choir of emerging sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I accept and nurture my innocent creations, my valid voice will burst through and tame the ocean’s shadow. My own creative surge will carry me out to meet liquid clarity and my inner knowing will return to shore, more powerful and pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©   Bentley Kalaway  2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-6938779289095666913?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6938779289095666913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=6938779289095666913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/6938779289095666913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/6938779289095666913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/taming-oceans-shadow.html' title='Taming the Ocean&apos;s Shadow'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmEZOUcrH-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/52C4z8mUpX4/s72-c/woman+under+desk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-7383556021989748019</id><published>2009-07-17T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T00:49:20.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tangerine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmArqq2yr9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/Nu8GELe5B04/s1600-h/tangerines2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmArqq2yr9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/Nu8GELe5B04/s320/tangerines2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359331568629493714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The small tangerine is not tired, having traveled such a short distance from its home on the branch of the tree, into my grateful hand. The sturdy limb cried three tears when it let go, tears of joy it borrowed from a late night rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the brilliant orange fruit was ready to pick because ripe tangerines leave a piece of their peel on the tree when plucked. This one feels fruitful and feminine. I can gaze right into her navel, her place of connection, the center of her world. The pores of her skin are so like my own, a tight community of uniform speckles, covering every possible part of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her discolorations are mapped in random, organic shapes, becoming separate continents on the smooth ripples of an orange sea, a peculiar planet, totally alive, like ours. Far richer than just one color could describe, my tangerine would need the whole family of “almost orange” crayons from a box of 128 Crayolas to express the full range of her personality, saving the deepest and most vibrant hue for her fruit inside.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmAr76N4ueI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rJ7PbAk5-nE/s1600-h/Tangerine_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmAr76N4ueI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rJ7PbAk5-nE/s320/Tangerine_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359331864810666466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Raised on rain, trust and sunshine, she is not shy in offering the culmination of her life’s purpose, shedding her skin easily, revealing spidery white veins holding her sections together, each gift individually wrapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am transformed in the presence of this great teacher. I feel the delicate web of life wrapped around the different sections of my self and I trust the perfection of what will emerge when I shed my skin and become a world unto myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©   Bentley Kalaway  2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-7383556021989748019?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7383556021989748019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=7383556021989748019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/7383556021989748019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/7383556021989748019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/tangerine.html' title='The Tangerine'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmArqq2yr9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/Nu8GELe5B04/s72-c/tangerines2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-6902151266198979188</id><published>2009-07-17T00:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T00:50:00.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmAjzY7C7PI/AAAAAAAAAIs/OU3_jGPVjOo/s1600-h/church2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmAjzY7C7PI/AAAAAAAAAIs/OU3_jGPVjOo/s320/church2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359322922341297394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My hands hold folded prayers in a sacred chapel, my thumbs two tall matching doors keeping track of the seeking that goes in and the finding that comes out. These faithful tireless guardians remind me that miracles are lined up and waiting to come through them whenever I am willing to bear witness to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are perfect complements, my hands, each one outgiving the other in a show of gratitude so immense there has never been a thought of keeping score, a question of who’s doing more. Masters of timing, expression and nuance, their performances together are flawless, always captivating their standing room only audience with their grace and majesty. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmAm3j1y8uI/AAAAAAAAAI0/34aKq-Nk-Lw/s1600-h/handsplant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmAm3j1y8uI/AAAAAAAAAI0/34aKq-Nk-Lw/s320/handsplant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359326292526428898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unfold my Self into my own hands and watch them pass me back and forth, stretch me, and then knead me gently as if I am cosmic dough for the celestial bread they are making and they are carefully and lovingly insuring that I rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©   Bentley Kalaway  2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-6902151266198979188?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6902151266198979188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=6902151266198979188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/6902151266198979188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/6902151266198979188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-hands-hold-folded-prayers-in-sacred.html' title='My Hands'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmAjzY7C7PI/AAAAAAAAAIs/OU3_jGPVjOo/s72-c/church2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-1944854440904419401</id><published>2009-07-16T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T00:57:47.464-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sun dried sheets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative writing'/><title type='text'>The Aroma of Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmAh2z7CEbI/AAAAAAAAAIk/cGs365fioRg/s1600-h/clothes-drying_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmAh2z7CEbI/AAAAAAAAAIk/cGs365fioRg/s320/clothes-drying_300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359320782105350578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trust smells like sun dried sheets you crumple into your arms and bury your face in. The scent is of a world uncomplicated, pure and childlike, nourishing in its simplicity. The aroma of trust has no edges to fall off of. It presents no circular staircases to climb. It is as pungent as fields of grasses and flowers that stretch as far as the eye can see in all directions. No places to hide and nothing to hide from. Trust smells like waking from the most delicious dream of absolute knowing, having found perfect guidance and secret blessings, which pour into your being a sweet completion, like  stirring vanilla into warm pudding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©   Bentley Kalaway  2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-1944854440904419401?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1944854440904419401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=1944854440904419401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/1944854440904419401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/1944854440904419401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/trust-smells-like-sun-dried-sheets-you.html' title='The Aroma of Trust'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmAh2z7CEbI/AAAAAAAAAIk/cGs365fioRg/s72-c/clothes-drying_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-3211464868835928795</id><published>2009-07-16T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:35:25.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathings of My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmAa_ny_agI/AAAAAAAAAIU/N6p7PE7d_54/s1600-h/breathingheart1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmAa_ny_agI/AAAAAAAAAIU/N6p7PE7d_54/s320/breathingheart1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359313236887824898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fill the paper with the breathings of my heart and notice that the places where the breaths are shallow are like small closets still filled with self doubt and too many of the wrong kinds of questions. Questions that begin with phrases like, “How can I possibly…?"    Or “Who am I to ?..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams are crouched in the corner, seemingly unaware of the huge world of possibilities just beyond the door.  I am patient and I simply allow my breath to breathe a deeper me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My voice changes. My questions occupy a more loving expansive place, now a great room with huge open windows and a view. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmAbHv3n_2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/LYu-bJJhw9s/s1600-h/heartwindow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmAbHv3n_2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/LYu-bJJhw9s/s320/heartwindow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359313376493698914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ask, “What small thing shall I do now to move my true life forward?”, and “How can I grow into the most magnificent version of my self in this lifetime? The breathings of my heart fill the page and fall over the edges, spilling out into my new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©   Bentley Kalaway  2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-3211464868835928795?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3211464868835928795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=3211464868835928795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/3211464868835928795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/3211464868835928795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/breathings-of-my-heart.html' title='Breathings of My Heart'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SmAa_ny_agI/AAAAAAAAAIU/N6p7PE7d_54/s72-c/breathingheart1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-5985303090112132246</id><published>2009-07-03T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:21:13.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hawaiian language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women&apos;s retreats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ancient hawaii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maui'/><title type='text'>Ancient Hawaiian Words of Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/Sk6u96SLG3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/pTy6VZ5RUmA/s1600-h/Hawaiian+petroglyph.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/Sk6u96SLG3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/pTy6VZ5RUmA/s320/Hawaiian+petroglyph.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354409385630833522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hawaiian language is just so much more than the words that are made up from the 12 letter alphabet designed by missionaries in the late 1800’s. Up until that time the Hawaiian language was only an oral tradition. The words were not only used to navigate daily living but also were used for encoding ancient knowledge that was passed on from generation to generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words name things. Even the Hawaiian word for name, “inoa” has deep hidden meaning. A name not only refers to someone or something, but also embodies important information about an individual’s nature and destiny. Names, in ancient Hawaii were viewed as living things, containing power in and of themselves, just as everything else in the world was seen as alive and honored for its own form of consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Hawaiian words relate to the description of light. The sun is la and the night is po, darkness, but also ignorance. The Hawaiian day begins with the night, not dawn. Ao is the daylight, but also means to regain consciousness. This is an example of the hidden meanings within Hawaiian words. Light was never just external to Hawaiians. Light always included the light of being. Everything begins with the hidden light and is light all the way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/Sk6wI0ObqMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/d8ra34okJaA/s1600-h/allp_alohamoonrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/Sk6wI0ObqMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/d8ra34okJaA/s320/allp_alohamoonrise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354410672494717122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our modern world, we call transformative and life changing systems, “new age”, and yet Hawaiians lived for thousands of years naturally in a quietly powerful, practical, and balanced way. They had no need to add a new philosophy over the top because they were already focused on the whole person and put their attention on balancing body, mind, soul and emotions with the Divine. Furthermore, they used not just belief, but experience to monitor their progress. They strived to live with a life affirming positive approach toward themselves and others and then noticed how that worked and had systems in place to return to balance when they fell short of this goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/Sk6vM9yXsFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ey5d9SDydQk/s1600-h/hawaiian+spiral.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/Sk6vM9yXsFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ey5d9SDydQk/s320/hawaiian+spiral.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354409644269219922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawaiians believed that having a happy attitude and a peaceful state of mind created a powerful mana field that affected every aspect of life and attracted more positive mana. The image of a spiral is helpful in understanding the phrase from The Bhagavad Gita, “Curving back on myself, I create again and again”. We never stop creating because we are always sending out thoughts and emotions. When we truly desire something, we need only trust that the means will collect around the purity of our intention. Our passions are breadcrumbs that lead to the path of our destiny. If you put your attention on your Self evolution, that is what you will create, but there is one more important step. It’s really not about you, It’s about what you bring to the world.  Hawaiians brought us “aloha”, which is so much more than “hello” and “goodbye”. It embodies an ideal to strive for in all of our  human relationships: to reach out to others from a selfless nature, leading with an empathetic heart and offering a full spirit of peacefulness and generosity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-5985303090112132246?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5985303090112132246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=5985303090112132246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/5985303090112132246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/5985303090112132246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/ancient-hawaiian-words-of-power.html' title='Ancient Hawaiian Words of Power'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/Sk6u96SLG3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/pTy6VZ5RUmA/s72-c/Hawaiian+petroglyph.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-6894684076720421551</id><published>2009-01-02T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:40:21.825-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year&apos;s resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blank book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year&apos;s journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keeping new year&apos;s resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling'/><title type='text'>New Year's Eve Squidoo Lens of the Day! Hooray!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SV6DwL0FXoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_tORhgK193I/s1600-h/new_years_eve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SV6DwL0FXoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_tORhgK193I/s320/new_years_eve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286807876407746178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Squidoo New Year to you! In my quest to learn more about writing creatively on the internet, I came across Squidoo in November and decided to jump in and make a lens. Squidoo is a website designed to make it easy for anyone to set up a single page on a topic he or she knows or cares a lot about for free. Just today, I noticed that a lens I had made titled "&lt;a href="http://www.squidoo.com/New-Year-s-Resolution-Journal-Ideas"&gt;New Year’s resolutions: Put it in writing&lt;/a&gt;", had almost 500 views in one day. It was only when I started reading the congratulation emails from visitors that I realized my lens was featured as Lens of the Day on New Year’s Eve! This is quite an honor when you consider there are perhaps over seven hundred thousand lenses and this is my fourth lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost every day, Squidoo's Editor in Chief, Megan Casey, highlights one lens that is unique in topic, approach, personality, tools or timing and therefore stands out from the crowd. Here’s part of the intro she wrote on the Squidoo blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Resolutions are daunting things. They're there to haunt you when you don't follow up. They're meant to push you to reach for something outside of your comfort zone. And at the end of the day, no one knows about them but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're making some promises to yourself for 2009, &lt;a href="http://www.squidoo.com/New-Year-s-Resolution-Journal-Ideas"&gt;this lens will help you write them down&lt;/a&gt;. It's a straightforward, delightfully simple gathering of inspiration for journaling your thoughts for the new year.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days of 2008, I was compelled to literally clean my closet and let go of old energy, honoring the end of a cycle, as a way of embracing what has come before and all of the energy that has gone in to it. My greatest treasures are my journals, old song lyrics, photos, and writing. Filing and sorting, revisiting what I fondly call my song children, photos of my actual children when much younger, and loves of yesteryear was like taking a very deep sweet breath in and a long and loving exhale. It is interesting that taking the time to embrace all that has passed and finding a place for the emotions and memories had the potential to also release them, to open a space for the new creations and a clearer impetus to move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in such promising times. My New Year's wish is that individually and collectively we all use 2009 to bring forth our best in service to this changing world. Want to try something new and fun? &lt;a href="http://www.squidoo.com/lensmaster/referral/Paris17"&gt;Go ahead and make a lens of your own!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-6894684076720421551?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6894684076720421551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=6894684076720421551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/6894684076720421551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/6894684076720421551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-eve-squidoo-lens-of-day.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve Squidoo Lens of the Day! Hooray!'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SV6DwL0FXoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_tORhgK193I/s72-c/new_years_eve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-1206017990174152377</id><published>2008-11-16T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:03:38.115-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bracelets gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope bracelet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fair trade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenya'/><title type='text'>Obama Bracelets: A Profound Story of Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The &lt;a href="http://hubhub.org/globalmarketplace/bracelets/bracelets-obama.html?sponsorId=kr861861"&gt;Obama bracelet&lt;/a&gt; was born in the hearts of some very special women in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Ruai&lt;/st1:city&gt;,&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt; Kenya&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Initially, this energy of hope was awakened with the start of a new micro-lending program called Hope Bank. The inspiration for this project and the funds to carry it out are provided by members of the philanthropic for-profit enterprise, Humanity Unites&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; Brilliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this inspiring &lt;a href="http://bentleykalaway.hubhub.org./obama_splash.php"&gt;three minute video&lt;/a&gt; about the women from the Masai and the Kukuyu tribes who, once enemies, now work side-by-side to bring hope to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Thirteen single mothers were living in extreme poverty, without a means to take care of themselves or their families. With the microloan, these woman beg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hubhub.org/globalmarketplace/bracelets/bracelets-obama.html?sponsorId=kr861861"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 87px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SSEKSG3q4fI/AAAAAAAAADs/gUM3ECSgUFc/s320/Obama+bracelet.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269504345198223858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; creating beaded crafts to sell in the fair trade HUB Global Marketplace. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Each woman’s personal story is one of tragedy, loss and struggle; but they conti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;nue to step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; forward each day with great faith, profound hope, and a guiding dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; of something better. When these women were asked to bead the word “Hope” into a bracelet, they instead interpreted this to mean “that which brings them hope” and Barack Obama was that person. He symbolizes grea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;t hope for the Kenyan people who describe him as a “son of the soil." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Kongelo, the Obama's impoverished ancestral home in western &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Kenya&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, is a remote Aids-ravaged, dirt-poor hamlet of brick houses with corrugated iron roofs, where barefoot children, goats and hens roam free. Kenya's president, Mwai Kibaki, declared a public holiday on Thursday November 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, in honor of Obama's election victory. When Barack Obama Jr. was born on Aug. 4,1961, in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Honolulu&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Kenya&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; was a British colony, still part of the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;United Kingdom&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;'s dwindling empire. As a Kenyan native, Barack Obama Sr. was a British subject whose citizenship status was governed by The British Nationality Act of 1948. That same act governed the status of Obama Sr.'s children. President Elect Obama's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kenyan citizenship automatically expired on Aug. 4,1982, when he turned 21.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Not only is this historic &lt;a href="http://http//hubhub.org/globalmarketplace/bracelets/bracelets-obama.html?sponsorId=kr861861"&gt;Obama bracelet&lt;/a&gt; a great memento of an extraordinary new beginning for the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;United   States&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, but the purchase of one bracelet can fund a microloan that helps a woman create a life, and a community of women succeed together.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This bracelet of profound hope helps these struggling women put food on the table and books in the hands of their children. Please allow 4 to 6 weeks for these bracelets to be handmade and shipped to you, as the demand for them is as great as the hope that they offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.hubhub.org/globalmarketplace/bracelets/bracelets-obama.html?sponsorId=kr861861"&gt;Purchase here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-1206017990174152377?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1206017990174152377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=1206017990174152377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/1206017990174152377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/1206017990174152377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-bracelets-profound-story-of-hope.html' title='Obama Bracelets: A Profound Story of Hope'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SSEKSG3q4fI/AAAAAAAAADs/gUM3ECSgUFc/s72-c/Obama+bracelet.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-1429908419809793818</id><published>2008-11-16T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:50:25.465-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fair trade HUB Global Village Humanity Unites Brilliance coffee  humanity business'/><title type='text'>Putting Humanity Back Into Business: The HUB Global Village</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wouldn’t you love to buy &lt;a href="http://hubhub.org/globalmarketplace/coffee-tea?sponsorId=kr861861"&gt;coffee&lt;/a&gt; that helped build water catchment systems in a once contaminated village? Wouldn’t it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hubhub.org/globalmarketplace/coffee-tea?sponsorId=kr861861"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SSDYLlzGXhI/AAAAAAAAADc/My_42g0EDYM/s320/coffee_beans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269449257660079634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; feel great to purchase a necklace, knowing you just provided the funds for a woman in Africa to receive AIDS medication? Baskets, earrings, cards, handbags, coffee, shea butter skin care products, tablemats, candles, carvings and quilts are just some of the products you will find in HUB’s Global Village. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair trade is a catalyst for putting humanity back into business. This means that the worker is paid a fair living wage that can provide education, health care, and nutrition for them and their families.  When you buy fair trade products, you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; buying goods where "bottom line" was not the only consideration.  Cultural identity is preserved and tradition is held sacred.  Men and women are seen as equals in the workforce giving women an important voice in their community and in the global economy. For example, a tribe of Masai women living south of Nairobi, in Kenya contribute beautiful beaded jewelry, belts and coasters using funding from a HUB microloan. Each purchase supports the rescue of Masai girls from forced marriage and FGM (Female Genital Mutilation), and contributes to their education and the subsequent support of an entire village.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need a perfect gift to show your friends that they're important in your life? &lt;a href="http://www.hubhub.org/globalmarketplace/soapstone-carvings-candle-holders.html?sponsorId=kr861861"&gt;Choose an exquisite carving from one piece of soapstone&lt;/a&gt;, of friends whose arms are joined together, and support a fair wage for soapstone miners throughout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hubhub.org/globalmarketplace/soapstone-carvings-candle-holders.html?sponsorId=kr861861"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 126px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SSDVOVMEFgI/AAAAAAAAADU/IpfyQ5dmDrE/s320/soapstone+carving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269446006206109186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Kenya. These artisans mine the soapstone using simple tools in an area called Kisii. The earth around the stones is returned and after several years the mineral deposits begin to form new stones. Each item is hand carved, sanded and then polished to a lustrous finish. Headed by strong, determined women, the carving groups employ over 1000 artisans. One leader, Pauline Ntombura, was the first girl in her family of 20 brothers and sisters to learn to read and she not only provides consistent, fair wages to her employees, but also ensures their living conditions are decent and helps them meet their needs for health care and their children's education. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The HUB Global Village showcases innovative, wonderfully-crafted products unlike anything you can buy in a store.   Some are produced in small villages around the world and some by HUB’s Impact Partners like Youth Action International, a youth run organization established to promote and implement programs aimed at making the world a better place for children and future generations. You can now purchase these fair trade products, making a positive impact on the world and saying “yes” to a planet that puts people first.&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/5259918858803717776-1429908419809793818?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1429908419809793818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=1429908419809793818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/1429908419809793818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/1429908419809793818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2008/11/putting-humanity-back-into-business-hub.html' title='Putting Humanity Back Into Business: The HUB Global Village'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SSDYLlzGXhI/AAAAAAAAADc/My_42g0EDYM/s72-c/coffee_beans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-4409563238327522553</id><published>2008-11-16T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:53:02.460-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas ornaments bell dove stocking angel fair trade HUB Global Village Marketplace Humanity Unites Brilliance'/><title type='text'>Buy Fair Trade Christmas Ornaments: Give Joy Back to the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You can decorate your tree this year with beautiful ornaments and feel the extra blessing of knowing your purchase has contributed to sustaining our earth and struggling third world communities. Instead of putting mega-manufactured plastic things on your Christmas tree, choose to adorn it with of one of a kind, hand crafted items that positively impact the lives of others.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The HUB Global Village &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;now stocks several fair trade Christmas ornaments.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Choose a &lt;a href="http://www.hubhub.org/globalmarketplace/catalog/product/view/id/43/s/holiday-decorations-tagua-nut-ornaments/category/23/?sponsorId=kr861861"&gt;bell, nativity scene, or stocking made from the tagua nut&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;These nuts are sustainably harvested from the forest floor when the cabeza containing the nut ripens and falls. Each tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hubhub.org/globalmarketplace/catalog/product/view/id/43/s/holiday-decorations-tagua-nut-ornaments/category/23/?sponsorId=kr861861"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SSDQnwvqZtI/AAAAAAAAADM/AUvNH9BGVCQ/s320/taguastocking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269440945541768914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; contains several cabezas and it may take 3 - 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; years for the cabeza to fully mature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ecuador&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, the nuts are then skillfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; carved by artisans into figurines, key chains, Christmas ornaments, jewelry and boxes. As animal ivory has become almost extinct, tagua nut, also known as "vegetable ivory, has become a highly valued commodity by both artists and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; consumers.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The history of the use of the tagua nut is of interest. Before the introduction of inexpensive plastic buttons, about 20% of buttons manufactured in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;United States&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; were made from tagua nuts. Many ecological groups have been instrumental in increasing the number of major companies who are once again using tagua for buttons.&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-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Fairly traded gourd Christmas ornaments are also hand-made by artisans in the&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;twin villages of Cocha Chicas and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Cochas Grandes&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Peru&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Choose a gourd decorated with the &lt;a href="http://www.hubhub.org/globalmarketplace/gourd-ornament-holiday-decorations-peru.html?sponsorId=kr861861"&gt;Dove of Peace&lt;/a&gt; or the beautiful image of &lt;a href="http://www.hubhub.org/globalmarketplace/gourd-ornament-holiday-decorations-peru.html?sponsorId=kr861861"&gt;One World Friendship&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Over 2000 years ago, gourd vessels were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hubhub.org/globalmarketplace/gourd-ornament-holiday-decorations-peru.html?sponsorId=kr861861"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SSDQfyQmR9I/AAAAAAAAADE/lGNnmyEe_5Y/s320/gourddove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269440808509392850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; elaborately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; etched for in scenes that told stories, the latest news or ancient legends. Now, the only area where this tradition survives is in these twin cities.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gourds are available in a variety of sizes, so artisans usually contract with growers for a certain approximate size in the sowing season, October. The gourds are ready to be worked the following June. The sun-dried gourd is trimmed and washed, readying it for decoration. Decorations are carved, etched and burned into the gourd. After a gourd is decorated, it is washed again, and then dried further in a kiln or over a flame. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Decorate your tree with an &lt;a href="http://www.hubhub.org/globalmarketplace/ornaments-holiday-decorations-coal-ornaments.html?sponsorId=kr861861"&gt;angel, bell, star, stocking or tree carved from coal&lt;/a&gt; and help keep young men and boys from dangerous conditions in the coalmines of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-family: verdana;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Columbia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. The land surrounding the small mining community of Morcá, has been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hubhub.org/globalmarketplace/ornaments-holiday-decorations-coal-ornaments.html?sponsorId=kr861861"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SSDQLb9lwQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ag6PHTkUnvo/s320/coalangel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269440458926702850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; degraded from years of mining. This situation has left few economic alternatives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; for its inhabitants. Young men and boys work in mine shafts that have only rudimentary support infrastructures and unsafe conditions. In 1995, the Colombian government established a workshop to train boys how to carve figurines and jewelry from coal, hoping that revenues generated from craft production would provide an alternative to working in the mines. Unfortunately, the workshop has not yet reduced the need to work in the mines. Help increase the market for these products and help brighten their lives. This Christmas season, you can hang the hopes and dreams of a better world on your tree, and enjoy them for years to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-4409563238327522553?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4409563238327522553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=4409563238327522553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/4409563238327522553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/4409563238327522553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2008/11/buy-fair-trade-christmas-ornaments-give.html' title='Buy Fair Trade Christmas Ornaments: Give Joy Back to the World'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SSDQnwvqZtI/AAAAAAAAADM/AUvNH9BGVCQ/s72-c/taguastocking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-3962216709694498130</id><published>2008-11-07T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:15:16.265-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honey bees honeybees beehive queen fun facts'/><title type='text'>Fifteen Fun Facts about Honey and Honeybees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SRTxuz89T4I/AAAAAAAAACU/cb_ZgOykfic/s1600-h/honey-bee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SRTxuz89T4I/AAAAAAAAACU/cb_ZgOykfic/s320/honey-bee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266099650825113474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="place" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="country-region" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#default#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:Verdana;  panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink  {color:blue;  text-decoration:underline;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed  {color:purple;  text-decoration:underline;} p  {mso-margin-top-alt:auto;  margin-right:0in;  mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;  margin-left:0in;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";} span.EmailStyle17  {mso-style-type:personal-compose;  font-family:Arial;  color:windowtext;} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="Section1"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bees have been producing honey for at least 150 million  years.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To make one pound of  honey, the bees in the colony must visit 2 million flowers, fly over 55,000  miles and will be the lifetime work of approximately 300 bees.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Honey is the ONLY  food that includes all the substances necessary to sustain life, including  water.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A typical beehive  can make up to 400 pounds of honey per year.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Honeybees  never sleep!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Out of 20,000  species of bees, only 4 make honey.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Honey bees will visit between 50-100 flowers during one  nectar collection trip.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A honeybee  can fly approximately 15 miles per hour.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Honeybees  are the only insects that produce food for humans.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Honeybees  have five eyes, 3 small ones on top of the head and two big ones in front.  They  also have hair on their eyes!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bees  communicate with each other by dancing and by using pheromones  (scents).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bees produce honey  as food stores for the hive during the long months of winter when flowers aren't  blooming and therefore little or no nectar is available to  them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A cave painting depicting an androgynous figure robbing  honey out of the hive was found in the Cave of the Spider in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Valencia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Spain&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.  It is estimated to be 15,000 years old.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Honey stored in air tight containers never spoils.  Sealed honey vats found in King Tut's tomb still contained edible honey, despite  over 2,000 years beneath the sands.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;A queen is the largest bee in the hive. She can lay up  to 2,000 eggs per day, twice her own body weight per  day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live a Happier, Healthier and Tastier Life with Nature’s Wonder Product!&lt;br /&gt;Discover The Amazing Uses &amp; Benefits Honey in The Honey Book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://paydotcom.com/r/13339/mauialoha/22297555/%E2%80%9D"&gt;THE HONEY BOOK: The Many Uses of Honey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-3962216709694498130?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3962216709694498130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=3962216709694498130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/3962216709694498130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/3962216709694498130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2008/11/fifteen-fun-facts-about-honey-and.html' title='Fifteen Fun Facts about Honey and Honeybees'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SRTxuz89T4I/AAAAAAAAACU/cb_ZgOykfic/s72-c/honey-bee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-7298622517658601570</id><published>2008-11-07T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:55:34.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weightloss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='benefits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antioxidant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organic'/><title type='text'>Honey Health Benefits: Ten Sweet Discoveries</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since ancient times honey has been valued not only as a deliciously sweet golden nectar but for its health benefits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valuable Nutrition:&lt;/span&gt; Honey contains small amounts of a wide array of vitamins and minerals, including niacin, riboflavin, pantothenic acid, calcium, iron, magnesium, manganese, phosphorus, potassium, sodium chlorine, sulphur, copper, iodine  and zinc. Honey contains vitamins B1, B2, C, B6, B5 and B3 and several kinds of hormones in amounts which change according to the qualities of the nectar and pollen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Antioxidant:&lt;/span&gt; Research indicates that honey contains numerous antioxidants, depending largely upon the floral source of the honey. Darker honeys are generally higher in antioxidant content than lighter honeys and have been shown to be similar in antioxidant capacity to many fruits and vegetables on a dry weight basis. Antioxidants are compounds found in cells that 'mop up' free radicals, the damaging byproducts of normal metabolism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skin and Beauty:&lt;/span&gt; Honey is chock full of moisture binding humectants containing vitamins, minerals, antioxidants and amino acids, which are wonderful beauty aids that nourish the hair, skin and the body.  Honey can be used on just about every body part and is sometimes used to soften scar tissue and encourage the growth of new skin. Honey is rich and thick, making it an effective moisturizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weight Loss:&lt;/span&gt; If you are trying to lose weight, honey can be of great help to you. Common refined dietary sugars in our food supply lack minerals and vitamins and are called empty calories for this reason.  They need nutrients from our bodies in order to metabolize our cholesterol and fats. When our bodies lack these nutrients, metabolism is impeded. On the contrary, honey contains 22 amino acids and a variety of minerals essential for its metabolism and therefore helps you in reducing weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Insomnia: &lt;/span&gt;Honey can help you sleep. Eating honey raises your blood sugar level slightly. This results in a controlled increase of insulin, which then causes the amino acid trytophan to enter your brain. The trytophan is converted into serotonin, which promotes relaxation. Finally, in the pineal gland, with the aid of darkness, the serotonin is converted into melatonin, a well know cure for sleeping disorders.  Honey also contains the ideal 1:1 ratio of fructose to glucose making it a super food for glycogen storage. Sufficient glycogen storage is necessary for restful sleep. When your liver runs out of glycogen at night, your brain starts to trigger stress hormones such as cortisol and adrenalin to convert protein muscle into glucose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coughs:&lt;/span&gt; Several studies have shown that buckwheat honey is as effective as over-the-counter cough suppressants. Parents frequently report that it helps children the sleep without coughing all night. Honey is remedial in cases of persistent coughs and sore throat. The strong antibiotic properties it contains coats the throat and reduces irritation.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt; Pediatricians do not recommend giving honey to children under 1 year of age because of the risk of botulism spores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wound Healing:&lt;/span&gt; Honey has been used in wound treatment since ancient times.  Raw honey makes a sterile, painless and effective wound dressing. Apply it directly to open cuts, abrasions and burns, and cover it with a piece of gauze. The results will occur quicker than with conventional alternatives, such as salves and creams. Current interest in medicinal honey focuses largely on its antibacterial effects.  Other areas of study are concerned with how honey may help the body remove dead tissue and provide a favorable environment for the growth of new healthy tissue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hair Conditioner:&lt;/span&gt; Honey is a natural humectant, which means it attracts and holds on to water molecules, making a great treatment for dry, damaged hair. To feed your hair and scalp, mix honey with an equal quantity of olive oil, cover head with a warm tower for half an hour then shampoo off. Or add a tablespoon of honey and oil to your conditioner, let penetrate for 20-30 minutes and then rinse thoroughly.  Despite its sticky texture, the honey treatment will rinse easily from the hair, as long as you are using equal parts of honey and oil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stomach and Digestion:&lt;/span&gt; The enzymes present in honey aid in digestion of food, especially raw sugars and starch. The difference between common sugar and honey is that, the sugars contained in honey are predigested by the bees and can be quickly and easily absorbed in the human digestive tract. Thus it is quite useful for digestive disorders. Honey can help to heal ulcers and upset stomachs. It has also been proven to regulate intestinal function, alleviating both constipation and diarrhea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Improve Athletic Performance:&lt;/span&gt; Ancient Greek athletes took honey for stamina before competing and as a reviver after competition. Honey is known for its effectiveness in instantly boosting performance, endurance and reducing muscle fatigue. The glucose in honey is absorbed by the body quickly and gives an immediate energy boost, while the fructose is absorbed more slowly providing sustained energy. and is especially useful in fitness for energy and stamina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Enjoy the many benefits of honey. Visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.bentleyk.com/honey/index.htm"&gt;Bentley's Honey Store&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&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/5259918858803717776-7298622517658601570?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7298622517658601570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=7298622517658601570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/7298622517658601570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/7298622517658601570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2008/11/top-ten-health-benefits-of-honey.html' title='Honey Health Benefits: Ten Sweet Discoveries'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-7682541855955420885</id><published>2008-09-07T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:47:38.978-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songwriting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Positive Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Positive Change'/><title type='text'>Hopi Elders' Prophecy – Inspiration for “We Are The Ones”</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SMSLlrsfA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/mROFVU7uBmM/s1600-h/Hopi_Indian_Arizona-261x250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SMSLlrsfA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/mROFVU7uBmM/s320/Hopi_Indian_Arizona-261x250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243469345666827218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The inspiration for my original song “We Are The Ones”, which was written seven years ago this month, came partially from a writing of the Hopi Elders that was circulating the web during that time. It is still quite pertinent.   I was impelled to search for the exact quote today when I discovered that there is another Obama video with the exact same title that has over a million hits!  For many years I have been on a quest to know when, where and how to put the songs that have been gifted to me to the best use for humanity.  It is with great humility and gratitude that I celebrate the giving of this gift&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;at this poignant time.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oraibi, Arizona, June 8, 2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You have been telling people that this is the Eleventh Hour, now you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;must go back and tell the people that this is the Hour. And there are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;things to be considered. . . .&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What are you doing?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your relationships?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in right relation?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know your garden.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to speak your truth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create your community.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be good to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And do not look outside yourself for your leader.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he clasped his hands together, smiled, and said, "This could be a good time! There is a river flowing now very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold on to the shore. They will feel they are being torn apart and will suffer greatly. Know the river has its destination. The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open, and our heads above the water.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I say, see who is in there with you and celebrate. At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally, least of all ourselves. For the moment that we do, our spiritual growth and journey come to a halt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The time of the one wolf is over. Gather yourselves!  Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones we've been waiting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_client = "pub-2926825540515278";&lt;br /&gt;/* 125x125, created 9/9/08 */&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_slot = "1854342230";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_width = 125;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_height = 125;&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&lt;br /&gt;src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-7682541855955420885?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7682541855955420885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=7682541855955420885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/7682541855955420885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/7682541855955420885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2008/09/hopi-elders-prophecy-inspiration-for-we.html' title='Hopi Elders&apos; Prophecy – Inspiration for “We Are The Ones”'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SMSLlrsfA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/mROFVU7uBmM/s72-c/Hopi_Indian_Arizona-261x250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-6812273226991086893</id><published>2008-09-06T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:15:21.656-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Positive Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Positive Change'/><title type='text'>“What the Bleep?” meets “Honor Who You Are”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.candacepert.com/images/Candace%20headshot%202008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 145px;" src="http://www.candacepert.com/images/Candace%20headshot%202008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dr. Candace Pert is an internationally recognized psychopharmacologist who popularized her groundbreaking theories on consciousness, neuropeptides, and reality in the film, “What the Bleep Do We Know!?” She is currently developing Peptide T, a therapeutic for the treatment of HIV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Many years ago, before the movie was released, I was so inspired by Candace Pert’s book, “Molecules of Emotion”, that I sent her one of my original CDs. I felt that somehow there was a resonance with Dr. Pert’s journeys and discoveries and the messages in my songs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At least a year and a half went by before I received a response in an email from Candace describing her personal experience with one particular song that she found herself listening to repeatedly during a challenging time in her life.  She was planning to produce a guided imagery and  affirmation CD, which would be called, "Psychosomatic Wellness: Healing Your BodyMind”.  In her quest to choose a song as the capstone, she asked permission to use my song “Honor Who You Are”, which she felt captured the healing essence of the entire project.  Of course I enthusiastically agreed to just gift her the usage rights, retaining the copyright, thrilled to have the message birthed into the larger world in such a miraculous manner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dr. Pert has used the guided meditation and song extensively for her own healing and thousands of others.  “Honor Who You Are” is a tribute to the power of each individual’s gift to humanity through honoring their true self through the changes that are inevitable in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I got connected with Bentley's beautiful songwriting  through magical circumstances. I featured a new arrangement of her beautiful song "Honor Who You Are" as the capstone of my guided imagery and  affirmation CD "Psychosomatic Wellness: Healing Your BodyMind". As I did, hundreds of people have responded to its simple and clear call to appreciate ourselves here and now to" bring your heaven to your earth". It's an inspiring message for me and many others who are often "trying too hard" in an unnecessary struggle--a beautiful selves-esteem building tune ..Thank you Bentley!" --Candace Pert, PhD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“Bentley Kalaway is a brilliant songwriter, whose passion and life’s mission is to tell the story of the Bodymind connection and our personal and collective journey to healing and awakening consciousness through the power of love, truth and forgiveness. Although she has now been recognized by one of the world’s leading edge researchers, the true depth of the profound power of her songwriting is still untapped.” -- &lt;a href="http://www.keithranney.com/"&gt;Keith Ranney&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dr. Candace Pert received her Ph.D. in pharmacology from Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine, served as Chief of the Section on Brain Biochemistry of the Clinical Neuroscience Branch of the National Institute of Mental Health (NIMH), held a Research Professorship in the Department of Physiology and Biophysics at Georgetown University School of Medicine in Washington, DC, and is currently the Scientific Director of RAPID Pharmaceuticals, Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dr. Pert appeared in the feature film What the Bleep Do We Know!?? and Bill Moyer's TV program Healing and the Mind. She is the author of the book Molecules of Emotion: The Scientific Basis Behind Mind-Body Medicine (Scribner, 1997), Everything You Need to Know to Feel Go(o)d (Hay House, 2006), and the musical guided imagery CD Psychosomatic Wellness: Healing your Body-Mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_client = "pub-2926825540515278";&lt;br /&gt;/* 468x60, created 9/9/08 */&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_slot = "3016194069";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_width = 468;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_height = 60;&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&lt;br /&gt;src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script charset="utf-8" type="text/javascript" src="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;amp;ID=V20070822/US/bentlkalaw-20/8005/ded7754f-afe3-4d9c-8e3d-e1bbc55bd49d"&gt; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;noscript&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;ID=V20070822%2FUS%2Fbentlkalaw-20%2F8005%2Fded7754f-afe3-4d9c-8e3d-e1bbc55bd49d&amp;Operation=NoScript"&gt;Amazon.com Widgets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-6812273226991086893?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6812273226991086893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=6812273226991086893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/6812273226991086893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/6812273226991086893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-bleep-meets-honor-who-you-are.html' title='“What the Bleep?” meets “Honor Who You Are”'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259918858803717776.post-5483159122162827321</id><published>2008-09-06T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:19:03.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Political Commentary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Positive Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Positive Change'/><title type='text'>We Are The Ones-It's About You (Obama Speech Remix)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SMNNad-omaI/AAAAAAAAABA/QjvJzQb6yto/s1600-h/obama-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SMNNad-omaI/AAAAAAAAABA/QjvJzQb6yto/s320/obama-blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243119508308662690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am in the midst of the exhilarating feeling of experiencing a dream of possibility on the cusp of being launched into the world. Hopefully this will inspire people everywhere to begin to believe that we as individuals and collectively can have an impact on healing our world. Each and every one of us has something to offer. In my own experience, there have been many times when I’ve neglected to follow through on what seemed at the time to be a brilliant idea. Perhaps it wasn’t received well, or it seemed too much of a struggle to push it forward. A week ago, I embraced the following possibility that was set before me. Here are the exact words from a middle of the night journal writing which describes the conception of the idea for the use of my song, “We Are The Ones”, and merging it with the energy of hope and promise I had heard in &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/08/28/barack-obama-democratic-c_n_122224.html"&gt;Barrack Obama’s speech&lt;/a&gt; two days before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Journal August 30th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Internal voices woke me up. They showed me “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.bentleyk.com/"&gt;We Are The Ones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;”, with Obama’s speech interwoven as a viral video. There were pictures from the Democratic Convention especially emphasizing the “We”. I saw specific images for different parts of the song. “We are the hands” showed people waving the signs of change. For “We are the eyes” people were crying for hope and “We are the fire” depicted the fireworks coming out of the stadium. I heard the chorus “We Are The Ones” set to visuals of the huge stadium and the cheering. And the most moving part of Obama’s speech was set over the guitar solo. YES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The next morning I took sound bites from the speech and an audio version of the song and began to imagine how they would fit together. I began to search the web for compelling photos from the Democratic Convention. My partner &lt;a href="http://www.keithranney.com/"&gt;Keith Ranney&lt;/a&gt; and I then went into his media studio where the video began to weave Obama’s inspirational and profound message with a song that describes how it really is up to us to create the world we want to live in. Barack Obama repeats, “It’s about you!”. My song resounds with, “We Are The Ones”. For the past several days Keith has been researching the tech side of how to get this information to the most people effectively, while I have continued my music gigs and employment as a substitute teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We are going to launch the video on September 8th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_client = "pub-2926825540515278";&lt;br /&gt;/* 468x60, created 9/9/08 */&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_slot = "3016194069";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_width = 468;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_height = 60;&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&lt;br /&gt;src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script charset="utf-8" type="text/javascript" src="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;amp;ID=V20070822/US/bentlkalaw-20/8005/ded7754f-afe3-4d9c-8e3d-e1bbc55bd49d"&gt; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;noscript&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;ID=V20070822%2FUS%2Fbentlkalaw-20%2F8005%2Fded7754f-afe3-4d9c-8e3d-e1bbc55bd49d&amp;Operation=NoScript"&gt;Amazon.com Widgets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5259918858803717776-5483159122162827321?l=bentleykalaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5483159122162827321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5259918858803717776&amp;postID=5483159122162827321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/5483159122162827321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259918858803717776/posts/default/5483159122162827321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleykalaway.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-are-ones-its-about-you-obama-speech.html' title='We Are The Ones-It&apos;s About You (Obama Speech Remix)'/><author><name>Bentley Kalaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773116429639572299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SNcyVFiOBRI/AAAAAAAAABg/-aS69iIh2iI/S220/bk-soc-net-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9-84eNqPA/SMNNad-omaI/AAAAAAAAABA/QjvJzQb6yto/s72-c/obama-blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
