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To All My Children Through Time

By Roxanne, 2010-06-26
To my children and my children's children. To my nieces and nephews, surrogate or blood.
And all the little twinkle stars in the sky I've yet to meet. This is my song to you.

Some will run before they walk

They have no choice they must

At least thats what I tell myself,

Bathed in Hope and Trust

Some will dance before they run

They have no choice

They will

I watch the dance from where I stand

So close

And oh so still

The world that turns around me

And the visages so vast

The train of generations

Racing by so very fast.

Some will take the local

Others the express

Ill greet them at the platform

In my *evergreen* dress.

Each one holds a silver thread

That links their hearts to mine.

Nieces, daughters, grand or great:

Sons of kings through time.

The urge to stop their running

The will to halt their fears

The need to hold and to protect

Can bring me to sweet tears.

Some may fall before they climb

If that be Gods own will

Ill watch them from my silent place

So close

And oh so still.

Im always here

Loves *evergreen*

If you need me




(Insert smiley emoticon here)

I love you all ............even the brats. Mwwwwaaaaah!

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Remembering the good ol' days.....

By Roxanne, 2010-06-26
So glad I'm here today.

I did not write it. Just passing it on.

No matter what our kids and the new generationthink about us,

To Those of Us Born
1930 -1979

1930's,40's, 50's, 60's and 70's!!

First,we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while theywere pregnant.
Theytook aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can and didn'tget tested for diabetes.

Thenafter that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribscovered with bright colored lead-base paints.

Wehad no childproof lids on medicine bottles, locks on doors or cabinetsand when we rode our bikes, wehad baseball caps nothelmets on our heads.

Asinfants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, nobooster seats, no seat belts, no air bags, bald tires and sometimes nobrakes.
Ridingin the back of a pick- up truck on a warm day wasalways a special treat.

Wedrank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.

We shared one soft drink with four friends, fromone bottle and no one actually died from this.

Weate cupcakes made with Lard, white bread, real butter and bacon. Wedrank FLAV- OR- AID madewith real white sugar. And, we weren't overweight. WHY?

Becausewe were always outside playing....that's why!

Wewould leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we wereback when the streetlights came on..
Noone was able to reach us all day. And, we were OKAY.

Wewould spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ridethem down the hill, onlyto find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a fewtimes, we learned to solve the problem

Wedid not have Play stations, Nintendo's and X-boxes. There were novideo games, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD's,
nosurround-sound or CD's,
nocell phones,
nopersonal computers,
noInternet and no chat rooms.
WEHAD FRIENDS and we wentoutside and found them!
Wefell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were nolawsuits from these accidents.

We would get spankings with wooden spoons,switches, ping pong paddles, or just a bare hand and no one wouldcall child services to report abuse.

Weate worms and mud pies madefrom dirt, and theworms did not live in us forever.

Wewere given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticksand tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we didnot poke out very many eyes.

Werode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door orrang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them.

LittleLeague had tryoutsand not everyone made the team.
Thosewho didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.

Theidea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of.They actually sided with the law!

Thesegenerations have produced some of the best risk-takers,problem solvers and inventors ever.

Thepast 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

Wehad freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned howto deal with it all.

IfYOU are one of them, CONGRATULATIONS!

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I always use to think of *mediumship* as a separate thing from Empathing. (Sorry, I won't say empathy, because I'm not sure it's the same thing as *empathing* not even in the Noun descrip. Fraternal twins perhaps but not identical. that I'm beginning to see the science of the brain as a part in the *translation of information* that manifests as *empath moments*. I see that the same mechanism could access all kinds of external energy and translate it much the same way. Be it from a living entity or a deceased entity.

So why was my first reaction to balk when I saw this? And then the little voice saying, "why not Farrah?".

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She was an icon to my generation (not me, although I did love her hair like everyone else did. And I truly loved her in Extremities, but I never was big on the cult of personality except to poke fun at some celebrities at times.

But something about this caught my eye. I don't know why.

or why not?
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The Relay of Blind Faith

By Roxanne, 2010-06-08
Sweet thoughts swimming through my brain. I awake happy, ready to embrace the day. But before I jump up and out, my mind swims. Tucked beneath the blankets looking out the window, I'm remembering how much I loved roller blading. It's been a long time.
I'm remembering how much I loved bicycle riding. My bike sits waiting in my sister's basement. I'm finally free to do these things again, as the worst of my personal crisis days are over (for the moment).

And then I remember a child's book I wrote a long time ago. It had to do with the gift of life and our reasons for being here.
Of course that's what it meant to me.

Anyway, skipping ahead.....I was thinking about all the times I tried to make sense of the things that were taking place in my life and all around me. And a conclusion I came to that helped me catapult over the last hurdle of my own obstacle race. We are all in a Blind Faith Relay, where we move through life carrying our spiritual batons that we hand off knowingly or unknowingly in the works we do in the love we give in the motions of our simple daily existence.
We may never know the reasons or the outcomes.....we pass the baton...and keep going on blind faith.

My point is: Keep going..............never give up. There is a reason for your existence whether you ever fully understand it or not. Keep going. And keep doing the things you loved as a child to fuel your passion ...Keep going...
Some where, some will pass a baton...maybe doesn't matter..just keep going.

Thank you, Danny, for lending me your roller blades.

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The Empath Dictionary

By Roxanne, 2010-03-13
Here it is...the on going collection that I will sort out and try to keep in some order as it grows. But this is a good place to keep a record of the feedback on our Empath Dictionary thread.

so far thanks to Lynn we have a small collection of Empath Words: ( I have tried to keep descriptions simple and easy to understand, but the words themselves are seem to be self-explanatory.

Empath Dictionary:

Empath-nese - Empath language of communication.

Empathing using Emotional pathways for connection.

Empath Moments - moments of emotional connection and knowing.

Empathic calling an emotional or energetic calling.

Empathiness of or pertaining to Empaths

Empathology - the study of Empathy and Mirror Neurons

Empapression...a powerful empathic/emotional impression

Empathinator -- someone who can crush you with their mind, by accessing your mirror neurons.

empathment - an empath moment of positive or negative affect.

Empathagorically -- speaking in terms of empath related consciousness.

Keep them coming,ladies, this is good stuff.

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By Roxanne, 2010-03-07
Note to Self: Don't forget these happy moments.

or these ones:

Thanks for that, Renee.

Art of the Language:|main|dl2|link2|

Stan the Man by Adam Sandler
Thanks Lynn,

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