<?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-8576743833896399827</id><updated>2011-07-31T03:40:04.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Importance of Balance</title><subtitle type='html'>Seeking a better way of living . . . .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destinationraw.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576743833896399827/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destinationraw.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Uza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410521809933978007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DiVSW4-ZjWY/SLEDCnHK0nI/AAAAAAAAARs/FLr_y9umz0I/S220/Picture+156.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576743833896399827.post-6048414439968899719</id><published>2011-07-17T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T02:01:36.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal Setting, Planning, and Getting Started</title><summary type='text'>Today I complimented a friend, who has been doing an amazing job of sticking to her diet and exercise regime for several months now. She both inspires and shames me!Her response--which was to say that she simply set a goal, made a plan, broke it down into steps then takes it one step at a time--resonated deep within me.Resonated in an empty cavern, that is.Such discipline is beyond the scope of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destinationraw.blogspot.com/feeds/6048414439968899719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576743833896399827&amp;postID=6048414439968899719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576743833896399827/posts/default/6048414439968899719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576743833896399827/posts/default/6048414439968899719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destinationraw.blogspot.com/2011/07/goal-setting-planning-and-getting.html' title='Goal Setting, Planning, and Getting Started'/><author><name>Uza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410521809933978007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DiVSW4-ZjWY/SLEDCnHK0nI/AAAAAAAAARs/FLr_y9umz0I/S220/Picture+156.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576743833896399827.post-2797335240164269145</id><published>2010-08-20T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T00:41:58.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She comes, she goes</title><summary type='text'>....shes gone, back and gone again.Some friends are puzzles.&lt;!--Session data--&gt;But then again, so am I.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destinationraw.blogspot.com/feeds/2797335240164269145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576743833896399827&amp;postID=2797335240164269145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576743833896399827/posts/default/2797335240164269145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576743833896399827/posts/default/2797335240164269145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destinationraw.blogspot.com/2010/08/she-comes-she-goes-shes-gone-back-and.html' title='She comes, she goes'/><author><name>Uza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410521809933978007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DiVSW4-ZjWY/SLEDCnHK0nI/AAAAAAAAARs/FLr_y9umz0I/S220/Picture+156.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576743833896399827.post-7045627320700948482</id><published>2010-06-18T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T19:08:29.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compassion: Being My Own Good Samaritan</title><summary type='text'>Today it struck me: I have more compassion and kindness in me for total strangers than I do for myself!When I see women in stores who look haggard or worn, depressed and unhappy, overweight and seriously out of shape, I feel so sad for them. I find myself wondering what cards Life dealt them, what decisions that seemed like a good idea at the time, led them to this point. Sometimes I imagine </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destinationraw.blogspot.com/feeds/7045627320700948482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576743833896399827&amp;postID=7045627320700948482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576743833896399827/posts/default/7045627320700948482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576743833896399827/posts/default/7045627320700948482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destinationraw.blogspot.com/2010/06/compassion-being-my-own-good-samaritan.html' title='Compassion: Being My Own Good Samaritan'/><author><name>Uza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410521809933978007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DiVSW4-ZjWY/SLEDCnHK0nI/AAAAAAAAARs/FLr_y9umz0I/S220/Picture+156.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576743833896399827.post-6292853938297996317</id><published>2010-01-09T14:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T00:40:19.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Quote</title><summary type='text'>“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” Mark Twain</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destinationraw.blogspot.com/feeds/6292853938297996317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576743833896399827&amp;postID=6292853938297996317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576743833896399827/posts/default/6292853938297996317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576743833896399827/posts/default/6292853938297996317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destinationraw.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-quote.html' title='Just a Quote'/><author><name>Uza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410521809933978007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DiVSW4-ZjWY/SLEDCnHK0nI/AAAAAAAAARs/FLr_y9umz0I/S220/Picture+156.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576743833896399827.post-254243005580863815</id><published>2009-12-12T18:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T00:35:59.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for it to kill your enemy."  -- Nelson Mandela</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--Session data--&gt;Built-up resentment is like a lion on the prowl, just waiting for opportunities to leap out and roar. People, of course, are what they are: Inevitably someone does something that releases the monster, and while I confine my own resentments to verbal tirades at worst, they still manages to leave me feeling very small, tainted, and depleted. So who is my resentment hurting? Me, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destinationraw.blogspot.com/feeds/254243005580863815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576743833896399827&amp;postID=254243005580863815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576743833896399827/posts/default/254243005580863815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576743833896399827/posts/default/254243005580863815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destinationraw.blogspot.com/2009/12/0910.html' title='&quot;Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for it to kill your enemy.&quot;  -- Nelson Mandela'/><author><name>Uza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410521809933978007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DiVSW4-ZjWY/SLEDCnHK0nI/AAAAAAAAARs/FLr_y9umz0I/S220/Picture+156.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576743833896399827.post-6508314379861138517</id><published>2009-11-16T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:13:19.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days 2 -8: Playing Catch Up</title><summary type='text'>Has it really been over a week since I last posted? Well, this hasn't been due to my not doing things for myself; just the opposite in fact. This is just a quick recap of some of the things I've been doing . . . .1) Put up floating shelves, and moved my "sacred" space onto them. My candles, essential oils, incense, and meaningful doodads are now up on the wall where they are readily available and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destinationraw.blogspot.com/feeds/6508314379861138517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576743833896399827&amp;postID=6508314379861138517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576743833896399827/posts/default/6508314379861138517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576743833896399827/posts/default/6508314379861138517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destinationraw.blogspot.com/2009/11/days-2-8-playing-catch-up.html' title='Days 2 -8: Playing Catch Up'/><author><name>Uza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410521809933978007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DiVSW4-ZjWY/SLEDCnHK0nI/AAAAAAAAARs/FLr_y9umz0I/S220/Picture+156.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiVSW4-ZjWY/SwoaF49bfVI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JqX0ltyVPsA/s72-c/zvoj7szb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576743833896399827.post-529626184756904722</id><published>2009-11-14T15:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T03:05:25.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Have I Done for Me Lately?</title><summary type='text'>So many times when speaking with other women , our conversation turns to things that we enjoy doing but rarely do, such as listening to our favorite music by candlelight, hiking in the woods, or curling up with a good book.Usually it's a story of falling into the habit of putting other people's needs and wants before our own, to such an extent that we forget or are too worn out to take time for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destinationraw.blogspot.com/feeds/529626184756904722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576743833896399827&amp;postID=529626184756904722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576743833896399827/posts/default/529626184756904722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576743833896399827/posts/default/529626184756904722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destinationraw.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-have-i-done-for-me-lately.html' title='What Have I Done for Me Lately?'/><author><name>Uza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410521809933978007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DiVSW4-ZjWY/SLEDCnHK0nI/AAAAAAAAARs/FLr_y9umz0I/S220/Picture+156.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiVSW4-ZjWY/Sv_fbsSZseI/AAAAAAAAAhk/PolxJpZvX5o/s72-c/spa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
