<?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-7471673929951208118</id><updated>2011-08-01T20:32:15.109+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartways Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-1846415782277730649</id><published>2010-02-03T23:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-03T23:06:42.884Z</updated><title type='text'>Snowdrops in the Dark</title><content type='html'>It snowed lightly tonight and as darkness mantles the garden, 7 tiny snowdrop fire shoots - rockets of glisten in the moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-1846415782277730649?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/1846415782277730649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=1846415782277730649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/1846415782277730649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/1846415782277730649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2010/02/snowdrops-in-dark.html' title='Snowdrops in the Dark'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-5762510265513836051</id><published>2008-09-13T00:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T00:33:30.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beautiful......... Frederick Turner</title><content type='html'>"The beautiful can exist at the edge precisely because it has nothing to lose and everything to give away"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-5762510265513836051?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/5762510265513836051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=5762510265513836051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/5762510265513836051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/5762510265513836051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/09/beautiful-frederick-turner.html' title='The Beautiful......... Frederick Turner'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-8687272521486716868</id><published>2008-09-11T20:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:19:31.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Say It Right"   Nelly F.</title><content type='html'>"Say it right"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-8687272521486716868?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/8687272521486716868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=8687272521486716868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/8687272521486716868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/8687272521486716868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/09/say-it-right-nelly-f.html' title='&quot;Say It Right&quot;   Nelly F.'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-1084417300903162049</id><published>2008-09-04T21:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:57:15.181+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Initiation    Michael Meade The Water of Life</title><content type='html'>"One purpose of initiation was to awaken the elder within a person"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-1084417300903162049?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/1084417300903162049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=1084417300903162049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/1084417300903162049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/1084417300903162049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/09/initiation-michael-meade-water-of-life.html' title='Initiation    Michael Meade The Water of Life'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-912120120767168300</id><published>2008-09-02T15:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T15:57:26.477+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Individuation                 Carl Jung</title><content type='html'>"The call to individuate is the call to become authentic - to live and affirm consciously one's own uniqueness"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-912120120767168300?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/912120120767168300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=912120120767168300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/912120120767168300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/912120120767168300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/09/individuation-carl-jung.html' title='Individuation                 Carl Jung'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-2766196334572683905</id><published>2008-09-01T19:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:05:47.152+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Change The Way.........</title><content type='html'>"Change the way you look at things and the things you look at will change" Wayne Dyer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-2766196334572683905?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/2766196334572683905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=2766196334572683905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/2766196334572683905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/2766196334572683905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/09/change-way.html' title='Change The Way.........'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-143012660921312397</id><published>2008-09-01T10:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T11:00:27.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever?  Robert Bly</title><content type='html'>"Have you ever seen anyone walk in the sun and yet the shadow was missing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-143012660921312397?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/143012660921312397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=143012660921312397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/143012660921312397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/143012660921312397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/09/have-you-ever-robert-bly.html' title='Have you ever?  Robert Bly'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-4520249246881213870</id><published>2008-08-31T20:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:15:31.781+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"What I Am"     from "Miracles" Stuart Wilde</title><content type='html'>"What I am is eternal, immortal, universal and infinite. I see only beauty and strength in every moment of my life"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-4520249246881213870?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/4520249246881213870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=4520249246881213870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/4520249246881213870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/4520249246881213870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-i-am-from-miracles-stuart-wilde.html' title='&quot;What I Am&quot;     from &quot;Miracles&quot; Stuart Wilde'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-5905431685887282900</id><published>2008-08-29T19:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T19:33:08.720+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Louis and Me</title><content type='html'>Spent the afternoon with Louis at the sea or perhaps that should be 'in the sea'! We enjoyed a train ride to the coast, his first ever journey on a train. He was so excited by the views en route, the sprawling breeze filled trees, the horses and sheep dotted in the fields and the parked tractors next to farm sheds. The beach was a picture with an incoming tide and a grey sky up above but so warm. We played in the water and went with the ebb and flow...............magic moments!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-5905431685887282900?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/5905431685887282900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=5905431685887282900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/5905431685887282900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/5905431685887282900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/08/louis-and-me.html' title='Louis and Me'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-129625424024251360</id><published>2008-08-26T18:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:24:16.792+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadows     Carl Jung</title><content type='html'>"That I feed the hungry, forgive an insult, and love my enemy - these are great virtues. But what if I should discover that the poorest of beggars and most impudent of offenders are all within me, and that I stand in need of the alms of my own kindness; that I myself am the enemy who must be loved - what then"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-129625424024251360?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/129625424024251360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=129625424024251360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/129625424024251360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/129625424024251360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/08/shadows-carl-jung.html' title='Shadows     Carl Jung'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-5387316910316892981</id><published>2008-08-25T14:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T14:42:24.165+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadows of Light    Robert Bly</title><content type='html'>"When one projects, one is really giving away an energy or power that rightfully belongs in one's own treasury"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-5387316910316892981?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/5387316910316892981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=5387316910316892981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/5387316910316892981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/5387316910316892981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/08/shadows-of-light-robert-bly.html' title='Shadows of Light    Robert Bly'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-4118694237643022038</id><published>2008-08-11T22:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:26:55.587+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Say I Am You"  Rumi</title><content type='html'>Rumi writes "Say I am you" . I say "I am you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-4118694237643022038?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/4118694237643022038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=4118694237643022038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/4118694237643022038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/4118694237643022038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/08/say-i-am-you-rumi.html' title='&quot;Say I Am You&quot;  Rumi'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-5392967855395166137</id><published>2008-08-11T22:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:24:40.091+01:00</updated><title type='text'>from Notes on Love and Courage Hugh Prather</title><content type='html'>"I am comfortable around my friend. For reasons not always clear to me, she loves me. She has seen me blunder; she is aware of my annoying self indulgences, my private habits. All the things I once thought no one could know about me and still love me, she knows. In her presence I have very little to guard against, because she distills me from my words. We have been together a long time, and now some grace within her can see me when her eyes are open".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-5392967855395166137?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/5392967855395166137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=5392967855395166137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/5392967855395166137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/5392967855395166137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/08/from-notes-on-love-and-courage-hugh.html' title='from Notes on Love and Courage Hugh Prather'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-5073277008847191665</id><published>2008-07-27T19:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T19:33:53.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>On Miracles Stuart Wilde</title><content type='html'>"That is why adversity is so useful. It allows people to look for something beyond day to day reality, and this brings them in touch with their true inner selves. In desperation, they begin to pull on their unlimited power; and they realise anything can be changed, that suffering is a product of the inner self, and that by looking at their inner selves, they can transform them"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-5073277008847191665?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/5073277008847191665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=5073277008847191665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/5073277008847191665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/5073277008847191665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-miracles-stuart-wilde.html' title='On Miracles Stuart Wilde'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-4677521498849017296</id><published>2008-07-27T19:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T19:32:27.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>We Cannot Teach - Galileo (1564 -1642)</title><content type='html'>"We cannot teach people anything, we can only help them discover it for themselves"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-4677521498849017296?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/4677521498849017296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=4677521498849017296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/4677521498849017296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/4677521498849017296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-cannot-teach-galileo-1564-1642.html' title='We Cannot Teach - Galileo (1564 -1642)'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-890021669524305412</id><published>2008-07-25T19:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T19:30:47.197+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowering  -  Elizabeth Haich in 'Initiation'</title><content type='html'>"In time our truths will flower"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-890021669524305412?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/890021669524305412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=890021669524305412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/890021669524305412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/890021669524305412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/07/flowering-elizabeth-haich-in-initiation.html' title='Flowering  -  Elizabeth Haich in &apos;Initiation&apos;'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-970425070905403299</id><published>2008-07-17T23:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T23:15:20.678+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Useless Encounters" - Hugh Prather</title><content type='html'>"Are there any wholly useless encounters? I know this: there are no insignificant people. There is no one who isn't supposed to be there"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-970425070905403299?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/970425070905403299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=970425070905403299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/970425070905403299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/970425070905403299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/07/useless-encounters-hugh-prather.html' title='&quot;Useless Encounters&quot; - Hugh Prather'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-601438042360166434</id><published>2008-07-16T20:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:40:03.784+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Authenticity  - Barbel Mohr</title><content type='html'>"Authenticity gives power and connects with the Universe. To pretend that we see everything positively or act as if we were enlightened when we are not creates a distance between ourselves and the Universe. Accept lovingly your evolutionary stage."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-601438042360166434?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/601438042360166434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=601438042360166434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/601438042360166434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/601438042360166434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/07/authenticity-barbel-mohr.html' title='Authenticity  - Barbel Mohr'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-813945717541934007</id><published>2008-07-07T23:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T23:12:51.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Remain Unexplained</title><content type='html'>"Everything in life need not be explained. We have no responsibility to explain anything to anybody"  from "Everyday Osho" 365 Daily Meditations for the Here and Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-813945717541934007?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/813945717541934007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=813945717541934007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/813945717541934007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/813945717541934007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/07/remain-unexplained.html' title='Remain Unexplained'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-4727758444919379004</id><published>2008-04-21T22:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T22:51:52.544+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tibetan People  Sogyal Rinpoche The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying</title><content type='html'>"Let us remember them always in our hearts, and let us all, also work to see that their land and its traditions are returned to them".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-4727758444919379004?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/4727758444919379004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=4727758444919379004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/4727758444919379004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/4727758444919379004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/04/tibetan-people-sogyal-rinpoche-tibetan.html' title='The Tibetan People  Sogyal Rinpoche The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-3238620254928827845</id><published>2008-04-17T16:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T16:45:05.738+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Proverb</title><content type='html'>"Respect out of fear is never genuine; reverence out of respect is never false"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-3238620254928827845?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/3238620254928827845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=3238620254928827845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/3238620254928827845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/3238620254928827845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/04/chinese-proverb.html' title='Chinese Proverb'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-3341707364252910068</id><published>2008-04-15T16:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T16:22:53.706+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Confucius</title><content type='html'>"What you do not wish upon yourself, do not do to others"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-3341707364252910068?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/3341707364252910068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=3341707364252910068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/3341707364252910068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/3341707364252910068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/04/confucius.html' title='Confucius'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-2856630588746691060</id><published>2008-04-14T19:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:51:39.369+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dalai Lama</title><content type='html'>"We are visitors on this planet. We are here for ninety or one hundred years at the most. During this period, we must try to do something good, something useful, with our lives. If you contribute to other people's happiness, you will find the true goal, the true meaning of life"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-2856630588746691060?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/2856630588746691060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=2856630588746691060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/2856630588746691060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/2856630588746691060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/04/dalai-lama_14.html' title='The Dalai Lama'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-6351363098639150753</id><published>2008-04-10T22:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:28:25.864+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The I Ching or Book of Changes</title><content type='html'>"Cling to the power of higher truth"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-6351363098639150753?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/6351363098639150753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=6351363098639150753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/6351363098639150753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/6351363098639150753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-ching-or-book-of-changes.html' title='The I Ching or Book of Changes'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-7487147818417360359</id><published>2008-04-09T21:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:51:09.658+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For Today ..........The Children of Darfur</title><content type='html'>Just for today .....................Please remember the children of Darfur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-7487147818417360359?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/7487147818417360359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=7487147818417360359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/7487147818417360359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/7487147818417360359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-for-today-children-of-darfur.html' title='Just For Today ..........The Children of Darfur'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-931576794527030127</id><published>2008-04-09T21:36:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:29:47.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tibetan Book of Living and Dying Sogyal Rinpoche</title><content type='html'>"In Tibet we say "Negative action has one good quality; it can be purified." So there is always hope. Even murderers and the most hardened criminals can change and overcome the conditioning that led them to their crimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-931576794527030127?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/931576794527030127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=931576794527030127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/931576794527030127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/931576794527030127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/04/tibetan-book-of-living-and-dying-sogyal.html' title='Tibetan Book of Living and Dying Sogyal Rinpoche'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-5140884767378684571</id><published>2008-04-08T22:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:19:17.124+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabindranath Tagore</title><content type='html'>"Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers but to be fearless in facing them"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-5140884767378684571?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/5140884767378684571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=5140884767378684571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/5140884767378684571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/5140884767378684571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/04/rabindranath-tagore.html' title='Rabindranath Tagore'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-3831548522357955978</id><published>2008-04-07T22:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:24:46.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes on Love and Courage  Hugh Prather</title><content type='html'>"The character of a church, a business or a government can be seen in its attitude towards its detractors"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-3831548522357955978?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/3831548522357955978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=3831548522357955978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/3831548522357955978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/3831548522357955978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/04/notes-on-love-and-courage-hugh-prather.html' title='Notes on Love and Courage  Hugh Prather'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-8706245582500885850</id><published>2008-04-06T20:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:51:12.304+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dalai Lama</title><content type='html'>"No imperialist power has succeeded in keeping other people in colonial subjugation for long"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-8706245582500885850?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/8706245582500885850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=8706245582500885850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/8706245582500885850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/8706245582500885850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/04/dalai-lama.html' title='The Dalai Lama'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-8836647362141878150</id><published>2008-04-06T20:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:40:51.498+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aung San Suu Kyi</title><content type='html'>Just for today...............Remember Aung San Suu Kyi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-8836647362141878150?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/8836647362141878150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=8836647362141878150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/8836647362141878150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/8836647362141878150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/04/aung-san-suu-kyi.html' title='Aung San Suu Kyi'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-7722036537278173063</id><published>2008-04-05T17:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T17:59:54.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabindranath Tragore</title><content type='html'>"Death is not extinguishing the light, it is putting out the lamp because the dawn has come"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-7722036537278173063?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/7722036537278173063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=7722036537278173063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/7722036537278173063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/7722036537278173063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/04/rabindranath-tragore.html' title='Rabindranath Tragore'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-7606005701314497384</id><published>2008-03-25T20:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-25T20:37:50.476Z</updated><title type='text'>Remember Tianamen Square</title><content type='html'>Remember Tianamen Square&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-7606005701314497384?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/7606005701314497384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=7606005701314497384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/7606005701314497384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/7606005701314497384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/03/remember-tianamen-square.html' title='Remember Tianamen Square'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-6620310621138694348</id><published>2008-03-24T15:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-24T16:03:25.092Z</updated><title type='text'>Dalai Lama's Meditation</title><content type='html'>"One aspect of compassion is to respect other's right's and to respect others views. The human spirit of reconciliation based upon compassion is working deep down, whether the person knows it or not. Our basic human nature is gentleness, therefore no matter how much we go through violence and other bad things, ultimately the proper solution is to return to human feeling and affection".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-6620310621138694348?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/6620310621138694348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=6620310621138694348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/6620310621138694348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/6620310621138694348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/03/dalai-lamas-meditation.html' title='Dalai Lama&apos;s Meditation'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-1906013819483731175</id><published>2008-03-20T20:38:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-20T20:43:45.959Z</updated><title type='text'>Autogenic therapy notes</title><content type='html'>Tears and crying are the main methods used by nature to help work through and resolve grief. If this is not done, tension may be stored by the body and manifests itself in a variety of uncomfortable ways. Examples are pain in the spine and joints, allergic reactions and tennis elbow. These are some of the symptoms which may indicate a crying need. Grief can be experienced as a result of a sense of loss relating to a hope, an object or a relationship which we no longer have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-1906013819483731175?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/1906013819483731175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=1906013819483731175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/1906013819483731175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/1906013819483731175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/03/autogenic-therapy-notes.html' title='Autogenic therapy notes'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-3891923247908416305</id><published>2008-03-19T21:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:48:00.039Z</updated><title type='text'>Ibn 'Arabi writes</title><content type='html'>"There is no difference between the Sender and the thing sent, and the person sent and the person to whom he is sent"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-3891923247908416305?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/3891923247908416305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=3891923247908416305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/3891923247908416305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/3891923247908416305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/03/ibn-arabi-writes.html' title='Ibn &apos;Arabi writes'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-8330632027729327759</id><published>2008-02-08T20:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-08T20:26:17.078Z</updated><title type='text'>"Fire and Rain"</title><content type='html'>"I've seen fire and I've seen rain&lt;br /&gt;I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Taylor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-8330632027729327759?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/8330632027729327759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=8330632027729327759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/8330632027729327759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/8330632027729327759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/02/fire-and-rain.html' title='&quot;Fire and Rain&quot;'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-3420122303001575059</id><published>2008-01-29T12:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-29T12:48:40.982Z</updated><title type='text'>Song for Louis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"All the stars are coming out tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;They're lighting up the sky tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;For You, For You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-3420122303001575059?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/3420122303001575059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=3420122303001575059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/3420122303001575059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/3420122303001575059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/01/song-for-louis.html' title='Song for Louis'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-4935980924309778910</id><published>2008-01-20T22:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T22:42:56.185Z</updated><title type='text'>Louis and Me</title><content type='html'>Louis stayed last night. Most thoughtfully, he decided to go to sleep before Carole and I sat down to our evening meal. It's a real joy when he stays. It seems so easy to understand how he lives his life. His presence is magical and he is a blessing. He loves to interact and play, eat when he's hungry, be changed when he needs changing, have  a roll on the floor after lunch and a little excursion in his pushchair in the fresh air to watch the river flow. He is enjoying a little story before sleep time. I know that sleep time is approaching when he gives the signals - repeated yawns, the rubbing of his eyes or a vocal request in the form of a little moan of displeasure, usually when he begins, with some frustration, to assault the particular story book he's reading. The last occasion he stayed with us was on New Year's eve. He woke just before midnight!&lt;br /&gt;This morning we paid a visit to a friend's ceramic studio to see if Louis' footprint plate was ready. He really isn't keen on the waterproof hood of his pushchair, preferring to feel the raindrops on his face as we walk to the studio. We were there last week. He was so fascinated by having the soles of his little feet painted! I realised how difficult it was too, trying to get a perfect footprint, but I think the right foot smudged  one looks just fine -- and as I gave up 'perfection' a few moons ago, what does it matter? - anyway I think it represents Louis at his present age - full of beans and not being still enough for one of his more lively moments to be held still in paint! When we arrived, he was excited as ever and keen to have a look around the studio. He certainly seemed to enjoy meeting my friend and her two children (who were busy painting plates at the time).&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon we enjoyed a family sunday lunch together, sharing news, plenty of laughter and lots of catching up. Just a lovely warm occasion. Louis slept for the first part of the meal but joined us later, full of smiles and completely interested in everything that was going on around the dining room table.  Everyone, it seems has adjusted in getting back to work, some more than others. A busy month ahead with family and friends birthdays. As we said our goodbyes at the end of the afternoon, I finally managed to hand over over the potted-up amaryllis bulbs to family members, which hopefully will be in full bloom by late February. Time is flying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-4935980924309778910?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/4935980924309778910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=4935980924309778910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/4935980924309778910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/4935980924309778910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/01/louis-and-me.html' title='Louis and Me'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-2203149441357601688</id><published>2008-01-20T19:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T20:07:27.650Z</updated><title type='text'>January 2008 Pluto enters Capricorn</title><content type='html'>Well, the Sun will be moving out of an earth sign and into the air of Aquarius today, representing a significant 'shift' in energies. The practicalities of life and the honouring of tradition and boundaries give way to big ideas and change over the coming weeks. Some interesting movements of the heavenly bodies in the month ahead including a retrograde Mercury. (Watch those phones, computers and communications with significant others!). Still, many souls in the astrological networks are tuned into the BIG event coming up in a few days time. For the past 13 years, Pluto, "the great transformer" in astrology, has been penetratively moving through Sagittarius (ideals and spirituality).  Just remember all the big eruptive changes experienced in religious organisations over the past decade, from the 'conventional' to the more extreme and 'unconventional') -----------and even the Da Vinci Code (book) moved (slowly) to "bestseller" status!!! So, was your search for your truth realised during Pluto's transit through Sagittarius? On 25th January Pluto enters the earth sign, Capricorn, for the first time in 230 years! Capricorn - I'm thinking of convention, structures, authority, discipline and authorities, tradition, Saturn, self employment and 'big' organisations --- and I think of Afghanistan, Albania, India, Orkney and Shetland.  Pluto's task is to bring in the changes so that transformations come about. Its going to be the start of something interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-2203149441357601688?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/2203149441357601688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=2203149441357601688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/2203149441357601688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/2203149441357601688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-2008-pluto-enters-capricorn.html' title='January 2008 Pluto enters Capricorn'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-660158461652975405</id><published>2008-01-15T22:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-15T22:28:24.087Z</updated><title type='text'>"A Rose Will Bloom"</title><content type='html'>"A rose will bloom&lt;br /&gt; And then will fade&lt;br /&gt; So doth a youth&lt;br /&gt; So doth the fairest maid"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo and Juliet - William Shakespeare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-660158461652975405?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-2682674863960815596</id><published>2008-01-15T21:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-15T21:59:14.108Z</updated><title type='text'>Thought for today - Extract from Fire and Rain song by James Taylor</title><content type='html'>"Just yesterday morning they let me know you were gone&lt;br /&gt;Susanne the plans they made put an end to you&lt;br /&gt;I walked out this morning and I wrote out this song&lt;br /&gt;I just can't remember who to send it to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen fire and I've seen rain&lt;br /&gt;I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end&lt;br /&gt;I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend&lt;br /&gt;But I always thought that I'd see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you look down upon me Jesus&lt;br /&gt;You've got to help me make a stand&lt;br /&gt;You've got to see me through another day&lt;br /&gt;My body's aching&lt;br /&gt;And my time is at hand&lt;br /&gt;And I won't make it any other way"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-2682674863960815596?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/2682674863960815596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=2682674863960815596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/2682674863960815596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/2682674863960815596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/01/thought-for-today-extract-from-fire-and.html' title='Thought for today - Extract from Fire and Rain song by James Taylor'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-4386193758003759025</id><published>2008-01-15T20:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-15T20:57:00.013Z</updated><title type='text'>Whispering the Sadness of That Old Song</title><content type='html'>"In the early morning rain&lt;br /&gt;With a dollar in my hand&lt;br /&gt;And an aching in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And my pockets full of sand&lt;br /&gt;I'm a long way from home&lt;br /&gt;Lord I miss my loved ones so&lt;br /&gt;In the early morning rain&lt;br /&gt;With no place to go"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-4386193758003759025?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/4386193758003759025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=4386193758003759025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/4386193758003759025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/4386193758003759025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/01/whispering-sadness-of-that-old-song.html' title='Whispering the Sadness of That Old Song'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-3061048421990429772</id><published>2008-01-13T19:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-13T19:43:36.224Z</updated><title type='text'>Dangerous Liaisons</title><content type='html'>Do you remember&lt;br /&gt;When I told you that I loved you&lt;br /&gt;And nervously, with disbelief you smiled and said "I love you too"&lt;br /&gt;But that just wasn't going to last&lt;br /&gt;Because in every hoping will come the fading&lt;br /&gt;Like the sadness in a million falling autumn leaves&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ever lasts&lt;br /&gt;And you knew it too&lt;br /&gt;All those giggles and laughs and shared times&lt;br /&gt;That seemed so very special&lt;br /&gt;And in the leaving we said we'd "be in touch"&lt;br /&gt;And I knew then but couldn't say it to you&lt;br /&gt;What it was I felt&lt;br /&gt;But don't you know just how difficult real friendship can be&lt;br /&gt;That fragile pressure of commitment&lt;br /&gt;And the frightening intimacy of knowing another, a comfort too close for most&lt;br /&gt;While you'd rather keep on travelling on and on&lt;br /&gt;Searching for it out there and not inside&lt;br /&gt;When you're living that life&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how you do it?&lt;br /&gt;How perfected in the art of making friends you must be&lt;br /&gt;In that connection&lt;br /&gt;You made with me&lt;br /&gt;Only to leave me with your space and disappointment&lt;br /&gt;And in moments of quietness I wonder "Were you ever left too"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-3061048421990429772?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/3061048421990429772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=3061048421990429772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/3061048421990429772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/3061048421990429772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/01/dangerous-liaisons.html' title='Dangerous Liaisons'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-2811414561253457801</id><published>2008-01-08T20:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-08T20:57:46.753Z</updated><title type='text'>A Winter's Tale</title><content type='html'>Don't you just love the gardens at this time of year? Definitely a 'suspended animation' sort of energy about those exposed cold green spaces at the moment. Although the wallflowers were planted late in the autumn, they've really driven down strong, firm roots now and are standing proud in beautiful deep green clumps in different corners and spaces of the garden. We've moved the old birdtable from the back to the front recently and are really enjoying the daily garden visits and antics of the sparrows, blue-tits, blackbirds and robins. This morning, it looked like the starlings were the busiest though. Louis continues to growand is almost standing. He's also become a keen birdwatcher, fascinated by our feathered friends, smiling, chuckling and dancing up and down as he gazes out of the front window, tightly gripping the chairback cushion. Snowdrop, crocus and daffodil shoots are springing up all over, I think, responding to that horticulturally-perfect blend of raised air temperatures and regular showers. I love indoor plants too at this time - such a variety of form, colour and fragrance to transform the cold winter days. Most of the Christmas cacti (mainly Zygocactus truncatus) are approaching the end of their flowering cycle. In recent years, they seemed to have felt the benefit of a 'summer holiday' in the open air in a sheltered spot in the back yard during August and September. The hippeastrums (var.Red Lion), potted up after Christmas, are sitting, majestically in a light front lobbyway for the time being, these will be brought into a slightly warmer place inside the the house, once their main shoots /stems are underway. The pots of china blue and white hyacinths have been so beautifully abundant this year, filling our rooms with heavenly fragrance over Christmas and New Year. In a week or so's time the little potted Jasmine will bloom, spilling tiny white starry flowers over its miniature sword-like foliage. It's scent will bless the air and lighten up darkened rooms on those grey days over the coming weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-2811414561253457801?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/2811414561253457801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=2811414561253457801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/2811414561253457801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/2811414561253457801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2008/01/growth-in-winter.html' title='A Winter&apos;s Tale'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-296495896041650558</id><published>2007-12-24T10:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-24T11:14:53.252Z</updated><title type='text'>A Magical Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>It's Christmas eve. We are off to see our eldest son Noel today. Twenty eight years ago today he came into the world. I remember it like yesterday. It was probably about 1.30am and I remember a star studded sky in those early hours as I left the hospital. Just before his birth I was asked to leave the delivery room as the doctor felt there may have been difficulties with the delivery. I waited for about 10 minutes, which seemed like an hour, then a lovely smiling nurse appeared and said "Well, do you want to come and see your son?" It was an unforgettable moment.   I stayed with them until they both fell asleep after a long, exhausting labour. In the yellow haze of the lights in the grounds I noticed snow falling lightly and you could smell it in the air - you can always smell snow. And now he is a father himself, so today for the first time, he'll be celebrating his birthday with his son Louis. It will be a magical Christmas eve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-296495896041650558?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/296495896041650558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=296495896041650558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/296495896041650558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/296495896041650558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/12/magical-christmas-eve.html' title='A Magical Christmas Eve'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-3568597576580837530</id><published>2007-12-23T19:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-23T20:20:41.495Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Traditions</title><content type='html'>If I see another mince pie I'll be sick and its not even Christmas eve yet! Where do all of these mince pies come from? Home made, shop bought, cafe shelves --------there's no end to them. And if we're honest, they don't really taste very nice do they?, all that heartburn-inducing pastry and claggy mushed up scenty-soap tasting fruit - yuk! And I'm not easily fooled by the thick top crust being left off, sticking a little star sprinkled with "organic" icing sugar on the top then charging double the normal price for the pleasure of consuming it! And as 'Christmas fare' is the topic for the moment, what about those good old favourites - sprouts?. I've never seen so many sprouts in the whole of my life as I have in the past seven days. Sacksful or should it be sack fulls? delivered here, there and everywhere in preparation for the 25th meal of all meals. An old great aunt of mine, God rest her soul, used to start cooking them at around eight in the morning for a 3.00pm dinner. By 11 a.m my appetite often began to wane. Isn't there a disproportionate amount of glitter on the cards this year? Our favourite was the card with the ginger guinea pig, dressed up as Rudolph, complete with red nose, antlers and lots of glitter. I think we've received enough shiney metal to fill at least 3 scrapyards!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-3568597576580837530?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/3568597576580837530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=3568597576580837530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/3568597576580837530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/3568597576580837530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-traditions.html' title='Christmas Traditions'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-273345418918757642</id><published>2007-12-21T17:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-21T18:10:46.620Z</updated><title type='text'>We Change to Grow</title><content type='html'>Wednesday evening marked the completion of our spiritual awakening course. The focus for this final gathering evening was 'health'. I feel honoured to have been travelling with these souls for the past seven weeks, it's been quite a journey, sometimes over difficult terrain. I've learned so much from being in this sacred circle. We plan to meet in the New Year, in someone's new home which begins with a blessing for the house - a great way to begin 2008, the year of transformation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-273345418918757642?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/273345418918757642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=273345418918757642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/273345418918757642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/273345418918757642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-change-to-grow.html' title='We Change to Grow'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-5828686434557753172</id><published>2007-12-18T17:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-18T18:06:56.135Z</updated><title type='text'>Works of Art</title><content type='html'>I finally got round to planting this year's indoor hyacinth bulbs, bought locally a couple of weeks ago. I love blue hyacinths growing in the house at this time of year. At present the flowers are chubby lumps, tiny pearls of white, blue and green compressed above each bulb. They've been sitting in the shed for a while and are now ready to move into the house. I spent half an hour at dusk planting them into old brass planters, discovered on a jam packed street corner bazzaar in Valetta many moons ago. In two or three weeks time, their beautiful blooms and heavenly scent will be wafting down the hallway, transforming the space with their Vermeer newness and beauty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-5828686434557753172?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/5828686434557753172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=5828686434557753172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/5828686434557753172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/5828686434557753172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/12/works-of-art.html' title='Works of Art'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-4124013427957715188</id><published>2007-12-12T23:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-13T00:21:59.901Z</updated><title type='text'>Here and Now............ and Remembrance</title><content type='html'>Today the 'practicalities' of the moment came into being. Paperwork, short journeys and 'phone calls - the making and receiving of, there were so many 'things to do' and such an early start to the day. The strength of women has been on my mind a lot today.When someone close dies and we are there with them, there is something difficult and profound taking place. Nothing can be done except to 'accept' everything which is happening in the moment. 'Acceptance' I think, is one of life's most challenging spiritual practices.  What if every person in the world tomorrow stopped praying for 40 days and practised 'acceptance' each of those days instead. I wonder what changes might come about in each person and in our world? In the sacred moment of 'being' in the 'now' there is for me, ironically, a strong sense of deja vu. I remember the first time of being with a dying person, I think I was about 15 years old, 10 years after my father's death, (my intial intitiation into into an underworld I knew nothing about). Such clear memories of that green painted side ward and the light above his bed, our regular visits in those final weeks and days, the sound of the oxygen mask and the physical transformation of his wasting frame - we waited and waited. He had been our friend since we were small. I think it must have been in the early hours, it was so dark - his light went out and my life changed in all the sorrow of that moment. It happened again, some 15 years later. This time at his home. It was a long night, his breathing so laboured after the years of illness. Sitting with him overnight and late morning the following day, his breathing stopped. I still miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-4124013427957715188?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/4124013427957715188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=4124013427957715188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/4124013427957715188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/4124013427957715188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/12/here-and-now-and-remembrance.html' title='Here and Now............ and Remembrance'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-4003389864085927738</id><published>2007-12-09T19:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-09T19:33:15.085Z</updated><title type='text'>An Angel is Missing</title><content type='html'>Well, the decorated tree looks different this year. It's missing something - our Angel. S/he perches at the pine pinnacle every December but this year things seem a little different. The question is - where has s/he gone? And I have to say, this is not the best time of the year for an angel to go missing. Is there a "missing angel's bureau" I wonder? What if s/he has flown to a far off place only to descend onto some unsuspecting tree in a lovely warm room? Would an angel knock off another angel from the top of a tree - I think not? What if s/he has returned to Homeland unexpectedly? Or maybe s/he's still wrapped in bubble wrap, nestled in one of last year's little boxes, placed somewhere in a hidden corner of the dusty attic, which is forever dusty. Tomorrow the search begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-4003389864085927738?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/4003389864085927738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=4003389864085927738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/4003389864085927738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/4003389864085927738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/12/angel-is-missing.html' title='An Angel is Missing'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-4921211778000508851</id><published>2007-12-09T18:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-09T19:16:33.203Z</updated><title type='text'>I Must Go Down to the Sea Again</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I drove over to the coast. It was raining hard, continually and waterlogged main roads en route, touched by the tyres sent spray shooting upwards like roadside geysers.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the house on such a stormy afternoon allowed my mind to wander and contemplate the the anticipated beauty of my destination. The sea, on arrival was a grey turbulence, foaming and heaving, such relentless Neptunian recklessness right in front of me -- and so so very cold, deep, lonely and dark. Ice was forming in the falling rain and as I walked, the scarf was wrapped more tightly. I hadn't visited this special place since early autumn and in the space of three months everywhere looked so different, the leafless, blackened tree branches in the main street, bowing to those commanding winter-gods of air. In some lost little seaside town, illuminated shop windows were filled with the remains of the last seasons sales and newer advent merchandise, tinselled appropriately. In this place there's a sense of seasonal imminence spilling out out onto rainy pavements and into the closing soggy moments of the late afternoon air. The sky, just couldn't be painted today. Maybe I'll go down to the sea again soon, to the lonely sea and the sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-4921211778000508851?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/4921211778000508851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=4921211778000508851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/4921211778000508851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/4921211778000508851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-must-go-down-to-sea-again.html' title='I Must Go Down to the Sea Again'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-5561652153497712665</id><published>2007-12-07T21:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-07T21:28:33.633Z</updated><title type='text'>December Morning</title><content type='html'>This morning I watched the house sparrows and blue tits feeding in the front garden. I'm so focused on watching them. This is more like a meditation. I start thinking about how busy I've been and remind myself to savour more quiet moments like this over the coming weeks. The little tree has now shed all of its leaves and stands naked and strong against the ice-blue December sky. At this time of year I like to adorn its tiny branches with five filled bird feeders of various kinds. No sooner are they in place, those tiny hungry creatures, with wings moving like hummingbirds, cling to the timber- metal casings and busily peck away. Nut crumbs are widely scattered onto the soil below and the garden is filled with the song of twenty tiny birds. This is a very special December morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-5561652153497712665?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/5561652153497712665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=5561652153497712665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/5561652153497712665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/5561652153497712665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-morning.html' title='December Morning'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-3064631225222109734</id><published>2007-12-06T20:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-06T20:27:50.633Z</updated><title type='text'>"Pain" Kahil Gibran</title><content type='html'>And he said "Your pain is the breaking of the shell which encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain. And you could keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy. And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-3064631225222109734?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/3064631225222109734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=3064631225222109734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/3064631225222109734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/3064631225222109734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/12/pain-kahil-gibran.html' title='&quot;Pain&quot; Kahil Gibran'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-551925426302612921</id><published>2007-11-27T13:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-27T18:34:35.933Z</updated><title type='text'>Louis and Me - "We Two Kings"</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago I bought a lovely little crib with painted figures for Louis. It will be his first Christmas so it seemed a good idea at the time. When I got home and unwrapped it I noticed one of the figures was missing. I rang the shop to explain the situation. As it's coming up to Christmas time I thought I would explain the problem in song, so I said to the owner that I had been into the shop earlier and had purchased some goods but there was a problem with them, so I said, "I'm just going to sing a song to you which will give you a clue as to the problem. There was a big pause and the woman on the other end of the phone said "Oh, right" and then discretely whispered to someone else in the shop, (I heard it so it wasn't that discrete), something like "oh dear, its going to be one of those days, I can just tell". Anyway I proceeded to take in a deep breath before singing "We two kings of orient are, bearing gifts etc., etc. After this impromptu carol, I then asked her if she had any clues about the problem with the goods I'd bought earlier? At this point she laughed, with some relief and said, "oh, yes, I remember you buying the crib this morning". She was really apologetic and said I could return the crib and a full refund would be given, but added that unfortunately this was the last crib in stock, therefore it couldn't be replaced. I asked her if she had a spare king anywhere lying around but alas none were to be found, a store full of Christmas goods, but the place was completely "kingless"! A kind friend, with artistic talents is now making a new king for Louis' crib. Thank goodness, Louis and me will be able to sing the original carol for his first Christmas now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-551925426302612921?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/551925426302612921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=551925426302612921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/551925426302612921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/551925426302612921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/11/louis-and-me-and-story-of-we-two-kings.html' title='Louis and Me - &quot;We Two Kings&quot;'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-7471944497650148901</id><published>2007-11-27T13:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-27T13:45:14.346Z</updated><title type='text'>Journeys</title><content type='html'>It's cold and dark outside today as I leave the warmth of the house. At 7.15am, the blackened sky is changing as night ice melts into newly forming puddles on the road. Morning is always a favourite time as winter approaches. Even so I'm transported back to those magical mornings in Cyprus only a month ago. Arriving for meditation and prayers at 5 each morning, the 'connection' and watching the different sunrises of 6 new days and how can I forget breakfasting on pomegranites, split open and piled into baskets, fresh from the tree! I cross the road at the bridge and gaze at the river just below. An English morning sky is in indigo transition, then sliding to pastel blue and the glorious pink-yellow sun smiles through magenta clouds. Soon it will be light. The garden looks so different. Time for porridge!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-7471944497650148901?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/7471944497650148901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=7471944497650148901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/7471944497650148901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/7471944497650148901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/11/journeys.html' title='Journeys'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-561674299528278754</id><published>2007-11-21T23:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-21T23:45:44.475Z</updated><title type='text'>"Living and Being"</title><content type='html'>We all meet up together on wednesday evenings for this new course in spiritual awakening and development. This group is very special, so interested and naturally loving. There's 'big' work going on here. Our theme for this evening was "Expressing Ourselves in the World". We began with a discussion about Mercury and its function within the natal chart, following this up by exploring each of our Mercury 'placements' to gain more understanding of how this important  planet influences our style of communication and operates in our lives. The exercise was so revealing. Two of the group had watched the "Tuesdays With Morrie" video and were sharing how much they'd loved it. We did some follow up on the Cosmic Ordering exercise from the previous week with some very interesting feedback and positive results.&lt;br /&gt;This week is National Tree Week and The Tree Council is organising lots of "Tree" awareness events up and down the country. On my trip out with Louis this morning we walked through the woods for about 2 miles, well, he was in his pushchair observing and I was walking! The air was damp but I'd wrapped my scarf around him for extra insulation. He is so observant. He enjoys counting the trees and loves watching the leaves fall. On the way home we walked through an underpass. He just loves going through it. I stand at one end calling his name and he sits at the other end laughing when he hears the echo. The other day I was singing and dancing for him and he was really loving it. My only slight embarrasment was a passer by ( I hadn't really noticed due to being so absorbed in the moment), who walked past us smiling discretely, with her head bowed down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-561674299528278754?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/561674299528278754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=561674299528278754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/561674299528278754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/561674299528278754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/11/living-and-being.html' title='&quot;Living and Being&quot;'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-6656311441218430323</id><published>2007-11-20T16:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-25T23:46:35.973Z</updated><title type='text'>All the Leaves were Brown and The Sky was Grey</title><content type='html'>Managed to get back into the garden early this morning. I love the garden at this time of year, most of the perennials have died or are in the process of dying and the soil's darkening surface is almost covered in a chocolate coloured blanket of fallen, dead leaves. Over time their autumnal beauty will diminish as they begin to break down and their rotting away begins. Heraticlus said "Nature loves to hide", but She will continue with her work on them until the transformation process is complete and their gift of an abundance of nutrients is repaid to the earth. After a heavy rainfall during the night, the river was swollen and had risen considerably during the course of the day. Its energy seems to change so rapidly from a flat shining stillness into that liquid-grey gushing turbulence, like some sort of upside down rainy November sky. So here I stayed, working in this cold, damp and quiet space for three hours. By the time I'd finished, the hunger pangs had begun so a warm bowl of porridge, laced with some local honey and topped with chopped dried apricots went down a treat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-6656311441218430323?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/6656311441218430323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=6656311441218430323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/6656311441218430323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/6656311441218430323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/11/all-leaves-were-brown-and-sky-was-grey.html' title='All the Leaves were Brown and The Sky was Grey'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-9037199920462387421</id><published>2007-11-17T15:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-18T17:12:59.357Z</updated><title type='text'>Returning</title><content type='html'>We made a special visit today, to see someone in the family who is approaching the end of life. Even though this man is in good spirits and warmly welcomes us as we arrive, I notice how his very delicate situation brings up all the old "stuff" inside me, about losing someone close. I watch her hold her father's hand so gently and he strokes it, there's such tenderness and love in their presence with each other. And in my witnessing, all sorts of memories come flooding back, some so overwhelming that I mentally remind myself to pull myself together. I look away then gaze at the neatly cut squares of carrot cake in the open tin, as if to sweeten the painful memories of loss in my life. In this moment I'm returning, to learn once again about respecting and appreciating the beauty and majesty of this precious human life, meditating on the one thing that holds it all together, love.&lt;br /&gt;Love never dies. Isn't that a line from one of my favourite books, "Tuesdays with Morrie"? If ever there's a book to read about real love before we die, I think it must be that one. Alongside Shakespeare's Hamlet, I think there were some significant writings I was destined to read in this lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;After our visit we walk by the sea, a gentle stroll together on this bright and windy November day. We talk about endings in our own lives as children growing up, losing parents , then step-parents and how we managed to stay afloat in those great big seas of sadness so many moons ago. And then we smile and shiver in the afternoon late autumn breeze as we talk about candy floss, Punch and Judy and those long, eternal days of summer, playing for hours on this beach we are looking at right now in front of us. On the way back to the car we recall the "Lost Childrens" tent  from childhood days and share how glad we were, as children, never to have had to have been 'reclaimed' there, all those years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I count all my blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-9037199920462387421?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/9037199920462387421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=9037199920462387421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/9037199920462387421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/9037199920462387421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/11/returning.html' title='Returning'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-8197939722560141285</id><published>2007-11-16T16:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T17:29:53.808Z</updated><title type='text'>Angels and Wizards</title><content type='html'>Is it really friday already? I spent this afternoon at our youngest son's and partner's place on the other side of the town, putting in the first of the lavender plants in the herb garden. The sun was so strong and I pottered away, completely unaware of time, in the cold late autumn sunlight. Even though its late, I managed to plant tiny Iris, Crocus and huge daffodil bulbs. The soil had become compacted since late summer so it needed a little bit of work on it before setting the different bulbs. I was surprised to see the most beautiful display of pink and purple pelargoniums, held as a snapshot in the sunny afternoon air. We've had one or two early frosts of late but these little gems have escaped having flowers and leaves nipped to date.&lt;br /&gt;Where has the week gone I'm wondering? Yesterday and the day before I was with Louis from early morning till after dark. We had some fun during our two days together. He is growing so fast and seems to becoming so much more observant. He watches everything going on around him with interest. I'm becoming more adept at feeding time too, less food over Louis and me and more going directly into his mouth. He is enjoying the new finger puppet activity, featuring me singing "Five Currant Buns in the Baker's Shop". He's also starting to roll over onto his tummy more on the playmat, although he tends to find it a little frustrating after a while and asks for help to get sorted out. Yesterday I played my new Krishna Das CD for him which he really liked, those mantras are so calming and great chants to move to! He's a little angel!&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was a wonderful day too, meeting up with a great friend for a few hours. He went to have a new electric guitar altered he's just purchased. This friend is a wizard guitar player and has a singing voice to match. When he was discussing what needed doing with the man at the guitar workshop, I couldn't understand a word they were talking about!, another language altogether it seemed, it was a bit like being back at the centre in Cyprus a few weeks ago! All in all, it was a magical day, we had so much 'catching up' to do, as a lot has happened since we last met up. We found a quiet, warm coffee shop out of the wind and had time to put the world right as well as enjoying a good laugh together about our respective journeys through this amazing life we are living!&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my newsletter sorted &lt;a href="http://www.heartways.co.uk/"&gt;http://www.heartways.co.uk/&lt;/a&gt; It seems to have taken me some time to put it together as I've been really busy over the past few weeks. The thing is, its trying to remember the stuff that's been going on since the summer - that's such a long time away!&lt;br /&gt;An angel who lives nearby helped me with inserting the photos alongside the text, he is an absolute wizard with technology. We need wizards in our life. Angels are also great blessings too. In my experience, wizards and angels are all around us in life, just waiting to help out, whenever we wish to call on them. They always respond!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-8197939722560141285?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/8197939722560141285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=8197939722560141285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/8197939722560141285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/8197939722560141285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/11/angels-and-wizards.html' title='Angels and Wizards'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-5835390257698875088</id><published>2007-11-12T08:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-12T09:13:12.339Z</updated><title type='text'>Clearing the Way</title><content type='html'>My early morning journey took longer than anticipated as I followed a slow moving tractor along the long and winding road towards town. I thanked the Universe for the reminder to slow down and be mindful of patience during my day today. Slowing down gave an opportunity to really take in the beautiful early morning sights of a mid November morning. The air temperature had definitely dropped and the miles of hedgerows had been kissed by crystals of frost which sparkled as the yellow sun rose in a chamomile, ice blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;Arriving back home half an hour later I cleared the little patch of ground against the garden path wall. The last of the orange zinnias had been burnt by the morning frosts recently and looked a bit worse for wear. The purple sweet peas still remain, although most were transported to my workshop for saturday. I need my flowers when I'm teaching. They are a reminder to be grounded and that all learning comes from a remembrance of our Source. Rosemary was placed on each person's chair before the event began. We grow and we change and we flower.&lt;br /&gt;The bed was cleared and I removed some of the exisiting soil to other areas of the garden as a top cover around the perennials for this time of year. Some fresh compost was toppled into the exisiting bed for thw earthworms to work on and this will be left to settle for a couple of days. By that time the earth will be ready to receive the wallflower plants I've been looking after for the past week and a half at the back of the house. I trust that over the next few weeks, their roots will have time to establish themselves in the new beds and by spring the pathway to the house will be lined with a blaze of colour and heavenly sent scent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-5835390257698875088?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/5835390257698875088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=5835390257698875088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/5835390257698875088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/5835390257698875088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/11/clearing-way.html' title='Clearing the Way'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-2840296059067187865</id><published>2007-11-11T18:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-12T08:50:14.895Z</updated><title type='text'>"Being You, Being True"</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I spent the day with 25 special souls who came along to take part in a special workshop to learn more about the Truth of being. I felt blessed to be in the company of so many interested and sincere seekers of truth, learning so much from each of them during our day together. The team arrived early at our secret location to set up for the day ahead. It was a cold, bright morning following the New Moon in Scorpio and the remaining leaves of a fading autumn cascaded from the clouded skies, as we drove to the venue. In the main room, chairs were carefully arranged in a circle and blessed with incense and rosemary before participants arrived. The window table was filled with bowls of holy water containing tiny pressed autumn leaves and chinese lanterns from the gardens of a friend. This space would facilitate an opening sacred ceremony for the day as each participant created their unique individual connection with the four elements of fire, earth, air and water. Refreshments and food, which had been so lovingly prepared, offered and blessed were transferred from cars to the large kitchen. Tiny homemade sweets, dotted with pistchios and violets, then offered to Lakshmi were placed in the fridge until afternoon tea time. Our reception area by the entrance was transformed for the day - as rows of tea light candles and vases of Iris were placed on the mantelpiece of the huge cold stone fireplace and the table of stars. As guests began to arrive, they were greeted and given their symbols for the day and as they moved into the refeshments room, we began our prayers and meditations in the main hall. Curtains were closed and candles were lighted. As Sagittarius was rising, "Jupiter" was selected from Holst's Plants, as we opened the door and invited everyone to take their sacred place in this newly formed circle of light and truth. The journey to the Sun has begun, on a limitless course towards the universal season. Hari om and Godspeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-2840296059067187865?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/2840296059067187865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=2840296059067187865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/2840296059067187865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/2840296059067187865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/11/being-you-being-true.html' title='&quot;Being You, Being True&quot;'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-1262270655826271376</id><published>2007-11-05T21:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:58:40.002Z</updated><title type='text'>Friendship, "the fast root in my heart".</title><content type='html'>This should have been my second weekend in year two at the seminary. My thoughts were with my sisters and brothers there. I really missed them this weekend, with some sadness about my decision to leave. I recalled the friends I'd really connected with during my year on the programme, such beautiful, life affirming souls. I kept thinking of our funny lunchtime gatherings, sitting on the benches in the square, laughing, crying and sharing stories of this amazing journey through the beautiful Cosmos. But it was time to go, I know it was time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in darkness at our cottage in the Lakes on friday evening. Our friends, special friends for many moons, had arrived a couple of hours beforehand, in the daylight. We were warmly greeted by them from the hot tub in the garden! After a long drive it was wonderful to change, soak in the bubbles and spend some easy time 'catching up' on our lives.&lt;br /&gt;The next day the sun stayed with us in a clear blue sky, with only a slight breeze to shift those remaining copper coloured leaves from their branches - the whole place was a picture.&lt;br /&gt;Memories of the weekend - loving friends both near and far, the hot tub and the cool air, the beauty of the changing landscape, lots of fresh air, walks, cooking fresh food and tasting some lovely wines, coversations over coffee and rich, dark organic chocolate cake!, Grizedale Forest walks and Hawkeshead revisited. I love this little quote, taken from a book given to me by one of my friends at the weekend "Friendship is the fast root in my heart, it is like a white rose in the wilderness" (Peig Sayers)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-1262270655826271376?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/1262270655826271376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=1262270655826271376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/1262270655826271376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/1262270655826271376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/11/friendship-fast-root-in-my-heart.html' title='Friendship, &quot;the fast root in my heart&quot;.'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-5678040577191215147</id><published>2007-11-02T13:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:08:12.104Z</updated><title type='text'>Remembrance of Lefke</title><content type='html'>I've just returned from Lefke. What beauty I encountered there. A place of love. Meeting so many souls of pure devotion. Each morning at 4.00am I left my bed, showered, then set off on a short walk in the moonlight of a starry sky, a short way to the centre. Passing the gnarled olive trees and along that main street, jasmines, like tiny white stars tumbled over walls kissing the air with their unforgettable fragrance. Magenta bougainvillea, mimosa, orange and lemon trees lined the walkway to the heart place. We began our prayers at 5.00am and chanted till dawn, then shared split-jewelled pomegranites, hot sweet tea and stories.&lt;br /&gt;Later, into the garden I went to smell the secret rose, another doorway to the unseen, the invisible and divine Oneness, a tasting of the most sacred Sweetness and here I was, arriving, absorbed in the warmth and the majesty of beauty of it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-5678040577191215147?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/5678040577191215147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=5678040577191215147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/5678040577191215147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/5678040577191215147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/11/remembrance-of-lefke.html' title='Remembrance of Lefke'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-5142221391202905181</id><published>2007-10-22T22:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:19:35.362+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This I Have Now</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow my journey to Lefke begins&lt;br /&gt;Leaving a cooling orange England&lt;br /&gt;Bound for a summer garden am I&lt;br /&gt;Did I really say "Yes, I'm ready" all those months ago?&lt;br /&gt;This flying time I'm in&lt;br /&gt;The journey begins tomorrow, a real heart-to-heart&lt;br /&gt;And this I have now, is not imagination&lt;br /&gt;That will come and go&lt;br /&gt;In the now, this is the presence&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-5142221391202905181?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/5142221391202905181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=5142221391202905181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/5142221391202905181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/5142221391202905181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-i-have-now.html' title='This I Have Now'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-1863262495635736377</id><published>2007-10-21T19:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T20:10:58.929+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship Weekend</title><content type='html'>I spent some sacred time with two special friends over the past two days. She is just great company. We travelled by car to the Rumi event up North. It was so light and enjoyable, just what I needed after a hectic day. As with all of Rumi's messages, we heard what was needed to be heard just at the right time. Rumi only speaks to our hearts - he is the poet, mystic, teacher, healer -----and revered saint of the Sufi path.&lt;br /&gt;My other friend, he is great company too. He travelled over to here from the other side of the country so that we could spend some time together. We had so much catching up to do, not having seen each other since the end of year summer retreat. The river walk in the late afternoon autumn sunshine was wonderful. My friend is such a gentle man. In the evening I cooked us some eastern dishes and he asked if it was ok to say 'grace' before we began our meal. We talked and listened and tired each other out. We laughed about life, drank some beer, talked about the heart and shared our most memorable moments of the past year on the course. What a weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-1863262495635736377?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/1863262495635736377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=1863262495635736377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/1863262495635736377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/1863262495635736377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/10/friendship-weekend.html' title='Friendship Weekend'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-1172043326897175390</id><published>2007-10-19T15:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T19:46:21.829+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumi said "Say I Am You"</title><content type='html'>This day has been a relating day. We came together this morning to meditate and reflect on the big issue of life, that is, relationship. Our time together began with some moments of sacred silence in this growing circle of connection. Somehow a tiny pair of sycamore seeds, joined in an arc, like two little keys, found their way onto the floor of the healing room, at the start of our learning journey for the day. They were a timely reminder of the two keys to understanding life -- the relationship we have with our self and the relationship we have with others. Astrologically, we are now moving through the closing days of Libra. Libra is the second 'air' sign of the zodiac, associated with communications, as is each sign operating in the air trinity. Libra's planetary ruler is Venus, the guardian of balance and harmony in life and the overseer of all relating and relationships. Relationships in life are often our biggest spiritual testing ground. The best way to find out who we truly are is to be 'in relationship' with another. Life is full of relationships and living life to the full is all about relating. And just when we think we are beginning to understand who we truly are, along comes our next 'teacher in disguise' to remind us of the distance we still need to travel in becoming true to our self and accepting who we are. I'm reminded of the play Hamlet and Polonius' fatherly advice to his departing Laertes, .... "but this above all, to thine own self be true". But "being true" can be a challenging task for many of us. For some, being true is too high a price to pay. "Better to be safe than sorry" we say. In relationship, some prefer to forfeit their right to be true, being swayed by an 'other', rather than to be true to themselves. Life is full of spiritual teachers and guides in disguise, though we may not always be able to recognise them as such, especially in the subtle ways they tend to make their entrances into our lives. The most effective teachers can often trigger those deep, deep feelings that we don't wish to see in our self -- irritation, coldness, phoneyness, loudness, annoyance and lack of acceptance. In relationship, we allow others to become our mirror, so that we can learn more about our own truth. No one, with whom we are in any kind of relationship ever needs to do anything to change the way they are. There isn't anyone in our life who isn't supposed to be there. The only way to accept every part of who we are, is to accept every 'other' in our life, without conditions. And when this begins to happen, something quite indescribable and magical starts to unfold right there in front of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-1172043326897175390?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/1172043326897175390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=1172043326897175390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/1172043326897175390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/1172043326897175390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/10/rumi-said-say-i-am-you.html' title='Rumi said &quot;Say I Am You&quot;'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-2997734634716174072</id><published>2007-10-16T22:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:16:43.990+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Louis and Me (5)</title><content type='html'>Tempus fugit! Planting those wallflowers in the corner of the front garden will ensure a beautiful, scented display of reds and orange in the Spring rains. But back to here and now. Louis and I went for a late morning stroll under the sycamores this morning. He loves watching them shimmer and fall in the breeze. I notice a new species of humans on our walks, the  'people of the puschairs' - they're all over the place! I'm now getting into a good routine with him and taking a leaf out of his book i.e. each time I put him into his cot for a nap, I take one too. Doesn't a couch feel so comfortable when you're tired? I think he's beginning to get used to me. Lunch was a bit of a challenge today as each time I gave him a spoonful of food on his little spoon, he smiled very widely as it went in, so it was quite difficult trying to get the food to stay in his mouth. I'll need to have a rethink on this before lunchtime tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-2997734634716174072?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/2997734634716174072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=2997734634716174072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/2997734634716174072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/2997734634716174072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/10/louis-and-me-5.html' title='Louis and Me (5)'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-8333377904683607789</id><published>2007-10-11T19:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T23:25:50.599+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings  - Louis and Me (Part 4)</title><content type='html'>48 special hours have just flown past! Where is the time going these days? Yesterday I began my new part time 'job', looking after Louis. I really liked the way this new venture got off to a great start with a New Moon (in Libra) yesterday. A New Moon is considered to be an auspicious time for new beginnings -----and the sign of Libra is all to do with communication in relationship, so what a wonderful time to be starting to spend two precious days a week with my beautiful 5 month old grandson. Yesterday I managed the breakfast, bottles, lunch, nappies, songs and stories fairly smoothly. Louis is really patient and forgiving, especially at meal times, if I miss his mouth with his new solid foods. We also had a walk out, late morning to watch the autumn leaves fall. The only thing was, he went off to sleep in his puschair after passing under the first tree, a huge horse chestnut dropping its finger-like green and yellow leaves. Louis is so observant. We counted the fallen conkers together, as I picked them up and he giggled from his puschair. Today, it was time for his second round of vaccinations. Not an easy time for a baby. He really let out a scream when the nurses gave him the jabs, but he soon recovered, full of smiles and chuckles as we left the surgery in the October sunlight. It was such a mild day today. He always seems to love feeling the breeze on his face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-8333377904683607789?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/8333377904683607789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=8333377904683607789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/8333377904683607789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/8333377904683607789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-beginnings-louis-and-me-part-4.html' title='New Beginnings  - Louis and Me (Part 4)'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-6086617892707002003</id><published>2007-10-07T23:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:25:40.931+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire and Rain in The Season of Mellow Fruitfulness</title><content type='html'>A second amazing autumn weekend this year just came to a close. I'm blessed to have spent some sacred time in this big noisy city with its huge population, majestic buildings and so many trees. Blessed also for my reason for being here, that is, to be journeying with such a group of beautiful souls. The square I've been sitting in over lunchtimes during the past year, must be one of the noisiest squares on earth! - pigeons, orchestras &amp;amp; bands, sellers, fountains, buskers, dancers, traffic, colours, smells, flags in the wind, festivals, fire, water, protests and all these faces passing by - a carnival of celebration of a vibrant city life. Sitting on benches in the open air with kindred spirits - all that laughter, warm friendship, the sharing of philosophies and the challenging and acceptance of our ideas and questions, fresh air and food, coffee-to-go and miracles-to-come, the courage of being present, with ourselves and each other. Sometimes that search for a quiet space in the noisy, traffic filled places (we often find ourselves in), is a wonderful reminder that we still have a long way to travel before we find the kind of space we're looking for. A new journey begun many moons ago, to reach what I thought was my destination, (at that time), has been slowly transforming itself into the biggest and most beautiful stepping stone--------to somewhere much farther away than I had originally anticipated. I love long distance travelling, on both inner and outer journeys. These past few months I've been really listening carefully to the messages, coming to me in all sorts of ways as I journey onwards. I hear now. In daring myself to look, I now see everything I need to see, as here it is, right in front of me. The most sacred messages and signs have a lovely habit of arriving at just the right time in life don't you think? On saturday night I didn't sleep well, waking every few hours to the same song playing in my head, a song I've not heard for a long, long time. I wondered why? I promised myself that when I got back home, I'd listen to a recording of the song and use it for some inner work. It's called "Fire &amp;amp; Rain" by James Taylor, a very moving song, I think about loss. And having listened to it when I got home I remembered that its a song often played by a very special friend of mine, a friend I've not been in touch with for some time. Later in the day, when I contacted him, it was so wonderful to hear his voice again and as we talked, he laughed as I relayed my story of the song waking me up. When I rang him he was chopping wood for the fire! An abundance of signs and messages arrived so unexpectedly over the weekend, colouring and enriching the time and space of that special 48 hours. It's funny, I've been feeling these changes so much so recently on my journey----more so this weekend gone, than ever before. Autumn, the season of the Soul is here. And yesterday, for me, Her presence permeated the air. I wonder if others felt it too? Outside, those leaves falling in currents of sunny October air, ---------unstoppable they were, like tears that fell down faces over this special weekend. Leaves and tears just love to fall don't they? Special people. My fresh air walk and 'time out' time is spent in the middle of the city, around the corner from the hotel where we're working, sitting under shimmering, breeze filled trees of maple. Here I am, meditating on the scent of crushed leaves and the taste of certainty in the air. And what is happening, now, is how its meant to be. In this space, the little mists of the past few months rise. The veil has lifted and everything becomes so much clearer, so "full on" - yet so quiet and ever so light. A New Moon in Libra approaches this coming Thursday - a time for reflection and reorientation. Every thing in its own time. Autumn, like this silence today turns so very golden in the moment of being here now. More leaves are falling and the clock strikes, chiming the hour's end, as the cycle of the season turns and in time, completes itself so beautifully. A time of remembrance. Shadows and light. "To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose". On the surface of a red-golden-orange fallen leaf, a tiny seed of something settles onto the sacred earth. Into its presence, it will enter now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-6086617892707002003?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/6086617892707002003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=6086617892707002003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/6086617892707002003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/6086617892707002003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/10/season-of-mellow-fruitfulness.html' title='Fire and Rain in The Season of Mellow Fruitfulness'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-2592121347104372562</id><published>2007-10-05T18:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T19:11:19.427+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavenly Scent</title><content type='html'>I didn't manage to sow and grow any of my favourite seeds/ plants this year, so I was really pleased to stumble across trayfuls of bundles of them sitting in the sunshine of a glorious autumn afternoon, in one of my favourite local garden centres.&lt;br /&gt;When choosing Wallflower seeds I usually go for 'Blood Red', which on a cold misty Spring morning can really set empty flower beds alight! There are so many varieties now to choose from. Within the next couple of weeks I'll plant this afternoon's acquisitions in front of the house which, along with the bulbs going in now, will provide a heavenly scent and colourful display in the borders for March and April next year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-2592121347104372562?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/2592121347104372562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=2592121347104372562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/2592121347104372562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/2592121347104372562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/10/heavenly-scent.html' title='Heavenly Scent'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-9031722239196854921</id><published>2007-10-03T22:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T22:27:55.831+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Louis and Me (3)</title><content type='html'>What I really love every once in a while is being really present. Being really present is something very special that happens when you are completely absorbed in the moment, without any distractions. When you're really present, the moment and what is happening in that moment is completely real and sacred.&lt;br /&gt;Late this afternoon I was with Louis. He is almost 5 months old now. I notice how observant he is and also I'm learning more and more about his responses --- to the voices and gestures of the people around him. He is really enjoying life and launching in to every experience! I think he's also cultivating discernment.&lt;br /&gt;Today I was holding him on my knee and we were looking at one of his pop up books. He is so lively as we move through the pages together and as the next part of the Dinosaur story unfolds. I'm thinking "Is he really interested in the life of the Diplodocus or Tricerotops"?&lt;br /&gt;Judging by his animated reactions and responses I'd say "yes"! He moves towards each page, head first, then hands, ready to eat as his little mouth opens to try a bite of the story.&lt;br /&gt;Louis is always much more in 'the present' than I am.&lt;br /&gt;This intention to 'be present' escapes me for the moment as I think back to the precious moments spent with Louis' Dad many moons ago, when I was in my early twenties, like the summer saturday we spent at the Dinosaur exhibition in York, I think when he was about five years old? And I can see him now, in his little red dinosaur t-shirt, putting his head through the narrow garden-park railings and laughing so loudly at my worried expression. Spending times like that with him was so precious. I wonder if he remembers any of those moments?&lt;br /&gt;Twenty odd years on, I can't describe how it feels to be spending this time with Louis.&lt;br /&gt;Just for today I count all my blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-9031722239196854921?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/9031722239196854921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=9031722239196854921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/9031722239196854921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/9031722239196854921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/10/louis-and-me-3.html' title='Louis and Me (3)'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-3735348189417543816</id><published>2007-10-02T23:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T18:55:14.339+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation for the Moment</title><content type='html'>"The character of a church, a business or a government can be seen in its attitude towards its detractors"&lt;br /&gt;Notes on Love and Courage  Hugh Prather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-3735348189417543816?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/3735348189417543816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=3735348189417543816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/3735348189417543816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/3735348189417543816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/10/meditation-for-moment.html' title='Meditation for the Moment'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-7141560434600120190</id><published>2007-10-01T19:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T21:46:43.391+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuns and Monks in Burma</title><content type='html'>Let's be mindful of the difficulties at the present time. Buddha said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"However many holy words you read, however many you speak&lt;br /&gt;What good will they do if you do not act upon them?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-7141560434600120190?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/7141560434600120190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=7141560434600120190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/7141560434600120190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/7141560434600120190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/10/nuns-and-monks-in-burma.html' title='Nuns and Monks in Burma'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-8473736574985485246</id><published>2007-09-28T15:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T15:56:40.111+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Resting Time Approaches</title><content type='html'>The back of our home faces a copse and fields not far from the river. This is one of the most beautiful times of the year. Autumn is boldly colouring its way in, reminding me once again, of the beauty in endings. Over the next few weeks the landscape will transform itself into a blaze of fiery oranges and reds, as leaves fade and fall and tiny berries begin to light up branches in the dimming light of day. Already, each morning, I'm sweeping up the fallen leaves in the back yard and checking that the pond doesn't become covered. I sense the early morning frosts are on their way, but am still tending to our lovely hanging basket of deep purple petunias and the cascading velvety burgundy pelargoniums at the front of the house - and also picking the last of the outdooor tomatoes from the plants which have been growing on the steps over the summer.&lt;br /&gt;I spent the morning cooking three simple and delicious Indian vegetarian dishes for tonight's meal, for someone special who's coming to stay and then flying off to warmer climes early in the morning. A chunky red chilli taken from the very healthy pepper plants grown this year on a south facing sunny windowsill added some heat to one of the dishes. I'm looking at them now and realising that autumn will be on the dining table too tonight, as we feast on these delicious red, orange, golden flavours and colours . Its a while since we all sat round the table and shared some wholesome 'love' food together. And time now for a late afternoon nap - just bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-8473736574985485246?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/8473736574985485246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=8473736574985485246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/8473736574985485246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/8473736574985485246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/09/resting-time-approaches.html' title='Resting Time Approaches'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-8658027749568205422</id><published>2007-09-27T19:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T20:08:40.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea of Celebration</title><content type='html'>Eating strawberries and drinking champagne at this time of year is quite an unusual occurence. (Well for me it is!). But today was different. I do love days that are different! This was a surprise birthday celebration for a friend. A few weeks ago, another friend and I began organising this small get together, which finally took place this afternoon, at the end of the pier, above the wildest North Sea I've ever seen at this time of year. In what seemed like gale force winds, we wholeheartedly enjoyed this great occasion with a little 'letting go' ritual, the reading of a poem on the theme of friendship, followed by a photo shoot, plenty of hugs, laughter, strawberries and champagne. I'm reminded of a favourite piece by Emily Dickinson which goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nature assigns the Sun&lt;br /&gt;That is Astronomy&lt;br /&gt;Nature cannot enact a Friend&lt;br /&gt;That - is Astrology"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-8658027749568205422?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/8658027749568205422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=8658027749568205422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/8658027749568205422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/8658027749568205422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/09/sea-of-celebration.html' title='Sea of Celebration'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-1586023780965139325</id><published>2007-09-26T17:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T22:57:15.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumnal Equinox</title><content type='html'>The air temperature had definitely dropped today. The autumn equinox period is the&lt;br /&gt;moment in time when the ecliptic (the sun's orbit around the earth) cuts the celestial equator. Astrologically, we move out of the mutable earth energy of the sign of Virgo into the communicative air sign of balance, Libra. There is also Full Moon today. The 'astrological' energy for the coming weeks is all about relationship - as Libra,(ruled by Venus) is concerned with balance, beauty and harmony in life. The Libran soul lesson is relationship.&lt;br /&gt;My early morning walk before breakfast, led me to the crossing point of the river, which runs around the village where I live, just past the farm. The weeping willows shook in the breeze and the fast flowing water sparkled reflecting the late morning sun. The riverbanks are crowded with Impatiens but soon the morning frosts will alter this increasingly fragile but beautiful scenery. This place is a very different space in the different seasons.&lt;br /&gt;The coldness of the morning ushered me back home for a morning of cooking.&lt;br /&gt;On the menu was a simple vegetable soup from the freshest of ingredients including some of the leeks from the allotment and plenty of carrots, parsnips, red pepper, french beans and celery.&lt;br /&gt;Some herbs from our sunny front garden were added - bay, sage, rosemary and some of the greenest parsley I've ever grown. With some home made wholemeal bread this will make a really warming and welcoming lunch for a friend who's visiting today. We haven't seen each other since early summer so it'll be a great occasion. We will slow down, share our news, reflect upon our 'journeys', enjoy some precious time together - and time permitting, some astrology. Shine on Harvest Moon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-1586023780965139325?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/1586023780965139325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=1586023780965139325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/1586023780965139325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/1586023780965139325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/09/autumnal-equinox.html' title='Autumnal Equinox'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-1079760347174291208</id><published>2007-09-25T21:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T21:41:03.127+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Louis and Me</title><content type='html'>I spent the day with Louis ( pronounced "Louie"), today and his Mum. Louis arrived on June 1st this year. He is the first beautiful son of my eldest (beautiful) son (who'll celebrate his 27th bithday on Christmas eve this year) and his equally beautiful partner. I'm very excited at this time as soon we will be spending two days a week together, once his Mum returns to work in a couple of weeks. I've not looked after such a young baby for a long, long time. My world is about to change and big responsiblities are heading this way - bottles, nappies, baby foods, lullabies, nursery rhymes, songs, feeding and nap times, dancing and endless cuddles and conversations are all on the horizon. I'm a lucky man.&lt;br /&gt;And today, in these early days of my "apprenticeship" with him, the glorious sunshine beckoned us to the beach. Beaches are always magnetic places at this time of year. Clouds filled the sky when we arrived and the sea, a canvas of dramatic grey. The strong winds transformed the flapping shop signs into a seaside orchestra. In his pushchair and wrapped in a soft teddy blanket, Louis accompanied me to the beach. We stopped at the seafront and felt the cold air on our faces. I was sharing some thoughts with him, that sometimes there are things in life which are so much greater and more powerful than ourselves, like the vast ocean in front of us and the unending sky above. I was looking at him and trying to understand that almost 27 years ago I became a father. And here in front of me was my son's son. Has it registered that I'm now a Granddad? Where did the last 27 years go? When our eyes met, he just kept smiling and laughing ---- reminding me not to miss the specialness of the moment of this being together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-1079760347174291208?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/1079760347174291208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=1079760347174291208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/1079760347174291208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/1079760347174291208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/09/louis-and-me.html' title='Louis and Me'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-1870635180715226015</id><published>2007-09-24T21:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T22:24:20.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>This morning I travelled south a few miles to be with a friend. Leaving the house in the pouring rain I noticed how quickly parts of the road in the village become flooded.  By the time I arrive at my friend's house, the rain has stopped and, as always, I'm warmly welcomed. Three years ago I began visiting him. He is a great soul. During the visit, he enthusiastically shares the detail of his long and interesting life, a life that was interrupted a few years ago when he was diagnosed with a disease which plays complete havoc with his short term memory. Over a coffee he recalls his childhood days during the war with such extraordinary detail and I listen, trying to imagine growing up in England during the war. I'm touched by this open sharing of so many memories. When its time to leave, we arrange another visit in two weeks time then shake hands and he thanks me "for listening". To listen to a friend is a great way start another beautiful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-1870635180715226015?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/1870635180715226015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=1870635180715226015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/1870635180715226015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/1870635180715226015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/09/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-8123924465148994226</id><published>2007-09-23T23:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T23:52:57.528+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridge of Sighs</title><content type='html'>This late September weekend has been so special, this journey - yesterday and today,  working, playing, laughing, eating, relaxing, serving, crying and healing together. Times of remembrance, our true natures. So much respect and love for our selves and each other. Stories were shared and the listening was holy. All the beauty of each of those sacred moments spent together. This sunny morning, as we closed eyes and held each other on the bridge, tears fell under willows, sighs and weeping into the warm autumnal morning breeze. Stones in the flowing water and sticks of chosen colour as we decided in that single moment. And so safely we stood in our own truth, ready to let go of what needed to be released, serenely, a little less holding on, more an opening of hearts. Mists cleared, new paths ahead, lighter steps as goodbyes were said and 6 bridges were crossed. The sky smiled and joy and laughter guided us on our way home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-8123924465148994226?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/8123924465148994226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=8123924465148994226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/8123924465148994226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/8123924465148994226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/09/bridge-of-sighs.html' title='Bridge of Sighs'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-410087532413632562</id><published>2007-09-18T23:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:54:57.215+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn Beach Walk</title><content type='html'>Today was a most beautiful early autumn day. As I looked to the sky I thought "I must go down to the sea again". The sea calls me on days like these. All I need is an autumn sun in an ice blue sky, miles of deserted beaches and to walk the lines created where the sacred earth meets the sea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-410087532413632562?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/410087532413632562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=410087532413632562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/410087532413632562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/410087532413632562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/09/autumn-beach-walk.html' title='Autumn Beach Walk'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471673929951208118.post-5609525798319175725</id><published>2007-09-17T21:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T22:31:42.025+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Going into the Garden</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the first post on the Heartways' blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not visit our website at &lt;a href="http://www.heartways.co.uk/"&gt;http://www.heartways.co.uk/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7471673929951208118-5609525798319175725?l=heartways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/feeds/5609525798319175725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7471673929951208118&amp;postID=5609525798319175725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/5609525798319175725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7471673929951208118/posts/default/5609525798319175725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartways.blogspot.com/2007/09/going-into-garden.html' title='Going into the Garden'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10452307800133657866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
