<?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-1731121943246849237</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:07:28.508-08:00</updated><category term='LOVE'/><category term='Peace'/><category term='Change'/><category term='Hope'/><category term='Life Focus'/><title type='text'>Real Thoughts From a Real Woman</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>S. L.  Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11487902111347144786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/SqhyVrmVb5I/AAAAAAAAABk/JgRqdW1a1qw/S220/wells-04.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731121943246849237.post-4661456316898902991</id><published>2010-02-25T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T00:24:00.488-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope'/><title type='text'>Broken But Still There</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sw1OH0pC0SI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1NYXzvLLroI/s1600/IMAGE_189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408064623838679330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sw1OH0pC0SI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1NYXzvLLroI/s200/IMAGE_189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Broken but still there&lt;br /&gt;Financial ruin was put in my weather forecast&lt;br /&gt;Eviction is baking in the oven&lt;br /&gt;Friends are now few &amp;amp; far in between&lt;br /&gt;Criticism is plenteous&lt;br /&gt;Welfare is a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;An interview is a distant lover&lt;br /&gt;Life appears broken but hope is still there&lt;br /&gt;Lovers are shrewd&lt;br /&gt;The only assistance they’re offering is in exchange for getting screwed&lt;br /&gt;The unemployment process is cruel&lt;br /&gt;Child support officials give you the blues&lt;br /&gt;Family in a duel&lt;br /&gt;Church folk rude&lt;br /&gt;Broken but still hoping&lt;br /&gt;Fire still in the bones&lt;br /&gt;Still after the “Jefferson’s “theme song&lt;br /&gt;Refuse to move to the rhythm in a thong&lt;br /&gt;The determination is long&lt;br /&gt;With the strength of King Kong&lt;br /&gt;Faith second to none&lt;br /&gt;Opportunities continue to run&lt;br /&gt;Broken but my hope ain’t done&lt;br /&gt;Many stare&lt;br /&gt;Most don’t care&lt;br /&gt;Some wear sack cloth &amp;amp; shave their hair&lt;br /&gt;Only want to smell passion in the air&lt;br /&gt;Broken but FAITH, HOPE &amp;amp; LOVE still there…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731121943246849237-4661456316898902991?l=realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4661456316898902991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731121943246849237&amp;postID=4661456316898902991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default/4661456316898902991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default/4661456316898902991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/2010/02/broken-but-still-there.html' title='Broken But Still There'/><author><name>S. L.  Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11487902111347144786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/SqhyVrmVb5I/AAAAAAAAABk/JgRqdW1a1qw/S220/wells-04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sw1OH0pC0SI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1NYXzvLLroI/s72-c/IMAGE_189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731121943246849237.post-9162360601751967806</id><published>2010-02-13T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T04:16:00.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexcapade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sw1LQSzQJ_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/z6RBIslTv6Y/s1600/IMAGE_146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408061470838630386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sw1LQSzQJ_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/z6RBIslTv6Y/s200/IMAGE_146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lick me with your intellect&lt;br /&gt;Fondle me with your core&lt;br /&gt;Make me weak in the knees with your consistency&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me with generosity&lt;br /&gt;Caress me wit understanding&lt;br /&gt;Penetrate me with faithfulness&lt;br /&gt;Pound me with adventure&lt;br /&gt;Climax me with devotion&lt;br /&gt;Make my body shiver through discovery&lt;br /&gt;Spank me with intrigue&lt;br /&gt;Nibble me with thoughtfulness&lt;br /&gt;Quiver my soul with your adoration&lt;br /&gt;Stimulate my secret place with your integrity&lt;br /&gt;Show me your peace&lt;br /&gt;Passion moves me&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual connectedness is what keeps me&lt;br /&gt;Mental captivation is what I need&lt;br /&gt;Slow grind me with kindness&lt;br /&gt;Give me multiple orgasms with your courage&lt;br /&gt;Cover me with your heart&lt;br /&gt;Impregnate me with your essence&lt;br /&gt;Toss my salad with authenticity&lt;br /&gt;Make me contract with your sincerity&lt;br /&gt;Make me squirt a river from your love…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731121943246849237-9162360601751967806?l=realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/9162360601751967806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731121943246849237&amp;postID=9162360601751967806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default/9162360601751967806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default/9162360601751967806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/2010/02/sexcapade.html' title='Sexcapade'/><author><name>S. L.  Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11487902111347144786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/SqhyVrmVb5I/AAAAAAAAABk/JgRqdW1a1qw/S220/wells-04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sw1LQSzQJ_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/z6RBIslTv6Y/s72-c/IMAGE_146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731121943246849237.post-346767884720935673</id><published>2010-01-25T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:13:00.366-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><title type='text'>True Change happens within, not without</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sw1KGtfZ9UI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LaUsRf-4mMA/s1600/IMAGE_083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408060206692824386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sw1KGtfZ9UI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LaUsRf-4mMA/s200/IMAGE_083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If one thing is certain in life, it is change&lt;br /&gt;Change can happen to you or in you&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless change is sure to come&lt;br /&gt;Why spend your precious commodity of time&lt;br /&gt;Fighting the inevitable, change&lt;br /&gt;Seasons can’t stay the same&lt;br /&gt;Physical change is essential to the human life span&lt;br /&gt;True change comes from the core&lt;br /&gt;Internal change is not a chore&lt;br /&gt;It brings about peace all the more&lt;br /&gt;Critical life issues, evils &amp;amp; circumstance&lt;br /&gt;Can only be eradicated by true change&lt;br /&gt;All other efforts are egotistical bandaids&lt;br /&gt;Does the real inner work make us afraid&lt;br /&gt;Could that be why we hate change&lt;br /&gt;And cause soo many difficult human exchanges&lt;br /&gt;If one thing is certain in life, it is change&lt;br /&gt;Good or bad, active or passive, peaceful or not&lt;br /&gt;Change is sure to come&lt;br /&gt;You have the power&lt;br /&gt;Yes you are the one&lt;br /&gt;That determines if it happens to you or in you&lt;br /&gt;Know where your power comes from&lt;br /&gt;So put down your loaded word gun&lt;br /&gt;Take not of the sun&lt;br /&gt;Relax and have your type of fun&lt;br /&gt;Don’t forget life was meant to be abundant… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731121943246849237-346767884720935673?l=realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/346767884720935673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731121943246849237&amp;postID=346767884720935673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default/346767884720935673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default/346767884720935673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/2010/01/true-change-happens-within-not-without.html' title='True Change happens within, not without'/><author><name>S. L.  Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11487902111347144786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/SqhyVrmVb5I/AAAAAAAAABk/JgRqdW1a1qw/S220/wells-04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sw1KGtfZ9UI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LaUsRf-4mMA/s72-c/IMAGE_083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731121943246849237.post-425724180264512470</id><published>2010-01-15T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T04:00:09.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO ICONS, LETS MOBILIZE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sw1JBID9b5I/AAAAAAAAADw/mA9NZ5n9t_4/s1600/water+pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408059011234623378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sw1JBID9b5I/AAAAAAAAADw/mA9NZ5n9t_4/s200/water+pic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON’T NEED ANOTHER DAMN ICON&lt;br /&gt;SHOW ME A NEGRO THAT’S MOTIVATED&lt;br /&gt;I’M TIRED OF FOREPLAY WITH NO CLIMAX&lt;br /&gt;I’M TIRED OF POLITICIANS &amp;amp; CELEBRITIES&lt;br /&gt;STIMULATING MY COMMUNITY&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOT IMPREGNATING IT&lt;br /&gt;WITH HOPE, CHANGE, EQUAL ACCESS&lt;br /&gt;BUSINESS CAPITAL, ECONOMIC DEVELOPMENT&lt;br /&gt;TANGIBLE &amp;amp; ADEQUATE EDUCATIONAL RESOURCES&lt;br /&gt;FOR OUR STUDENTS &amp;amp; TEACHERS&lt;br /&gt;I’M TIRED OF THESE LOCAL RADIO STATIONS&lt;br /&gt;SHOVING ICONS &amp;amp; CELEBRITIES&lt;br /&gt;DOWN MY THROAT TO APPEASE ME&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHEN I LOOK AT THE GENTRIFICATION&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; DESOLATION OF MY COMMUNITY&lt;br /&gt;I REALIZE YOU PUT TOGETHER SOME OF THESE&lt;br /&gt;COMMUNITY FORUMS JUST TO DECEIVE ME&lt;br /&gt;WE DON’T NEED ICONIC BAND AIDS&lt;br /&gt;To repair these broken bones, growth &amp;amp; development challenges in our community&lt;br /&gt;We need the re-constructive surgery of mobilization NOW!&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need another DAMN ICON&lt;br /&gt;What I need is mobilization&lt;br /&gt;Stop tantalizing, stimulating &amp;amp; tranquilizing me with the flash&lt;br /&gt;Help me be the change that I need&lt;br /&gt;Can we start with a little cash?&lt;br /&gt;In inner city schools, cash to clean our streets, cash to build &amp;amp; re-develop real affordable housing, cash in community&lt;br /&gt;Can we start with a little cash?&lt;br /&gt;In inner city schools, cash to clean our streets, cash to build &amp;amp; re-develop real affordable housing, cash in community centers, cash in our small businesses&lt;br /&gt;Cash to build our financial IQ, cash to educate me about my ancient African ancestry&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give me another ICON&lt;br /&gt;Let’s mobilize our community… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731121943246849237-425724180264512470?l=realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/425724180264512470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731121943246849237&amp;postID=425724180264512470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default/425724180264512470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default/425724180264512470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-icons-lets-mobilize.html' title='NO ICONS, LETS MOBILIZE'/><author><name>S. L.  Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11487902111347144786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/SqhyVrmVb5I/AAAAAAAAABk/JgRqdW1a1qw/S220/wells-04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sw1JBID9b5I/AAAAAAAAADw/mA9NZ5n9t_4/s72-c/water+pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731121943246849237.post-3748542526767073566</id><published>2010-01-05T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T00:05:00.248-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peace'/><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sw1IcuIli6I/AAAAAAAAADo/hb7dBkux2SI/s1600/MORNING+CALM2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408058385799416738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sw1IcuIli6I/AAAAAAAAADo/hb7dBkux2SI/s200/MORNING+CALM2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is nothing like it and few words to describe it. I feel peace when I play tickle bunnies with my daughters. In the US we believe every man has a right to pursue happiness, but often we overlook the peace in the pursuit. Happiness isn’t a destination it’s a journey. Peace is a verb, a state of being. The human mind can’t fully comprehend it. Peace can be experienced with simple acts such as baking cookies, having a glass of wine in solitude or laughing with a friend. Peace is everywhere. It is accessible, ready and available to all who desire it. Peace can be with anyone no matter your ethnicity, sex, age, culture or class. Peace is greater than pleasure. It is not tied to a certain action, person, place or thing. I witness peace when my eyes lay hold of the sunrise. I hear peace when I hear birds chirping early in the morning. I feel it when I jump waves in the ocean, or when I smile at someone. I experience peace when I share my time, money, talent &amp;amp; joy. I see potential peace in every moment. There’s peace in reflecting, peace in love, peace in breathing, peace in thinking and peace in accepting. Peace is so rewarding. It’s filling and lovely. It deserves to be held. Peace. There is nothing like it and few words to describe it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731121943246849237-3748542526767073566?l=realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3748542526767073566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731121943246849237&amp;postID=3748542526767073566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default/3748542526767073566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default/3748542526767073566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/2010/01/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>S. L.  Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11487902111347144786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/SqhyVrmVb5I/AAAAAAAAABk/JgRqdW1a1qw/S220/wells-04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sw1IcuIli6I/AAAAAAAAADo/hb7dBkux2SI/s72-c/MORNING+CALM2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731121943246849237.post-6047840811447515345</id><published>2009-12-30T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T06:00:07.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AND IT CAME TO PASS…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sw1GZSl6zXI/AAAAAAAAADY/v_c3dkMmWqY/s1600/BREATHTAKING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408056127843388786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sw1GZSl6zXI/AAAAAAAAADY/v_c3dkMmWqY/s200/BREATHTAKING.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THESE FIVE WORDS ARE REPEATED OVER &amp;amp; OVER THROUGH OUT MY FAVORITE BOOK “THE BIBLE”. I NEVER UNDERSTAND THEM UNTIL THIS VERY MOMENT 4/25/09 AT 8:47 AM SITTING UNDER AN OCEANSIDE TIKI HUT ON SUNNY ISLES BEACH, READING A PASSAGE FROM ECKHART TOLLE’S BOOK “THE POWER OF NOW”. THE FOLLOWING STATEMENT TOOK MY BREATH AWAY, STOPPED ME IN MY TRACKS &amp;amp; BROUGHT THOSE FIVE WORDS ARE MORE THAN A STATEMENT. THEY ARE A LENS THROUGH WHICH LIFE IS TO BE VIEWED ALWAYS. THIS IS THE STATE OF BEING GOD WANTS US TO ALWAYS BE, PEACE. IT ALL COMES TO PASS! IT HAS TO BE HEART KNOWLEDGE, NOT HEAD/MIND KNOWLEDGE TO LAST &amp;amp; STAY IN US. FOLLOWERS OF MY FAVORITE BOOK KNOW THAT OUT OF THE ABUNDANCE OF THE HEART DOES THE MOUTH SPEAK. LET THIS SINK IN YOUR HEART &amp;amp; STAY ON YOUR LIPS, CONCERNING ALL THINGS. LOVE RELATIONSHIPS AS AWESOME &amp;amp; GREAT AS THEY ARE BE IT FRIENDLY, FAMILIAR OR ROMANTIC THEY COME TO PASS &amp;amp; WILL NOT ALWAYS PHYSICALLY BE. CAREERS, POSITIONS, JOBS, BUSINESSES AS LUCRATIVE, FULFILLING OR STABE AS THEY MAY SEEM ARE IMPERMANENT &amp;amp; WILL COME TO PASS. HOUSES, AUTOMOBILES, ELECTRONICS, GADGETS, VACATION SPOTS, CLOTHES, PURSES, SHOES, JEWELRY &amp;amp; THE LIKE NO MATTER HOW PLEASANT, LUXURIOUS OR PLENTIOUS THEY MAY BE, IT DEFINITELY COMES TO PASS. APPRECIATE &amp;amp; FEEL THE JOY OF WHAT YOU TEMPORARILY HAVE &amp;amp; WHERE YOU TEMPORARILY ARE &amp;amp; THE MOMENTARY LOVE YOU SHARE WITH THOSE WHO ARE IN YOUR LIFE FOR THIS SEASON. DON’T BE DEPRESSED, ANGRY OR SAD. LET THIS HEART KNOWLEDGE &amp;amp; LIFE LENSE, SET YOU FREE FROM A LIFE OF UNHEALTHY ATTACHMENTS YOU’VE BEEN SOLD SINCE CHILDHOOD, THAT KEEP US ON OVERLY EMOTIONAL ROLLER COASTERS WHEN THE INEVITABLE FACTOR CALLED CHANGE OCCURS. LET IT GIVE YOU THE PEACE THAT GOD DESIRES YOU TO HAVE. PEACE THAT SURPASSES ALL HUMAN UNDERSTANDING. PAIN, SUFFERING, LOSS, CHALLENGES, WAR, BANKRUPTCY, DECEIT, LIES, CAPTIVITY, STRUGGLE, POVERTY, SHAME, GUILT, DENIAL, DISAPPOINTMENTS &amp;amp; BETRAYAL ALL COMES TO PASS. NONE OF IT IS HERE TO STAY, SO LIVE LIFE WITH A LITTLE MORE EASE &amp;amp; KNOW IN YOUR HEART NO MATTER HOW GOOD OR BAD “AND IT ALL COME TO PASS…”!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731121943246849237-6047840811447515345?l=realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6047840811447515345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731121943246849237&amp;postID=6047840811447515345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default/6047840811447515345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default/6047840811447515345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-it-came-to-pass.html' title='AND IT CAME TO PASS…'/><author><name>S. L.  Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11487902111347144786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/SqhyVrmVb5I/AAAAAAAAABk/JgRqdW1a1qw/S220/wells-04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sw1GZSl6zXI/AAAAAAAAADY/v_c3dkMmWqY/s72-c/BREATHTAKING.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731121943246849237.post-8705483710068545659</id><published>2009-12-10T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:00:02.350-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><title type='text'>Ready to love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sw1HcxJUQNI/AAAAAAAAADg/Miqp6Gt3AC4/s1600/IMAGE_043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408057287096156370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sw1HcxJUQNI/AAAAAAAAADg/Miqp6Gt3AC4/s200/IMAGE_043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ready to share the love sweltering beneath&lt;br /&gt;It steams my soul like August summer heat&lt;br /&gt;Ready to experience a simple embrace&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting the joy of seeing a smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;Now I know how to stay&lt;br /&gt;I’m ready to slice the cake&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what it takes&lt;br /&gt;I de-cluttered my pulmonary space&lt;br /&gt;Eagerly anticipating my rightful place&lt;br /&gt;Ready to love&lt;br /&gt;I recognize you’re a gift from above&lt;br /&gt;Longing for the chance to accept you as you are&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you are I’ll help you shine your inner star&lt;br /&gt;Bright as the full moon lights&lt;br /&gt;The dark blue sky&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give you real pie that’s not in flight&lt;br /&gt;Ready to show strength in your weak moments&lt;br /&gt;Ready to scratch the itch you can’t find&lt;br /&gt;Ready to bring ease to your mind&lt;br /&gt;Ready to stay whether we like George &amp;amp; Wisey&lt;br /&gt;Or James &amp;amp;Florida Evans&lt;br /&gt;God is truly my witness&lt;br /&gt;That I’m ready to love&lt;br /&gt;And accept you as my gift from above…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731121943246849237-8705483710068545659?l=realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8705483710068545659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731121943246849237&amp;postID=8705483710068545659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default/8705483710068545659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default/8705483710068545659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/2009/12/ready-to-love.html' title='Ready to love'/><author><name>S. L.  Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11487902111347144786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/SqhyVrmVb5I/AAAAAAAAABk/JgRqdW1a1qw/S220/wells-04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sw1HcxJUQNI/AAAAAAAAADg/Miqp6Gt3AC4/s72-c/IMAGE_043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731121943246849237.post-909465941483494919</id><published>2009-11-20T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T05:00:08.092-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Focus'/><title type='text'>Unfinished Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wow! What a thought to ponder “Unfinished Business”. Really sit and think about what is unfinished in your life. When I speak about life I’m speaking to the nine areas of your life, spiritual, family, health, education, personal, financial, recreational, business &amp;amp; civic. So when you think of your life in a complete manner as this, it can help you see one, how much opportunity you have left, your unfinished business is simply opportunities to live, to see how much you truly have left to live for. These opportunities are laid out by you and sometimes divinely for you. So you see you do have a voice, you do have a ‘say’ for the most part in your own life. Looking at all your unfinished business daily has a peculiar way of focusing your life. Having life focus will give you the synergy you need to gain momentum &amp;amp; help you de-clutter your life of insignificant activities and dead weight people. Momentum will allow you to enjoy the journey towards completion. It starts with one step, one thought, and one decision that you can start TODAY! Create a chart or take a sheet of paper for each area and list all your unfinished business in each, then choose at least one item from each area if possible that you can start today. Build your calendar around this list. Additionally let this list guide your relationship choices. Look at your list daily to keep your focus and momentum. Check off the items as you complete them, that experience alone is exhilarating. Maintain your lists as a part of your history, to remind you as you grow how much you have done as you continue to look forward to your opportunity, vision and momentum that resides in you! Embrace your unfinished business!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sqh_rfmi-GI/AAAAAAAAADI/GnE24m-sz3k/s1600-h/beachinnocence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379690140088334434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sqh_rfmi-GI/AAAAAAAAADI/GnE24m-sz3k/s200/beachinnocence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731121943246849237-909465941483494919?l=realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/909465941483494919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731121943246849237&amp;postID=909465941483494919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default/909465941483494919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default/909465941483494919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/unfinished-business.html' title='Unfinished Business'/><author><name>S. L.  Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11487902111347144786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/SqhyVrmVb5I/AAAAAAAAABk/JgRqdW1a1qw/S220/wells-04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sqh_rfmi-GI/AAAAAAAAADI/GnE24m-sz3k/s72-c/beachinnocence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731121943246849237.post-2917723139259539728</id><published>2009-11-10T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T05:00:09.033-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><title type='text'>WHAT IS THIS THING CALLED LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sqh-9U9nvpI/AAAAAAAAADA/1BsnHjeTIN8/s1600-h/pier+morning+beautyme.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379689346958343826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sqh-9U9nvpI/AAAAAAAAADA/1BsnHjeTIN8/s200/pier+morning+beautyme.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is this __ love that thou art mindful of it&lt;br /&gt;What is this that makes one seek it, seek to give it,&lt;br /&gt;Seek to receive it&lt;br /&gt;What is this __ love&lt;br /&gt;What is it, that it can make a man risk his life for his family&lt;br /&gt;What is it that it makes a mother willing to endure&lt;br /&gt;Tremendous pain to bring forth a child&lt;br /&gt;What is love that thou art mindful of it&lt;br /&gt;What is it that some say it warms a cold LIFE&lt;br /&gt;What is it, this love&lt;br /&gt;That makes one like a drunken man, impairing one’s&lt;br /&gt;Vision from focus on the ugliness of life&lt;br /&gt;What is this love that it makes one laugh in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Or makes another fight to stay alive&lt;br /&gt;What is this love&lt;br /&gt;That it covers a multitude of sins&lt;br /&gt;That it could make one die a gruesome death&lt;br /&gt;For humanity on a cross&lt;br /&gt;That one could give his only begotten son&lt;br /&gt;What is this love that thou art mindful of it…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731121943246849237-2917723139259539728?l=realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2917723139259539728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731121943246849237&amp;postID=2917723139259539728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default/2917723139259539728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default/2917723139259539728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-is-this-thing-called-love.html' title='WHAT IS THIS THING CALLED LOVE'/><author><name>S. L.  Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11487902111347144786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/SqhyVrmVb5I/AAAAAAAAABk/JgRqdW1a1qw/S220/wells-04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sqh-9U9nvpI/AAAAAAAAADA/1BsnHjeTIN8/s72-c/pier+morning+beautyme.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731121943246849237.post-3739510223792985679</id><published>2009-10-30T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T00:00:10.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Being</title><content type='html'>The word Be-ing makes me think of the action of my essence, coming forth into the moment. If I am Be-ing I can no longer be tranquilized into inaction by my future or imprisoned by my past. Be-ing allows me to just be in the now. What a concept. Just being. How sweet life can be and is when I connect and am aware of the inner me. How clear life can be when I can be still know. The overachiever is saying what do you mean being tranquilized into inaction by my future? The worry hog is saying what do you mean being imprisoned by my past? The busy body is saying what do you mean there’s clarity in stillness? I can feel your thoughts as I paint these words on this page. When I am settled into an overachieving mindset it often keeps me in a futuristic mode and yes I’ve accomplished many external things that way, but it cripples me from acting in the now. When I am constantly cognicent of my past it imprisons me and stifles creativity. The now is feared because I say well I am just be cautious or prudent or don’t want the past to repeat itself. The reality is you never left the past and you are being robbed of the thought of Be-ing in the now. Being busy is like a drug and w all know drugs can be ab-used. Busy-ness is like your sun-block from the now, your escape from the moment and ultimately your get-a-way from YOU. Worry, overachieving, busy-bodiness on a consistent basis robs you of the only true promise which is now. The world is being robbed of the opportunity of experiencing YOU Just Be-ing. You with fulfillment, love, peace, joy, laughter, purpose and acceptance. You being connected with you right now. Just Being can end the mental pain. Just being removes fear. Just being is reality. Just being is complete.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sqh8Dnqv6xI/AAAAAAAAAC4/t42PaUvS_VE/s1600-h/relaxedme8.10.09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379686156523793170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sqh8Dnqv6xI/AAAAAAAAAC4/t42PaUvS_VE/s200/relaxedme8.10.09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731121943246849237-3739510223792985679?l=realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3739510223792985679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731121943246849237&amp;postID=3739510223792985679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default/3739510223792985679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default/3739510223792985679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-being.html' title='Just Being'/><author><name>S. L.  Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11487902111347144786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/SqhyVrmVb5I/AAAAAAAAABk/JgRqdW1a1qw/S220/wells-04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sqh8Dnqv6xI/AAAAAAAAAC4/t42PaUvS_VE/s72-c/relaxedme8.10.09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731121943246849237.post-7693965015798177221</id><published>2009-10-20T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:00:00.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Focus'/><title type='text'>“WHERE I WANT TO BE”</title><content type='html'>As I sit on the beach pondering on a sentence from Russell Simmon’s “Do &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sqh6xCAHXaI/AAAAAAAAACw/96yyCDolO1k/s1600-h/BREATHTAKING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379684737663589794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sqh6xCAHXaI/AAAAAAAAACw/96yyCDolO1k/s200/BREATHTAKING.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You” book, the end of it leaped off the page at me. I asked myself the question “Where do I want to be?”, not in the future but right now in my mind and spirit? The answer is free. I never thought about where I want to be in this moment, I’ve always thought of it futuristically. I wonder if there are others like me, who allow the future to rob them of today. No more, I say it truly feels good to appreciate &amp;amp; love this day. I have a choice, I get a say in how I feel &amp;amp; view today. I may not have all the material things I desire, but I can certainly experience the state of being where I want to be, today. Where I want to be is available to me, right now in this moment. The inner peace, unconditional love, sustainable joy &amp;amp; freedom from my own mental prison is within reach today as it has always been. Today I am finally where I want to be &amp;amp; so can you, just open your eyes &amp;amp; see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731121943246849237-7693965015798177221?l=realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7693965015798177221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731121943246849237&amp;postID=7693965015798177221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default/7693965015798177221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default/7693965015798177221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-i-want-to-be-by-s.html' title='“WHERE I WANT TO BE”'/><author><name>S. L.  Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11487902111347144786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/SqhyVrmVb5I/AAAAAAAAABk/JgRqdW1a1qw/S220/wells-04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sqh6xCAHXaI/AAAAAAAAACw/96yyCDolO1k/s72-c/BREATHTAKING.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731121943246849237.post-2866884997034007110</id><published>2009-10-10T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T05:00:00.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirsty @ thirty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sqh6FsuOxdI/AAAAAAAAACo/stoFOkD3JNs/s1600-h/sexybeachme8.10.09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379683993217058258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sqh6FsuOxdI/AAAAAAAAACo/stoFOkD3JNs/s200/sexybeachme8.10.09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thirsty @ thirty&lt;br /&gt;By SL Wells&lt;br /&gt;Will my thirst for authenticity ever be quenched?&lt;br /&gt;Will the anger inside ever subside?&lt;br /&gt;Will the river of my depth ever flow again?&lt;br /&gt;Will patience ever find me?&lt;br /&gt;Will the flavor of life ever return to my mouth?&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever taste the sweet nectar of true romantic love?&lt;br /&gt;Will my inner beauty ever be desired?&lt;br /&gt;Will my help ever connect with a true need?&lt;br /&gt;Will my supply ever reach its demand?&lt;br /&gt;Will the cloud of bitterness ever pass away from me?&lt;br /&gt;Will my joy become visible?&lt;br /&gt;Will bodies and minds stop surrendering to lust?&lt;br /&gt;Will common sense ever make a come back?&lt;br /&gt;Will the beauty of NOW ever be discovered?&lt;br /&gt;Will the promise of the future ever be realized?&lt;br /&gt;Will freedom reach my finances and time?&lt;br /&gt;Will connection ever intersect my soul?&lt;br /&gt;Will forgiveness ever reach the surface?&lt;br /&gt;My thirties are full of so much discovery…&lt;br /&gt;Hit me back and let me know what you think and tell me about your thirst???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731121943246849237-2866884997034007110?l=realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2866884997034007110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731121943246849237&amp;postID=2866884997034007110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default/2866884997034007110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default/2866884997034007110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/2009/04/thirsty-thirty.html' title='Thirsty @ thirty'/><author><name>S. L.  Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11487902111347144786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/SqhyVrmVb5I/AAAAAAAAABk/JgRqdW1a1qw/S220/wells-04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sqh6FsuOxdI/AAAAAAAAACo/stoFOkD3JNs/s72-c/sexybeachme8.10.09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731121943246849237.post-7717759841031856799</id><published>2009-10-02T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:47:01.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REST IN YOUR TRUST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/SsZ0dfQV0iI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Tu1SkGdk1jI/s1600-h/relaxedme8.10.09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388122054150443554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/SsZ0dfQV0iI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Tu1SkGdk1jI/s200/relaxedme8.10.09.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though he slay me yet will I trust him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Job's words help me sleep at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know the plans I have for you , plans for good not for disaster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That account from Jeremiah gives me peace to arise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He will never leave me nor forsake me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David's account of this helps me to stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The race is not given to the swift or strong, but he who endures&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paul's words help to keep me moving forward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know my sheep &amp;amp; my sheep know me, no one can pluck them out of my hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This word from Jesus reassures &amp;amp; gives me the confidence I need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God's home is now amongst his people &amp;amp; he shall be with them &amp;amp; they will be his people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This angelic account gives me the Joy I need to stay in this race until I finish my course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, I can rest in trust.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731121943246849237-7717759841031856799?l=realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7717759841031856799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731121943246849237&amp;postID=7717759841031856799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default/7717759841031856799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default/7717759841031856799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/rest-in-your-trust.html' title='REST IN YOUR TRUST'/><author><name>S. L.  Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11487902111347144786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/SqhyVrmVb5I/AAAAAAAAABk/JgRqdW1a1qw/S220/wells-04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/SsZ0dfQV0iI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Tu1SkGdk1jI/s72-c/relaxedme8.10.09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731121943246849237.post-5418742535690562286</id><published>2009-09-30T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T05:00:04.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears of a Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sqh5JhdtwsI/AAAAAAAAACg/EpI-ShPczqY/s1600-h/beachpeace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379682959402844866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sqh5JhdtwsI/AAAAAAAAACg/EpI-ShPczqY/s200/beachpeace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How my heart cries out for honesty&lt;br /&gt;How my mind longs for the day it can release its deepest thoughts without judgement&lt;br /&gt;How my trust longs to find a loyal safe ear to share its vulnerable secrets with&lt;br /&gt;How I long for the day society will accept me no matter the state&lt;br /&gt;Whether I be strong today or weak tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;No pressure within&lt;br /&gt;To keep up a strong front because the color of my skin&lt;br /&gt;How I long to just be;&lt;br /&gt;Woman in all her splendor and majesty and softness&lt;br /&gt;Her weakness, her essence, her pain, her fears, her tears, her love her joy&lt;br /&gt;How my cheeks seek for a secure shoulder to lay upon&lt;br /&gt;How my body longs for a long comforting hug&lt;br /&gt;From a mature wise loving senior woman&lt;br /&gt;How my eyes miss the day&lt;br /&gt;Where children went outside to play&lt;br /&gt;Games like hop scotch, kickball, freeze, hide &amp;amp; go seek, red light green light&lt;br /&gt;hand games &amp;amp; imaginary friends until just before the street lights came on&lt;br /&gt;How my ears miss the voice of big mama and the candy lady asking what you want, or what flavor frozen cup you want and all the kids reply RED&lt;br /&gt;How my tastebuds long for the taste of coconut cookies lemon heads, cherry clans, jawbreakers &amp;amp; hot sausages with the booty on it&lt;br /&gt;How I long for the day for sisters to stop exploiting&lt;br /&gt;Themselves as the video ho in popular music videos&lt;br /&gt;How I long for the day to stop seeing men reduce themselves to what’s in their wallet &amp;amp; dangling between their legs&lt;br /&gt;How I long for the day to see more families stay together for better or for worse&lt;br /&gt;My soul longs to see fathers connect more with their sons on a heart level&lt;br /&gt;And mothers to keep hugging their daughters even after their bodies start to develop &amp;amp; reach puberty&lt;br /&gt;How I long to see society provide more structure &amp;amp; support for our young people between 9-12 the critical sexual identity stage&lt;br /&gt;Oh how my heart longs to see genuine love and support without the fluff&lt;br /&gt;How I am thirsty for deep conversation, beyond sex, sports &amp;amp; money&lt;br /&gt;How my spirit longs to be free from manipulative believers who accuse&lt;br /&gt;Misuse and ab-use other believers&lt;br /&gt;How I long for the day politicians will truly say what they mean&lt;br /&gt;My intellect screams for the day public education will truly be reformed &amp;amp; everyone&lt;br /&gt;Will stop paying our youth &amp;amp; educators mere lip service&lt;br /&gt;I long for the day of a new awakening within the soul of a woman&lt;br /&gt;My eyes long to see the day a woman’s value is not assessed based on whether she has a man or not&lt;br /&gt;My time longs for financial freedom&lt;br /&gt;My mind longs for sincerity&lt;br /&gt;My body longs for non-sexual touch&lt;br /&gt;My future is tired of seeing me and others using crutches&lt;br /&gt;My now longs for me and only me&lt;br /&gt;My past seeks to be free of me…&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sqh4PCIPw9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lB1R6OpFNZQ/s1600-h/MORNINGQUIET.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731121943246849237-5418742535690562286?l=realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5418742535690562286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731121943246849237&amp;postID=5418742535690562286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default/5418742535690562286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default/5418742535690562286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/2009/03/tears-of-woman.html' title='Tears of a Woman'/><author><name>S. L.  Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11487902111347144786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/SqhyVrmVb5I/AAAAAAAAABk/JgRqdW1a1qw/S220/wells-04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sqh5JhdtwsI/AAAAAAAAACg/EpI-ShPczqY/s72-c/beachpeace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731121943246849237.post-534247403900302499</id><published>2009-09-15T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T05:00:01.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><title type='text'>I NEED YOU BADDER THAN A HOG NEED SLOP!!!</title><content type='html'>I am like an addict wanting to go higher &amp;amp; higher in you&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are being taken hostage by you&lt;br /&gt;I day dream about you&lt;br /&gt;You mean more to me&lt;br /&gt;Than the air I breathe&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is welling and swelling&lt;br /&gt;Within the depths of my soul&lt;br /&gt;There are places within, only you can console&lt;br /&gt;Your splendor &amp;amp; glory my eyes want to behold&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;Badder than a hog need slop&lt;br /&gt;I got it bad&lt;br /&gt;To you I make my confessions&lt;br /&gt;This love I have for you is an obsession&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t get enough of you, even when I battle depression&lt;br /&gt;When I think of you its hard to be sad&lt;br /&gt;Or stay mad&lt;br /&gt;Your words have impregnated me with life&lt;br /&gt;You are my essential spice&lt;br /&gt;Without you my life is not right&lt;br /&gt;When I don’t feel you near&lt;br /&gt;It seems like a dark cold night&lt;br /&gt;Relating with you is what I hold dear&lt;br /&gt;You know how to wipe away all my dirty smears&lt;br /&gt;I will love, honor &amp;amp; serve you all of my years&lt;br /&gt;In you I have peace&lt;br /&gt;You calm all my fears&lt;br /&gt;You give me such a release&lt;br /&gt;That keeps me fresh &amp;amp; free&lt;br /&gt;I need you LORD&lt;br /&gt;Badder than a Hog need slop!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sqh3lJBdJTI/AAAAAAAAACI/1Y4aLR9Y_xc/s1600-h/IMAGE_154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379681234854946098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sqh3lJBdJTI/AAAAAAAAACI/1Y4aLR9Y_xc/s200/IMAGE_154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS, WHAT DO YOU NEED???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731121943246849237-534247403900302499?l=realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/534247403900302499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731121943246849237&amp;postID=534247403900302499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default/534247403900302499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default/534247403900302499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-need-you-badder-than-hog-need-slop.html' title='I NEED YOU BADDER THAN A HOG NEED SLOP!!!'/><author><name>S. L.  Wells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11487902111347144786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/SqhyVrmVb5I/AAAAAAAAABk/JgRqdW1a1qw/S220/wells-04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-KTclg6Jarw/Sqh3lJBdJTI/AAAAAAAAACI/1Y4aLR9Y_xc/s72-c/IMAGE_154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731121943246849237.post-6778664070199522970</id><published>2009-09-09T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:35:07.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Focus'/><title type='text'>TOUCH ME PLEASE!</title><content type='html'>The very thought can make the tiny hairs on your arms stand up. Touch is the balance we need in life. It’s our yin and yang, our energy conduit, for our growth &amp;amp; development. To touch is to connect. Touch can make one feel secure. Touch can convey a message of acceptance which is what every human wants deep down inside. The right non-romantic touch can keep a girl from pre-maturely losing her virginity. The right non-sexual touch can keep a boy from committing suicide. A loving touch can keep someone from committing a crime. The right touch can keep you from losing your mind. It’s the necessary serum we need for prevention and repairs. Touch can help pre-term infants reach a healthy weight. Touch can help you overcome injuries. When you get a bruise, cut or scrape the immediate response is to touch. Touch can bring about comfort. It can help you make it through some of your darkest days. A touch can say I’m with you and support you. Touch can improve self esteem. A touch can say good job, keep up the good work. A touch can say you can do it, I believe in you. Touch what a gift to give and receive. More non-romantic touch is what the world needs. Touch can bring about peace. The right non-sexual touch can keep a marriage together. Non-romantic touch brings families closer together. If we can just get over our taboo about touch, maybe just maybe we can set this world right side up. Help this world with a little more touch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731121943246849237-6778664070199522970?l=realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6778664070199522970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731121943246849237&amp;postID=6778664070199522970' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default/6778664070199522970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731121943246849237/posts/default/6778664070199522970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realthoughtsfromarealwoman.blogspot.com/2008/10/touch-me-please.html' title='TOUCH ME PLEASE!'/><author><name>S. 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