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"Nothing is a waste of time if you use the experience wisely." - Auguste Rodin

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Tenth Doctor Catchphrases

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I just love this.

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That was different...

The Boy comes out of his room grumpy with angry eyes flaring under furrowed brow.

"What's wrong?"

"What?" He asks defensively.

"I want to help."

"Oh yeah?  So help."

"I don't know what's wrong..."

"But you want to help.  What's your idea to help."

I want to yell that he's not making any sense...but really  he's just not making MY kind of sense.  So I answer the question he's asking rather than the question I WISH he would ask.

I close my eyes, put my head down and open my eyes again, reconnecting with my tenderness before I speak.

"My idea is that you tell me what's bothering you. Then I think (I put my fingers to my temples with my eyes closed, like Sherlock searching his mind palace) of a solution.  Then I tenderly share that solution with you, (I use my hands to gently give him the idea from my heart), and then you take it in (I take a deep breath) and let go of whatever is bothering you.  Then you would feel better.  Would you like to do my idea?"

He frowns, "No."

"Okay," I smile, "thanks for listening and watching anyway.  I'm here for ya."

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I am Frodo

Who did Sauron send to stop Frodo and get the ring?

Did he send his gentlest orc or lowliest pencil-pushing tree imp? Nope.

He sent these guys.

And then he sent these guys.

Then, when that wasn't enough, he sent these guys.

And when that failed, he sent a friendly, pathetic spy hoping to slowly poison the hero...

And when that didn't seem to be enough, he called out and amassed an army, leveling a full scale assault.  He came at Frodo with all he had.

Do you really think Satan is any different?

He may start small, he may even start strong, but he shows his hand as he starts to panic. 

Because, look, you've got a mission.

You have both friends and family who love you

as well as allies who know and support your mission.

You've got support you don't even KNOW you have.

They've got your back in a big way.

You are strong and your message gives you power to influence others.

It will be tough.

And you can't save everyone ... maybe you can't save anyone.

Maybe it will be too much...

But remember that you have a stalwart companion who signed up for this.

He sees your struggles, cries for you, and wants nothing more than to help carry your burdens.

And if it really gets to be too much, well, he'll carry you.

And then he'll rejoice with you and heal with you.

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Day 7 - Report

Last night I had a series of dreams.

In one, I was grading papers, but carefully choosing the colored utensils I would employ. I paid attention to each color and how that color made ME feel, so that I would encourage rather than frighten the children I corrected.

Dream 2: I was snuggling Kachina, a horse I know. When I woke up this morning, another string of thoughts regarding her came to me, but only one stuck. I'll keep you posted on it...

Dream 3: Anyone ever seen the animated movie "Secret of Kells?" Well, I have - many times - as my children loved two movies while I was pregnant: Ponyo and Secret of Kells.  Anyway, in that movie there is a scene where a pretty malevolent Crom Cruach , a Celtic Deity represented as a glowing white snake made up of language symbols in a black void, is defeated by the main character trapping him in a circle of chalk, where Crom consumes himself. And last night, my dream was that this Yikes-Factory was coming after me. 

I know, right?  What the ...?!

Day 7 means it's been a week since I started being taught the tools that would allow me to Master My Influence. 

So how's it going?  Welp, I'm dreaming about it. So I guess that's saying that SOMETHING is getting through my R.A.S and starting to stick.

Can I get a Woo Hoo?

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Looking up

A few years ago I was advised to “write happy.” This advice came on the tail of my Life Coach having read - of his own free will - a whole book of poetry I’d written in my youth/teenage years.

I told him that I knew more about pain and misery.

And even as I said the words, I knew they were a lie…I just didn’t know why. 

Enter Kirk Duncan, Kim Duncan, Ann Washburn and the 3 Key Elements (a wondiferous company if there every was one!)

(For imagery sake, see Kirk enter stage left with his arms open, palms up, a big, sincere smile on his face. Kim enters stage right with her gentle yet powerful sashay and dressed to the nines, complete with eye-catching necklaces. And Ann, powerfully listening, is backstage this particular time as the capable, encouraging, places-calling stage manager. The Elements themselves were flown in from above, sparklers whirling on the edges of the banner (which means there was someone like Wayne or Kevin or one of the myriad of other fantastic employees back there working the pulleys).

I bet it was dazzling and the music was playing the first time. So why didn’t I see it? I didn’t see it because I was looking down.

Yeah, they’ve made an entrance at least three times.

But this time it was all of them … and this time I looked up