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	<title>Healing Through Multiple Sclerosis</title>
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		<title>Power Tool For Change #4 &#8211; &#8220;PRAYER&#8221;</title>
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I have a friend who is in the hospital having surgery today.
I am praying for him, his physicians and his family.
When I chose this photograph to complement my writing today, I did it because of the sense of REACH in the sculpture.
Her neck is yearning toward distant pastures..
But is that really prayer?
Is it the action [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.cathyaten.com/wordpress/2010/03/power-tool-for-change-4-prayer/</link>
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		<title>Power Tool For Change #3 &#8211; &#8220;TRIBE&#8221;</title>
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My friends are my gold.
The fact that these particular humans are in my sphere is my greatest achievement.
I invite people into my life for a variety of reasons but the foundation is respect.
Oh yeah.. and the fact I don&#8217;t have to (or want to) edit myself with them.
Over this past week as I moved, they [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.cathyaten.com/wordpress/2010/03/power-tool-for-change-3-tribe/</link>
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		<title>Power Tool For Change #2- &#8220;THE VACUUM&#8221;</title>
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Within the intensity of this schoolroom of moving to a new home, I am tested and thrown to my knees (literally).
Last night, as I got up to let my dog out, I fell.
Nothing damaged and I am fine but I speak with more  authority this morning as I talk about what needs to happen [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.cathyaten.com/wordpress/2010/03/power-tool-for-change-2-the-vacuum/</link>
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		<title>Shake It Up</title>
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Forever enchanted with new horizons, I tend toward what might look like a life steeped in insecurity.
I often hanker after a hundred year-old porch swing on a veranda attached to a family-held estate with kids playing bad clarinet and an old yellow lab keeping my feet warm.
But that&#8217;s another life&#8230;.
Certainly not this one.
Recently, I completed [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.cathyaten.com/wordpress/2010/03/shake-it-up/</link>
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		<title>The Man</title>
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Since I will be off line a few days, I wanted to leave you with something special.
I have tasted the teachings and miracle-mongering of many revered teachers in my lifetime.
In the end, all the trying we might do hoping for answers to ease our shared suffering and ponder pesky questions like: &#8220;What is the purpose [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.cathyaten.com/wordpress/2010/02/the-man/</link>
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		<title>Mission Statement</title>
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&#8220;To live content with small means when need be; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy not respectable; and wealthy not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly&#8230; to listen to stars and buds, to babes and sages, with open heart; await occasions, hurry never&#8230;. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.cathyaten.com/wordpress/2010/02/mission-statement/</link>
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		<title>Chaos</title>
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If you came to my door this morning and entered my home for the first time, if you were a truly intelligent sort you&#8217;d leave immediately..
CHAOS!!!!!!  EVERYWHERE!!!!!
Boxes and stuff and melted snow (storm last night) and a freaked out chihuahua and a limping woman and a half eaten avocado and a broken vase and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.cathyaten.com/wordpress/2010/02/chaos/</link>
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		<title>Further</title>
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I&#8217;m reading a book right now in which they talk about the mantra of &#8220;FURTHER.&#8221;
I like it.
Not in a running- away -from- something kind of way.
But more like moving ever toward the sense of something larger than we know.
&#8220;The core of goodness,&#8221; a wise man named Erich Schiffmann once said.

What I have learned for myself [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.cathyaten.com/wordpress/2010/02/further/</link>
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		<title>Power vs. Force</title>
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I am a very poor dog trainer.
Olivia is confused.
She loves me and wants to protect me from all harm.
Her giant spirit in a little, little package pulls out all the warrior paraphernalia when men approach my door.
If the man wears a cap.. forget it.
Yesterday, David came by.
I met him on my first trip to New [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.cathyaten.com/wordpress/2010/02/power-vs-force/</link>
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		<title>Finding Home</title>
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COMING HOME
by Mary Oliver
When we&#8217;re driving, in the dark,
on the long road
to Provincetown, which lies empty
for miles, when we&#8217;re weary,
when the buildings
and the scrub pines lose
their familiar look,
I imagine us rising
from the speeding car,
I imagine us seeing
everything from another place — the top
of one of the pale dunes
or the deep and nameless
fields of the sea [...]]]></description>
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