tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23570083837186854012011-11-01T17:24:51.092-07:00shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16859204121907645487noreply@blogger.comBlogger181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357008383718685401.post-66162804991290463042010-01-16T07:42:00.000-08:002010-01-16T08:13:53.786-08:00and much<div>of this</div><div>seems </div><div>to be </div><div>the pursuit of more</div><div><br /></div><div>it seems </div><div>to me</div><div>that</div><div>more</div><div>is more</div><div>and more is </div><div>not</div><div><br /></div><div>that </div><div>is </div><div>what </div><div>i </div><div>think</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357008383718685401-6616280499129046304?l=buddhaandcapitalismandcolor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16859204121907645487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357008383718685401.post-35708072636939498392010-01-02T20:26:00.000-08:002010-01-02T20:33:01.908-08:00<div><br /></div><div>think and grow rich</div><div><br /></div><div>ok </div><div><br /></div><div>minute is up</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357008383718685401-3570807263693949839?l=buddhaandcapitalismandcolor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16859204121907645487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357008383718685401.post-13978154890180007082010-01-01T09:55:00.000-08:002010-01-01T09:58:44.320-08:00today i start by saying yes<div>yes i can </div><div>yes i will</div><div>yes it is</div><div>yes we will</div><div>yes we can</div><div>yes it is true</div><div>yes it is not</div><div>yes i believe</div><div>yes there is room for this confidence</div><div>yes it will change</div><div>yes we will forget</div><div>yes i will get lost</div><div>yes i can return </div><div>yes i will know</div><div>yes it will happen</div><div>yes it is possible</div><div>yes </div><div><br /></div><div>today is a good day to expand my mind and heart and begin to believe and then act with that right intention. </div><div><br /></div><div>2010 the year of yes.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357008383718685401-1397815489018000708?l=buddhaandcapitalismandcolor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16859204121907645487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357008383718685401.post-72386087857588974432009-12-27T20:33:00.000-08:002009-12-27T20:37:02.065-08:00who am i already<div>who do i want to be</div><div><br /></div><div>is it possible to artfully create</div><div>is it possible for me</div><div><br /></div><div>would money make things different</div><div>would different make me more</div><div><br /></div><div>i like this moment</div><div>i breathe</div><div><br /></div><div>i try</div><div><br /></div><div>love is present </div><div>knowing is good. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357008383718685401-7238608785758897443?l=buddhaandcapitalismandcolor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16859204121907645487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357008383718685401.post-41700491842556943202009-12-26T10:55:00.001-08:002009-12-26T10:58:46.699-08:00i had a list<div>i had ideas</div><div>i had big plans </div><div>for this year</div><div><br /></div><div>some of the things </div><div>blog</div><div>run</div><div>teach</div><div>read</div><div>business</div><div>write</div><div><br /></div><div>look so simple </div><div>one worded action items</div><div>unable to accomplish them</div><div>no consistency</div><div><br /></div><div>did however</div><div>get married</div><div>become a step mom officially</div><div>move to a foreign country</div><div>make new friends</div><div>quit old job</div><div>lose money</div><div>meditate</div><div>graduate (sorta - kinda)</div><div>recommit to me</div><div>find heart</div><div>learn</div><div>do </div><div>have</div><div><br /></div><div>not so bad overall i guess</div><div><br /></div><div>i have big plans for next year!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357008383718685401-4170049184255694320?l=buddhaandcapitalismandcolor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16859204121907645487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357008383718685401.post-66203825810309987852009-10-23T05:54:00.000-07:002009-10-23T06:08:32.830-07:00in the morning<div>he pulls me close</div><div><br /></div><div>he tells me </div><div>how he is the luckiest and happiest</div><div>how well i fit</div><div>how i am his baby</div><div><br /></div><div>it is like a comforter of love</div><div>waking me </div><div>it is like the best cup of coffee</div><div>waking me</div><div><br /></div><div>every morning</div><div><br /></div><div>sometimes he'll wake up in the middle of the night</div><div>i know this because </div><div>he pulls me close and he whispers to me </div><div>trying not to wake me</div><div><br /></div><div>the first time we met</div><div>he couldn't help it</div><div><br /></div><div>that is when he began </div><div><br /></div><div>waking me</div><div><br /></div><div>waking my senses, my heart, my dreams</div><div><br /></div><div>he is not the answer to my prayers</div><div><br /></div><div>he</div><div>by waking me</div><div>is </div><div>a ray of bright that lightens my slumber</div><div>the moon that whispers yes</div><div>when i rise to seek after</div><div>all my </div><div>sleeping potential</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357008383718685401-6620382581030998785?l=buddhaandcapitalismandcolor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16859204121907645487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357008383718685401.post-43215931431638371992009-10-20T10:05:00.000-07:002009-10-20T10:08:22.457-07:00i live in mexico<div><br /></div><div>that is the update for now. </div><div><br /></div><div>i think you know that already</div><div><br /></div><div>but it was an update to myself. </div><div><br /></div><div>live where i am</div><div><br /></div><div>i have a tendency to want to wait till i get there</div><div><br /></div><div>and so i am updating to me</div><div><br /></div><div>i am there already.</div><div><br /></div><div>live.</div><div><br /></div><div>present.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357008383718685401-4321593143163837199?l=buddhaandcapitalismandcolor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16859204121907645487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357008383718685401.post-28930247335950552762009-04-16T12:06:00.000-07:002009-04-16T12:12:37.343-07:00the commitment ceremony will now be august 1st. i am sending out save the dates so i can't change the date and location again. the ability to keep revising the time, local and date is just too tempting for me. maybe the 3rd/4th/5th combo is enough<br /><br />my guy, he woke me up all week this week offering 100 kisses.<br /><br />i am going to so cal this weekend and plan to spend the bulk of it with my kindred, my anam cara. like 100 kisses in a very different way, but my stomach gets the same excitement. <br /><br />i may be doing some very iresponsible things soon.<br /><br />gratitude is present.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357008383718685401-2893024733595055276?l=buddhaandcapitalismandcolor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16859204121907645487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357008383718685401.post-49254520087836524652009-04-02T11:43:00.000-07:002009-04-02T11:45:11.720-07:00i want a blue stone<br />i want a white stone<br />i want a blue stone surrounded by white stones<br />yes<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357008383718685401-4925452008783652465?l=buddhaandcapitalismandcolor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16859204121907645487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357008383718685401.post-6146673733692286462009-03-31T13:05:00.000-07:002009-03-31T13:10:29.762-07:00<p>yesterday the pain returned – the kind that sits viciously behind my eyes and stabs periodically at my brain.<br /> </p><p>it is over now. i am glad. the physical pain is gone and the emotional suffering has returned. i am sad. just sad. kinda confused, overwhelmed and still very scared.<br /><br />ever chart a course and then wonder how you got to be the captain?</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357008383718685401-614667373369228646?l=buddhaandcapitalismandcolor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16859204121907645487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357008383718685401.post-25109372222031201282009-03-10T12:09:00.000-07:002009-03-10T12:10:22.583-07:00feel like a liar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357008383718685401-2510937222203120128?l=buddhaandcapitalismandcolor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16859204121907645487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357008383718685401.post-78473295404430085812009-03-04T12:30:00.000-08:002009-03-04T12:32:14.310-08:00you're my very good friend david -<br />i cannot imagine walking through life without you.<br /><br />the thought of you brings tears to me at this very moment as i soften into the goodness you are.<br /><br />thank you for being such a good david and thank you for letting me be such a messy girl.<br /><br />i am ready to step into the woman that i have wanted to be for a long time - but the whiny part of me keeps reminding me that it is hard.<br />i just told her to shut up and now i am going to step in faith. just today.<br /><br />i am a blessed heart -<br />i am shaped by your kindness, love and wisdom in the most incredible way.<br /><br />thank you.<br />truly.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357008383718685401-7847329540443008581?l=buddhaandcapitalismandcolor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16859204121907645487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357008383718685401.post-16054255008760139362009-03-04T12:19:00.000-08:002009-03-04T12:21:49.700-08:00damn him for wanting me to shine<br />damn him for not being a scapegoat of why my life is lackluster<br />damn him for having high expectations of me<br />damn him for being supportive in an unfamiliar way<br />damn him for loving me<br />damn him<br /><br />damn it - i am embarrassed to be so small and to get so lost so often.<br />damn it - i wish i could be more silent about my blunders<br />damn it - i meant to keep on track<br />damn it<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357008383718685401-1605425500876013936?l=buddhaandcapitalismandcolor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16859204121907645487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357008383718685401.post-50288806785808214062009-02-13T13:12:00.000-08:002009-02-13T13:19:05.453-08:00So here I am, back to the capitalism part of life. Isn't it just that, money, spiritualism, and matters of love....what else do we concern ourselves with...can't it all be categorized in one of those? Or isn't it a matter of balancing or reorganizing or making sure that the 2 that rally matter don't get bullied by the one that doesn't?<br /><br />So my heart is overflowing - looking forward to trying to pull off a wedding in May. Spirtual life can use a jolt, but that feels constant. Money, well it has me in some grips again. Ready to break out of the 9-5 mold and begin to real create and flourish. Scared. So I stay here in my safe office and think of the security it offers.<br /><br />How will I know if I can fly if I never take the leap?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357008383718685401-5028880678580821406?l=buddhaandcapitalismandcolor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16859204121907645487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357008383718685401.post-9826328353696226362009-01-07T10:09:00.000-08:002009-01-07T10:15:00.699-08:00money<br />changes<br />everything<br /><br /><em>oh cyndie - how could you do it? we saw each other every afternoon...i said yeah, but you know, money changes everything.</em><br /><br />please give me some. i want change.<br /><br />okay - actually i am fine and blessed and grateful.<br />but i'm still living in a world where i'm prone to frustration about how much $ i don't have. want more money so i can do less work and play more often. and by play i mean work on other stuff. i swear i'd probably work harder and accomplish more if i didn't have to.<br /><br />funny equation.<br /><br />accepting donations. may be in the form of gifts. i like pretty things.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357008383718685401-982632835369622636?l=buddhaandcapitalismandcolor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16859204121907645487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357008383718685401.post-51504407128478734122009-01-05T10:49:00.000-08:002009-01-05T11:09:09.089-08:00Today my heart is tender for:<br /><br />Miss Sasha (seriously, miss you girl);<br />Mr. Everything Good aka Grandpa (wish you were here);<br />Little Miss Pain-in-ass-but-love-you-anyway-Katie (hope Juvie on New Year's rocked); and<br />Mr. Stabbed-the-man-in-the-neck-and-now-I-am-in-prison-Dad (loved the chinos on th last visit).<br /><br />Tender heart – as if my heart was literally tenderized with one of those big wooden hammers with the protruding spikes.<br /><br />Tender heart – a moment when I know that none of this is personal<br /><br />Tender heart – ability to be soft even though suffering exists<br /><br />Tender heart – wanting to love you<br /><br />Tender heart – wanting to free you from your suffering<br /><br />Tender heart – allowing you to have your suffering anyway<br /><br />Tender heart – full of stillness<br /><br />may it remain.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357008383718685401-5150440712847873412?l=buddhaandcapitalismandcolor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16859204121907645487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357008383718685401.post-67952421817468136432008-12-24T09:53:00.000-08:002008-12-24T10:05:40.312-08:00he is 11, i am 32<br />it is 7:30am, it is also 24<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">december</span><br /><br />we should be talking of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">santa</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">xmas</span> trees<br />no.<br />not us. today it was $$ and countries.<br />communism, capitalism<br />i love them both.<br />it was early so the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">impromtu</span> discussion on world politics may have been spoiled with my opinion<br />a communist at heart, it does not work in practice.<br /><br />nevertheless we have determined that china and its' baby laws suck.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">america</span> and its' capitalism rules. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">cuba</span>, nice try but you only swayed our decision.<br /><br />china f-you.<br />to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">darwin</span> (yes he made the discussion) we say thanks for the ammunition.<br /><br />politics before coffee, in the dark, on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">christmas</span> eve morning, at my house.<br /><br />may all beings everywhere be free from delusion, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">greed</span> and hatred.<br />may we all have 14 babies if we wish<br />and<br />may all good children get spoiled without government intrusion.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357008383718685401-6795242181746813643?l=buddhaandcapitalismandcolor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16859204121907645487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357008383718685401.post-83967467007410874132008-12-09T15:33:00.000-08:002008-12-09T15:47:00.693-08:00he got down on one knee<br />he asked me to be his wife<br />i, like always, fell into his eyes<br /><br />his heart represented<br />by a ring with a ruby<br /><br />the night sky embraced us<br />the island of treasure to my right<br /><br />i laughed at the heartache<br />i joked with the future<br />i fell into his arms<br /><br />a moment of change<br />a beggining<br />an end<br /><br />je suy nostre sans de partier<br />por vida<br />i fell into his heart<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357008383718685401-8396746700741087413?l=buddhaandcapitalismandcolor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16859204121907645487noreply@blogger.com0