<?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-5626416751143158478</id><updated>2012-01-12T20:57:22.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expressions..by Sue Simpson</title><subtitle type='html'>expression -the act of expressing or setting for in words.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-simpson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626416751143158478/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-simpson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Earthtone Studios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436458422482499924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bEvtVappK4E/TikI1qHlXxI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wOhaomhkhnE/s220/Picture%2Bof%2Bme.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626416751143158478.post-3031949693797827598</id><published>2011-12-15T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T12:23:59.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;An unplanned down time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;A time of warmth to unthaw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;I didn't realize how cold my body was.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;It doesn't like to be cold.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Looking forward to letting the answers come&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;while asking what is the question.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Looking foward to healing and growing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;To going over that hump of self sabotage&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;just as the success comes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Or is that 'on the run'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;and avoiding the true path&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;which causes the sabotage?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;The answers will come.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;I can feel them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;They are there ready to surface.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;My talents and gifts are many&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; yet&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;useless in the wrong 'pot of soup'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Moving ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;while being.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;This is exciting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;the future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;This new chapter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;It is becoming clear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;full of adventure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;while being mindful&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, geneva; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;of the present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626416751143158478-3031949693797827598?l=sue-simpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626416751143158478/posts/default/3031949693797827598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626416751143158478/posts/default/3031949693797827598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-simpson.blogspot.com/2011/12/unplanned-down-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Earthtone Studios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436458422482499924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bEvtVappK4E/TikI1qHlXxI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wOhaomhkhnE/s220/Picture%2Bof%2Bme.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626416751143158478.post-7321680263591835660</id><published>2011-11-29T18:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T20:27:23.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;11-09-2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Waiting.. &lt;/i&gt;waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;for the other shoe to drop, that is. It's a terrible place to be. It's not what I want from my life, this life. I pretend it isn't happening and then it catches me. Grabs me with a hahahah or is that a heeheehhee?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The unfolding recently has been so amazing. The aha moments have been so plain, so real. The life lessons are simple and weaved together. This change, this growth, this knowing, this belief is freeing. It's exciting. It can be overwhelming. I have learned to take time to let 'it' absorb. Let God work his magic.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am learning to trust God and to trust myself. Those thoughts I hide are coming out. Those feelings or idea's....well, they are pretty right on!! It's so cool. It really is. To trust yourself. To have a thought and let is simmer, let it process, and wait to the knowing. God speaks to me in songs, written words, those around me. Through plain everyday happenings.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have a small example of the things that have been happening to me recently. I hope I can explain it in a way that shows the emotion, the gratitude, and real life lesson. I have been given the opportunity to take a class called Designing My Practice. Two lessons ago we were handed a sheet of questions as our homework. We were to Design Our Practice. Write our plan. My first thought was how I'd like to teach or mentor others in my future. To combine my art with ... life lessons. I don't know the words yet. The whole picture but that was my first thought. Next was, how do I explain this? How do I write this? And finally, in all honesty, I don't know the other people in the class, my co-artist well enough to share this dream. This path I fully believe God has me on.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Two or three days later. In conversation with the Founders of 3231 Creatives where my studio is located, where I have felt is my college, my training, my schooling for the future. We begin talking about a teaching program and one of the founders said ..... you can teach this. Yes, I can. Gulp!! I am so excited by the lessons I am learning. The unfolding of the path. A look into the future. Almost everyday &amp;nbsp;I get an Aha moment. Something I have written or thought and then sorta hid is right in front of me. Right there that says, yes, this is right. Your thought, influence, direction, it's right on track Sue.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am even learning to make mistakes and forgive myself for them. I am learning to do something, even if it's not perfect. Then, to learn from it and move on. I am learning that the qualities that I have had all these years are good qualities. They don't work for everyone but they work for me and the people God is putting in my path.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have come to a place where I am recognizing that I wait for that shoe to drop. Wait for the big laughter that says, hahahaa just joking. I believe realizing that I do this will help me to move past it. If not past it then to truly know that if and when the other shoe does drop, I'll pick it up and move on.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626416751143158478-7321680263591835660?l=sue-simpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626416751143158478/posts/default/7321680263591835660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626416751143158478/posts/default/7321680263591835660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-simpson.blogspot.com/2011/11/11-09-2011-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>Earthtone Studios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436458422482499924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bEvtVappK4E/TikI1qHlXxI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wOhaomhkhnE/s220/Picture%2Bof%2Bme.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626416751143158478.post-3141649615324047089</id><published>2011-10-08T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T12:14:12.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah....it was just a trantum.&lt;br /&gt;not who I am&lt;br /&gt;yet a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As said by a wise friend,&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it's your ego throwing a tantrum&lt;br /&gt;because you're going forward&lt;br /&gt; despite it's best efforts to scare you into&lt;br /&gt; not doing anything that might&lt;br /&gt;raise your consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew...be, love, rejoice, dance. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626416751143158478-3141649615324047089?l=sue-simpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626416751143158478/posts/default/3141649615324047089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626416751143158478/posts/default/3141649615324047089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-simpson.blogspot.com/2011/10/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Earthtone Studios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436458422482499924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bEvtVappK4E/TikI1qHlXxI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wOhaomhkhnE/s220/Picture%2Bof%2Bme.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626416751143158478.post-6844207413006091977</id><published>2011-10-03T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:34:51.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Reading and writing this morning and your question, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;In what way is your art focus wavering? Are you having trouble settling in to your new studio space?", keep coming to mind. What is it that is blocking or stopping me? What is this tense feeling? I hear the words, "I knew my art had value", I don't have that. I know there is value in myself somewhere. I know that it comes to front often. I know that when it is ready to be..I tend to self sabotage. I know that i enjoy creating 'art'. I know that I rely way to much on what others think. I know that I am looking for their approval. I know that to be an artist I must relinquish those feelings, traits, and ways of life. I know that the more I create, the more I make, the better I will become. I know that my style is all over the place. I know that I tell myself this is okay and yet, I don't believe it. I know that I have really good times and times of total doubt. I know that I have a deadline to produce art for an outstanding program. That people will be paying 145.00 per plate to attend this event and my work will be presented along with the others. I know this scares me and yet excites me. I know that value is a word that makes me want to ball my eyes out today. I know that I don't want anyone else to see me this way. I know that the reason I don't want anyone to see me this way is because it is not my strength and I am strong. I know that I have lived a very full and rocky life. That if I were to really look at it. Study it, remember it, I would realize how strong I am. How much I have overcome. That crying, being believing, is good. That I do have value. That my work has value. That I must believe that. I must believe in myself. That it is okay to believe in myself. Truthfully, if I really knew and felt this, would I have these times of self destruction. This fear of success. Would I stop finding everything else to do besides paint, create, and allow?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626416751143158478-6844207413006091977?l=sue-simpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626416751143158478/posts/default/6844207413006091977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626416751143158478/posts/default/6844207413006091977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-simpson.blogspot.com/2011/10/reading-and-writing-this-morning-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Earthtone Studios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436458422482499924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bEvtVappK4E/TikI1qHlXxI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wOhaomhkhnE/s220/Picture%2Bof%2Bme.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626416751143158478.post-1644095014744310718</id><published>2011-08-19T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T15:34:49.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Matthew 5:30&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626416751143158478-1644095014744310718?l=sue-simpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626416751143158478/posts/default/1644095014744310718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626416751143158478/posts/default/1644095014744310718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-simpson.blogspot.com/2011/08/matthew-530.html' title=''/><author><name>Earthtone Studios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436458422482499924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bEvtVappK4E/TikI1qHlXxI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wOhaomhkhnE/s220/Picture%2Bof%2Bme.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626416751143158478.post-2816493072522670535</id><published>2011-08-19T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T10:58:28.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are times I share&lt;br /&gt;some of my inner thoughts&lt;br /&gt;my feelings and beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do I do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is that fear&lt;br /&gt;that 'they' won't agree&lt;br /&gt;that 'they' will read into&lt;br /&gt;my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then wonder&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;second guess&lt;br /&gt;if i should have shared.&lt;br /&gt;been so vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder no more.&lt;br /&gt;This is me&lt;br /&gt;this is who i am&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626416751143158478-2816493072522670535?l=sue-simpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626416751143158478/posts/default/2816493072522670535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626416751143158478/posts/default/2816493072522670535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-simpson.blogspot.com/2011/08/there-are-times-i-share-some-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Earthtone Studios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436458422482499924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bEvtVappK4E/TikI1qHlXxI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wOhaomhkhnE/s220/Picture%2Bof%2Bme.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626416751143158478.post-5858062805672004578</id><published>2011-06-26T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T13:28:32.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>..&lt;i&gt;living with fibromyalgia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes a little cry&lt;br /&gt;can help release&lt;br /&gt;some of the&lt;br /&gt;pain and fog&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;i&gt;sometimes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626416751143158478-5858062805672004578?l=sue-simpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626416751143158478/posts/default/5858062805672004578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626416751143158478/posts/default/5858062805672004578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-simpson.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Earthtone Studios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436458422482499924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bEvtVappK4E/TikI1qHlXxI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wOhaomhkhnE/s220/Picture%2Bof%2Bme.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626416751143158478.post-8733813567097525613</id><published>2011-06-20T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T14:10:27.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Be thankful for what the day brings you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so often, my mind is on tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;on the troubles of the day&lt;br /&gt;or an event that is in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while on the beach&lt;br /&gt;enjoying the warm sun&lt;br /&gt;sound of the birds&lt;br /&gt;and the beauty that surrounded me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that each day brings a gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even those days that I wake up in pain&lt;br /&gt;even the days that are dark and gray&lt;br /&gt;whatever that day brings&lt;br /&gt;it brings along with it a gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my choice&lt;br /&gt;whether I receive that gift&lt;br /&gt;or let it pass me by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626416751143158478-8733813567097525613?l=sue-simpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626416751143158478/posts/default/8733813567097525613'/><link rel='self' 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I have come to realize, scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind has time to settle, to think&lt;br /&gt;My body and soul, time to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am painting the black line along the dripping mess&lt;br /&gt;As I steady my hand to make a straight line&lt;br /&gt;I realize I must look forward&lt;br /&gt;to get the result I am looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it comes to me&lt;br /&gt;In life, we must focus forward, look ahead&lt;br /&gt;to see and get to where we are going.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back to where I had already painted&lt;br /&gt;where I had already been&lt;br /&gt;did not give me the results&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I share this experience with a wise young woman.&lt;br /&gt;She comments on some choices she has made in her past&lt;br /&gt;and said she has came to the conclusion&lt;br /&gt;that she does not have eyes in the back of her head&lt;br /&gt;so looking back&lt;br /&gt;does not get her to where she needs to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time of silence&lt;br /&gt;while creating and being&lt;br /&gt;has reminded me that we can learn from the past&lt;br /&gt;but stay there, to stay focused on&lt;br /&gt;or continue to look back&lt;br /&gt;makes the trail ahead&lt;br /&gt;much more difficult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626416751143158478-5180018311271483591?l=sue-simpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626416751143158478/posts/default/5180018311271483591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626416751143158478/posts/default/5180018311271483591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-simpson.blogspot.com/2011/06/notes-from-studio-journal-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Earthtone Studios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436458422482499924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bEvtVappK4E/TikI1qHlXxI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wOhaomhkhnE/s220/Picture%2Bof%2Bme.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626416751143158478.post-1501485558670054077</id><published>2011-05-31T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T14:36:23.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's like a crazy calm&lt;br /&gt;nothing hidden&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe.&lt;br /&gt;a realization maybe&lt;br /&gt;a knowing&lt;br /&gt;a taking.&lt;br /&gt;nervous maybe&lt;br /&gt;excitement?&lt;br /&gt;it really doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;it is just that it is different&lt;br /&gt;better&lt;br /&gt;easier&lt;br /&gt;You said trust me&lt;br /&gt;that's what I am striving to do.&lt;br /&gt;Trust You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626416751143158478-1501485558670054077?l=sue-simpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626416751143158478/posts/default/1501485558670054077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626416751143158478/posts/default/1501485558670054077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-simpson.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-like-crazy-calm-nothing-hidden-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Earthtone Studios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436458422482499924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bEvtVappK4E/TikI1qHlXxI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wOhaomhkhnE/s220/Picture%2Bof%2Bme.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626416751143158478.post-1450359616623547302</id><published>2011-05-28T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T11:12:01.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel alive&lt;br /&gt;awakened&lt;br /&gt;not the edge of the cliff&lt;br /&gt;alive&lt;br /&gt;not the head down and go&lt;br /&gt;alive&lt;br /&gt;It's a serene feeling&lt;br /&gt;like a break through &lt;br /&gt;or a vision&lt;br /&gt;A belief maybe.&lt;br /&gt;is it trust&lt;br /&gt;is it growth&lt;br /&gt;i am not sure&lt;br /&gt;and that is okay.&lt;br /&gt;no need to analyze&lt;br /&gt;no need&amp;nbsp; to fear it won't last&lt;br /&gt;no need for anything&lt;br /&gt;except to feel&lt;br /&gt;alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626416751143158478-1450359616623547302?l=sue-simpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626416751143158478/posts/default/1450359616623547302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626416751143158478/posts/default/1450359616623547302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-simpson.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-feel-alive-awakened-not-edge-of-cliff.html' title=''/><author><name>Earthtone Studios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436458422482499924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bEvtVappK4E/TikI1qHlXxI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wOhaomhkhnE/s220/Picture%2Bof%2Bme.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626416751143158478.post-5745213576392206623</id><published>2011-05-22T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T20:24:50.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was it her movement&lt;br /&gt;the glimpse of action&lt;br /&gt;was it the bird&lt;br /&gt;her following &lt;br /&gt;did it get just a bit brighter out&lt;br /&gt;i felt i couldn't make it through this day&lt;br /&gt;the gray again.&lt;br /&gt;the to do list so long.&lt;br /&gt;but then it happened&lt;br /&gt;the sense of wonder&lt;br /&gt;inspiration of a sorts&lt;br /&gt;is this what is referred to as attitude&lt;br /&gt;If so, how did i change it&lt;br /&gt;or was it me who changed&lt;br /&gt;i believe He heard my call&lt;br /&gt;it was when i took the pressure&lt;br /&gt;off of myself&lt;br /&gt;that i allowed His wonder.&lt;br /&gt;His grace and beauty to remind me&lt;br /&gt;of those simple yet beautiful things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626416751143158478-5745213576392206623?l=sue-simpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626416751143158478/posts/default/5745213576392206623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626416751143158478/posts/default/5745213576392206623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-simpson.blogspot.com/2011/05/was-it-her-movement-glimpse-of-action.html' title=''/><author><name>Earthtone Studios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436458422482499924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bEvtVappK4E/TikI1qHlXxI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wOhaomhkhnE/s220/Picture%2Bof%2Bme.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626416751143158478.post-2496415248732320152</id><published>2011-05-19T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T09:36:13.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am aware&lt;br /&gt;with a sense of fear&lt;br /&gt;a bit of a resistance.&lt;br /&gt;Learning to stand on my own&lt;br /&gt;be who I am&lt;br /&gt;knowing how easily i can be influenced&lt;br /&gt;Learning to listen &lt;br /&gt;to that small voice within&lt;br /&gt;to God's calling&lt;br /&gt;His direction.&lt;br /&gt;wanting to relax and wait&lt;br /&gt;a new attribute for me&lt;br /&gt;a new way of being&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626416751143158478-2496415248732320152?l=sue-simpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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/&gt;A place to create &lt;br /&gt;creating can feed the soul&lt;br /&gt;creating opens doors&lt;br /&gt;doors that we may have shut and locked&lt;br /&gt;It usually doesn't  happen over night&lt;br /&gt;It can but many times it's the start to a journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permission&lt;br /&gt;Permission to color the tree blue&lt;br /&gt;Permission to scribble and color in the lines&lt;br /&gt;Permission to allow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow&lt;br /&gt;Allow yourself to be&lt;br /&gt;Many of us really don't know ourselves&lt;br /&gt;We have spent so much time being what we&lt;br /&gt;"are suppose to be"&lt;br /&gt;Allowing little pieces, big pieces, something to emerge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time&lt;br /&gt;A time to breath&lt;br /&gt;A time to see&lt;br /&gt;A time to smell&lt;br /&gt;A time to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626416751143158478-3661254752852252911?l=sue-simpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626416751143158478/posts/default/3661254752852252911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626416751143158478/posts/default/3661254752852252911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-simpson.blogspot.com/2011/05/safe-place-place-to-create-creating-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Earthtone Studios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436458422482499924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bEvtVappK4E/TikI1qHlXxI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wOhaomhkhnE/s220/Picture%2Bof%2Bme.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626416751143158478.post-9010414259613917268</id><published>2008-12-12T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T12:42:58.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Dec. 12, 2008&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Courage..... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Courage to believe,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;courage to be you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;courage to love,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;courage to  give,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;courage to accept,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;courage to let go,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;courage to be vulnerable,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;  ...courage.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626416751143158478-9010414259613917268?l=sue-simpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626416751143158478/posts/default/9010414259613917268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-v5eeOcZnE/TkmuSK5Yv6I/AAAAAAAAAW0/4G9-Bkcny3Q/s1600/Jessica+Christmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-v5eeOcZnE/TkmuSK5Yv6I/AAAAAAAAAW0/4G9-Bkcny3Q/s200/Jessica+Christmas.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wonder as a child&lt;br /&gt;to see beauty in all&lt;br /&gt;to love and be loved.&lt;br /&gt;To cherish each moment&lt;br /&gt;not to judge, compare&lt;br /&gt;or have expectations.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes that sparkle&lt;br /&gt;a smile that warms&lt;br /&gt;love that radiates&lt;br /&gt;and captures your heart&lt;br /&gt;your soul.&lt;br /&gt;Allow yourself &lt;br /&gt;to see, feel, be&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;wonder as a child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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sprinkler outside makes&lt;br /&gt;that wonderful ch.ch.ch sound!&lt;br /&gt;the sun streams through the windows&lt;br /&gt;I feel at peace, hopeful and excited for the future.&lt;br /&gt;I do worry about my "better half" &lt;br /&gt;he's worried about the winter &lt;br /&gt;it's bringing him down&lt;br /&gt;the anxiety is back&lt;br /&gt;it creeps up on him and grabs hold.&lt;br /&gt;He is my love, my strength, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to pray &lt;br /&gt;for strength&lt;br /&gt;and God's will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626416751143158478-5848064901061285608?l=sue-simpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626416751143158478/posts/default/5848064901061285608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;i gave up, didn't i&lt;br /&gt;when nothing seem to work&lt;br /&gt;i quit trying.&lt;br /&gt;it made me worse.&lt;br /&gt;it's time for me to fight back&lt;br /&gt;this thing called fibro.&lt;br /&gt;i've made changes&lt;br /&gt;i must keep on changing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626416751143158478-9012980555343672577?l=sue-simpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626416751143158478/posts/default/9012980555343672577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626416751143158478/posts/default/9012980555343672577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-simpson.blogspot.com/2011/08/july-7-2008-its-hurts-to-move-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Earthtone 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