<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588238597625811446</id><updated>2009-11-07T22:33:47.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GLOBE DANCER</title><subtitle type='html'>"Maturity means gaining your lost innocence again, reclaiming your paradise, becoming a child again." Osho</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261554264083609950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588238597625811446.post-1126135490718441972</id><published>2009-07-21T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T17:18:26.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sukhi-In Heat!</title><content type='html'>Hey ya,&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine, you come home to your kitty, almost one year old, and she comes up to you rubbing, rubbing, rubbing, and then walking around in a squatted position, with tail up in the air, her little butt just a twitching in the air and howling in such a cat, loving way looking for someone to love on her tremedously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is what I came home to Sunday. First my roommate told me she was all lovey on her when she got home, and then later Sukhi woke up and the love and affection that was showered up on me, with the lovely little howling she does, how lovely. It’s like she’s so horny she just have to let out a howl, I know that feeling, I have been there, I just don’t go around with my butt up in the air shaking it and howling….that could be a good trick, it might work!!! Or I’d just be put away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I’ve only had male kitties and never remember from so many years ago what they go through and this being a girl kitty, never seen this and didn’t know what to do for her. I knew a friend years ago picked up his kitty, with her begging eyes, pleaded for him to do something to stop this. Here he was, thermometer in hand, ready to stick it in, her ready and willing and he just said “I can’t, it’s incestuous, you are my daughter” and put her down. She was so disappointed. I get that urge. I got on the web and one person gave the advice of: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Equipment: &lt;/strong&gt;-Cat in Heat&lt;br /&gt;-Q-Tip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Grab wailing, squirming cat and place it on your lap with its hind quarters readily accessible. Chances are the cat will freely offer them, if not the first time this procedure is followed, then certainly each time afterward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Insert the Q-tip into the cat's vagina. It will be exposed and puffy. Do not insert the Q-tip into the other orifice. Either way the cat will begin to scream, but there is a subtle and audible difference in the scream of satisfaction and the scream of rectal pain. Experiment a little until you can distinguish the two.  (she was basically telling everyone to stick the Q-tip in both orifices to see how she screams differently, is this crazy or what? No thank you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Move the Q-tip in and out of the cat's vagina slowly at first, then more rapidly. No need to be gentle, no matter what you do with the Q-tip it beats a barbed cat penis digging around in there.  (I’m sorry but cats are meant for that barbed penis, not a rough, cotton Q-tip that is being jammed into her who knows how deep and hard, YIKES-are you laughing, crying or mad yet, it’s not done yet). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You are finished when the cat is finished. You will know when the cat is finished because it will either begin immediately to have a cat orgasm, or it will run away with the Q-tip sticking out of its ass. If this happens let it enjoy itself for a few minutes before attempting to retrieve your Q-tip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-That is it, you are done. Enjoy the peace and quiet until the cat flares up again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to look for: The cat orgasm that follows this procedure is something the likes of which I have never seen elsewhere. It is a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wriggling, leaping, moaning dance of ecstasy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that defies any experience of pleasure my mind can even begin to grasp (I love that). If humans had orgasms with the intensity of a cat serviced in this way there would be no such thing as war, hunger, capitalism or God. (yes yes yes, let this be a lesson for humans, orgasms, not war!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background: A cat in heat is, with few exceptions, one of the most irritating things to have living in your home. A cat in heat will follow you around and howl at you in a bone chilling, hideous wail until you are ready just to toss it outside and let it get pounded by the local tom's. After a few days of this torture having to drown a few kittens sounds relaxing. This cat-saving technique was first demonstrated to me by a terminally un-squeemish roomate of years past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To continue now:&lt;br /&gt;This is funny, as I read another one that said how does she get her cat out of the pain she is in…do people not know what a horny cat looks like, feels like, sounds like? I’ve never had one, but Sukhi in heat, isn’t like she’s in pain, she’s just overly stimulated and wanting to be done in the most desperate of ways!!! Oh yes!&lt;br /&gt;So I finally called the vet and there is nothing for me to do but to love on her and get her fixed or pregnant. Since I’m not ready to be a grandmother, I think the fixed thing might have to happen, well after a week or so of her loving on me. Of course, when I did start to rub her back right at her tail she just started going crazy, then I started massaging the side of her butt/thighs and she basically came all over me. Wow. Kitty juice!!! Luckily that doesn’t bother me, I loved it and felt honored, though I know she doesn’t care who she gets it on as long as she gets some rubbing, loving and satisfaction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do look at my surgical gloves and wonder if I could help in some way, but think “my fingers are probably much too large, but then massaging might help. Yeash!&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said only her being inpregnated will stop her from being in heat. Ok then…who knows.  I think I’ll let nature do it’s thing. The great thing is she hasn’t tried to get out, hope that stays that way….she hasn’t realized the tomcats outside are sniffing, laying out on the side walk waiting for her. She notices them but doesn’t seem all the excited by them….strange, but good for me. I just need her to stay inside, away from them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much more going on but I thought I’d send one piece of info per email, &lt;br /&gt;Take care, hope you got a kick out of this, she is just adorable, when I get video uploaded I’ll attach it. &lt;br /&gt;Much love to you, Heather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588238597625811446-1126135490718441972?l=globedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/1126135490718441972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1588238597625811446&amp;postID=1126135490718441972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/1126135490718441972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/1126135490718441972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/2009/07/sukhi-in-heat.html' title='Sukhi-In Heat!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261554264083609950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01876815656368852578'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588238597625811446.post-7798615446179090217</id><published>2009-06-04T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:28:11.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Dancing Aerial Contact</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vbdBjtIQ4so&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vbdBjtIQ4so&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the dance Aerial Contact, as my friend, Rob and I call it. He introduced me to this dance 3+ years ago and he and I have redefined and expanded it over the years, to the point that I teach this now. &lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to share it with you. Enjoy! &lt;br /&gt;Bliss and love to you, Heather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588238597625811446-7798615446179090217?l=globedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/7798615446179090217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1588238597625811446&amp;postID=7798615446179090217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/7798615446179090217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/7798615446179090217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-dancing-aerial-contact.html' title='Me Dancing Aerial Contact'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261554264083609950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01876815656368852578'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588238597625811446.post-1776566403650290207</id><published>2009-06-02T14:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:09:40.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soulmate, Lessons, Dance, Life....</title><content type='html'>Hello there,&lt;br /&gt;How are you? I know, long time no hear. So much has been up, happening and I haven't taken the time to share. I truly think of so many so much but I just don't take the time write all the time individually, but I'd love to hear from you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I met my soulmate February 8th, this year, or should I say, A soulmate, as I don't feel there is only one for each person. It was amazing, breathing, exhilerating. We met each other in so many areas, first, on the dance floor-never have I been met so well on the dance floor by a man in my life. It was as if I was dancing with myself, slow, fast, contact, I lifted him up immediately and he went with it in such trust, I did not know he teaches Contact Improv since we'd never talked. In my first glance at him he inspired me to dance even more. When we connected it was as if I saw his soul, we lit up, we exploded off each other and then met up later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off the dance floor we met each other in such incredible, amazing ways that I'd never been met-in communication, sharing, truth,speaking all upfront and with love, compassion, making love like neither of had ever experienced and believing in so many of the same things, supporting each other through so much. I'd never been in something so connected, so easy when we were together. We just lit each other up, inspired and grew from know each other. I saw his soul, not so much his physicalness but his soul shined through. I get you don't choose your soulmates, they just come, and you can choose to embrace them or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, 4 months later, I found myself last week in a quandary and breaking up with him. As much as it was so powerful with him, he lives in Northern California and when apart, it was not so easy. When I realized I wasn't being met when we were apart, and being met could be energetically, phone, skype, notes, emails...but connectedness, showing up and meeting in the space of heart and soul. I realized it was time to end it, as hard as it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thought the morning after was "what did I do....so taking care of myself and doing what is best for me isn't always aligned with what I want". I sat with that, really allowed it to move through me and it take very long before I got..."but it is what I want...the big picture is I want my life partner, as so taking care of myself doesn't always look like what I want in the moment, but it is what I want for the long term". As he wasn't ready for a commitment. I am. It was a difference of where we are at and nothing more than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the lessons that have come from that since have been mind blowing...it's not always what we think. I woke up this morning, 5 days after I broke it off, and really feeling all the good stuff he and I had and went through together, breathing that all in and realized, there was only happiness, joy, bliss and excitement. As those experiences are mine, they are part of me and if I can remember them within me I have them and can bring them into my next relationship and manifest anything I want. As, if I can manifest someone so close to what I want, I can manifest someone better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can take these experiences away from me....I realized there wasn't one ounce of sadness, as I would have had in the past, I didn't feel a lack in the loss of not having it any more. I felt love, and gratitude and excitement for the lessons, for all those experiences and all the openings and love that I got to share, the gratitude is beyond anything I've ever imagined before. I felt it, I had it still living within me, it's still mine, it's a part of me and why not let that grow huge in me so I can go to my next step in the next relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How profound is all of this, to love, to allow the loss, cry when the tears come up, let everything flow through and see the joyful happy times, with no attachment to the past, but an opening to the future and celebrate, really celebrate. That's probably the most exciting thing I've ever felt. And that is the real gift of all of this...celebrating life, what we learn no matter how easy or hard it is. I got feel I was given so much in these 4 months with him, I love seeing and feeling those gifts and embracing them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the first morning I woke up without him being on my mind and this morning I woke up thrilled about life. I feel so empowered, so relieved by my choice to choose me, my future of keeping my intention to being with my soulmate/life partner this year. I feel this and have felt it for a very long time now. So I'll take joy over pain any day. I embraced the pain fully, I reached out for support and now I feel so clear it is perfect. I love the lessons of life, even these painful ones as it stretches me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few months have been pretty incredible anyway. I've taken to studying Contact Improv, going to do some workshops this summer in this work. I've been dancing 2-7 hours a day 3-5 days a week and this is very exciting to me. I have all kinds of plans for dance in my future and this really thrills me. Though just living in the moment is pretty profound too. I'll be putting up some videos soon of some of the dance I've been up too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Sedona, in Arizona to video my teachers at the Daka/Dakini Conference (sacred sexual healers). That was so much fun...learning to direct the cameras, being behind the scene as well as using my artistic eye to capture some incredible scenes at the conference. Meeting some amazing people, seeing my teachers and being with good friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more I can share but I'll stop there. Life is good and getting better. I love you all so very much. I miss hearing from you and wish you all your dreams coming true. Hugs and love, Heather&lt;br /&gt;Ps. I'll be sending out some links to some videos I was in soon as well, just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;PPS. Sukhi, my kitten, had her first bout of fleas and going to the vet, she's recovered from it all thankfully now, but man she was a little crazed there for a bit the poor thing. XXOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588238597625811446-1776566403650290207?l=globedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/1776566403650290207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1588238597625811446&amp;postID=1776566403650290207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/1776566403650290207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/1776566403650290207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/2009/06/soulmate-lessons-dance-life.html' title='Soulmate, Lessons, Dance, Life....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261554264083609950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01876815656368852578'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588238597625811446.post-3305295772674437054</id><published>2009-04-27T16:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:32:17.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Dance Video Fun!</title><content type='html'>Hello there,&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few videos I was in over the past few months, just for fun! We all get together after dancing for 3-4 hours and put these together as a community! &lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! Love, Heather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC Hammer:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bragster.com/brags/318649-entry-for-dance-on-the-songcant-touch-this-by-mc-hammer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Dance:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7k-LkOKNL_U&amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first (improvised) musical number:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q_DMIHv3ChM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588238597625811446-3305295772674437054?l=globedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/3305295772674437054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1588238597625811446&amp;postID=3305295772674437054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/3305295772674437054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/3305295772674437054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/2009/04/post-dance-video-fun.html' title='Post-Dance Video Fun!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261554264083609950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01876815656368852578'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588238597625811446.post-4036813347191277264</id><published>2009-03-11T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:49:55.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Thine Self Be True &amp; Love Is All There Is!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/Sbf5LtzqtUI/AAAAAAAAAZA/DVeHATgzxp0/s1600-h/Sukhi,+Daniel,+Caroline,+Feb+March+09+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/Sbf5LtzqtUI/AAAAAAAAAZA/DVeHATgzxp0/s200/Sukhi,+Daniel,+Caroline,+Feb+March+09+030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311988265176970562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/Sbf5LfeacfI/AAAAAAAAAY4/32obrrSgl-E/s1600-h/Sukhi,+Daniel,+Caroline,+Feb+March+09+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/Sbf5LfeacfI/AAAAAAAAAY4/32obrrSgl-E/s200/Sukhi,+Daniel,+Caroline,+Feb+March+09+021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311988261329727986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/Sbf5LHJCkzI/AAAAAAAAAYw/GoMvaA0LBwg/s1600-h/Sukhi,+Daniel,+Caroline,+Feb+March+09+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/Sbf5LHJCkzI/AAAAAAAAAYw/GoMvaA0LBwg/s200/Sukhi,+Daniel,+Caroline,+Feb+March+09+017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311988254797632306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/Sbf5K6OXPJI/AAAAAAAAAYo/ptfjf2UJsJ0/s1600-h/Jan+to+Feb+09,+Sukhi,+Daniel+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/Sbf5K6OXPJI/AAAAAAAAAYo/ptfjf2UJsJ0/s200/Jan+to+Feb+09,+Sukhi,+Daniel+044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311988251330296978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/Sbf5Kgy94CI/AAAAAAAAAYg/lZdsZhe5_WE/s1600-h/Jan+to+Feb+09,+Sukhi,+Daniel+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/Sbf5Kgy94CI/AAAAAAAAAYg/lZdsZhe5_WE/s200/Jan+to+Feb+09,+Sukhi,+Daniel+029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311988244504502306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the one photo with Sukhi, she is learning to fly on my feet, she did very good for about 1 or 2 minutes, Brave and Spirited Soul! She loves to nuzzle in my hair and she loves the laundry basket! My baby at 7-7.5 months old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there lovely Ones!&lt;br /&gt;How are you? I hope life is just TERRRRIFIC for you! My year has been pretty darn fine, though with it’s share of ups and downs as well. The first few weeks I was high as a kite and thrilled about the new year, full of giggles and on Progesterone to heal my fibroids. Well it is known as the happy drug, but when mixed with certain estrogens it can make you a little on and off emotionally, I went through that and then had to go off Progesterone for a month to adjust to no estrogen in my diet-lotions, shampoos, conditioners, laundry detergent. Wow, it is powerful what hormones can do to you and what it make you feel-the ups are so great and the downs, well they are crazy. But I’m back to normal now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cutting my finger and getting stitches I saw how the Universe still provided for me and how incredible things work in this energy filled world. I love manifesting love, abundance and positive things around me. Just believing it is there, that it can be and is there and then listen/wait for it to just come. &lt;br /&gt;I saw this AMAZING dance performance by this Dance Company by Diavolo, based in Los Angeles and wow wow WOW! I’ve never watched a dance performance where all you get sucked in by is the dance and movement. Typically the costumes are such a distraction and this company isn’t about the costumes, they dress simply, doing acrobatic, gymnastic type moves, while balancing on huge contraptions that move and roll. I heard about this company last year and thought to audition for them but had never seen them, but now, NOW I’ll be trying out for them in May or June! If I get in it is a 2 year commitment and traveling internationally doing what I most love-DANCE!!! So then my career title will be Dancer, which is what I feel I am at the heart of heart of things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all this I have started back dating again-nothing committed but I have met a wonderful man that is so beautiful and into so many of the things I’m into. We dance, play and laugh so similarly at and in life. When we dance, where we met, it’s like I am dancing with myself. I’ve never felt that ever in my life with a man. We have a lot of fun when we are together and we’ll see what happens. He lives in Northern California and there are a few things to work out but the great thing is I’m back dating again, my heart it opening and life is very full right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through meeting this man I found out about EMDR….this is the most amazing thing I’ve heard of yet for Post Traumatic Stress. Through my years of looking for a natural healing method for this I’ve found nothing that works. All doctors want to put you on medication but this is a therapeutic method, that they haven’t figured out why it works but it does with people that have PTSD. I started it 2 days after I heard about it and my life has changed. I feel so differently, I feel so strong and good about me, my relationships with myself and others. There is a confidence and sureness that has come over me. I mean it’s not always there, being human we have our moments. But I am looking at life to take care of me first and then others. And that is not always easy being a massage therapist, etc. But it is working, it is risking telling the truth at a cost, but so far it’s all working out. I’ve only had 2 sessions but man oh man, EMDR-google it, find out about it if you know of anyone that has had trauma in their lives. It gets them back to who they are. They use it for war veterans. So far I know of 2 people it’s healed and heard of 9 others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sukhi is growing like crazy, she is jumping straight up in the air to 3 or so feet to play with her toys, she is incredible. She stood with all four feet on my shoulders this morning trying to see as much as she could all around her, so very cute. I found her the other day balancing on the toilet seat as I ran out to get something and came back, Oh that was so funny-she’s learned not to fall or jump in it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am celebrating this week as Sunday I get a new roommate. I went to bed last Thursday asking the Universe to bring me the perfect roommate by Saturday and sure enough my girlfriend called me the next morning at 7:15am wanting to room with me. This woman feels like a baby sister to me and the bond is so lovely. We dance together and have so much to share and grow from the other, so there is much love and excitement for the change and bond!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is me for now, I’m sure there is more but for the most part this year is about dance and healing and so far it feels like it’s going in that direction. Step by step, breath by breath keep doing what you love and all will come to you that you love-even the challenges bring us special gifts. I know I’ve learned so much in cutting my finger, dating someone so far away, healing PTSD and fibroids, it’s not always easy but it’s better then doing nothing, watching life go by and not participating, not loving. We are here to love, be love, give and receive love.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up with these words in my mind and in my heart- To Thine Self Be True and Love Is All There Is. But it’s true, and what doesn’t kill us does make us stronger. Though I do believe we can heal though love and pain not only pain. &lt;br /&gt;Have a glorious day! To Thine Self Be True, Bliss and Love, Heather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588238597625811446-4036813347191277264?l=globedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/4036813347191277264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1588238597625811446&amp;postID=4036813347191277264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/4036813347191277264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/4036813347191277264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-thine-self-be-true-love-is-all-there.html' title='To Thine Self Be True &amp; Love Is All There Is!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261554264083609950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01876815656368852578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/Sbf5LtzqtUI/AAAAAAAAAZA/DVeHATgzxp0/s72-c/Sukhi,+Daniel,+Caroline,+Feb+March+09+030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588238597625811446.post-7578164312663326161</id><published>2009-02-06T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T10:36:55.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Medicine, Hoppin', Sukhi, Meditation!</title><content type='html'>Hello, hello, hello,&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!!!! Actually the start of 2 New Years, Western and Chinese! I feel them just as powerfully! The year of 2009 = 11, which is a powerful number and I find will be a powerfully creative time for all people. Then the year of the Ox, it's an abundant year where people will fall in love and find life partners. All which sounds great to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past year has been good to me from being in New Zealand, backing by myself in Australia, to being filmed in a Tantric Video, to being written up in Playgirl on Tantra on the Beach (at a nudist resort), creating and teaching a dance I absolutely love and opening to more love and passion in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year so far has started out with a BANG! First, in my search for finding a way of healing Fibroids in women, I found a doctor that has had an 85% rate of healing these things out of the body! All naturally and without any cutting! First of all you need to go on something that is naturally known as happy medicine for women! Oh man, this was really AMAZING the first 1 or 2 weeks, giggles all the time, dancing down the beach, not caring what anyone things and man oh man the bliss, and the sleep you don't need when you are so happy! If anyone is interested in more info on this, let me know, I can give info on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dancing with this guy for the past 4 or 5 months now that is a professional dancer, we have just had so much fun! Well this has opened me to see where I want to go in my dance. And in this I started taking Private Tango lessons from him, which at first was intense, very sexy and I think I may have even blushed once-yes I do that! Try doing the Besa (sp?), the kiss, move without having a reaction to it if you feel it in your body when some beautiful man his holding you in his arms-OH MY! Well I think it will take a few years just to find out how I'm to stand and breathe and dance all at the same time-hold your stomach up and in, chest out, almost at an angle toward your partner, keep your upper body in one place and then have your feet go in one direction and have your upper body face in a different direction-and don't forget to breathe and HAVE FUN! Yikes! But the 3 session I had were really great, the last one was the best as I started to finally feel it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December I had gone out on the Promenade in Santa Monica with this guy and got a small taste of Lindy Hop and Salsa! I know I loved Salsa when I took lessons in India back in 2000-2001, so that was great. Well I woke up last week 2 days in a row with images of this dance that I could only say it must have been Lindy Hop. So I had to go. I took my first lesson last night-MAN OH MAN!!! This must be the most fun dance with steps in the world! I mean, you can't be unhappy or think anything but happy thoughts and be in bliss when you are dancing this! My immediate reaction was "hey my mother used to do this in our living room" what fun! Well sign me up as I am now not only signed up for 4 classes, but next week I'll be signing up for 4 more, if not a double class one one of those nights! Oh my oh my! Such excitement! On top of it, I met someone last night that wants to practice with me, so we did that today, on top of another aquaintance and I will be going out (he's been doing this for years) Lindy Hopping the night away tomorrow night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have one man that I have met via the internet that wants to start doing Salsa with me! I am loving this! I'll let you know what happens with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting great images of how I want to dance, how I want to perform-which is a HUGE intention for this year! I am also looking at different dance company's and have written a few to see if we'd be a good fit! I'm excited by all the possibilities of everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sukhi, my kitty is now 6 months, she's been amazing and a little monster all at the same time. She is learning she has claws and how to use them on the carpeting, couch and sometimes if you get close enough to love on her-well your skin gets to experience her claws too. The training of getting her not to do this is very challenging for me. I love her and get tired of the word no-still. But lately she has been going through teenage stuff, "leave me alone or I'll tear your up, now love me, no, not that way, this way...or else I'll leave if you don't do it just so...oh goodness, I'll sit over here then...purrr purrr purrr". Yes that is what it seems like she says in her reaction to people. She loves licking hair, head hair, armpit hair-especially sweaty armpit hair, all those pheromones she loves, she loves to sleep in my armpit if I lay on the floor-she sleeps alone now-no longer wanting to cuddle. She loves to lick, which I love...so sweet. Her eyes has gone from green to now they are yellow, very different, but lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is already teaching me to trust, I ended up cutting my finger deeply on a mirror and had to have 5 stitches and being a massage therapist and someone who needs my hands to dance-well this put things on pause for about 2 weeks. I luckily just trusted, I got a lot done and people came to me for meditations, exercises that didn't use my hands or I could use mostly my forearms or right hand for massaging or just energy work. I did end up teaching until my doctor told me to stop it as my cut wasn't healing because of it. OOPs! Plus he didn't stress how important it was to use the brace on my finger and after 24 hours I hit the brace really hard, took it off and decided it wasn't needed-another ooops, wrong. Tssk tssk to me. Well once the doctor told me to stop teaching and wear it, I did it, even longer then expected, just to make up for not doing it before! Do I get brownie points for that? Who knows, but it's healing now. In another week I assume it will be back to normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there is much more to tell, but I'll let cha go for now. Oh, it's been lovely this year, I am back to meditating daily, which has been amazing, to the point of connnecting directly with spirit in such a way that I heard the voice of my guide. Such a magical experience and in perfect timing. As I needed some support in letting go and it just was perfect for calming the soul and directing me to peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sending you love and light! Follow Your Hearts Desire, this is my mantra this year, maybe it can be yours as well!&lt;br /&gt;Blissfully and lovingly, Heather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588238597625811446-7578164312663326161?l=globedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/7578164312663326161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1588238597625811446&amp;postID=7578164312663326161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/7578164312663326161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/7578164312663326161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-medicine-hoppin-sukhi-meditation.html' title='Happy Medicine, Hoppin&apos;, Sukhi, Meditation!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261554264083609950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01876815656368852578'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588238597625811446.post-87448634114706346</id><published>2009-01-13T22:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:22:00.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Art!</title><content type='html'>Life is Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Life is Art&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel that?&lt;br /&gt;See it?&lt;br /&gt;Taste it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take a moment…&lt;br /&gt;How do you eat? &lt;br /&gt;From the time you see your food&lt;br /&gt;To the time that you are placing it in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;To the way you chew it&lt;br /&gt;To how you swallow it&lt;br /&gt;It’s all art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you take in the scent of your food&lt;br /&gt;This is art&lt;br /&gt;How much time do you take to really smell your food?&lt;br /&gt;Taking it in before you take it in&lt;br /&gt;It’s an art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you look at your life, &lt;br /&gt;The people who pass you on the street&lt;br /&gt;How you hug&lt;br /&gt;How you reach out and touch someone’s shoulder&lt;br /&gt;It’s art&lt;br /&gt;Life is art, yes it is, so much of it is, what isn’t art? &lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what isn’t art……My mind goes blank to find something that isn’t art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fire that warms you is art,&lt;br /&gt;How you placed the logs, &lt;br /&gt;What paper you used to light the fire&lt;br /&gt;What colors came at first when it came to light&lt;br /&gt;How did you place to paper? &lt;br /&gt;Was it paper that shifted colors as it started&lt;br /&gt;It’s all art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you taste &lt;br /&gt;that first glass of liquid in the morning&lt;br /&gt;the taste of your lovers skin&lt;br /&gt;how you run your tongue over them&lt;br /&gt;it’s art, oh yes it’s art&lt;br /&gt;making love is art, it’s one of the greatest arts&lt;br /&gt;moving, meshing, merging, breathing in, tasting,&lt;br /&gt;smelling, feeling, licking, blissing&lt;br /&gt;the pleasure of moving together&lt;br /&gt;different speeds, positions, slower, faster&lt;br /&gt;eyes open, eyes closed, &lt;br /&gt;dancing in and around the others body&lt;br /&gt;touching, kissing, pulling, pushing, caressing,&lt;br /&gt;nails scratching, biting, contractions, explosions of openness&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, making love, the best form of art&lt;br /&gt;slow down and really appreciate it&lt;br /&gt;open all those senses&lt;br /&gt;and then quicken the pace of passion&lt;br /&gt;yes, it’s art, such luscious art&lt;br /&gt;the art of love, of passion, of heaven&lt;br /&gt;art, oh art, yes loving making is art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the art of walking&lt;br /&gt;Dancing, smiling, how your eyes move&lt;br /&gt;What clothes you put on, how you put them on&lt;br /&gt;How you touch your body-oh yes, this is definitely art&lt;br /&gt;Putting that oil or lotion on your skin, &lt;br /&gt;Soaping up your body in the shower&lt;br /&gt;How you lather up your hair&lt;br /&gt;Shave your legs or face-if you do such artful things&lt;br /&gt;They are all art&lt;br /&gt;Next time you do one of these things see the art in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you place the book back on the shelf&lt;br /&gt;Opening your computer or turning it on&lt;br /&gt;How you pet your pet &lt;br /&gt;How you pull the blanket up over your in bed&lt;br /&gt;Turning on and off the light&lt;br /&gt;Yes it’s all art&lt;br /&gt;As life is art&lt;br /&gt;Just look around you&lt;br /&gt;The chair you sit in&lt;br /&gt;The scent you are smelling&lt;br /&gt;how it was cooked &amp; the smoke that rose from it when it was cooked&lt;br /&gt;Such art every where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you put on your shoes to go to work, &lt;br /&gt;For your hike, to the store or to go to those dance lessons/classes&lt;br /&gt;It’s all beauty, it’s all art&lt;br /&gt;It’s just how we look at it&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are about art&lt;br /&gt;See where art is all around you&lt;br /&gt;Within you and is you&lt;br /&gt;Art is life, life is art&lt;br /&gt;Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather Rhea Dawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588238597625811446-87448634114706346?l=globedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/87448634114706346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588238597625811446.post-6772166034566455810</id><published>2009-01-02T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T17:46:10.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance with Presence, Dance with Life, Dance In Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SV7CJ9N5I5I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/AD-zM6Exyvc/s1600-h/I%27m+back+Party+March+08+063+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SV7CJ9N5I5I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/AD-zM6Exyvc/s200/I%27m+back+Party+March+08+063+II.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286876488886985618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SV7CJqNA0tI/AAAAAAAAAYI/V3u5RPIbAYc/s1600-h/I%27m+back+Party+March+08+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SV7CJqNA0tI/AAAAAAAAAYI/V3u5RPIbAYc/s200/I%27m+back+Party+March+08+052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286876483783021266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SV7CJZSYdrI/AAAAAAAAAYA/89i_Bgy7WB4/s1600-h/I%27m+back+Party+March+08+054+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 109px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SV7CJZSYdrI/AAAAAAAAAYA/89i_Bgy7WB4/s200/I%27m+back+Party+March+08+054+II.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286876479242139314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance with Presence, Dance with Life, Dance In Life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Dance is the journey&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;Yes it is. &lt;br /&gt;The dance isn't the end point, &lt;br /&gt;it is the now point, &lt;br /&gt;the here and now point. &lt;br /&gt;We are all dancing right now, &lt;br /&gt;it's called life....this dance&lt;br /&gt;The dance is life&lt;br /&gt;Or is it life is the Dance.&lt;br /&gt;I say yes to both&lt;br /&gt;Be Present, Be here and now&lt;br /&gt;Be Life&lt;br /&gt;Be the dance&lt;br /&gt;Allow your heart to sing each moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sing, dance, feel&lt;br /&gt;Let it be heard&lt;br /&gt;And LIVE by IT&lt;br /&gt;It screams to be lived by&lt;br /&gt;It cries, it celebrates, it wishes, it hopes&lt;br /&gt;Oh let it soar,let your heart be heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let you heart move your dance&lt;br /&gt;This way your heart gets to dance&lt;br /&gt;Be seen, be felt, be heard, and LIVED!&lt;br /&gt;Yes be LIVED fully, right here right now.&lt;br /&gt;So listen, &lt;br /&gt;oh listen &lt;br /&gt;listen so closely&lt;br /&gt;so still-ly&lt;br /&gt;yes, be still&lt;br /&gt;be ever so quiet&lt;br /&gt;you'll hear it&lt;br /&gt;it will speak to you&lt;br /&gt;so go in, close your beautiful eyes&lt;br /&gt;let that heart, that big glorious heart of yours&lt;br /&gt;be heard&lt;br /&gt;and then dance it's dance&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate it's passion, your desire&lt;br /&gt;Expand, explore, explode!!!&lt;br /&gt;As there is NOTHING we can't do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing we can do is dance our hearts desires!&lt;br /&gt;Lets go in and rise up, &lt;br /&gt;raise up out of our sleep&lt;br /&gt;and LIVE OUR DREAMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's live our dance, our song, our hearts words and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;The time is now&lt;br /&gt;Will you listen?&lt;br /&gt;Will you dance now?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can reach out for support if you feel you can't do it alone&lt;br /&gt;We will support each other to grow, to lift our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Let's dance, sing and listen together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance you dance&lt;br /&gt;Sing your song&lt;br /&gt;Live your heart's desire&lt;br /&gt;Love yourself this much&lt;br /&gt;To LISTEN, to LIVE, to BE, to BE 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href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/2009/01/dance-with-presence-dance-with-life.html' title='Dance with Presence, Dance with Life, Dance In Life!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261554264083609950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01876815656368852578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SV7CJ9N5I5I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/AD-zM6Exyvc/s72-c/I%27m+back+Party+March+08+063+II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588238597625811446.post-1314366152948379658</id><published>2008-12-04T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T17:15:21.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES! My Kitten Dances!!! Goals &amp; Dreams!</title><content type='html'>YES! My Kitten Dances!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wild, amazing and great month! Right now I’m in integration and recovery from so much love, healing and opening! WOW WOW WOW! It’s been a passionate month of growth, dance, connection and energy sharing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure how many read my last blog, I didn’t post it but it is here later on this page. But I have under gone some glorious Tantric healings that have completely opened me up to myself and released so many fears and opened to so much pleasure, joy and bliss that wore myself out. Sharing energy with people on the dance floor, shaking, vibrating and flowing in the bliss of connection, I found myself laughing, going in deep and coming out peaceful. Oh yes, life is so very good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of this my birthday was last week, odd week for me in one way as I was so introverted, wanting to be inside, feeling and just to be with myself. But then having planned a party for myself and because of a certain internet networking group so many found out it was my birthday and so much love was outpoured on me. I had to reach out and into receive a deepening of receiving to take in all the love that was there, for me. There was a sharing of such gorgeous stories of my relationships with all of the people at my party as well as how they feel about me in their lives. It was an exercise of opening, expanding and allowing all of this in. I feel everyone should experience this at least once a year. We have no idea how we touch people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then of course on the day I got to got to go to dance and be celebrated by the lift, I was high on life on top of being in their hands, being held by their arms, hearts and legs. All I could do it laugh and celebrate in the bliss of all these loving being surrounding me, supporting me and celebrating me. WOW! YES! YUMMY!  BLISS to the max! And then right after that a girlfriend depants-ed (how do you spell that, goodness) me! Yep, and of course what do I do, I squeal! One guy came up to say thanks for the squeal, as it drew more attention to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing dance classes at my home for the past few months and Monday I decided to step it up and actually teach some of the aerial contact, stretches and trust exercises, it was so fun. I loved it! What was even more fun is to find that my kitty loves to dance too! Yes she dances and now even more so. I will be walking around the house and she’ll come out and grab my leg and swing around, no claws just dancing. She’ll walk under us as we dance, go through our legs, rub up against us and I’ll pick her up from time to time to include her more in the contact dance. It’s so great! I love that she is so social, so willing to join, very confident with everything and knows she won’t get squashed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this time alone, I’ve been really feeling gratitude for so much in my life, the people, my health, my ability to dance, to teach my passion and to share this with the people in my life. Though my biggest thing I’m grateful for is my community, of dancers, of tanticas, my friends that touch me. My life is full, my heart if full, I am touched my the ones close to me, the ones that I touch and how we move, grow, laugh, cry and expand together. I finally have best friends to share my life with and that has been a long time. If you remember all those months ago, my first month in Thailand I put my intention to have more females in my life and have a best friend that is female. Well I have that now and then some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to intentions for the coming year, which I am so very excited for as I feel so supported. It’s so easy to run from our dreams. Though my dreams have never really changed, maybe shifted but not changed since I was 4 years old. The main one is “I am a dancer” that is and has been and always will be my truth. So this coming year, I’m creating a life where dance is the base of my life. Performing, teaching, creating, opening to more and expanding in the light of dance, which is my soul. I want Dance to be the center of my life and will be and so it is! It’s time, at 39 years old, though I feel 26 years old, it’s time to live this dream. How about you, what is your dream, your unlived dream? Something to think about, feel into and go for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend my days now listening to music, dancing, filing music, working out, thinking of new ways to teach, looking at how to shift my space I teach in now and make it bigger-some new redecorating is in order! It’s time, commitment and a little time and it will happen! What is even more incredible is how much support I’m getting in all of this. I have people wanting to support me in giving me more ideas on how I can expand my work. So I’m thrilled to be creating with people on this project of dance, living, supporting myself and creating a life of dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all of this, I am getting the chance to support others in their dreams with possibly being in their videos, etc. More on that later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good here, still a bit internal at times, but it feels good, healthy and very self loving. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being in my life, thanks for being the precious soul you are. I appreciate you.&lt;br /&gt;Much love to you, Heather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Remember to tell the ones you love, that you love them, as you may not get a second chance! XXXOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588238597625811446-1314366152948379658?l=globedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/1314366152948379658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1588238597625811446&amp;postID=1314366152948379658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/1314366152948379658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/1314366152948379658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/2008/12/yes-my-kitten-dances-goals-dreams.html' title='YES! My Kitten Dances!!! Goals &amp; Dreams!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261554264083609950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01876815656368852578'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588238597625811446.post-9217969411341825975</id><published>2008-11-24T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:52:17.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Real Day Off!!!</title><content type='html'>November 18, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Real Day Off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning from a very blissful yesterday. I had a great work out yesterday, I did some Tantric work with a friend that was so healing for both of us. I was the giver but man oh man, you really heal on both sides, being the giver and receiver in this glorious work. It opens one up to all the issues at hand, our blocks, fears and has us go in deeper, dive in, feel, sense, eyes open….fully awake, incredibly conscious we grow, let go and go through our stuff. It is so magical to be doing such deep work, so consciously. I can’t tell you how fulfilling it is to be touched consciously, to touch consciously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter if it’s sexual or arousing, non arousing…it’s the fact that you can feel love coming into your body, or going out into another’s body. That bring a certain centered, energy rising, relaxed feeling within. It is so comforting to the soul to know that the one who is touching is touching out of love, not need, not wondering about the next step or if we are going have sex…..as it’s all healing….there is no sex, there is no next step, it’s conscious loving touch, it’s raising the energy and letting it expand and open and then spreading it through the body and then raising, relaxing all over again. It’s expansion like I’ve never known and all in safe hands of a friend, not a lover, just a loving friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after this Tantric afternoon I went to a friends place to dance amongst friends. Through opening to give this work earlier it opened me to really give and receive energy in the dance and Pow, Boom, Bang!!!! Passion, love, heart opening experiences happened. The fear of “what if….this or what if that” left the building, my energy was open, everyone felt it and thank goodness it was contagious and we all just took off in sensual delight of a dance. I raised my friends into the air, I taught the dance I love so much through flying them into the air, having them laugh, melt and fall in love with the dance even more. Honestly it just cracks me up to lift someone and have them immediately laugh, look at me and the feeling that pours from them is love, love of the dance, love for being there and the love for the dancer holding them, that would be me-it’s powerful.  One guy that showed up that night, new to energy got so opened, he was vibrating for some days afterward, very powerful stuff and so healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was my friends birthday and after a lovely delicious and intimate night of dance we all gave him a clothed massage until I broke out the ice cream…..we used him as beautiful tray and ate the ice cream off his back….well at least the women did, the men weren’t too into that with another man. He laughed with joyous bliss and we closed in a very intimate hug of the group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, after 8 hours of sleep, waking up at 9am, I curled up, snuggled and cuddled with Sukhi, she purred and just drank it in. Then I was up to check emails, get some breakfast going, just being in the moment. It was lovely. I decided to give Sukhi her first bath for no reason but to get her used to the water. I went into the tub with her. I put her down into the tub and she turned in fright and hung on to me, no claws-amazing how she can do that. She was so scared…I just held her, let her move, let her cling to me and then when she realized I was there, she wasn’t going to drown she relaxed and sat there with me. She allowed me to put water on her as she looked up at me checking in with me. I think making sure she was ok. I feel since I was in there with her she felt safer. It was a bonding moment for us. I grabbed her towel, wrapped her up in it and took her into the living room, rocking her like a baby, drying her slowly as she gazed up at me knowing she was ok and feeling safe in my arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After putting her down I walked into the other room, I sat down and picked up one of my Tantra books to read more on the subject. Reading about women and Tantra, and how important having our own practice is and how our bodies respond to stimulation, orgasm, sex and pregnancy. It was so powerful to read about. It got me very centered, very here and now. It woke something up in me even more powerful then it was just yesterday, a centeredness, an awakening to do the practice and go to share the energy with others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the day moved on, I drove down to the beach and took a walk. The beach beckoned me like a moth craving that flame. I needed to be outside, I needed the fresh air, the sound of the sea and the sand beneath my feet. As I walked something told me to stop, stop here. So I did. I lay down on my sarong and went into this deep place of the now. My mind of course left and came back but honestly there wasn’t a whole lot of attachment to the thoughts, the thoughts just passed. So gorgeous to just feel my body on the sand, to be present, to feel my body pressing into the sand, the perfect temperature of the sun radiating on my body, the breeze was just at the right speed for comfort and presence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed there for I’m not sure how long….all I do know is two things, one is I usually get off the beaching saying “I have to do this or that” pushing myself to leave, but today there wasn’t that, I was just in bliss for having this glorious time there, I felt very full and not rushed. As I stood and walked to my car I felt, now this is a day off. No plans, no where to be, just being present, reading, writing, being in nature….opening, seeing the thoughts, feeling my feelings and moving forward. I learned so much in the time of relaxation, no stressful thoughts-well one, when this man yelled at me on the road, but oh well….: ) I moved on. I got back to my car and the second thing I noticed was that I’d been out there for 2 ½ hours, WOW, how lovely. Then it really felt like a real day off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I went with a girlfriend to Deep Creek. This is a magical place the people drive 2- 2 ½ hours to hike down to this river about 45 minutes to let go of the city. You strip off. No need for clothes there, there were a few locals there as it wasn’t the weekend. And we all sat in the numerous natural hot springs, then dip in the ice cold river and back to the hot springs. Laying on the earth was just lovely, feeling the warmth, the cold, all of it was so lovely. It was a hard decision at first to go, I felt like I was playing hooky from school, which I didn’t even do in school…but I had no clients that day and said “what the heck” and went for it. I’m glad I did. I came back to dance with friends until midnight and then passed out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That relaxed feeling from the hot springs stayed with me through out the next day. &lt;br /&gt;I see everyone around me, including myself going through so much lately, so much is being worked through. I think it’s partly the holidays coming up, the new year coming up pressing on them that another year is here and the reality that dreams want to come out of all of us and they want to be looked at, felt and manifested. I can feel them all happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know for me I am being requested more and more every week to teach dance so I feel I’m weeks away from that, maybe sooner. I teach it to people anyway, so why not have a class with it. How fun! We might as well enjoy what we do for work, it allows more success into our lives and passion for others to see, feel and grow from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been thinking about success and what it takes to be a successful person. And what I have really gotten is not that they have made a lot of money, the dollar amount doesn’t make someone successful. It’s the amount of joy and happiness they get from their work and the allowance of love all around them. This is what makes one successful. So if we can just remember to do what we love, what we are passionate about we will grow in success, as people will see you love it and they will come to you.  We’ve all seen the opposite, why not choose the other way, it really is the easier path, for the heart and soul that is and sometimes even for the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, last Tuesday I received another Tantric Healing session and it was powerful, the tears, the tenderness, the passion, the ecstaticness, sadness and so much that came up to be seen, felt, embraced, breathed through and to be held in the light of love no matter what. Such beautiful, healing work. I am grateful for this time, for this work and for the power to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you be healing, may you find success in all areas of your life and may you be surrounded by love always.&lt;br /&gt;Love and blessings, Heather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588238597625811446-9217969411341825975?l=globedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/9217969411341825975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1588238597625811446&amp;postID=9217969411341825975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/9217969411341825975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/9217969411341825975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/2008/11/real-day-off.html' title='A Real Day Off!!!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261554264083609950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01876815656368852578'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588238597625811446.post-2964483659688407107</id><published>2008-11-10T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:51:21.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommihood, Dreams Coming True &amp; On International Radio!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SRiCBVnPBuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/wlDk7DHQtnY/s1600-h/Sukhi+Oct+to+Nov+08+106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SRiCBVnPBuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/wlDk7DHQtnY/s200/Sukhi+Oct+to+Nov+08+106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267102723702982370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SRiCA6BWyMI/AAAAAAAAASI/lmDYnv9a1BA/s1600-h/Sukhi+Oct+to+Nov+08+104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SRiCA6BWyMI/AAAAAAAAASI/lmDYnv9a1BA/s200/Sukhi+Oct+to+Nov+08+104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267102716296349890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SRiCARr5MxI/AAAAAAAAASA/Jdt7YhIVmq8/s1600-h/Sukhi+Oct+to+Nov+08+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SRiCARr5MxI/AAAAAAAAASA/Jdt7YhIVmq8/s200/Sukhi+Oct+to+Nov+08+051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267102705468912402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SRiB_xOvlkI/AAAAAAAAAR4/xKXyfebJlzY/s1600-h/Sukhi+Oct+to+Nov+08+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SRiB_xOvlkI/AAAAAAAAAR4/xKXyfebJlzY/s200/Sukhi+Oct+to+Nov+08+023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267102696756713026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SRiB_jyS4yI/AAAAAAAAARw/0XXEtRCUguw/s1600-h/Sukhi+Oct+to+Nov+08+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SRiB_jyS4yI/AAAAAAAAARw/0XXEtRCUguw/s200/Sukhi+Oct+to+Nov+08+016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267102693147730722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there,&lt;br /&gt;How are you? I hope you are finding fun, play and exploration in your life everyday! For me Sukhi is keeping me on my toes. I really have gotten a small taste of what it would be like to be a mommy. And oh my goodness the motherly intincts that kick in are powerful- to protect, to clean, to nurture, to care for. I was driving her in my car and I was extra aware of her being in my car and driving more safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the photos above are a few of her favorite places to be-in the window for fresh air and light, next to my computer when I am working and then a few with me. She will also lay in the bed of a plant I have too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a funny story, this happened this morning. Now Sukhi has a fascination with the bathroom. I'm not sure if it's because the door is always shut and she can't get in there all the time or what, but she loves to play with the little hair catchers and fly them all over the bathroom. She loves to study, sit, lick and play in the sink and the tub. She has even gotten so curious whilst I'm taking a bath that she fell in. Oh the poor thing didn't know what hit her. I wrapped her up in my towel and cuddled her up until she was ready to come out of the towel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this morning beat that. She heard me in the bathroom, she came flying around the corner and without knowing or thinking she flew up onto the toilet, where the toilet seat was up and in she went into the toilet-YIKES!!! To make it worse what she didn't know was it wasn't clean water-not that you wanted to know that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized the next step and chased after her, hoping she wouldn't get on anything, I grabbed her, put her in the tub and she officially had her first bath. She did so well...so much that by the end I didn't even have to keep my hands on her. She just sat there and got bathed, rinsed and then let me wrap her up, dry her off until she was ready to lick herself off and go off to play again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say she has really changed my life, opening my heart, showing me how to just cuddle with her in the mornings, she makes me realize there is more to life then to focus on work, though I almost feel that there is space for me to really go in and dream my dreams, and now they are manifesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, about 3 months ago I realized day and night I started really dreaming of the dance the I do with Rob, which we call Aerial Contact. We tend to dance and create more and more of it 3-6 times a week. It so thrills and excites me. I actually get depressed if I don't get to do it for a week, my whole system is just so happy when I'm flying. But something shifted about 6-8 weeks ago with it. About 2 months ago I started having dance in my home every Thursday and once I started that I started lifting and flying people. I have no fell in love with flying people, lifting them into the air and just allowing them to float, fly, flow and dance, swing or what ever they need to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love doing this especially with people who haven't flown before as once they come down off me they look completely blissed out. It's as if they had a little peice of heaven, one of my friends told me it was as if he went back to the womb or being held by his mother, very safe and held so warmly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men have a special reaction to it especially when a woman lifts them. First none of them can believe me, being around 125 lbs, can lift them being 165-185 lbs. But after some practice and time I can do it and it's so fun. Now I can't take them to my shoulders but it's so delicious to take them around my waist and as high as I can,sometimes to my chest. It's so much fun and they are just completely in heaven to be held, flown and slowly moved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even some of my female friends are just so excited they can't get enough. I keep getting people asking me to teach it, so I am teaching it more and more in my home and will probably make it more of a class soon instead of just friends coming over. One of my next steps is to start performing this work. It's so powerful and intimate. It teaches people balance, slowing down, strength and how to be in relationship with another and it truly is a meditation. It takes me to God or Spirit higher and faster then anything I have ever felt in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been turned on to something in the past few weeks that involves lifting and I had never thought about. But it combines Acrobats with Yoga and after watching these people lift people into yoga poses with their legs and arms, I just had to be a part of it. I took two classes. The second one sold me on it. I was in an odd mood all day-it had been a hard week with work, etc, but I went the class and came out high as a kite and my business turned around the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the following weekend I went off to their 3 day workshop and explored some really fun work of Acroyoga. What I really loved about it is how community oriented it is, how you stretch with others and really get to connect with people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is really taking me in a direction I love. I am getting ready for another change that has to do with dance, but it is still brewing and I can let you know when it is manifested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other HUGE thing that has happened lately was I was on International Radio the other day. This has been in the plans for months and it finally happened. It went out to over a million people world wide. This woman who does a radio show dreamt of interviewing someone that teaches Tantra/Sacred Sexuality and her name was Heather. So she went into her computer, punched that in and came up with me. We got along great. Deborah is an amazing spirit, the woman who interviewed me. We just really click. So we put it into action, it got postponed several times and then finally Thursday we had a great one hour session and she wants me back for Valentines. It will be up on the internet for uploading for free for 3 months in 2 weeks. So I'll let you know about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That interview really lifted me, I was so excited. This week with the whole president election, I think with astrology, etc everyone is in an emotional state. Most everyone I know are really inward and having breakdowns and break throughs whilst spending time alone. I have felt this hugely. Firstly on Tuesday as the election was going on and the day went on I could feel people starting to breathe. It was as if all of of the US or LA had been holding their breath and when they realized we were about to have the change we needed and it was here everything started to relax. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then by that night everyone exploded in tears, laughter, the fear was released. On Wednesday is when it really hit me and I just let the tears flow, finally, the change has happened. I could feel the Universe around me breathe and my shoulders could come down and I could melt into my life. The moment I released all the pent up holding, pain, fear, angst and the relief came into me, knowing the business would be looking up and soar. Sure enough, I got booked Wednesday. I was blessed last week with some great new clients that I've already had repeat sessions with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the US is calming. I'm very excited by this. Finally, we had a real election, got a real life family president, no cheating on the ballets, no fake president, a real person and for the first time an African American President for us, but more importantly is a real family man. WE need that for America. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So between dance, friends, my kitty, working on an invention for people to help their dance, hiking, working out, lifting people and back writing, (started my writing class again!!!!) I am busy, though some slow times here and there. Actually starting to buddy up with people to get projects done. As us self employed people can really get un-action oriented so we are really reaching out and starting to feel a need to keep one another on track. It's very exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all your loving heart dreams come true. I would love to hear what you are up to. Even if it's the struggle for getting out of the struggle. I've been there, I'm there almost every week at times. Life has it's ups and downs, we just have to keep thinking the next higher vibrational thought. The thought that supports us to be more positive, go further, reach higher. We all need support, so reach out, the pain we all have is a shared pain, we are never alone and maybe someone will inspire you to look a little more positive, give you a hand with a loving word and then life will brighten up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to Esther &amp; Jerry Hicks lately and they just blow me away. I love it. I use their work so often now within my life. I highly recommend them. She channels a spirit named Abraham who is actually several spirits but has much to teach and share with us about moving into a higher frequency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I send you love and many hugs, Blissfully, Heather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a poem I wrote about Sukhi the other day:&lt;br /&gt;November 5, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sukhi in the Morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke to her in the curve of my neck&lt;br /&gt;Yes, nuzzled in there&lt;br /&gt;Nice and tight&lt;br /&gt;Warm and softly breathing&lt;br /&gt;I nuzzled her with my chin&lt;br /&gt;She took her arm across my chest &lt;br /&gt;Pressing in closer&lt;br /&gt;Relaxing deeper&lt;br /&gt;More contently&lt;br /&gt;Ever so sweetly&lt;br /&gt;As I petted her with my chin&lt;br /&gt;She started purring&lt;br /&gt;Yes it got so loud with love&lt;br /&gt;So in love&lt;br /&gt;It made my heart sing&lt;br /&gt;After minutes she rose to face me &lt;br /&gt;With her sleepy little face&lt;br /&gt;Her golden eyes not quite open&lt;br /&gt;Her half black, partially white and orange face&lt;br /&gt;Looking at me sleepily&lt;br /&gt;And I knew, &lt;br /&gt;I knew&lt;br /&gt;I am her mommy&lt;br /&gt;This is Sukhi in the Morning with Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588238597625811446-2964483659688407107?l=globedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/2964483659688407107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1588238597625811446&amp;postID=2964483659688407107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/2964483659688407107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/2964483659688407107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/2008/11/mommihood-dreams-coming-true-on.html' title='Mommihood, Dreams Coming True &amp; On International Radio!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261554264083609950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01876815656368852578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SRiCBVnPBuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/wlDk7DHQtnY/s72-c/Sukhi+Oct+to+Nov+08+106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588238597625811446.post-58401069245097729</id><published>2008-10-08T17:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T18:20:13.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a GIRL!!!! Sukhi!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SO1Xz04SyjI/AAAAAAAAARI/_CR8yJxOmAI/s1600-h/Sukhi,+Casanova,+Shanti+Sept+08+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SO1Xz04SyjI/AAAAAAAAARI/_CR8yJxOmAI/s200/Sukhi,+Casanova,+Shanti+Sept+08+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254952888090937906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SO1Xz_wg2hI/AAAAAAAAARQ/f1uM-rT92iQ/s1600-h/Sukhi,+Casanova,+Shanti+Sept+08+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SO1Xz_wg2hI/AAAAAAAAARQ/f1uM-rT92iQ/s200/Sukhi,+Casanova,+Shanti+Sept+08+016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254952891011095058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SO1X0A209WI/AAAAAAAAARY/UrcQVyS2ws8/s1600-h/kitties,+renee,+sachi,+Sept%26Oct+08+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SO1X0A209WI/AAAAAAAAARY/UrcQVyS2ws8/s200/kitties,+renee,+sachi,+Sept%26Oct+08+021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254952891306014050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SO1X0QW3EKI/AAAAAAAAARg/uL6x67-kEuw/s1600-h/kitties,+renee,+sachi,+Sept%26Oct+08+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SO1X0QW3EKI/AAAAAAAAARg/uL6x67-kEuw/s200/kitties,+renee,+sachi,+Sept%26Oct+08+029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254952895466901666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SO1X0RChvYI/AAAAAAAAARo/j3wGDba57JY/s1600-h/kitties,+renee,+sachi,+Sept%26Oct+08+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SO1X0RChvYI/AAAAAAAAARo/j3wGDba57JY/s200/kitties,+renee,+sachi,+Sept%26Oct+08+048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254952895650053506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there Blessed Ones,&lt;br /&gt;How are you? Much is going on recently, lots of yummy things. But firstly, I have added a member to my family!!! Yes that is right, I have a baby now. She is gorgeous, lovely, soft, sweet, gentle and purrs me to sleep at night. Yes she is a kitten. She was born the last week in July and she has been a HUGE light in my life for the past month now. Her name is Sukhi, which means "to be happy". I first heard the name in India, and I fell in love with it. And she is a very happy one too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first night with her sleeping with me, she put her forehead on mind and vibrated my head to the sound of her very loud purring. As sweet as it was and ever so delightful and wanting to stay there forever in that delicious space, I couldn't sleep with that motor of hers going. She sleeps right up against me every night and cuddles and purrs and is just a love every morning now. At first she just wanted to play as she was used to her 3 siblings which were in the other room with my roommate. But after they all moved out Sukhi completly calmed down the mornings, well until I get up that is. Then it's time to play with me, my foot, knee, claw up my pant leg to sit on my lap. Yes I have tons of little holes in my legs now. Not very good for shorts, but if it's hot enough everything-scratches and all show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a life send though. I feel she has bonded me to something more then just myself. It is such a beautiful thing to take time out each day to love on her, play with her, talk with her. I feel like my life has so much more meaning now after I committed to taking her on as my little one. I watch her grow every day and she seems huge now. I tried to convince her to age but in a small body but she seems not to be listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is such a treat in my life. I have had some fun talking to people about the best way to care for her and feeding her raw food such as meat and veggies and flax seed oil for her gorgeous coat. I feel like a mother really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the only thing I can say I don't like about being a parent is, how many times a day do we adults say no to the little ones. It drives me crazy. I want to just say yes to her. But now I know why we as humans hear no so many times by the time we are 3 years old. It's probably the most popular word and repressive. But with a kitten, what other word can I use, so I try sounds and other little things. Finding ways of showing her not to do this or that-like eating the plant or climbing up the curtains or wall hangings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has taken to sleeping in the pots in the cabinets....makes you very aware of washing them before you go to cook, though it is precious. She has all kinds of lovely things that makes her unique. She loves to play in the tub-no water of course, unless it's after a shower, she likes being in there. She crawls in between the glass and the screen in the windows and she crawls up the glass, not the screen. It's like she is rock climbing on glass. I love it, as long as it stays on the glass. She loves to hang out in the corner of my home where I have a little shrine with photos of Amma and the Dali Lama. That seems to be her favorite corner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to eye gaze at times too, which I love. But then it gets a little intense for her at times and when it does she wiggles closer and closer to me and then reaches out and WHACKS my nose. The last two times her claws were not in, so my nose is just now healing. Not used to all the scratches. But honestly when you have so much love for a little being you don't really think about it. Like her breaking part of my lotion holder I have had since I was 16 years old and love so much, it's beautiful not to get mad, it's just a thing and I can fix it really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm in love, if you can't tell. There is so much more to my life right now. It's explosive and beautiful. It is the most intense time for me of feeling I'm FINALLY coming into what I am really to be doing in this life to fulfill the rest of my life. Though I don't have time right now to expound on that. But it is GREAT! I look forward to sharing it with you. Maybe tomorrow if I get the chance.&lt;br /&gt;I send you so much love and so many hugs, Love, Heather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588238597625811446-58401069245097729?l=globedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/58401069245097729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1588238597625811446&amp;postID=58401069245097729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/58401069245097729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/58401069245097729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-girl-sukhi.html' title='It&apos;s a GIRL!!!! Sukhi!!!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261554264083609950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01876815656368852578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SO1Xz04SyjI/AAAAAAAAARI/_CR8yJxOmAI/s72-c/Sukhi,+Casanova,+Shanti+Sept+08+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588238597625811446.post-4569315063590489595</id><published>2008-09-02T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:06:55.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Photos of Rob's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SL3Uo02C4OI/AAAAAAAAAQA/dt7FT28QENE/s1600-h/Sukhi,+Robs+Surprise+Party+Aug+08+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SL3Uo02C4OI/AAAAAAAAAQA/dt7FT28QENE/s200/Sukhi,+Robs+Surprise+Party+Aug+08+070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241579339174306018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SL3UpZldWnI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2bd6HaI2pEQ/s1600-h/Sukhi,+Robs+Surprise+Party+Aug+08+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SL3UpZldWnI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2bd6HaI2pEQ/s200/Sukhi,+Robs+Surprise+Party+Aug+08+072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241579349036849778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SL3UpjBasWI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/21oP9bfkZrA/s1600-h/Sukhi,+Robs+Surprise+Party+Aug+08+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SL3UpjBasWI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/21oP9bfkZrA/s200/Sukhi,+Robs+Surprise+Party+Aug+08+064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241579351570035042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SL3UpniuhYI/AAAAAAAAAQY/EFMoSnjublY/s1600-h/Sukhi,+Robs+Surprise+Party+Aug+08+078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SL3UpniuhYI/AAAAAAAAAQY/EFMoSnjublY/s200/Sukhi,+Robs+Surprise+Party+Aug+08+078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241579352783488386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SL3Up9vYRRI/AAAAAAAAAQg/oq-lWsmIY8k/s1600-h/Sukhi,+Robs+Surprise+Party+Aug+08+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SL3Up9vYRRI/AAAAAAAAAQg/oq-lWsmIY8k/s200/Sukhi,+Robs+Surprise+Party+Aug+08+081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241579358742136082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! So much love, happiness and joy here with our gorgeous dance community of friends. The bond of dancers is powerful and can light a fire like nothing else! &lt;br /&gt;Much love, many blessings and many dances left in all of us! I'll see you in our dance of life! Love, Heather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588238597625811446-4569315063590489595?l=globedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/4569315063590489595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1588238597625811446&amp;postID=4569315063590489595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/4569315063590489595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/4569315063590489595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-photos-of-robs-birthday.html' title='More Photos of Rob&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261554264083609950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01876815656368852578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SL3Uo02C4OI/AAAAAAAAAQA/dt7FT28QENE/s72-c/Sukhi,+Robs+Surprise+Party+Aug+08+070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588238597625811446.post-3315965401426593972</id><published>2008-09-02T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:57:52.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rob's Surprise Birthday Party!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SL3SNu6CGPI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ZmAB4SdkXUY/s1600-h/Sukhi,+Robs+Surprise+Party+Aug+08+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SL3SNu6CGPI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ZmAB4SdkXUY/s200/Sukhi,+Robs+Surprise+Party+Aug+08+031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241576674700695794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SL3SN_W6m2I/AAAAAAAAAPg/VVBhR4l_-4c/s1600-h/Sukhi,+Robs+Surprise+Party+Aug+08+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SL3SN_W6m2I/AAAAAAAAAPg/VVBhR4l_-4c/s200/Sukhi,+Robs+Surprise+Party+Aug+08+039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241576679116807010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SL3SOOBk4RI/AAAAAAAAAPo/JFgUVHezgYo/s1600-h/Sukhi,+Robs+Surprise+Party+Aug+08+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SL3SOOBk4RI/AAAAAAAAAPo/JFgUVHezgYo/s200/Sukhi,+Robs+Surprise+Party+Aug+08+045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241576683053834514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SL3SOmnq_fI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ktAvLd_ZNW0/s1600-h/Sukhi,+Robs+Surprise+Party+Aug+08+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SL3SOmnq_fI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ktAvLd_ZNW0/s200/Sukhi,+Robs+Surprise+Party+Aug+08+054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241576689656069618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SL3SO-SqWUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vRKixriEt5w/s1600-h/Sukhi,+Robs+Surprise+Party+Aug+08+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SL3SO-SqWUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vRKixriEt5w/s200/Sukhi,+Robs+Surprise+Party+Aug+08+063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241576696010398018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YES it was a surprise! Thank goodness! I love these photos, show so much love. But what I find funny is the one me, that looks like I'm 3 years old waiting for the balloon to come down so I can "get it" hit it back up. But look at the bliss Rob was in on his special day, nothing beats that!&lt;br /&gt;Love it! Great to give back to someone who gives so much, so thrilled so many showed up! Much love and thanks to everyone for showing up and all your lovely gifts by your presence and words. Love, Heather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588238597625811446-3315965401426593972?l=globedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/3315965401426593972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1588238597625811446&amp;postID=3315965401426593972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/3315965401426593972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/3315965401426593972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/2008/09/robs-surprise-birthday-party.html' title='Rob&apos;s Surprise Birthday Party!!!!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261554264083609950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01876815656368852578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SL3SNu6CGPI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ZmAB4SdkXUY/s72-c/Sukhi,+Robs+Surprise+Party+Aug+08+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588238597625811446.post-3965369531867895915</id><published>2008-08-25T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T11:47:06.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing at my house! First night!</title><content type='html'>so were all mushed together&lt;br /&gt;slow, softly, cuddling&lt;br /&gt;dog piled, moving slowly&lt;br /&gt;stretching, pushing, rising&lt;br /&gt;falling, blissing, smelling&lt;br /&gt;feeling, touching, tasting,some even sweating &lt;br /&gt;sweet nectar of life&lt;br /&gt;3 boys 2 girls, a pile of love&lt;br /&gt;a pile of love&lt;br /&gt;mashed in with each other by choice&lt;br /&gt;through love, the the softly lite room&lt;br /&gt;of life and dance&lt;br /&gt;yes, life and dance&lt;br /&gt;dance is my life &lt;br /&gt;life is a dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Heather Rhea Dawn-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588238597625811446-3965369531867895915?l=globedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/3965369531867895915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1588238597625811446&amp;postID=3965369531867895915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/3965369531867895915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/3965369531867895915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/2008/08/dancing-at-my-house-first-night.html' title='Dancing at my house! First night!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261554264083609950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01876815656368852578'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588238597625811446.post-1314942079480622019</id><published>2008-08-22T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T14:40:31.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmmmm...oh, you. August 22, 2008</title><content type='html'>yes, my sweet friend&lt;br /&gt;thank you for last night&lt;br /&gt;so delicious to have you here&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh.....to hold you, dance with you&lt;br /&gt;be near you, what a treat&lt;br /&gt;love love love....oh yes love&lt;br /&gt;i loved our melting pot of friends&lt;br /&gt;moving differently together&lt;br /&gt;yes moving differently together&lt;br /&gt;like life really, yes life&lt;br /&gt;life is good my friend&lt;br /&gt;so happy you are back in my life&lt;br /&gt;in my playground&lt;br /&gt;my childhood friend, play play play&lt;br /&gt;let's feel, play, grow, expand, cry, be in joy and&lt;br /&gt;bliss-out together, bliss-in together&lt;br /&gt;my childhood friend, yes childhood friend, you, that's you&lt;br /&gt;my friend&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to more of this, Sunday, next week maybe&lt;br /&gt;you are always invited to move with me, in my home&lt;br /&gt;on the streets, in a car, on a trail....yes move with me&lt;br /&gt;beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;you me, moving, dancing, in words, no words&lt;br /&gt;in joy and bliss, yet in tears and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;it's all good, oh it's all good&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I hug you, yes I hug you, I hug your soul&lt;br /&gt;your soul&lt;br /&gt;your soul has been hugged&lt;br /&gt;I like that, "like pouring milk", yes like pouring milk you said&lt;br /&gt;so is love&lt;br /&gt;love is like milk pouring over you, sometimes slow and soft and flowing&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes fast and almost shocking&lt;br /&gt;And then sensuously falling...like laying back on a bed of feathers as milk pours over you&lt;br /&gt;love pours over you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and then there is&lt;br /&gt;sex on a stick.....Oh I like this one too...you said it....oh that can be taken so many different delicious ways&lt;br /&gt;yes so delicious, or de-lick-sious&lt;br /&gt;get the visual? I'm sure you do my sensuous, luscious one&lt;br /&gt;licking......ummmmm...yes you thought I was going to say it&lt;br /&gt;nope, you know&lt;br /&gt;you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Heather Rhea Dawn-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588238597625811446-1314942079480622019?l=globedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/1314942079480622019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1588238597625811446&amp;postID=1314942079480622019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/1314942079480622019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/1314942079480622019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/2008/08/mmmmmmoh-you-august-22-2008.html' title='mmmmmm...oh, you. August 22, 2008'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261554264083609950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01876815656368852578'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588238597625811446.post-361730586536386173</id><published>2008-08-19T13:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:07:02.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Focus, Creativity and Passionate Living!</title><content type='html'>Hello there,&lt;br /&gt;Wow it's been a month since I've written. I had no idea that much time had flown by!!! How are you? How is life for you? For me life is like it has never been before. There is a peace within me. My heart seems to be opening more and more. And ask that happens my creativity, independence, my need to ask for what I need, make a stand for a boundary or need or desire. It's a powerful feeling to feel so much love and to be able to have it to give, not only to others, but to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still learning this and also learning to own the power in the love within me and not crawl down out of my heart when I do something that I feel is making as stand for me and my needs and having to disappoint another through it. I get that we will always disappoint someone, maybe hurt someone by our choices of loving ourselves, but we have to live with us for the rest of our lives and it shows the world how to stand for themselves in the mean time. Not an easy thing to do sometimes, but to give space, permission to just love and love the people being triggered in their process of it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten to open my eyes hugely this month of how to care take with so many and to change that is a shock either to them or for me. My time I spend alone is so much nicer now. It's really quality time doing what I want to be doing. And doing it with such passion and vigor that I didn't even hear the phone ring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting closer and closer to the goals and dreams I want to expand on. They are just lovely and feels so good to be working toward them. I can share a few but the other ones are brewing and need to be held for a bit time still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the process of making my garage a creative space, ordering everything to do batiking and now just looking for the right table. I'm looking at buying a serger to do the sewing I want to do. To make the creations I dream of. Who knows all the ideas that can come out of this. I'm actually considering taking private sewing lessons, since I've basically taught myself to sew since I was 16 years old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went camping for the first time in my life alone! I drove up to Ojai, about 1 1/2 hours away if you go the freeways. It's lovely, ever so lovely up there. I turned off the main road to the tiny road to get there and all of a sudden a whiff licorice filled all my senses as I drove up the windy road to my camp site. I hung in my hammock, played in the river, took a walk and fixed some dinner that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was the best. I took off onto a trail I'd been recommended and met up with some locals and they said "you don't want to go on that one, all the people go there, we are going to the best place". So I tagged along and who knows what eye candy was held and the other spot, but as we went up this trail, turned on this one, curved over here and went boulder hopping here, river crossing there, off the trail and around the rocky path there, we came to the most awesome swimming hole!!!! Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing I was going swimming off came the clothes to underwear and t-shirt and SPLASH I went in! These girls were great, early 20's, really peaceful, fun, down to earth, wanting so share this place with me. Though told me I couldn't tell all of LA about it! We swam, played, ate fruit, watched the water snakes, I watched them screech away from them and have these tiny things keep them from being in the water.  But after a bit, realizing they weren't attacking me they realized they could go in. But what was so hilarious to watch them not take their eyes off of the snakes. The snakes were probably much more scared of us as I see it, we are HUGE! But then I've always been the crazy female that loved snakes, ever since I can remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so grateful they showed me this place, so very very grateful. When their group of 6 male friends showed up to go for a dip and then for them to continue to the next swimming hole and up to a waterfall-only 5 more hours, and it was already 4pm, I declined. I hugged them good bye and thanked them and slowly made my way out, taking in the view of the trees, river and trying to remember which way was out. Luckily I have a good sense of direction and got out. It was a little piece of heaven back there. How lovely to be taken under a locals wing and shown the way to a fabulous place to be in nature. They also had directed me to the most adorable cafe in the next town over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got there and it was a inside and outside cafe, it had a chai bar, so you go up choose your size, pour it and pay for it and have a sit, yes have a sit as I say!!! Free wireless services and some groovy band beat to go with it. So nice to sit outdoors and have a chai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I woke up in dire need to dance, I went further out looking for a flat space, danced for a half hour and just cut loose only to realize now I just wanted to dance more. So running back to my camp, throwing everything in my car as I fixed breakfast and driving just at or a smidge above the speed limit I got myself down to my dance class. Leaving at 11:06am, when class started at 11:15am, I drove the 1.5 hours and got there with 1.5 hours of dance left to get my groove on. It was PERRRRRFECT! I had the best dances with everyone I came in contact with and got to dance out all the dances I needed to dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward I went to hang with everyone from dance and just had a blast connecting with them. It must have been 5 or 6pm by the time I made it home to unload my stuff and then head to the airport to pick up Rob since he'd been out of town-I wasn't supposed to come back until Monday, but I had a feeling I may come back Sunday so I went to pick him up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That weekend I started writing poetry and it still fills me, it's so nice to create such pieces of art. Just to sit down and have it flow out, not being work at all but just letting it spill forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I must have danced 11 or 12 hours. I got back into doing some Dance Alive classes, got together with friends a few times to dance, went to a friends party, danced there as well as my Sunday class. Just lovely! I may start having dancing at my home every week too....so many wonderful ideas flowing out of me right now, it's the time to embrace our creativity and just go for it. I see it all around me too and it's so inspiring. Watching people I have known for years just blossom into full, complete and grown up people. But still embracing their child like self as well, so passionate and alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get really focused on what I wanted when it came down to going through the colon hydrotherapy training...it was a challenge but I got that I am just a curious sort that loves that kind of info but it's not for me to be doing, I just love the knowledge of it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in canceling Canada, the class wasn't coming together and I really got how much I just needed to be home, nest some, feel my roots and stop "going" so much. So it was a relief though I miss seeing my girlfriend up there. I know it was the right choice for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this month has been about focus, creativity, love, seeing what I'm passionate about, getting more into my own-ness, my one-ness, independence and dance and explore within that as well as be true to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you be finding and living your creative life, may your heart come alive with everything you do and may you bring power and abundance to that which you love. Be the light, be your love, and allow every part of you to shine and life will fall into place beautifully. As someone told me once, "we don't have to know the, how, we just have to know the, what, and go for it." Meaning we don't need to know how we are going to get to where we are going, we just need to know what we want and allow for that intention to blossom and after many baby steps we will get there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love and many hugs to you, Heather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588238597625811446-361730586536386173?l=globedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/361730586536386173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1588238597625811446&amp;postID=361730586536386173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/361730586536386173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/361730586536386173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-focus-creativity-and-passionate.html' title='Love, Focus, Creativity and Passionate Living!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261554264083609950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01876815656368852578'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588238597625811446.post-168338589504453966</id><published>2008-08-14T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T13:31:01.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My love....</title><content type='html'>Hello my gorgeous, spritely and going through the muck of life Goddess!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that title? I made it up just for you, just this second, oh yes, yes, just for you! Say it 5 times fast and keep a straight face, oh yes, oh yes, do, please do......I hope that lifted your heart up and out of your chest to beam as brightly as we all, the world, see you. &lt;strong&gt;And still it's ok to be exactly where you are too.&lt;/strong&gt; And still it's ok to be exactly where you are. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, you are great, special, no one can replace you, your dance, your light, your breath, your talent, your scent, no one, no one, no one.......get it....you are one of a kind.....precious, like a rare gem, precious! YOU, yes YOU, YES YOU! YOU YOU YOU YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my love, I hug you, I really HUG you. Funny, I can see myself at your place, all cuddled up together after sharing a glorious meal and just eye gazing, maybe sharing, laughing, possibly tears.....quiet...yes quiet. You and I....You and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being, sharing in the silence of isness, what is, beingness, Being, yes being, You and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bliss! Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;With Radiant Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Heather Rhea Dawn-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to you, you know who you are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588238597625811446-168338589504453966?l=globedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/168338589504453966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1588238597625811446&amp;postID=168338589504453966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/168338589504453966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/168338589504453966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-love.html' title='My love....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261554264083609950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01876815656368852578'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588238597625811446.post-5885980231988190556</id><published>2008-08-09T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T11:38:33.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Cannot Make You Safe, August 7th, 08</title><content type='html'>I cannot make you safe&lt;br /&gt;You have to find that within you&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you everything I know&lt;br /&gt;Everything I said&lt;br /&gt;Everything I felt&lt;br /&gt;But you……You and only you can make you safe&lt;br /&gt;You have to trust&lt;br /&gt;Finding that path of trusting you, your choices&lt;br /&gt;That is all of our paths&lt;br /&gt;I cannot give that to you&lt;br /&gt;So what ever you need to know&lt;br /&gt;What ever you need to do&lt;br /&gt;I can hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;I can lend you my ear&lt;br /&gt;But my love, you have to go alone and find your truth&lt;br /&gt;Trust and feeling safe comes from within&lt;br /&gt;I know, I have looked outside too&lt;br /&gt;I have asked your questions&lt;br /&gt;I have feared the answers not being true&lt;br /&gt;I have feared the answers, period&lt;br /&gt;We are in need of the truth, but the truth is within&lt;br /&gt;It starts with us, our inner higher being&lt;br /&gt;Our heart tells us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won’t change for you&lt;br /&gt;I’ve done that, it does not work&lt;br /&gt;I will be me&lt;br /&gt;I’ll do this not only for me but for you&lt;br /&gt;As for me being me, will help you grow and if I can do that, it’s what I wish&lt;br /&gt;So I will not change so you will feel safe, please don’t ask, though you have, I will not&lt;br /&gt;And please, you don’t change so I can feel safe&lt;br /&gt;As I too need to feel safe within me and that is embracing you being you&lt;br /&gt;Our growth will be much stronger &amp; more powerful in just accepting &amp; embracing each other&lt;br /&gt;Not fearing each other, by asking each other to change&lt;br /&gt;So I will not change and will not ask you to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a question, ask, I am here&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to hide&lt;br /&gt;My hiding is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I still feel fear, oh yes, but I feel it, face it and go through it&lt;br /&gt;I pray I stay uncaged and lift the curtain to show all my flaws, my fear, my vulnerability&lt;br /&gt;All those soft, tender areas that are painful to touch and are sensitive to even look at&lt;br /&gt;Those little pink parts in me that scream to be healed, to receive love&lt;br /&gt;And I pray that you will not fear my sensitivities or pull away, but embrace them&lt;br /&gt;As I am you, you are me, and together we are one&lt;br /&gt;Please, don’t run from my imperfections, my vulnerability….as mine are yours too&lt;br /&gt;And yours are within me&lt;br /&gt;We are all each others teachers, healers, students&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t run, we are learning, if you allow it, we are growing, together&lt;br /&gt;I am not perfect,&lt;br /&gt;We are not perfect&lt;br /&gt;But the need to be with each other, within community&lt;br /&gt;This is where we grow, expand, heal and see each other in the bigger sense of the word&lt;br /&gt;Please take my hand, let’s walk together as one&lt;br /&gt;Let’s heal together, support each other&lt;br /&gt;When the ground gets loose with soil and you start to fall, I’ll extend my hand and help you back up&lt;br /&gt;I am not perfect, I pray you can forgive and have compassion for my imperfections,  embrace them and see that I too have tripped and fallen&lt;br /&gt;I too have lessons to learn and need a hand from time to time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So…..I will not change for you&lt;br /&gt;I will grow&lt;br /&gt;I will honor you&lt;br /&gt;I will listen and share what ever I can to support you&lt;br /&gt;But….. do you want a teacher or just someone to hear you?&lt;br /&gt;Someone to show you the way or someone to just support you and not show you the truth?&lt;br /&gt;If you allow me, I can be your teacher as you are mine&lt;br /&gt;Will you allow me in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot make you safe&lt;br /&gt;Safety comes from within&lt;br /&gt;Safety is within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot make you safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Heather Rhea Dawn-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588238597625811446-5885980231988190556?l=globedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/5885980231988190556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1588238597625811446&amp;postID=5885980231988190556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/5885980231988190556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/5885980231988190556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-cannot-make-you-safe.html' title='I Cannot Make You Safe, August 7th, 08'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261554264083609950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01876815656368852578'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588238597625811446.post-5933027823438393607</id><published>2008-08-06T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:06:46.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem for You- Dance with God!</title><content type='html'>For you my love, thanks for being an inspiration to me. For as I dance with you I find, see, feel and smell God, through you-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance with God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I dance with you&lt;br /&gt; My heart sings&lt;br /&gt;Yes it sings&lt;br /&gt;        To the heavens above&lt;br /&gt;It sings the most beautiful music&lt;br /&gt; High, clear, crisp notes&lt;br /&gt;The notes float as I dip and soar&lt;br /&gt; Within  your arms&lt;br /&gt;  Your hands that hold me so securely, so safely&lt;br /&gt;It is there that I fly&lt;br /&gt; It is there with you &lt;br /&gt;  On the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;In your loving embrace, that is where I melt, float &amp; explode open&lt;br /&gt; To meet God, the God in You&lt;br /&gt;  Within your eyes, I see God&lt;br /&gt;Within your soul I feel God&lt;br /&gt; Within your touch&lt;br /&gt;  I know, I know who I am, who you are, who God is&lt;br /&gt;We become one, you and I&lt;br /&gt; And together we are Oneness, Flow, Universal Love, Passion&lt;br /&gt;  We Glow&lt;br /&gt;We Are God &lt;br /&gt; In our dance, We Are God&lt;br /&gt;Let’s continue our song, our flight, our explosion of life&lt;br /&gt; On the ecstatic floor of life&lt;br /&gt;Let’s flood the earth with our love, our light&lt;br /&gt; And dance our Hearts desire&lt;br /&gt;You and I and God, as One&lt;br /&gt; We Dance&lt;br /&gt;Dance as God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Heather Rhea Dawn-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588238597625811446-5933027823438393607?l=globedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/5933027823438393607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1588238597625811446&amp;postID=5933027823438393607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/5933027823438393607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/5933027823438393607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/2008/08/poem-for-you-dance-with-god.html' title='A Poem for You- Dance with God!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261554264083609950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01876815656368852578'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588238597625811446.post-6951433502496060446</id><published>2008-08-05T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:26:30.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance is My Heart!</title><content type='html'>I Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dance because it's who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dance as it shows my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It bares my soul.......to me, to others, to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I share my dance as it gets me closer to You, to God, to Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dance is who I am, it's what I breathe, I eat, I feel, I see, I cry, I laugh and I play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without it.....I am nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It saves me from my mind-the chatter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It saves me from going crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet you there...yes I meet YOU there, as it's where I meet ME there and it's the only place I can meet anyone truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there and in the breath, but where is dance if there is no breath and where is there breath with no dance? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They go hand and hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dance you in, I breathe you in, and as I do I breathe me in, I breathe me in fully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is my flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance is my breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without it I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes without it I Die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel that? Hear that? I die without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've died before, it's painful, it's lonely, there is anguish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart beat continues but I am not there, I am dead, I did not dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I do, so I breathe, I live, I feel and I DANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my life....what is your dance, what is your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is dance, my dance is breath, my breath is life and that....is my HEART!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's where I meet You..... Me..... &amp; God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANCE is my Heart, Dance &lt;em&gt;IS&lt;/em&gt; my Heart, Dance is my HEART!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance is who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Heather Rhea Dawn-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588238597625811446-6951433502496060446?l=globedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/6951433502496060446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1588238597625811446&amp;postID=6951433502496060446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/6951433502496060446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/6951433502496060446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/2008/08/dance-is-my-heart.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Dance is My Heart!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261554264083609950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01876815656368852578'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588238597625811446.post-6665742808718092107</id><published>2008-08-05T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:07:21.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When will you follow your Heart?</title><content type='html'>When will we wake up? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will we wake up and only do what our heart wants us to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will we take the chance and follow our heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Heart, it is the one true thing that wants to be listened to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your Heart saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Our Heart saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The One Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Heart beat of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will we follow our Heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today? Tomorrow? When?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will you follow your Heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when will I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Heart Knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Heather Rhea Dawn-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588238597625811446-6665742808718092107?l=globedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/6665742808718092107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1588238597625811446&amp;postID=6665742808718092107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/6665742808718092107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/6665742808718092107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-will-you-follow-your-heart.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;When will you follow your Heart?&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261554264083609950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01876815656368852578'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588238597625811446.post-5617962150057436277</id><published>2008-08-05T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:59:03.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compassion</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Compassion: &lt;/strong&gt;Universal Panacea     &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;Only compassion is therapeutic, because all that is ill in man is because of lack of love. All that is wrong with man is somewhere associated with love. He has not been able to love, or he has not been able to receive love. He has not been able to share his being. That’s the misery. That creates all sorts of complexes inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those wounds inside can surface in many ways: they can become physical illness, they can become mental illness — but deep down man suffers from lack of love. Just as food is needed for the body, love is needed for the soul. The body cannot survive without food, and the soul cannot survive without love. In fact, without love the soul is never born — there is no question of its survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I say compassion is therapeutic. What is compassion? Compassion is the purest form of love. Sex is the lowest form of love, compassion the highest form of love. In sex the contact is basically physical; in compassion the contact is basically spiritual. In love, compassion and sex are both mixed, the physical and the spiritual are both mixed. Love is midway between sex and compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can call compassion prayer also. You can call compassion meditation also. The highest form of energy is compassion. The word compassion is beautiful: half of it is passion — somehow passion has become so refined that it is no more like passion. It has become compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In compassion, you simply give. In love, you are thankful because the other has given something to you. In compassion, you are thankful because the other has taken something from you; you are thankful because the other has not rejected you. You had come with energy to give, you had come with many flowers to share, and the other allowed you, the other was receptive. You are thankful because the other was receptive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compassion is the highest form of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest anguish in life is when you cannot express, when you cannot communicate, when you cannot share. The poorest man is he who has nothing to share, or who has something to share but has lost the capacity, the art, of how to share it; then a man is poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sexual man is very poor. The loving man is richer comparatively. The man of compassion is the richest — he is at the top of the world. He has no confinement, no limitation. He simply gives and goes on his way. He does not even wait for you to say a thank-you. With tremendous love he shares his energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I call therapeutic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless compassion has happened to you, don’t think that you have lived rightly or that you have lived at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compassion is the flowering. And when compassion happens to one person, millions are healed. Whosoever comes around him is healed. Compassion is therapeutic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Osho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588238597625811446-5617962150057436277?l=globedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/5617962150057436277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1588238597625811446&amp;postID=5617962150057436277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/5617962150057436277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/5617962150057436277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/2008/08/compassion.html' title='Compassion'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261554264083609950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01876815656368852578'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588238597625811446.post-9193743808643174908</id><published>2008-07-20T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T08:31:01.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos, Mexico!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SINZOsdBicI/AAAAAAAAAOw/5MaXiBWjnT8/s1600-h/Mexico,+Marooma+snorkeling,+coral+beach,+July+08+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SINZOsdBicI/AAAAAAAAAOw/5MaXiBWjnT8/s200/Mexico,+Marooma+snorkeling,+coral+beach,+July+08+159.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225118101665843650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SINZPJTeA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/uDVcm2IgZUA/s1600-h/Mexico,+resort+and+costume+night,+June,+08+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SINZPJTeA7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/uDVcm2IgZUA/s200/Mexico,+resort+and+costume+night,+June,+08+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225118109410395058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SINZPXMG_6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/8q_o5MPe-uE/s1600-h/Mexico,+resort+and+costume+night,+June,+08+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SINZPXMG_6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/8q_o5MPe-uE/s200/Mexico,+resort+and+costume+night,+June,+08+046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225118113137622946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SINZPinKidI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pAAQixa30CE/s1600-h/Mexico,+resort+and+costume+night,+June,+08+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SINZPinKidI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pAAQixa30CE/s200/Mexico,+resort+and+costume+night,+June,+08+057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225118116203891154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SINZPyljZZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/u8kuncOgX1Q/s1600-h/Mexico,+resort+and+costume+night,+June,+08+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SINZPyljZZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/u8kuncOgX1Q/s200/Mexico,+resort+and+costume+night,+June,+08+060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225118120492098962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the lovely Lab, Macho, I met on the beach with his owner. The purple outfit is the one that was loaned to me for Bling Bling night-as it had little sparkly things on it. The third one is of two men walking up the beach playing music, probably on their way to work or maybe it was their work. This is the pharmacy that sells Viagra, right there, on the sign and a list of a number of things can get drugged up on! And then there are the swing bars, the customers just sit on these swings as they drink themselves silly or just enjoy the view! They had these in town and the resort on the "dark side". &lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! Love, Heather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588238597625811446-9193743808643174908?l=globedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/9193743808643174908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1588238597625811446&amp;postID=9193743808643174908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/9193743808643174908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/9193743808643174908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/2008/07/photos-mexico.html' title='Photos, Mexico!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261554264083609950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01876815656368852578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SINZOsdBicI/AAAAAAAAAOw/5MaXiBWjnT8/s72-c/Mexico,+Marooma+snorkeling,+coral+beach,+July+08+159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588238597625811446.post-6940465925933050014</id><published>2008-07-19T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T17:08:54.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playgirl, Beach, Peaceful Within, Inspired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SIKB_os_AtI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dV-16lgNPBA/s1600-h/Mexico,+Akumal+June+30th,+08+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SIKB_os_AtI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dV-16lgNPBA/s200/Mexico,+Akumal+June+30th,+08+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224881447961035474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SIKCAI8TdSI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/dZgZBHEt6VI/s1600-h/Mexico,+Marooma+snorkeling,+coral+beach,+July+08+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SIKCAI8TdSI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/dZgZBHEt6VI/s200/Mexico,+Marooma+snorkeling,+coral+beach,+July+08+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224881456615224610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SIKCARmw57I/AAAAAAAAAOY/g1pGnudBy6Q/s1600-h/Mexico,+Marooma+snorkeling,+coral+beach,+July+08+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SIKCARmw57I/AAAAAAAAAOY/g1pGnudBy6Q/s200/Mexico,+Marooma+snorkeling,+coral+beach,+July+08+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224881458940798898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SIKCAiclJgI/AAAAAAAAAOg/B6PI0bP3TxE/s1600-h/Mexico,+Marooma+snorkeling,+coral+beach,+July+08+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SIKCAiclJgI/AAAAAAAAAOg/B6PI0bP3TxE/s200/Mexico,+Marooma+snorkeling,+coral+beach,+July+08+040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224881463461488130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SIKCA43eK5I/AAAAAAAAAOo/HWiwrzcfk4c/s1600-h/Mexico,+Marooma+snorkeling,+coral+beach,+July+08+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SIKCA43eK5I/AAAAAAAAAOo/HWiwrzcfk4c/s200/Mexico,+Marooma+snorkeling,+coral+beach,+July+08+094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224881469479857042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos: they are from places I went snorkeling, I went up in that big sail and jumped out into the ocean. In one place you can see the fish from before you dive in to go snorkeling, the one photos is from the octipus they got out there and inked everyone, fun fun, and then there is the ocean, the gorgeous ocean that speaks so beautifully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you? How is life? I am good, I’m back in LA again and readjusting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine, waking up from a great night sleep of 8 hours, it’s 6:30am. You stretch, from the tips of your fingers to the absolute ends of your toes. The soft cotton sheet surrounding you, in the perfect temperature of the room. Your first thought is, “life is amazing”…opening your eyes only to confirm that, with the white soft curtains surrounding the bed draping down and bound in each corner. You get up slowly,  walk to the curtains that hold the sunlight out and pull them back. The warmth of the day that was held back even at 6:30am nudges in, you smell the warmth and it softens your sinus cavities and your shoulders relax even more. Pulling open the other drapes of the oval shaped window area that opens to the bathtub on the otherside that looks out over the ocean. Stepping to 3 feet to the window, opening the window and the screen, to unblock anything from really seeing the shocking view of the light blue to dark blue ocean, the gorgeous sky with a few white puffy clouds, the sun hasn’t quite made  it up yet but it’s on it’s way, almost there…..looking down the clear blue swimming pool with it’s alley of water that goes to each ground floor room below, as I stand the 3rd floor looking at the whiteness of the resort glow from the sun coming up and showing it’s light onto it, awakening it to the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing one or two couples starting to stir down there, reading in a chair, or the hanging lounge beds made for two.  Smelling the soft ocean breaze, “Life is good”, yes  it is, “all the time” as I hear Michael Beckwith in my head and the congregation.  Sitting, breathing it all in through my nose, skin, eyes, mouth and even more peace flows over me, feeling ever so lucky to be here now.  How fortunate.  Just taking it all in, a clear mind, a passionate draw to be there now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking up a book and reading on what ever your choice of the day it-health, Tantra, India, Love, etc. Then grabbing your durable sandals, short shorts, no shirt needed, your key, hat and sunglasses and off you are to your morning walk. You walk out of your room, “can I be nude here……? Yes, oh yes, I can”, such freedom, the sun shining on your skin and it warms to it with a little wetness coming to the surface, it illuminates, shines and shimmers in the light as you walk toward the beach. You skin that is already bronzed with the sun, used to the light of it all, the ocean breeze touching your breast and having you feel so alive, so awake and thrilled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking over the coral beach and large sand pebbles, up over to the hard coral that is exposed, taking in that you are walking over shells that used to have living critters in them, some still do. Hermit crabs that jump back inside when you kneel down to them or the snails that are sucked up to a rock or another shell or smooth surface of some kind.  Picking up a few gorgeous pieces of coral on your way, watching the waves come and splash upon the coral, high into the sky at times, the blue turning white in the sky and falling into the blue foamy ocean all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ocean taking taking away any worry you may have, cleaning your mind and allowing you to just be present with it. As if it was talking with you silently, collaborating with your soul and your desire to be here now, present. Your mind wants to kick in but then it lets go. Finding an amazing place to take in the view of the ocean, watching the sun come up, just taking in mother nature at her finest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking back seeing the ocean in a completely more colorful view as you are looking in the direction of the sun this time around, seeing what the sun sees and you notice that the sun always sees the most colorful view of things as it shines light on everything. Wouldn’t that be nice to shine light on everything and everyone we look upon.  Such beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back, sitting down to a breakfast of fruit, granola, and yogurt looking out over the pool, the waiter bringing green tea and pineapple juice without even asking as they already know it’s what you love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, I’d teach 2 hours, then take some alone time or hang out with some of the guests and talk about their relationship or life it’s self.  Then by that time it was lunch time and eating at the buffet of any kind of meat or fish on the grill, guacamole, homemade salsa, chips, salads, sushi on some days, and then some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At two there was water volleyball-my favorite activity of the day. Wow that was a blast, it is such a group bonding thing. In the evening having dinner of salmon or lobster fettuccini, or a number of other things, with an avocado and crab salad and possibly some amazing soup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night there would be sometimes  band that would play at dinner or after dinner in the “disco” an outside area that is covered, comfy couches, a Jacuzzi, fabric hanging from the ceiling blowing in the wind. Or there would be some Flamenco performance or Mexican performers, dancers, gymnasts, dance lessons or the perfect couple contest, all kinds of things offered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those were my days, they were gorgeous! The last Saturday I was there Playgirl sent a couple to interview me for their magazine. This couple was amazing, so full of love and life and so much fun. We talked for hours just really enjoying each others company. They came to my morning Body Awareness through Movement class. We had lunch together, then at 4pm I gave them a private session that was so heart-warming to witness and feel. Afterward they allowed me to take photos of them for my website and she realized she still hadn’t interviewed me so we met for dinner and had dinner and did the interview, it went great. Very simple and fun. We’ll be keeping in touch, having so much in common with food, receipts, etc.  So look out for the Jan/February issue of Playgirl, I’ll be in there! Funny, they are putting me right next to an article on Guatemala-which is what I’m writing about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the couples I met this past month blew me away, opened my heart, inspired me to know love is so huge and so amazing. Working with couples that were married from anywhere from 15-39 years, still very much in love, and how they gave me so much hope to know there are couples out there that can still love after so many years together and know that some of them didn’t find their life partners until they were 40 years old.  Also to know how much I helped them grow closer, that was pretty amazing, but they taught me a lot in just their beingness with each other. One couple in particular that I just loved said “friendship first then the relationship”, I could feel that, really feel it. There were the ones the most grounded, in love and felt the most healthy of all couples there. The inspired me the most, just the way they really liked each other, treated each other, interacted together and respected and accepted each other. Such touching beauty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already been asked back by several guests and by the manager of the resort. Some guests are going to arrange their next trip to when I’ll be there. All that will need to be worked out. But it feels good to be asked to come back and wanted back there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll see where the journey leads me. I know this, as much as it was amazing and beautiful there, I missed home. Since I’ve traveled so much this past year and a half I am loving being home. Next time I hope to take someone with me. It would be great to have a friend to hang with on the off times and to share it with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to a dance performance, if you have never seen a performance of nude dancers doing contact dance, being lifted into the air you must see it. It pushed some peoples buttons to see that much of people, but I felt it was lovely, courageous and healing.  On Monday night they are having a class for nude performing if I am back from an appointment I may go. It sounds incredible! If anyone in the Santa Monica area wants to go to the performance it’s still playing tonight and next weekend at Highways! &lt;br /&gt;Much love to you all, many hugs, Heather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588238597625811446-6940465925933050014?l=globedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/6940465925933050014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1588238597625811446&amp;postID=6940465925933050014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/6940465925933050014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1588238597625811446/posts/default/6940465925933050014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globedancer.blogspot.com/2008/07/playgirl-beach-peaceful-within-inspired.html' title='Playgirl, Beach, Peaceful Within, Inspired'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261554264083609950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01876815656368852578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mav9FdufDAw/SIKB_os_AtI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dV-16lgNPBA/s72-c/Mexico,+Akumal+June+30th,+08+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>