<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:37:46.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newsletter Messages</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-8541311917108224691</id><published>2009-10-14T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:29:40.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre; "&gt;Music To Your Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Autumn comes to town, accenting life's comfortable silences. Invigorating nights that depict the intimacy of a thousand, glowing luminaries against a draping midnight hue. This frame-worthy month is poetically invented, nestled in decadent versus and played out as if music to your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;During these swirling sweetness and light pitched days, lurk in unassuming nooks. Gaze at the clouds and write your name in the sky. Under one roof, fiddle a lively tune. Shoeshine your dull tips and value a perilous path. Your effervescent passion will lean forward and hear you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-8541311917108224691?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/8541311917108224691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=8541311917108224691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/8541311917108224691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/8541311917108224691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2009/10/september-09.html' title='September 09'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-1345555203012013695</id><published>2009-09-18T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:17:57.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A bit of elbow grease and the squeaky gears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slowly begin to move. The resounding inner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to-do ticker allures August out of it's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ripened summer days and into a frothier,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whipped layer of anticipation. Another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chapter generates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enroll.  Examine. Enable. Energize. Establish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soften tempers and stand shoulder to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoulder. Whittled or love-worn, wish for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;passions and inspirations. Travel light and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;understand your silence so that you may&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;understand your words.  A poetically rich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;verse is about to be written.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-1345555203012013695?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/1345555203012013695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=1345555203012013695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/1345555203012013695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/1345555203012013695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2009/09/august-09.html' title='August 09'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-7093775379640422921</id><published>2009-07-23T06:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T06:53:29.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Promenade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slow, steady summer rain that collects in puddles at your feet, the humming of pool chatter and the benevolent sliver of shade blocking the mid-day sun can lull to sleep any two ton giant that happens to make it's home upon your shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The striking serenade of July glides from your scalp to your soles. Clear or murky, promenade with affection. Create something that may seem illogical and stand next to what you love as if it were your last slice. Take down the remedy resting up high on your mantel and grow into yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-7093775379640422921?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/7093775379640422921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=7093775379640422921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/7093775379640422921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/7093775379640422921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-2009.html' title='July 2009'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-2901391184192254372</id><published>2009-06-23T10:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:32:52.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 13px/normal 'Trebuchet MS'; font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Quiet Concert&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 13px/normal 'Trebuchet MS'; font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;A carousel of exquisite days......bring them on sweet, buzzing June! An absolute nesting spot, perched amongst juicy greens, coconut oil scented breezes and bucket fulls of sherbert orange day lilies, grasping for the center of the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 13px/normal 'Trebuchet MS'; font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Absorb the outa school smiles, the Cracker Jack ball games and the pastoral fire lit nights that careen about. That coat of armor you are carrying may grow heavy, and your spinning edge a bit dizzy. Pick up the hand that was dealt and don't measure the fall before you jump. The silent changes, the smallest of details, and the slightest of moves can make your blood move and your skin rush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 13px/normal 'Trebuchet MS'; font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pause and listen.....it is the quiet concert of life that plays the loudest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-2901391184192254372?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/2901391184192254372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=2901391184192254372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/2901391184192254372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/2901391184192254372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-2009.html' title='June 2009'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-7997169676105601397</id><published>2009-04-29T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:46:02.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;Fall In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;In quiet awe, we witness the infinitely,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;ballooning parachute of spring. We reset our&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;clocks, ride a new tide and sit under the&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;moon, as all five of our senses are thankful&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;at once.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Do not feel infested by what to conceal or&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;reveal. Maybe.........you, be you? The&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;salvation of acceptance lies within your own&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;love.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Draw your own constellations, put down your&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;ammunition and a levied momentum will blow&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;in. Perfect your hustle and dream of things&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;bigger than what you let live. Breathe the&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;sweet air of midnight and fall in. Come full&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;circle and fall in!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-7997169676105601397?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/7997169676105601397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=7997169676105601397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/7997169676105601397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/7997169676105601397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2009/04/may-2009.html' title='May 2009'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-5133389159569792164</id><published>2009-03-09T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:54:08.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Here Comes the Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found her light and with her inherent healing halo, she shines down fearlessly as the earth opens to a new page. Abundant growth is not only touched, but felt and whether you are striking rock or hitting gold, everything around us has a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the space to swing your arms around. Spirited endeavors will carry you, making an apparent difference within you. Stick to those calling impulses and be re-introduced to yourself . Drive away from the noise but don't shy from fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A change, a conviction, a new light spreads. There is life in movement. Breathe in and begin again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-5133389159569792164?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/5133389159569792164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=5133389159569792164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/5133389159569792164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/5133389159569792164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-2009.html' title='March 2009'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-1694958318073289413</id><published>2009-02-07T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:52:20.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Seduce the True You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold months bump and push into one&lt;br /&gt;another as if in line in a numbing school&lt;br /&gt;hallway. December, January and SHOVE into&lt;br /&gt;February......Ah, but the month of love has&lt;br /&gt;arrived! A small, pale light is rising&lt;br /&gt;brighter with promises unraveling and plans&lt;br /&gt;solidifying with anxious grins. Conversations of&lt;br /&gt;vacations, spring breaks and warmer, easier&lt;br /&gt;days sit on our borders and start to unfurl our stuffy&lt;br /&gt;layers. Boy, does it feel good to see that light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this day for all the things that aren't&lt;br /&gt;in it. Reinvent and release the familiar.  Within&lt;br /&gt;change there is power. Create interest and&lt;br /&gt;ease into your days.  Learn how to use your&lt;br /&gt;wings and seduce the true you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-1694958318073289413?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/1694958318073289413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=1694958318073289413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/1694958318073289413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/1694958318073289413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-2009.html' title='February 2009'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-7365041814915675509</id><published>2009-01-16T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:58:36.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Choose To Move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frigid pressing days of January combust and can swallow up our last few bits of optimism, leaving us to schlep from errand to errand. The discoloration of the season can bully away your spirit. Don't dash though untouched.&lt;br /&gt;Captivate warmth, eat well and start again. Go with the grain and pad your days with calm, comfortable additives. Feel good in your home. Understand your hunger for more, but recognize your fullness. Choose to move, to heal, to dance, to dine, to raise a glass and not sit. Spend your energy wisely and discover your aura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-7365041814915675509?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/7365041814915675509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=7365041814915675509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/7365041814915675509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/7365041814915675509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-2009.html' title='January 2009'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-8216434570049733890</id><published>2008-12-14T08:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T08:44:43.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 2008</title><content type='html'>"Christmas is when we gather up everything&lt;br /&gt;good in our lives. All the warmth and the&lt;br /&gt;light, all the good memories and draw it&lt;br /&gt;close and enjoy it as much as we are able to.&lt;br /&gt;We gather up our children. Make food. Build a&lt;br /&gt;fire. Light the lights. Sing the songs. Come&lt;br /&gt;as close as possible, for as long as&lt;br /&gt;possible. And in the midst of it, people cry&lt;br /&gt;who you never thought had a drop of water in&lt;br /&gt;them."&lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;br /&gt;             ~Garrison Keillor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you believe in or celebrate&lt;br /&gt;this time of year, we all have our miraculous traditions&lt;br /&gt;that remind us that (as the song goes) "there&lt;br /&gt;is a happy feeling nothing in the world can buy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-8216434570049733890?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/8216434570049733890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=8216434570049733890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/8216434570049733890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/8216434570049733890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-2008.html' title='December 2008'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-631629851471817904</id><published>2008-12-14T08:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T08:43:55.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 2008</title><content type='html'>A Remarkable Axis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A full spread of faith and gratitude&lt;br /&gt;crystallize as we congregate warm around an&lt;br /&gt;abundant table. Honor, tradition, laughter&lt;br /&gt;and observance center itself and re-power&lt;br /&gt;collectively between lowered heads and folded&lt;br /&gt;hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unplan the moment. Pause before reacting.&lt;br /&gt;Take the chains down off the doors and&lt;br /&gt;coexist. Discover a new calm and invest in&lt;br /&gt;what is real. Swim in your ability and seek&lt;br /&gt;extraordinary possibilities in the&lt;br /&gt;run-of-the-mill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow Thanksgiving to empty your essence and&lt;br /&gt;interfere with your everyday. This solemn feast&lt;br /&gt;can bolster a remarkable axis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-631629851471817904?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/631629851471817904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=631629851471817904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/631629851471817904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/631629851471817904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2008/12/november-2008.html' title='November 2008'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-8455293803690369603</id><published>2008-11-05T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:29:37.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 2008</title><content type='html'>The Space Between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The compelling season of Autumn has started&lt;br /&gt;to make her appearance, reclaiming and&lt;br /&gt;wrapping earth with her warm grace. Steaming&lt;br /&gt;cups of cinnamon cider are embraced around&lt;br /&gt;bonfires and a sea of mums dance with open&lt;br /&gt;arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scoop out the seeds and pattern your days.&lt;br /&gt;When the cool, crisp weather arrives and&lt;br /&gt;blue-black nights peak sooner, vacancies may&lt;br /&gt;awaken and grow. Rise with those moments as&lt;br /&gt;they breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just may find yourself pedaling along a&lt;br /&gt;comforting orbit beside a new, but familiar&lt;br /&gt;soul. Let go. Take their hand. The space&lt;br /&gt;between solidifies and a soothing balance&lt;br /&gt;begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-8455293803690369603?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/8455293803690369603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=8455293803690369603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/8455293803690369603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/8455293803690369603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2008/11/october-2008.html' title='October 2008'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-5597074017824642697</id><published>2008-10-03T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T05:21:31.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 08</title><content type='html'>SHINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grand shift of seasons grow comfortable,&lt;br /&gt;reposition and settle once more. New routines in full&lt;br /&gt;swing, the divide and conquer mindset builds and long&lt;br /&gt;lists are penciled into your planner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your head is full and everyday you stumble. Beat big&lt;br /&gt;with your heart. Come original and construct arches. The&lt;br /&gt;more you take, the less you feel. The past throws stones&lt;br /&gt;in high definition. Rally and exude a new strength.&lt;br /&gt;Express your vision and shine away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-5597074017824642697?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/5597074017824642697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=5597074017824642697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/5597074017824642697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/5597074017824642697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2008/10/september-08.html' title='September 08'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-9008325113184859015</id><published>2008-09-05T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T07:44:44.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 08</title><content type='html'>Spin Your Umbrella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Summer closes her doors and we stand at&lt;br /&gt;the entrance of another school year, a&lt;br /&gt;compilation of emotions play out. Yearning&lt;br /&gt;for a new season, fresh fashions, change of&lt;br /&gt;pace, yet still gripping tightly to the ice&lt;br /&gt;cream truck, slow as snail days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A better moment is rising. Gather your school&lt;br /&gt;supplies and grow wildly up from the bottom with change. &lt;br /&gt;Self discovery is in bloom and the valve to a&lt;br /&gt;new you is ready to be opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So spin your umbrella over your head and know&lt;br /&gt;that something will go wonderfully right&lt;br /&gt;today. Fill someone's head as big as a&lt;br /&gt;birthday and share your warmth. On the&lt;br /&gt;fast-track to a new beginning lies a buffet &lt;br /&gt;of unfaltering purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-9008325113184859015?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/9008325113184859015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=9008325113184859015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/9008325113184859015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/9008325113184859015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2008/09/august-08.html' title='August 08'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-2322402866196843511</id><published>2008-07-30T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T12:24:00.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 08</title><content type='html'>The Music In You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floaty chiffon days and lighter lingering&lt;br /&gt;nights builds a sweeping nourishment&lt;br /&gt;fortified with optimism. Hot dogs and apricot&lt;br /&gt;glazed chicken dress up the grill as friends&lt;br /&gt;and family gather and  play longer. A&lt;br /&gt;treasure trove of what the world needs can be&lt;br /&gt;found in every neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is growth refined, spiking your hike&lt;br /&gt;with an easier,more fanciful space to be. &lt;br /&gt;This is what happy tastes like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't postpone joy. Let nothing contain you.&lt;br /&gt;Create, don't critique and instinctively&lt;br /&gt;invent. Possess other eyes and dip into a&lt;br /&gt;life-long to-do list. Unplug a better&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, raising expectations, subtracting&lt;br /&gt;critical unhealthy beliefs. Send those&lt;br /&gt;anxious thoughts packing and feel the music&lt;br /&gt;in you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-2322402866196843511?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/2322402866196843511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=2322402866196843511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/2322402866196843511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/2322402866196843511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-08.html' title='July 08'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-6768807312735676256</id><published>2008-07-05T10:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T10:23:39.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Find Your Light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pure honey-filled core of these beloved,&lt;br /&gt;warmer days presents itself with unparalleled&lt;br /&gt;rhythm. The decadent carpets of&lt;br /&gt;green soaking up the lemon, yellow sun&lt;br /&gt;filters through reminding us of the&lt;br /&gt;significant impact of hope. Making your best&lt;br /&gt;days happen allows for a natural, luminous&lt;br /&gt;health to blossom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel good about the everyday. Swings, corn&lt;br /&gt;with small corn handles, pinwheels, ice cream&lt;br /&gt;on noses, a sweet breeze from a ceiling fan&lt;br /&gt;and yards alive with a carnival of color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurture your intuition. Find your light. Cash&lt;br /&gt;in your pride and stretch yourself. Permit&lt;br /&gt;your soul to ingest the good. You are the&lt;br /&gt;possible. Don't wait around any longer.&lt;br /&gt;Accomplishments derive from small, collective&lt;br /&gt;steps. Keep moving. Keep re-imagining. Keep&lt;br /&gt;strong and carry on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-6768807312735676256?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/6768807312735676256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=6768807312735676256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/6768807312735676256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/6768807312735676256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2008/07/may-08.html' title='May 08'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-4992615195527657028</id><published>2008-05-07T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T16:04:08.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Seasonal Rehab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A new strength rises deep inside, as the goose&lt;br /&gt;bumps of frost fade and a renewed growth reigns. A&lt;br /&gt;pivotal light fills a better view, building an insulated&lt;br /&gt;bold confidence to tackle new projects and cross&lt;br /&gt;burdens off your list. Choked up with warmer days&lt;br /&gt;ahead, a show-stopping canopy of buttery bliss&lt;br /&gt;takes root and the seasonal rehab begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing what a little sunshine can do to your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reveal a tangible vision, live the daffodil principle and&lt;br /&gt;debunk the monsters under your bed. If your soul feels&lt;br /&gt;like it is slipping away, partnering for a change simply&lt;br /&gt;tastes perfect. Find an expansive tree, skyscraper,&lt;br /&gt;ocean or cave to remind you of how enormous life&lt;br /&gt;really is. String your course with a lighter load. Be the&lt;br /&gt;sun in someone's sky. Levitate from within and watch&lt;br /&gt;as your wings take flight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-4992615195527657028?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/4992615195527657028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=4992615195527657028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/4992615195527657028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/4992615195527657028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2008/05/seasonal-rehab.html' title='April 08'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-8524081638927736331</id><published>2008-04-09T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T15:58:02.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sound of Stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring prances in as a much needed breather, rinsing&lt;br /&gt;the heavy sludge off it's feet. Ready, set, go.....THE&lt;br /&gt;PLANNING BEGINS! First Communions, birthday parties,&lt;br /&gt;spring cleaning, weddings, gardens, Mother's Day,&lt;br /&gt;vacations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the hamster wheel turns and you find your&lt;br /&gt;schedule yet again detained, holding you hostage.&lt;br /&gt;Stay afloat by building moments that if possible, you&lt;br /&gt;would prefer to rewind. Find slivers of your day that&lt;br /&gt;make your insides melt. Shape your weekends like&lt;br /&gt;clay, getting a bit messy but turning out one to remember in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Don't seek or expect, just let it be, giving forward,&lt;br /&gt;breaking imaginary lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are worthy of a rich limitless Sunday afternoon in the&lt;br /&gt;middle of the week. Turn Spring on it's ear and listen to&lt;br /&gt;the sound of the stars!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-8524081638927736331?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/8524081638927736331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=8524081638927736331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/8524081638927736331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/8524081638927736331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-08.html' title='March 08'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-276797304156846371</id><published>2008-02-02T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T14:14:48.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Where Serenity Takes Flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tart February with it's middle-of-the-school&lt;br /&gt;year blahs marches in and takes a strong&lt;br /&gt;hold. Hibernating over the grueling winter&lt;br /&gt;months can suck the life out of your daily&lt;br /&gt;routine. Looking for an instant, whizbang cure? A&lt;br /&gt;sun-kissed solution for that case of the&lt;br /&gt;gloom and doom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Joy is what happens to us when we allow&lt;br /&gt;ourselves to recognize how good things really&lt;br /&gt;are." &lt;/span&gt;This quote from Marianne Williamson shakes&lt;br /&gt;away all those condensed, cold restraints&lt;br /&gt;like a bright, red Etch-A-Sketch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiggle off those cooped up cobwebs and&lt;br /&gt;dispose of all those winter blues! Plan a new&lt;br /&gt;destination, rearrange your furniture, visit&lt;br /&gt;a sacred sanctuary and drink in the views.&lt;br /&gt;Switching out a pandemic, gray attitude with&lt;br /&gt;a closer to fine mentality can help light&lt;br /&gt;your way to a place where serenity takes flight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-276797304156846371?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/276797304156846371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=276797304156846371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/276797304156846371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/276797304156846371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2008/02/february-08.html' title='February 08'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-8937347373403675553</id><published>2008-01-16T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T06:22:18.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 08</title><content type='html'>Brave January, with it's bellyful of new years resolutions, bursts in and builds a fire within each of us to turn everything upside down and start fresh. With a clean slate, the possibilities are exuberant and standing at the door of opportunity with pure gumption, feels like an intoxicating high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You have a daring strength within that you may not even realize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the cold, gray days of this month freeze you into a paralyzing trance. Get up on your feet and chase the life you REALLY want. Every day is another chance offered up. Release those hovering regrets and rattle the floorboards! Even the most quietest of days can be full of sound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-8937347373403675553?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/8937347373403675553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=8937347373403675553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/8937347373403675553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/8937347373403675553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-08.html' title='January 08'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-4409450176899691055</id><published>2007-12-10T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T11:58:49.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 07</title><content type='html'>The Gift of You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the crisp bluffs of wind scoop up the&lt;br /&gt;fallen leaves and blow them into a dance,&lt;br /&gt;this hearty holiday of gratitude arrives oh&lt;br /&gt;so quietly. Out-shined by the hustle&lt;br /&gt;and bustle of  Christmas planning, the magnitude&lt;br /&gt;of Thanksgiving can possibly not resonate until&lt;br /&gt;gathering around an abundant table full of good cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The busy season is upon us.....take one hour&lt;br /&gt;at a time. Do what you can, and let the&lt;br /&gt;rest go. Be present in this&lt;br /&gt;moment and embellish those around you with a&lt;br /&gt;positive comfort, a listening ear and an&lt;br /&gt;attentive smile. The gift of yourself is&lt;br /&gt;truly unsurpassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in the power of warm hospitality.&lt;br /&gt;Bow your head and give an honest thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, dip your finger in some&lt;br /&gt;Cool Whip and celebrate a joyful feast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-4409450176899691055?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/4409450176899691055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=4409450176899691055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/4409450176899691055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/4409450176899691055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2007/12/november-07.html' title='November 07'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-5061663410879634702</id><published>2007-10-19T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T04:21:50.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/RxiRMqf1GZI/AAAAAAAAAVo/TfmcHnEN_tk/s1600-h/tyler+and+mee+ma+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/RxiRMqf1GZI/AAAAAAAAAVo/TfmcHnEN_tk/s320/tyler+and+mee+ma+sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123004222886189458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She took his tiny, warm hand in her's. With his nose wrinkled up and an ear to ear grin, he gently waddled along side her&lt;br /&gt;down the gravel path. In her unique, calming way, she pointed out interesting objects as his miniature head cocked to one side with a listening ear. Her inventive stories captured&lt;br /&gt;his small attention span and with her twinkling eyes and playful demeanor, he was instantly wrapped in her warm, safe presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stood, watching them walking side by side, his small voice&lt;br /&gt;fading, it was almost as if I could hear their hearts beating. At first alternating and then growing closer together and finally as one. Funny how in unexpected instances your senses allow you to hear, see or feel things you never thought were possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of these soundless moments stitched together embodied her easy elegance, beautiful glow and legendary wisdom. Her gifts pass on from generation to generation, timeless, effortless, like a hummingbird floating from one flower to another. Her infinitely kind heart, resilient love and boundless, giving soul will continue to fill our bellies, just as her home-cooked bowls of goodness, sprung from her cozy kitchen, comforted our insides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tightly tuck in those you hold dear. Flock together and just be. Gather joyfully. Grow closer to the reason for which you have been here all along....these simple yet powerful moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy "Dottie" Ohmer &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born: September 10, 1934 - Died: September 21, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-5061663410879634702?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/5061663410879634702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=5061663410879634702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/5061663410879634702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/5061663410879634702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2007/10/october-07.html' title='October 07'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/RxiRMqf1GZI/AAAAAAAAAVo/TfmcHnEN_tk/s72-c/tyler+and+mee+ma+sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-7889539095357902358</id><published>2007-09-27T06:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T06:59:10.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An Old Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few, crisp days of fall, brimming with it's giant pots of chili, everyone's favorite TV premiers and ooey, gooey caramel apples, drops in like an old friend. In an instant, a rich palette of amber, golden hues paints a picture perfect view nestled outside our window. The sounds of the local high school's drum band can be heard echoing through the neighborhood, giving texture and excitement to a Friday night. Sweaters, lazy football Sundays and cozy blankets warm our insides without becoming heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visual emotion of Autumn is extraordinary, invoking a deep sense of a place or a feeling bigger than the minute. Swing open your windows. Take a stroll and crunch through the leaves because the world resonates a bit differently at 2 miles per hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search for what triggers those inside flutters. Spritz your day with small, satisfying treats. See a little farther. Find a way forward. A resilient skin allows you to turn everything upside down to see what falls out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find delight in harvesting warm humor, new hope and enchanting comforts. The fruits of the season will be sure to visit you.......allow your natural glow to shine and invite them in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-7889539095357902358?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/7889539095357902358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=7889539095357902358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/7889539095357902358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/7889539095357902358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2007/09/september-07.html' title='September 07'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-6343770592104948725</id><published>2007-09-04T05:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T05:32:55.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A New Routine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days fall into a new comforting routine and drift away from the long, soft, free-spirit hours of summer, the transition may require a bit of patience. The season is changing once again and the mad dash to smooth out the ruffles can send you into a tail spin. Quickly scurrying from one errand to another, it is easy to turn a normal day into a rush hour frenzy. Almost as if something suddenly comes along and forcefully shakes up all the pieces of your day, mixing them around and leaving it to you to unscramble, organize and sort.&lt;br /&gt;Choosing to take the slow lane a little more allows life's race to illuminate it's worthwhile side. Unwind at night and breathe in the still of the morning. Planner or no planner, a poised, strong start to your day scoops out a heaping, healthy portion of emotional balance that sticks to your ribs like a peanut butter sandwich. The small, annoying difficulties that seep though during the afternoon will begin to bounce off your shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one the pieces do drop into place. Stress does ease. Smiles do surface and the inherent need to sort, mend and make well during this time of change is abundantly fed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-6343770592104948725?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/6343770592104948725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=6343770592104948725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/6343770592104948725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/6343770592104948725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2007/09/august-07.html' title='August 07'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-7592069495063463475</id><published>2007-09-04T05:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T05:32:26.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Good Stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlimited potential woven deep within is buried at times amongst the strains of the day. When the outside becomes loud and mean, inner, "can do" thoughts can snip at your strings. Have you listened lately to the subtle contents inside that whisper the possibilities? It's within you.....it always has been. This is the good stuff. The world is yours and the opportunities are endless.&lt;br /&gt;A strong, inner compass builds a durable foundation bringing an enriching clarity and focus. Nurture the indoors and downsize the out. Trust your gut instinct and soar with excitement unleashing your ambitions! Swim, drive, run, paddle to the absolute core of what you really want in this life. On the corner of sacrifice, sweat and tears lies a hand-sewn solace only a leap of faith can provide. Believe in the flowing contours of self worth deep down past all the negative pollution, past the rumpled and forgotten passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one extraordinary moment, risk curiosity and embrace what you could be. The right time will surface, igniting a zest for all that brings you great joy. Why not believe the good stuff?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-7592069495063463475?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/7592069495063463475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=7592069495063463475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/7592069495063463475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/7592069495063463475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2007/09/july-07.html' title='July 07'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-1513159809311090000</id><published>2007-06-25T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T04:25:11.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen To Your Own Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Living never felt so good. Sweet, sweet summertime with it's rad, blinking fireflies, Marco Polo pool games and lazy lemonade with floaty orange pieces. Mmm mmm summer in a jar...wish I could bottle it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is it just me, or what is it about this season that makes ya wanna go out and buy everything? Are the stores drugging us with all the absolute "must haves" for summertime? Marketing executives sugar coating ads with semi annual sales, colorful, shiny pool paraphernalia and breezy, flowy dresses that scream beachy cuteness. So difficult to resist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempt to be content with life's simple comforts ........but if you find all your rational thinking creeping out the window and you walk out of the store with one too many bags........remember to bring home new possessions that breathe your soul. Being yourself fills vacant inner rooms with indescribable serenity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow summer to heal. Not much else can energize and calm. Dip an Oreo in some cold milk. Dive into the breezy shallows of swaying wind chimes. Throw down your crippled, negative thoughts and weave a blanket of boundless confidence. You will begin to do what you know you need to...authentically. The universe seems to move with you, once you have listened to your own music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-1513159809311090000?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/1513159809311090000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=1513159809311090000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/1513159809311090000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/1513159809311090000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2007/06/june-07.html' title='June 07'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-2490205902101718947</id><published>2007-05-22T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T04:22:17.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today Is That Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions of our unpredictable surroundings&lt;br /&gt;have become ever more apparent in our&lt;br /&gt;day to day lives. When tragedy topples down&lt;br /&gt;upon us, uncertainty grows like a disorderly,&lt;br /&gt;sticky weed. A catastrophe dampens faith,&lt;br /&gt;pollutes stability, stamps an unwithering&lt;br /&gt;watermark upon our security, all the while&lt;br /&gt;leaving a sick stillness to linger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing how much all the negative can swallow&lt;br /&gt;up, and yet out of tragedy blooms&lt;br /&gt;an organic sense of connection.  Heros emerge&lt;br /&gt;with an unshakable spirit and generosity is&lt;br /&gt;renewed. Faith once again soars and kindness is&lt;br /&gt;inspired by kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simple moments such as sitting&lt;br /&gt;knee to knee, drippy ice cream and sand&lt;br /&gt;between your toes gives great light. The&lt;br /&gt;effortless, simplistic words such as, "I'll&lt;br /&gt;look after you, I love you" speaks to us in a&lt;br /&gt;new volume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not waste time here. Carry those who you&lt;br /&gt;think may not need carrying. Express yourself&lt;br /&gt;now. Deserve only good now. Apologize now.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive now. Celebrate now. Dance now.&lt;br /&gt;Sing........now. Don't wait. Today is that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My thoughts and prayers continue to be with&lt;br /&gt;the victims and their families of the&lt;br /&gt;Virginia Tech tragedy.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-2490205902101718947?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/2490205902101718947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=2490205902101718947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/2490205902101718947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/2490205902101718947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2007/05/may-07.html' title='May 07'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-6167353482022708193</id><published>2007-05-02T09:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T04:21:32.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A New Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah YES.....Spring. Makes your insides giggle, know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;Jump starting your senses, the smell of the green earth as it does it's&lt;br /&gt;flip flop reminds us we are alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first warm day makes you want to drive off in your car far away&lt;br /&gt;from what has been holding you back. Makes you wanna throw your&lt;br /&gt;arm out the window and feel the wind between your&lt;br /&gt;fingers. Blast your music and feel the sunlight dance between the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your time, your day, your "feel good," "I am on top and not about to fall"&lt;br /&gt;moment. Dishes are done, laundry is controlable, the world is aligned&lt;br /&gt;and the kids are at peace. Well, even if all those things are not exactly  true - it is&lt;br /&gt;warm out and the smiles of  pure contentment are contagious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know this month that you are worthy of a day drenched in magic.&lt;br /&gt;Release your self doubt and allow ambition to reveal itself. Ground&lt;br /&gt;yourself in courage and believe in the most miraculous of possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;Surround yourself with good friends who make you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Push yourself to try something you never thought you would.&lt;br /&gt;Get up and go, feel good, be better! Run or walk for a cause, get up early, get&lt;br /&gt;things crossed off you "to do" list ..... it is a new start, a new day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-6167353482022708193?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/6167353482022708193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=6167353482022708193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/6167353482022708193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/6167353482022708193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2007/05/april-newsletter.html' title='April 07'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-9017230341337915046</id><published>2007-02-14T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T04:23:03.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone Has a "Love" Story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple, graceful moments that sweep you off your feet like a sweet, light kiss. A belly warming cup of goodness that cleanses your senses and leaves you wrapped in sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;A few people have shared their "love" stories below. Click on the comments link on my Giving Tree Loft web site and leave your "love" story. After all making love visible can be the most authentic gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• a good laugh with someone she just met • planning a vacation • an honest stare after a long, hard day from his loyal dog who sits beside him • unexpected kindness of a stranger • sleeping in on a rainy Saturday and spending the day curled up on the couch with a good movie • the smell of her husband just out of the shower • warm coffee as dawn breaks and the light falls over the tree limbs • getting off work on Fridays • tousled morning bed-head in his red fireman pajamas, slurping his floating cherrios as milk drips down his miniature chin • pizza day • an extra long drive just as the sun is closing it's eyes • the feel and smell of a warm sweatshirt straight out of the dryer • comfortable silences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking out the small, lovely celebrations of life can enrich and restore. At times, in the process of seeking out the euphoric, shining, epoch things in life......we tend to overlook the humble ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love fully. Dance with what you can't leave behind and let's all do some living!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-9017230341337915046?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/9017230341337915046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=9017230341337915046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/9017230341337915046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/9017230341337915046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2007/02/february-07.html' title='February 07'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-8915395734759285290</id><published>2007-01-11T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T04:23:34.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>January</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serendipity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever have an encounter that leaves you feeling so&lt;br /&gt;sure that you were on the right path?  A&lt;br /&gt;hair-raising, first light sensation that wakes you&lt;br /&gt;up on the inside? An offbeat moment that later&lt;br /&gt;reflecting on, makes you pause and grin? A bit of serendipity&lt;br /&gt;is like sunshine in your pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature by design? Who knows for sure, but no&lt;br /&gt;question when it is found....there is no greater&lt;br /&gt;revelation. A distinct verification that haphazardly&lt;br /&gt;comes about when we least expect it and with it,&lt;br /&gt;bringing an intense sense of belonging. A rare,&lt;br /&gt;unexplainable connection humbly appears like a&lt;br /&gt;marshmallowy treat floating in a sea of bland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get that undeniable, comfortable feeling&lt;br /&gt;you have visited that place once before......&lt;br /&gt;what could be more unfaltering?&lt;br /&gt;When someone comes into your life as if riding on angelic wings.....&lt;br /&gt;what could be more divine?  It can be given many names.....&lt;br /&gt;fate, deja vu, destiny......but whatever you call&lt;br /&gt;it, collect it. Keep it warm and close. Raise a glass and toast&lt;br /&gt;to it.  May a year of splendid serendipity fill your&lt;br /&gt;soul and breathe wind into your sails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-8915395734759285290?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/8915395734759285290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=8915395734759285290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/8915395734759285290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/8915395734759285290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2007/01/january.html' title='January'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-2117740132811397723</id><published>2006-12-11T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T04:23:59.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>December</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Home for the Holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This beaming holiday season of pure, silver light&lt;br /&gt;peers crouching and in a whirlwind, swoops down with&lt;br /&gt;it's huge, pillowy wings. Even with all the chaotic rush&lt;br /&gt;this time of year, a calming, familiar place&lt;br /&gt;appears. Divine adolescent depictions of a time held&lt;br /&gt;deep within ourselves submerge. Details, not of&lt;br /&gt;material things, but simply of those which made us&lt;br /&gt;feel safe carries us back and lights our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still hear my father's whistling to the&lt;br /&gt;clinking, clanking piano keys of the Charlie Brown&lt;br /&gt;Christmas soundtrack. I can see the soft wrinkles of&lt;br /&gt;my mom's silky robe as she sat nestled in the corner&lt;br /&gt;of our couch on Christmas morning, smiling with her&lt;br /&gt;steaming coffee cup. My sister's hand still sits&lt;br /&gt;warm in mine as I am sent back waiting nervously at&lt;br /&gt;the top of our creaky stairs as we asked our parents&lt;br /&gt;for the fifteenth time....."Had Santa finally arrived?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now discovering home in my own family brings about an&lt;br /&gt;abiding cadence. I am overcome with a sense of&lt;br /&gt;security as my seven year old's bright eyes&lt;br /&gt;stare up at the sky on a crisp, moonlit night and my&lt;br /&gt;two year old jumps up and down on bubble wrap as his&lt;br /&gt;contagious giggles fill the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick at the seam of the bigger picture this season,&lt;br /&gt;unraveling a memory far greater than expected.&lt;br /&gt;Savior the smallest of details and as Dorothy said&lt;br /&gt;it best...."There is no place like home."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-2117740132811397723?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/2117740132811397723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=2117740132811397723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/2117740132811397723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/2117740132811397723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2006/12/december.html' title='December'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-116173051583298751</id><published>2006-10-24T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T04:24:14.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>November</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elevate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November is a time to pause and give thanks. A time to gather. A time to drink up all the humanity that surrounds you and I. A time to stand still even if it is just long enough to catch a glimpse. A time to feel. A time to listen. A time to breathe in those sacred moments amongst family and friends. A time to quietly sit with gratitude. A time of connection. A time to well up with tears hearing the innocent voice at the end of the table saying grace. A time to celebrate simplicity. A time of recognition that will elevate your soul and transform your journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay with appreciation for a while. Swim amidst the unselfishness of others. This is the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-116173051583298751?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/116173051583298751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=116173051583298751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/116173051583298751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/116173051583298751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2006/10/november.html' title='November'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-116173020781159419</id><published>2006-10-24T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T04:24:24.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enjoy the Ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child, picking out who you wanted to be for Halloween was an exhilarating time of year (and collecting all that candy was not all bad either!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some kids had in mind what they wanted to be all year long. Some changed their minds (conveniently after their parent's went and bought the outfits) and others chose to dress up the same, year after year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As adults, letting go of expectations, finding our "own way" and recognizing our own super-hero strengths can be splendidly liberating. So, whether you plan your every move, change your mind until you get something you like, or take comfort in doing the same thing year after year....it is in the process - not the product that matters most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the smells of warm pumpkin pie and sweet caramel apples fill the air and the season of change falls upon us .....enjoy the stops along the way. When the journey starts dragging at your feet.....strike up your favorite song and sing out-loud. Turn out your lights and watch as your freshly carved pumpkin sparks it's glow and enjoy the ride!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-116173020781159419?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/116173020781159419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=116173020781159419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/116173020781159419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/116173020781159419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2006/10/october.html' title='October'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34866286.post-115894893198870639</id><published>2006-09-22T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T04:24:39.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Start of Something New&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the summer days dwindle and the smell of school supplies fill the air, an excitement for a fresh start bubbles up within us all. The world seems to begin again with a sense of innocence as new experiences arise and old ones are revisited. It is hard not to get swept away by that "Back to School" feeling. A change in routine seems to shift your perspective and drench your thirst for feeling alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past three months were packed full of small events that took me back to when I was younger and quietly volunteered a little break from that mundane day to day routine. When my summer began, the role of "motherhood" (at times .......may be otherwise known as the "enforcer of ALL rules and regulations") had taken over my everyday life while watching over my two boys. I needed a change. I was coasting through my days standing still. So, I made a decision to set aside this "mother-hen" role of mine for a moment and instead I jumped on a trampoline and giggled till my sides ached. I ran through the freshly cut, summer grass barefoot diving with a net attempting to catch butterflies and after spending a whole afternoon at the swim pool flipping in the water, eyes bulging from my cool speedo goggles, I felt like I was 10 years old again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances to make my world new had been slipping past me daily, unaware. Whether you are experiencing a whole new feeling like having your first baby or an old, familiar feeling comes rushing back through the eyes of your grandchild, I hope you take the opportunity you have been given to start something new, plunge in full speed and just "let go" even for a few moments this month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34866286-115894893198870639?l=gtmessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/feeds/115894893198870639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34866286&amp;postID=115894893198870639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/115894893198870639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34866286/posts/default/115894893198870639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtmessage.blogspot.com/2006/09/september.html' title='September'/><author><name>Kami Ohmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374542574567459380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz9sB2Jyb08/SNOYRd_UOrI/AAAAAAAABW0/NoQPadc1V3Y/S220/me+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
