<?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-206457861518808459</id><updated>2011-12-03T03:54:56.713-08:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='bats'/><category term='Joseph Campbell'/><category term='path'/><category term='unemployed'/><category term='funny'/><category term='fish'/><category term='quintzine'/><category term='purpose'/><category term='light'/><category term='calisthenics'/><category term='evening'/><category term='loss'/><category term='bliss'/><category term='uninspired'/><category term='treats'/><category term='Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi'/><category term='customer'/><category term='garden'/><category term='competition'/><category term='magic moments'/><category term='nature'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='brainstorm'/><category term='senses'/><category term='service'/><category term='pepper'/><category term='practice'/><category term='basil'/><category term='simple pleasures'/><category term='journal'/><category term='family'/><category term='tree swallow'/><category term='work'/><category term='roses'/><category term='apples'/><category term='story'/><category term='walking'/><category term='walk'/><category term='Mahatma Ghandi'/><category term='magnificent'/><category term='entrepreneur'/><category term='transition'/><category term='Business Coach'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='storytelling'/><category term='quintessential careers'/><category term='brain'/><category term='language'/><category term='Cosumnes River Preserve'/><category term='fall'/><category term='gratitude'/><category term='peperoncini'/><category term='joy'/><category term='calories'/><category term='ideas'/><category term='Goals'/><category term='Copperfield'/><category term='creative'/><category term='rain'/><category term='interview'/><category term='Gelatt'/><category term='conversation'/><category term='color'/><category term='vegetables'/><category term='seasons'/><category term='Peace'/><category term='Robert Fritz'/><category term='editing'/><category term='eustress'/><category term='pesto'/><category term='stories'/><category term='love'/><category term='beginning'/><category term='stone lakes'/><category term='lemon balm'/><category term='candy'/><category term='ordinary'/><category term='destress'/><category term='wildlife'/><category term='self-actualization'/><category term='LifeWork Coach'/><category term='warm'/><category term='Abraham Maslow'/><category term='support'/><category term='deliberate'/><category term='weight loss'/><category term='organization'/><category term='change'/><category term='pleasures'/><category term='journaling'/><category term='social'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='coloring'/><category term='procrastinate'/><category term='reinvention'/><category term='thank you'/><category term='creativity'/><category term='meditation'/><category term='waking'/><category term='seeds'/><category term='memories'/><category term='miwok'/><category term='brainstorming'/><category term='flow'/><category term='employers'/><category term='K. 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Miller'/><title type='text'>Walk About U!</title><subtitle type='html'>Savoring life and enjoying the simple pleasures. Stop, look, and listen. You might notice a whole world of delightful pleasures.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>211</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-4646756477009300542</id><published>2011-10-20T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T15:10:05.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking with Distractions</title><content type='html'>I love to walk and talk. Sharing stories and ideas with clients, colleagues, and friends while walking makes the everyday activity more interesting. The ability to talk about who you are and what you want while walking outdoors is a skill worth learning. How often do you have the opportunity to network, practice interview skills, or pitch your idea in a quiet space with no interruptions? The ability to speak with a few distractions is a skill well worth learning.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the walk the creative juices are flowing and the brain is energized making a focused discussion more productive.&lt;br /&gt;
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Walking and talking may not be for everyone. For some it might be more of a distraction from nature or thought processes, than a way to enhance the walk. For most of us walking and talking is a fun way to practice communication skills.&lt;br /&gt;
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I read an article about how kids need to get outside and experience nature to learn about science. One scientist explained:&lt;br /&gt;
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“In a few years there will be nobody left to identify several major  groups of marine organisms,” he said. “I wish I were exaggerating.” Paul Dayton, Scripps Marine Life Research Group&lt;br /&gt;
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Far from exaggerating, I'm afraid that many young people today are not even familiar with fresh vegetables and how food grows.&lt;br /&gt;
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Young children love to walk, observe, and explore. They are so excited about a wild flower the wind, and rain. Science at its best begins outdoors. As Richard Louv says, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_930035801"&gt;"Want your kids to get into Harvard?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.childrenandnature.org/blog/2011/08/25/want-your-kids-to-get-into-harvard-tell-em-to-go-outside/"&gt; Tell ’em to go outside.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-3692421665006127470?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/3692421665006127470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/09/science-begins-outdoors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/3692421665006127470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/3692421665006127470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/09/science-begins-outdoors.html' title='Science Begins Outdoors'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-1146074275160869327</id><published>2011-08-06T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T09:39:24.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nancy J. Miller'/><title type='text'>Cosumnes River Bat Spectacular</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;We went to the Cosumnes River Preserve for a potluck and bat presentation. We saw live adult bats. They are so tiny! The presentation dispelled many myths about bats. They don't nest in your hair, so when Bruce touched my head while thousands of bats were flying over I felt like a bat flew into my hair even though I know that would be very unusual.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bats like to live under bridges during the day and then fly out at sunset. We waited until the sun was sinking as the evening light twinkled over the river. Then suddenly thousands of tiny bats like a swarm of ants flew across the sky. The preserve just south of Sacramento has about 40,000 bats as regular inhabitants. They eat their weight in bugs and help control mosquitos and other bugs.&lt;br /&gt;
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We didn't join the &lt;a href="http://www.rei.com/class/26323/market/141"&gt;Kayak Tour&lt;/a&gt; since I didn't want to kayak down the river after dark (I don't think Bruce did either.) We'll have our daylight kayaking next weekend. We took a walk along the river and watched the kayakers and hawks. A cool breeze, Mt. Diablo at sunset, and a bat fly over. Great evening!&lt;br /&gt;
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There's nothing like walking with a baby. At 14-months old, he walked half mile through the park. He laughed at my antics, hopping, skipping, and jumping. An observer of nature, he didn't miss a thing. So much excitement with trucks, tractors, and dogs. He delighted in all the sights and sounds. Walking with a toddler makes the usual walk unusual, since he was fascinated by all of the usual things.&lt;br /&gt;
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About a 50 minute walk before the heat blasted us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-4534035594798663539?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/4534035594798663539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/06/long-walk-on-little-legs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/4534035594798663539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/4534035594798663539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/06/long-walk-on-little-legs.html' title='Long walk on little legs'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-9138125093779158989</id><published>2011-04-27T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T21:56:10.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vernal Pools</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I got up this morning with the expectation that we were going on a long walk through the &lt;a href="http://www.smud.org/en/about/Pages/recreation-howard-ranch.aspx"&gt;Howard Ranch Trail &lt;/a&gt;at Rancho Seco. The trail is part of the Cosumnes River Preserve where Bruce is a volunteer naturalist. He had heard about the beautiful display of flowers at the vernal pools. It sounded nice, but I had a fairly low expectation of being dazzled. It was a sunny day with a nice breeze so I said I might be able to walk the 7-mile trail. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/njmiller2002/VernalPool?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Vernal Pool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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We walked around the lake and saw some wild flowers along the side of the path and then walked and walked through the fields. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/njmiller2002/VernalPool?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Vernal Pool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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When we came to the end of the trail, we wondered where the vernal pools were. On the way back we saw an outline of Mariposa Lillies around a patch of green grass. We could see where the thin lines of flowers followed the path of the water. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Foz2E5hWRgjTKRwsw3pcuQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img height="108" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/Tbi7dpImt2I/AAAAAAAAFG4/Tj0-klUApfA/s144/IMG_0967.JPG" width="144" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/njmiller2002/VernalPool?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Vernal Pool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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I could see there could be a real draw here for people who wanted to see tiny wild flowers growing in interesting patterns across the field. But I was more interested in the cows crossing the path and seemed to be on a mission to follow their leader. At one point we were surrounded by cows on the ridge coming towards us and cows down below. When they stop and stare and then head toward you, it can be a little intimidating, especially since we were far from our home in the middle of theirs. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/njmiller2002/VernalPool?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Vernal Pool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Bruce was a little disappointed because he had an expectation that after we drove all the way up to Rancho Seco, paid $10 to park, and walked 8 miles that we would have seen more. I guess if we had looked at the picture on the billboard (or the website) before we went for the walk, we would have known what to expect. &lt;br /&gt;
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Expectations have a great influence on our satisfaction with any situation. If you like to visit Vernal Pools as the other visitors we met did, it would be a great experience. If you are expecting a brilliant display, this is not the place to go. On the way back up the trail Bruce took a photograph of a butterfly that we happened to meet. It was a nice surprise to see the butterfly pose for us.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the long walk I was really hungry which made the &lt;a href="http://www.redrobin.com/eclub/default.aspx?AspxAutoDetectCookieSupport=1"&gt;free birthday hamburger&lt;/a&gt; and sundae at Red Robin extra delicious. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-9138125093779158989?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/9138125093779158989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/04/vernal-pools.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/9138125093779158989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/9138125093779158989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/04/vernal-pools.html' title='Vernal Pools'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/Tbi7c51TQWI/AAAAAAAAFGs/gcYi81keTUk/s72-c/IMG_0964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-6934749381823568315</id><published>2011-04-25T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T15:10:53.951-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peperoncini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lemon balm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Having a garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I love gardening, or I should say I love having a garden. We went to the nursery yesterday. I picked out tomato plants, lots of peppers--jalapeno,&lt;a href="http://www.chilipeppermadness.com/pepperoncini-chili-pepper.html"&gt; peperoncini&lt;/a&gt;, orange, and yellow as well as lettuce and strawberries. I like to think about the delicious salsa, salads, and colorful dishes we'll have this summer. While I am looking up ways of cooking the vegetables, Bruce is out planting. He likes to sit out in the sun and dig in the soil while I sit in my office writing. We are quite a team.&lt;br /&gt;
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We both enjoy watering a little too much. This year we will cut back on the water which should produce a more abundant crop. We (we as in Bruce) transplanted the &lt;a href="http://www.theepicentre.com/Spices/lemonbalm.html"&gt;Lemon Balm&lt;/a&gt; plant that took over the garden last year. I knew the plant could be prolific, but when I planted it in the square foot garden last year I was amazed at how it overshadowed the vegetables and herbs. It grew through winter frost and rain, and still I had to cut it way back. I enjoyed lemon balm, mint, honey green tea all year. &lt;br /&gt;
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I love having a garden, smelling the pungent herbs, picking the fresh tomatoes and peppers each morning, and adding color to my day. What do you like in your garden?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-6934749381823568315?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/6934749381823568315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/04/having-garden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/6934749381823568315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/6934749381823568315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/04/having-garden.html' title='Having a garden'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-2476008703640527370</id><published>2011-04-24T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T10:31:51.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He has risen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;What does Easter mean to you? Bunnies and eggs, Easter egg hunts, children's smiles, chocolates, communion, and sunrise worship service. What do these have in common?&lt;br /&gt;
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Spring is the time to celebrate life, birth and renewal. For many Christians Easter is the time to celebrate the re-birth of Christ and all who chose to follow in His footsteps. This morning as I was greeting people coming into the worship service, I heard the greeting Happy Easter as a celebration of the life and resurrection of Jesus. It is a wonderful way to celebrate Easter, but the greeting was a bit shallow for me. "He has risen!" seems a much richer greeting so I will share it with all of my friends. &lt;br /&gt;
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I had fun sending stickers and &lt;a href="http://www.coloringpagesource.com/cpseaster.html"&gt;coloring pages&lt;/a&gt; to my grandchildren in Albuquerque as well as seeing the look of new adventures on a 1-year old's face as he peeked inside a plastic egg to find treats of Cheerios and crackers. Today is the celebration of all that is new, fresh, and innocent as I remember the reason I serve my family and community--because Jesus was the greatest example of sacrificial love.&lt;br /&gt;
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Have a wonderful day!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-2476008703640527370?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/2476008703640527370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/04/he-has-risen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/2476008703640527370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/2476008703640527370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/04/he-has-risen.html' title='He has risen!'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-5364658361493143347</id><published>2011-02-26T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T19:44:59.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Land of Enchantment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Dull brown hills mark the western sky.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Fire in the sky burns over the dark hills. A once barren landscape is aglow in the waning light.&lt;br /&gt;
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The glare of desert sun is replaced by a kaleidoscope of color. &lt;br /&gt;
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Desert beauty replaces hot dry winds. Tonight New Mexico really is the "Land of Enchantment."&lt;br /&gt;
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Storm clouds quickly obscure the golden hills. Cold invigorating winds crisscross the landscape. Back inside for candles, warm oatmeal cookies, and family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-5364658361493143347?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/5364658361493143347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/02/land-of-enchantment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/5364658361493143347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/5364658361493143347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/02/land-of-enchantment.html' title='Land of Enchantment'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vEalwfnyslU/TWnye28rhRI/AAAAAAAACHo/s6D6WfAe4jg/s72-c/Stark+Mountains.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-2124572894303987910</id><published>2011-02-20T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T22:40:56.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Spaces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;           &lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Stark beauty in the brown barren rolling hills, empty branches, and golden grass. The trees appear empty, without leaves, standing tall and lacking their green adornment. I looked again and saw the mountains, paths, and grass through the branches. Rather than emptiness, I was able to see beyond the trees. Look to the seemingly empty spaces for a view of the distance and the bigger picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-2124572894303987910?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/2124572894303987910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/02/empty-spaces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/2124572894303987910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/2124572894303987910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/02/empty-spaces.html' title='Empty Spaces'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-23630936970447728</id><published>2011-02-12T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T06:19:13.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hibernating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I'm not in California anymore. I am accustomed to mild winters and year round walking weather. During my stay in Albuquerque, I am experiencing the coldest winter in decades with snow, ice, and wind chills of 20 below zero. I enjoy the occasional walk in the rain and freezing temperatures are fine, but I don't walk when it is icy. Apparently few people are out walking in this weather, but you see the occasional person on base walking their dog, and I have seen a military march or two.&lt;br /&gt;
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For the month of February, I feel like I have been in hibernation mostly staying indoors. Exercising at the gym, stair stepping, and the occasional walk have marked my days. I am not really a person who just loves to be outdoors, but I'm in the habit of being out everyday rain or shine.&lt;br /&gt;
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The environment affects the way we live, behave, and communicate. Where we live often determines who we know, our educational opportunities, and lifestyle. Due to the cold weather and broken pipes, I have been living in a hotel with my daughter and three young children for two weeks. Our circumstances have changed the way we do everything. We are warm and well, but there are so many people who have been without heat for over two weeks and those who have no safe warm place to live.&lt;br /&gt;
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The weather is warming up to the 40's, we will be moving back to my daughter's house soon, and get back to a normal routine. Since losing my power supply at the airport, living at a hotel with sick children, and adapting to my environment, I haven't posted in a couple of weeks. My goal is to post each week, but the best laid plans can be misplaced when nature sets the course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-23630936970447728?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/23630936970447728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/02/hibernating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/23630936970447728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/23630936970447728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/02/hibernating.html' title='Hibernating'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-6505770812414949757</id><published>2011-02-01T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T18:09:53.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Everyone</title><content type='html'>I've been walking and writing in this blog for the last 6 months. My purpose was disciplining myself to walk more, write daily whether I wanted to or not, and improve my thinking and creativity. I have learned to write whether or not I feel inspired, and to observe and appreciate nature.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have reached my overall goal. Writing and sharing my experiences has given me the accountability I needed. Now I plan to post once a week and work on more in depth writing. My goal is to walk at least 150 minutes a week. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you everyone for your comments and encouragement and for sharing this journey with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-6505770812414949757?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/6505770812414949757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/02/thank-you-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/6505770812414949757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/6505770812414949757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/02/thank-you-everyone.html' title='Thank You Everyone'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-1007133978094250278</id><published>2011-01-31T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T19:53:25.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>I spent 20 minutes at the gym on the Exercycle and missed getting a walk before the snow storm. From shirt sleeves this morning to snow this afternoon, the weather in Albuquerque changes very quickly. It's definitely winter and we are not in California anymore. Not everyone enjoys year round walking weather, but there is nothing like walking out to a blanket of white and a spray of big white snow flakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-1007133978094250278?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/1007133978094250278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/1007133978094250278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/1007133978094250278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-7430030980302643565</id><published>2011-01-30T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T19:36:38.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Walking</title><content type='html'>This was the first day in 203 days that I walked less than 20 minutes and slow walking at that. My five year old grandson stepped in front of me as I was stepping out onto the cement patio while holding the baby. I balanced on my toes to break my fall. Hazel and I both hit the concrete. Hazel is fine, but my toes are quite sore. &lt;br /&gt;
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1o minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-7430030980302643565?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/7430030980302643565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/slow-walking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/7430030980302643565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/7430030980302643565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/slow-walking.html' title='Slow Walking'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-7289725403809636338</id><published>2011-01-29T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T19:35:02.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels Like Fall</title><content type='html'>Everyday feels like a fall getting ready for school day. The sunshine, crisp air, and cool breezes give me that feeling of anxious anticipation I had when I walked across the Sac State campus on the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;
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What images does January weather conjure up for you?&lt;br /&gt;
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30 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-7289725403809636338?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/7289725403809636338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/feels-like-fall.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/7289725403809636338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/7289725403809636338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/feels-like-fall.html' title='Feels Like Fall'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-8946300353782583257</id><published>2011-01-28T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T19:36:09.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pen &amp; Paper</title><content type='html'>I seem to have lost my computer power cord going through security at the airport. I wondered how I would write or work during my month's stay in NM. I can get my extra cord from home in a few days, but I feel lost without my own computer. &lt;br /&gt;
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It was interesting that today I caught a podcast on The Accidental Creative #177 about ways to work more effectively while generating new ideas. One suggestion was to turn off your gadgets,   Take a pen and paper and go outside. Observe, write, and imagine.&lt;br /&gt;
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I got out my pen &amp; paper and started writing. It was actually fun. Innovative ideas come from new experiences, changing your environment, and connecting with creative people.&lt;br /&gt;
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I will need to be more resourceful to keep up my writing, but in the meantime I am learning to use my daughter's iPad. Thank you, Jenn! I am glad to have some access to technology. Have you found ways to take a break from the volumes of information coming at you on the Internet?&lt;br /&gt;
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20 minutes walking&lt;br /&gt;
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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-8946300353782583257?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/8946300353782583257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/pen-paper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/8946300353782583257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/8946300353782583257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/pen-paper.html' title='Pen &amp; Paper'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-5201165010912245696</id><published>2011-01-27T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T18:48:31.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shining moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I don't need to be a genius everyday. Shining moments come in dollops between inspiration, drudgery, and hard work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;20 minutes walking&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-5201165010912245696?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/5201165010912245696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/shining-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/5201165010912245696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/5201165010912245696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/shining-moments.html' title='Shining moments'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-3390049831774739154</id><published>2011-01-26T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T14:30:55.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;On a short evening walk in Albuquerque after a day of traveling, I was delighted by a light show in the sky. Not a comet, just lots of sparkling stars. The sky is so clear and the stars so bright. It feels very safe walking around at night on an Air Force Base. Families leave bikes out and doors unlocked. It's a different world than Elk Grove in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;
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20 minutes walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-3390049831774739154?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/3390049831774739154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/stars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/3390049831774739154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/3390049831774739154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/stars.html' title='Stars'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-7237804562454407757</id><published>2011-01-25T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T23:45:50.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A short walk after a busy day baking and frosting cookies etc. The boys, 3 &amp;amp; 5, loved cutting out and decorating cookies to send to their Papa in Qatar. Off to Albuquerque in the morning to help my daughter out with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;
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20 minutes walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-7237804562454407757?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/7237804562454407757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/baking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/7237804562454407757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/7237804562454407757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/baking.html' title='Baking'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-5727060846680768922</id><published>2011-01-24T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T23:20:34.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ripple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;           &lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I saw a duck sailing across the smooth glassy pond. At a constant speed it moved gently through the water leaving a ripple in the wake behind him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do you leave a ripple behind as you pass through your life? One of the nicest things a student I was supervising said to me was that I left a legacy wherever I went. Not a big splash. Just people feeling better about themselves, people getting jobs, training, and knowing someone cared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We can all make some kind of ripple in the pond as we swim or sail across the water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;60 minutes walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-5727060846680768922?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/5727060846680768922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/ripple.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/5727060846680768922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/5727060846680768922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/ripple.html' title='A Ripple'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-7427451199561301026</id><published>2011-01-23T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:50:15.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It's so easy to take a walk, make a few notes, and put off writing and editing for the next day. The next day brings work from the day before. A simple job grows into a game of catch up. As I thought about procrastinating and putting off work until tomorrow, I realized that's what I needed to write about--the need to keep up or change goals and expectations. If something is not working, I shouldn't keep doing it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Every day I ask myself if this is what I want to keep doing. I hesitate and then decide to keep walking and writing everyday. At least for now. We'll see what tomorrow brings.&lt;br /&gt;
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30 minutes walking&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-7427451199561301026?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/7427451199561301026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/procrastination.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/7427451199561301026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/7427451199561301026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-4263677467620207277</id><published>2011-01-22T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T17:07:08.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Longer days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The days still last 24 hours, but they seem longer because we are starting to get more daylight hours. As the&amp;nbsp; dark winter nights give way to longer evenings, there's more time for walking in the light of day. It was exciting to find that it was still dusk at 5:30. As the holiday lights come down, the sunlight peaks into the night to make it a little shorter.&lt;br /&gt;
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My step quickened with enthusiasm in the warm evening light. We're heading toward spring and long evening walks.&lt;br /&gt;
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30 minutes walking&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-4263677467620207277?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/4263677467620207277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/longer-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/4263677467620207277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/4263677467620207277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/longer-days.html' title='Longer days'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-4778399271341537509</id><published>2011-01-21T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:52:27.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Flamingo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We spent four hours at the Sacramento Zoo with the family. Our five-year old grandson's favorite animal is the flamingo. I am always fascinated by their bright pink color, posturing, and ability to stand on one leg to rest or stay warm. The flamingo's different stances with it's long legs in different poses keeps me watching. According to the Fort Worth Zoo blog, &lt;a href="http://whozoo.org/Intro98/marisede/marinased.htm"&gt;WhoZoo&lt;/a&gt;, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What appears to be the flamingo's knee is actually its ankle."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I read about the flamingos on the zoo's billboard, but I left more curious than ever. How do the birds stay so pink in the zoo? At the Honolulu Zoo's website I learned more about their feeding habits in captivity. I found it interesting to learn, "The food that flamingos eat is rich in carotinoid pigments (named after the pigment found in carrots) which they use to create the pink coloration in their feathers. Without this pigment, their feathers would slowly bleach out and lose color, so in the Zoo they are fed a diet which has carophyll red pigment in it." In their natural habitats they eat shrimp and other crustaceans to keep their colors bright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;According to the &lt;a href="http://www.carrotmuseum.co.uk/nutrition.html"&gt;Carrot Museum&lt;/a&gt; website, the carotene from carrots keeps our hair and skin nourished and healthy looking just like the carotinoids keep the flamingo colorful and healthy. Give your skin that healthy glow with a diet rich in carotene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-4778399271341537509?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/4778399271341537509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/american-flamingo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/4778399271341537509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/4778399271341537509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/american-flamingo.html' title='American Flamingo'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-4137793335637379071</id><published>2011-01-20T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T22:55:38.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gnarly Roots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;My neighbor has a tree with gnarly roots that meander across their lawn. The big shallow arms seem to be reaching for the surface of the earth on the other side of the yard. I walk past another house and the landscape seems to be in harmony. The roots are tucked comfortably under the earth being nurtured by the underground water supply.&lt;br /&gt;
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Like trees, some people seem deeply rooted and thrive in their environments, while others seem to be transplanted from their natural habitat. A person who needs sunshine and exercise to feel mentally and emotionally healthy may find themselves working in a cubicle for eight or nine hours a day. They can feel stifled, shut down, and disengaged.&lt;br /&gt;
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The need for color, light, fresh air, and physical activity affects each of us differently, Some of us work better surrounded by beauty and music while others get a sense of accomplishment from spending hours looking at a computer screen developing a new program. We often underestimate the value of our environments.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you feel like the gnarly tree scratching at the surface to find a breath of fresh air, you may be in an environment that stifles your growth. Look deeper. What can you do to make your environment more pleasant? Where are your roots trying to take you?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-4137793335637379071?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/4137793335637379071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/gnarly-roots.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/4137793335637379071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/4137793335637379071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/gnarly-roots.html' title='Gnarly Roots'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-1576569582081371588</id><published>2011-01-19T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T23:25:07.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I watch my 14 month old granddaughter toddling around the house. She walks, runs, falls forward, and then gets up and runs again. The ups and downs of learning to walk are similar to any learning process. If we have the courage to leap forward, we will then fall, get up, and go again.&lt;br /&gt;
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No one learns to walk if they are afraid of falling. As soon as the child realized she can fall down and get back up, she is no longer afraid. Fear of looking stupid and failing can keep learning in check. Take a leap, fall down, and get back up. People forget your mistakes much quicker than you do. Let them go and move on.&lt;br /&gt;
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20 minutes walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-1576569582081371588?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/1576569582081371588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/learning-to-walk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/1576569582081371588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/1576569582081371588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/learning-to-walk.html' title='Learning to Walk'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-258305804732256076</id><published>2011-01-18T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T23:16:39.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting it done</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I like to think about things before I say them. Whenever possible I check the facts and do some editing. But in the world of blogging information moves at high speeds. I may not know the exact words I want to use, my thoughts are still raw, but I can speak honestly about what is on my mind at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;
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Blogging can be informal like a journal or conversation--a growth process. Or a blog can be used for formal professional articles. Taking the time to write and edit an article can be a lot of work, but it feels good to have an article I am pleased with. To keep up with the webisphere we often need to move quickly or we can be lost in the stream. I don't like to share my growth. I like to look competent and knowledgeable. But thinking out loud has its benefits such as immediate feedback, working harder to finish something quickly, and willingness to share a process with others.&lt;br /&gt;
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50 minutes walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-258305804732256076?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/258305804732256076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/getting-it-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/258305804732256076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/258305804732256076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/getting-it-done.html' title='Getting it done'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-933453197065049988</id><published>2011-01-17T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T21:57:28.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Add Color</title><content type='html'>So many great ways to eat fruit and vegetables. It's was fun to see our 14-month old grand daughter eating blackberries and blueberries like candy. Grated carrot pancakes and chopped spinach scrambled eggs. The kids ate it up, and I found it delicious. Add color to every meal with healthy fruit and vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;
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30 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-933453197065049988?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/933453197065049988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/add-color.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/933453197065049988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/933453197065049988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/add-color.html' title='Add Color'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-2236485450064911040</id><published>2011-01-16T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T22:05:12.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healthiest Hamburgers</title><content type='html'>A nice long walk to the store for dinner ingredients made the meal that much healthier.&amp;nbsp; We had sweet potato french fries and fabulous hamburgers with oats, potatoes, Watkins BBQ sauce. Walking before eating makes the meal taste better. Buying fresh fruit for a beautiful fruit salad topped off the meal.&lt;br /&gt;
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70 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-2236485450064911040?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/2236485450064911040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/healthiest-hamburgers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/2236485450064911040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/2236485450064911040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/healthiest-hamburgers.html' title='Healthiest Hamburgers'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-8638739604348527955</id><published>2011-01-15T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T20:56:58.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for Sunshine</title><content type='html'>I often hear people say they are looking for sunshine after a number of cloudy or foggy days. I'm enjoying the weather and every time the sun peaks through the clouds (a few days ago.)&lt;br /&gt;
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30 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-8638739604348527955?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/8638739604348527955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/looking-for-sunshine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/8638739604348527955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/8638739604348527955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/looking-for-sunshine.html' title='Looking for Sunshine'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-595427788008559371</id><published>2011-01-14T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T12:04:15.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Collaboration</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Deciding whether someone will be a collaborator, colleague, or friend is like a walk in the park. You may have a friend that you respect. You can talk about your interests and passion and if you have similar interests, you may be able to work on a project or business venture together. You may decide the person is a colleague who is in a similar business that you can learn from their expertise. Or you may find that you are friends with different business interests. Take a walk, listen, observe, and respect the different goals people have in their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Collaboration and relationship building are the keys to success in your life and work in the 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; century, but determining how to collaborate and with whom takes time. A passionate entrepreneur can overwhelm friends and family and they may even feel taken advantage of if there are not clear boundaries. Communication, honesty, and integrity are the keys to finding collaborators and partners while keeping your relationships healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;If you are receiving this blog post in an email, I consider you an interested friend, colleague or collaborator. If you would rather not receive this blog in an email, just unsubscribe or let me know. Communication and understanding are the keys to building a successful network.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-595427788008559371?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/595427788008559371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/collaboration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/595427788008559371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/595427788008559371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/collaboration.html' title='Collaboration'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-5551311738886839257</id><published>2011-01-13T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T08:58:26.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smooth Sailing</title><content type='html'>The water on the pond had barely a ripple. The ducks had smooth sailing across the water. Geese grazed on the lawn as the sun set across the lake. It's nice to have a day where things just go smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Collaborating with my mother on writing her story, working with my sister on her business plans and new ventures, and ending the day with losing badly at Farkle and Quiddler. Work I enjoy, family, friends, and lots of laughs with barely a ripple in my day.&lt;br /&gt;
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50 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-5551311738886839257?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/5551311738886839257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/smooth-sailing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/5551311738886839257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/5551311738886839257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/smooth-sailing.html' title='Smooth Sailing'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-3167582834871678942</id><published>2011-01-12T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T07:19:13.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Do That</title><content type='html'>Have you ever set a goal or decided to do something you thought was important and later felt like you just couldn't do it? Some days it's hard to squeeze in a walk, but I do it. The hardest part of my goal seems to be writing something everyday. It has been an amazing discipline, and I can write much faster now, but there are days I think I must have been crazy. I have nothing to say. My mind is a blank slate. "I just can't do it," comes to my mind. Or the old saying, "I bit off more than I can chew."&lt;br /&gt;
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Why didn't I say once a week rather than ever day? This self-imposed challenge can get tiresome after186 straight days of walking and writing. I brush away my thoughts of skipping a day and write. I did it again!&lt;br /&gt;
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45 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-3167582834871678942?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/3167582834871678942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/cant-do-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/3167582834871678942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/3167582834871678942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/cant-do-that.html' title='Can&apos;t Do That'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-1971841269030181461</id><published>2011-01-11T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:03:11.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resting My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Enjoyed a walk to rest my mind. I spend a good deal of time gathering and synthesizing information. There is no better time to live on this earth than now if you love information. The problem is that the more you love information, the more likely you are to suffer from information overload. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;"In the last 30 years mankind has produced more information than in the previous 5,000."&amp;nbsp; (&lt;a href="http://library.humboldt.edu/%7Eccm/fingertips/ioverloadstats.html"&gt;Information Overload Causes Stress&lt;/a&gt;. (1997, March/April).&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Reuters Magazine.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I was thrilled when I realized how much good information is readily available at no cost on the internet. I started signing up for newsletters and tele-classes. I’m amazed at how much I’ve learned, but I can easily overload myself with information without gaining wisdom. I don’t believe we are smarter just because we have so much information. I have to wade through a lot of junk before I get to reliable sources. It can easily be overwhelming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;So nice to just walk, watch, and listen. Facts and information need to be analyzed to determine their value, but living in harmony with nature can teach wisdom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-1971841269030181461?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/1971841269030181461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/resting-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/1971841269030181461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/1971841269030181461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/resting-my-mind.html' title='Resting My Mind'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-3478872291802594147</id><published>2011-01-10T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T14:17:22.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;I read a lovely little story on my walk today called, "Where Love is, God Is" by Leo Tolstoy. The story is about an old cobbler who has suffered much loss and feels bitter about his life. One night he was reading the gospels and began to wonder what kind of man he was. He read the&amp;nbsp; Luke 7:44 story of the Pharisee who did not welcome Jesus into his home. Martin, the poor cobbler said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;"He must have been like me, that Pharisee. He too thought only of himself -- how to get a cup of tea, how to keep warm and comfortable; never a thought of his guest. He took care of himself, but for his guest he cared nothing at all. Yet who was the guest? The Lord himself! If he came to me, should I behave like that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;The story goes on to tell about Martin's visitors and how he welcomed them. In the story Martin found happiness by welcoming his guests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;I find it easy to bask in comfort, fuss about details, and miss opportunities to entertain strangers in need. Even when guests come to my home I often spend more time fixing things than really "seeing" my guests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;I felt inspired by Tolstoy's tale written in his later life as he contemplated how he had lived. You can read the print story at &lt;a href="http://www.webliterature.net/literature/Tolstoy/WL14839/BK14839.html"&gt;Webliterature.net.&lt;/a&gt; The audio version is available at &lt;a href="http://classictales.libsyn.com/index.php?post_id=643713"&gt;The Classic Tales Podcast.&lt;/a&gt; I am always amazed at the great selection of classic literature available at no cost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-3478872291802594147?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/3478872291802594147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/guest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/3478872291802594147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/3478872291802594147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/guest.html' title='The Guest'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-3397462521421019600</id><published>2011-01-09T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T15:28:16.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Inspiration</title><content type='html'>This morning my husband came in from his walk exuberant from the fresh cold air and long walk. He said he would watch our granddaughter if I wanted to take a walk. "Maybe later," I said. I was engrossed in a writing project.&lt;br /&gt;
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His energy was contagious, and I soon put my papers away and took a walk. I made a commitment to walk everyday because I know it's healthy. My husband walks for the fun of it. His enthusiasm is my walking inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some people love to be outdoors to run, walk, and garden, while others of us go out to improve health, brain power, and creativity. What inspires you to walk and exercise?&lt;br /&gt;
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40 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-3397462521421019600?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/3397462521421019600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/walking-inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/3397462521421019600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/3397462521421019600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/walking-inspiration.html' title='Walking Inspiration'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-7847490217831425452</id><published>2011-01-08T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T12:15:48.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Anyone Care?</title><content type='html'>I take long walks and listen to creative entrepreneurs, interesting podcasts, and birds in the trees. I get so many thoughts and ideas that I would like to share with the world. There are so many exciting things happening with business, cultural diversity, and new ways of thinking and seeing the world. I can't wait to get to my computer and share them.&lt;br /&gt;
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I start writing and wonder if anyone cares about what I have to say, who I am, and the things I am passionate about.&amp;nbsp; Am I an observer in life or one who is able to create positive change and make the world a better place to live?&lt;br /&gt;
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I saw a cat sitting in the upstairs window of a neighbors house. It seemed to be an observer of the world outside. LIke the cat, I feel comfortable observing without taking a risk and expressing how i really feel. I admired the cat because it sat there handsomely without interrupting my thoughts or my day. Sometimes it seems easier to just go with the flow without disturbing, distracting, or influencing. But what would be my purpose on this earth? I am not a cat. I am a human being who can observe, analyze and act. &lt;br /&gt;
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I have the power to learn, share and listen. If I can't talk about who I am, then who am I really? I will continue to journal my observations and thoughts and send them out to the &lt;a href="http://blog.schoollibraryjournal.com/nonfictionmatters/2010/09/29/ereader-day/"&gt;digitisphere. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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70 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-7847490217831425452?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/7847490217831425452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/does-anyone-care.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/7847490217831425452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/7847490217831425452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/does-anyone-care.html' title='Does Anyone Care?'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-5640200389434512143</id><published>2011-01-07T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T23:24:08.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CALM</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Tips from the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://www.flyingsolo.com.au/live-smarter/stress-management/tips-for-staying-calm-under-pressure"&gt;Flying Solo&lt;/a&gt; entrepreneur's website to help you calm down:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria;"&gt;M: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Master of actions versus reactions&lt;br /&gt;
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20 minutes walking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-5640200389434512143?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/5640200389434512143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/calm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/5640200389434512143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/5640200389434512143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/calm.html' title='CALM'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-6349591896244493019</id><published>2011-01-06T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T12:11:51.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Idea!</title><content type='html'>It was a nice long walk to the coffee shop. I didn't check the weather first and found it to be cold and misty with possible showers. I took a chance and dashed off remembering my post about checking the weather first. That would have been a good idea. It stayed brisk and misty. Perfect day for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;
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Enjoyed a nice conversation with an entrepreneur about goals and business ideas. She had a great idea to add a stylish tangible product to her business portfolio. In addition to her &lt;a href="http://www.linkedin.com/pub/janet-hignight/12/980/69b"&gt;Prepaid Legal Business,&lt;/a&gt; she is looking into selling versatile handbags.&amp;nbsp; In the current business climate having a tangible product is a great way to introduce yourself to customers and let them know about your valuable service.&lt;br /&gt;
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70 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-6349591896244493019?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/6349591896244493019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/business-ideas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/6349591896244493019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/6349591896244493019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/business-ideas.html' title='Great Idea!'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-1228754613615546938</id><published>2011-01-05T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T19:02:35.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I don’t often play “red light,” “green light” while taking a walk. But walking with a tired 3-year old brings out the playfulness and resourcefulness in me. When kids start lagging, it’s fun to hop and skip, be a train and use train sounds, and jump over and around things. Playing walking games brings out the smiles in me and the energy in the child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;20 minutes walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-1228754613615546938?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/1228754613615546938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/walking-games.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/1228754613615546938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/1228754613615546938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/walking-games.html' title='Walking Games'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-7870294386718248360</id><published>2011-01-04T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T12:53:10.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to Dash</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;As we hurtle into a new year, let’s not get too anxious about uncertainty. Instead we should focus on doing what we do best and make a commitment to constantly improve along the way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3e8a9a;"&gt;Robert Gerrish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.flyingsolo.com.au/working-smarter/business-plans/the-year-ahead-joys-of-uncertainty"&gt;Flying Solo.&lt;/a&gt; www.flyingsolo.com/au&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;January brings us uncertain weather in Sacramento. When I wake up in the morning I don’t know whether I will see sunshine, rain, or fog. In fact, we often have all three in one day. When I get my coat to go out for a walk, I don’t know if I will need a scarf, raincoat, or short sleeves. What to do? I look outside to get a clue about the climate, and then I often walk outside to test the weather. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;When our lives feel uncertain, we can look at what is going on in our environments, take a short test, and then go where our talents and intuition take us. Sounds simple and obvious. Barely worth saying. The truth is that it has only been a relatively short time ago that people were buying risky mortgages without taking a look at the climate, doing any research or testing the waters. Sometimes we’re just ready to dash out into a storm and see what happens. It can be great fun on a wintry day to take a guess at the weather and just take off. When it comes to financial and career decisions, being prepared can keep you from getting soaked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;20 minutes walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-7870294386718248360?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/7870294386718248360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/ready-to-dash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/7870294386718248360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/7870294386718248360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/ready-to-dash.html' title='Ready to Dash'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-6249787733927237045</id><published>2011-01-03T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T21:29:40.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Single Footstep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="body"&gt;If you have nothing to say, quote someone who does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="body"&gt;As a single footstep will not make a path on the  earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a  deep physical path, we walk again and again. To make a deep mental  path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to  dominate our lives.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/h/henrydavid121510.html"&gt;Henry David Thoreau&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;30 minutes walking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-6249787733927237045?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/6249787733927237045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/single-footstep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/6249787733927237045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/6249787733927237045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/single-footstep.html' title='A Single Footstep'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-203720679748793164</id><published>2011-01-02T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:57:29.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life of a Dog</title><content type='html'>Panting&lt;br /&gt;
Running&lt;br /&gt;
Jumping&lt;br /&gt;
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Anticipation&lt;br /&gt;
Excitement&lt;br /&gt;
Happiness&lt;br /&gt;
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A walk in the park&lt;br /&gt;
One meal a day&lt;br /&gt;
Ah! The life of a dog.&lt;br /&gt;
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30 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-203720679748793164?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/203720679748793164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-of-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/203720679748793164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/203720679748793164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-of-dog.html' title='The Life of a Dog'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-2424969225410186163</id><published>2011-01-01T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T09:43:40.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2011</title><content type='html'>Nice walk in the rain to Starbucks to enjoy a green tea latte and feta spinach wrap with my newly retired husband. Nice start to the second decade of the 21st century.&lt;br /&gt;
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60 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-2424969225410186163?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/2424969225410186163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/2424969225410186163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/2424969225410186163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-2011.html' title='Happy 2011'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-1734124669145937178</id><published>2010-12-31T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T20:33:18.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reach HIgher</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;/style&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Enjoying a walk because I can&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;On the last day of 2010 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;174 days of walks this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;191 left to meet my goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Another year to walk taller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Take a chance and reach higher&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;To catch an unreachable goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Who knows where it will take me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;20 minutes walking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-1734124669145937178?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/1734124669145937178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/reach-higher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/1734124669145937178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/1734124669145937178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/reach-higher.html' title='Reach HIgher'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-8328222150470619862</id><published>2010-12-30T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T23:12:52.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Community Gardens</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;/style&gt;     &lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gardens are being used in schools, universities and nonprofits to create a healthful environment for education, improved self-esteem, and economic empowerment for students and families. For example the Yale University's "Sustainable Food Project" brings people together around shared food, shared work, and shared inquiry. Exploration, research, testing, and evaluation are career skills that are learned in the garden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;For more about community gardening and empowerment see my article, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.associationdatabase.com/aws/NCDA/pt/sd/news_article/28844/_PARENT/layout_details/false%20"&gt;Gardening as a Tool for Career Development&lt;/a&gt;" in the National Career Development Association’s Career Convergence online magazine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;style&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;First Lady Michelle Obama and California's First Lady have been promoting gardens in schools for health and learning. This is an exciting trend for improving health and education. Gardening kids get excited about planting, maintaining, and eating vegetables. They learn responsibility while seeing results for their work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"A lot of answers to life's questions can be harvested from a student garden. A child who nurtures a tiny lettuce plant is more likely to enjoy a salad. As the plant grows, the child develops, learning about nature, nutrition and responsibility." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Read more about schools with successful community garden programs in the article, "&lt;a href="http://www.sacbee.com/2010/12/11/3248940/seeds-school-gardens-offer-learning.html#ixzz17wCQYwgw"&gt;Seeds: School Gardens Offer Learning Opportunities&lt;/a&gt;" Debbie Arrington online !2/12/2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We are planning a winter garden for the first time. According to the &lt;a href="http://www.urbanorganicgardener.com/creative-gardens-in-small-spaces/coconut-shell-container/"&gt;Urban Organic Gardener&lt;/a&gt; website, coconut shells make great starters for planting winter greens. Blogger &lt;a href="http://www.urbanorganicgardener.com/mike-lieberman/"&gt;Mike Lieberman&lt;/a&gt; believes in the importance of growing at least some of your food.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not a natural gardener. None of my thumbs are the slightest bit green, but I think there is value to being outdoors and growing and caring for a garden. When I water the plants I am connected to something living and growing and providing me with health and nutrition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-8328222150470619862?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/8328222150470619862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/community-gardens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/8328222150470619862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/8328222150470619862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/community-gardens.html' title='Community Gardens'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-8295628637358059759</id><published>2010-12-29T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T07:46:16.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Feather</title><content type='html'>I felt the cold slice through my coat and shirt. It was like snow cold although it rarely snows in Sacramento. I looked at the ducks happily swimming in the pond as the geese and egrets strutted around for our amusement. They were quite comfortable in their attire.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cotton, rayon, polyester. Is that really progress? Maybe a feather would be better.&lt;br /&gt;
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30 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-8295628637358059759?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/8295628637358059759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/feather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/8295628637358059759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/8295628637358059759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/feather.html' title='A Feather'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-108636114634604824</id><published>2010-12-28T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T17:31:39.658-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Put Me in the Scene</title><content type='html'>When I tell a story whether it is to communicate an idea to a friend,  share my experiences in a job interview, or write a scene for a story, I need to put my audience in the scene. By describing details, observations, or feelings, I can bring you into my story. I want you to care about what is happening. If you've had a similar experience, or you know me or follow my blog, I may be able to bring you into the scene with me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Step outside and notice how the air feels on your cheeks, your hands, your feet. Is the air dry or wet? How do you like it? What does the color, scent, or temperature bring to your memory. Try describing the experience verbally or in writing.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are so many ways to tell a story or share an experience. You might describe a scene differently to a friend who knows you than you would to a stranger. You can read the scenes below and see if I was able to put you in the scene in either scenario.&lt;br /&gt;
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I could barely feel my tingling cheeks and heavy fingers as I walked against the cold wind. Droplets began to blur my vision. I wasn't prepared for the rain. Despite the chill my hands warmed up on the walk home.&lt;br /&gt;
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I went for a walk and came back because it was cold and rainy.&lt;br /&gt;
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40 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-108636114634604824?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/108636114634604824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/put-me-in-scene.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/108636114634604824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/108636114634604824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/put-me-in-scene.html' title='Put Me in the Scene'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-9014663392440279068</id><published>2010-12-28T07:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T12:10:03.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Write</title><content type='html'>Can I learn something about myself by just writing when I have nothing to say? My pen feels heavy yet empty. My mind draws a blank. Not feeling creative or inspired, I just write. The light tapping of the keys tell me where I am going. Soon the action of my fingers reach my mind and I feel a stirring.&lt;br /&gt;
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Writing down hopes, dreams, and wishes are a great way to find out what you really want. Journal your dreams, walk and observe, find new ways to test your strengths. Walk and write when you don't want to just to build character. . &lt;br /&gt;
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Walking is definitely not a hobby or something I love to do for the sake of getting outdoors, but every day is new and I want to experience it. I want to be healthy and creative, so I walk.&lt;br /&gt;
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20 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-9014663392440279068?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/9014663392440279068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-write.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/9014663392440279068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/9014663392440279068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-write.html' title='Just Write'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-2626910307852817776</id><published>2010-12-27T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T07:47:45.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordinary Day</title><content type='html'>I have a goal to write everyday.&lt;br /&gt;
I look for joy, inspiration, and meaning in each day.&lt;br /&gt;
I feel so inspired I'm not sure how to express it.&lt;br /&gt;
I look for deeper meaning&lt;br /&gt;
Something unique&lt;br /&gt;
A reason to write.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some days I just need to take action&lt;br /&gt;
To start writing when I feel I have nothing to say&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
Not knowing if anyone is listening&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm thankful for living.&lt;br /&gt;
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40 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-2626910307852817776?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/2626910307852817776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/ordinary-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/2626910307852817776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/2626910307852817776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/ordinary-day.html' title='Ordinary Day'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-3012002104573464023</id><published>2010-12-26T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T07:36:47.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Peaceful Moments</title><content type='html'>Make peaceful moments in your day.&lt;br /&gt;
A time to think,&lt;br /&gt;
A time to act,&lt;br /&gt;
And a time to "just be."&lt;br /&gt;
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50 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-3012002104573464023?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/3012002104573464023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/make-peaceful-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/3012002104573464023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/3012002104573464023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/make-peaceful-moments.html' title='Make Peaceful Moments'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-4890741565407622299</id><published>2010-12-25T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T17:29:40.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Seasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TRk85t_eUsI/AAAAAAAABTE/11z3ob03aDs/s1600/IMG_0814.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TRk85t_eUsI/AAAAAAAABTE/11z3ob03aDs/s320/IMG_0814.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TRk9LQSXNUI/AAAAAAAABTI/7K48CaHzmXg/s1600/IMG_0815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TRk9LQSXNUI/AAAAAAAABTI/7K48CaHzmXg/s320/IMG_0815.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TRbpVMwMx2I/AAAAAAAABTA/U4qF8YGZ8_E/s1600/park+clouds+trees.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TRbpVMwMx2I/AAAAAAAABTA/U4qF8YGZ8_E/s320/park+clouds+trees.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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From&amp;nbsp; hot summer days to midwinter rain, enjoying&amp;nbsp; walking and seeing the changing seasons.&lt;br /&gt;
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30 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-4890741565407622299?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/4890741565407622299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/seasons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/4890741565407622299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/4890741565407622299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/seasons.html' title='Changing Seasons'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TRk85t_eUsI/AAAAAAAABTE/11z3ob03aDs/s72-c/IMG_0814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-2669946869101046814</id><published>2010-12-24T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T16:39:39.696-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Peace, Family, Joy and Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;This  is the perfect time of year to listen to family stories, practice  multi-cultural traditions, and bring joy to the season however you  celebrate it. As families mix and mingle we can learn new traditions as  we share our favorites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will be our grandson's first Christmas. We will share a few gifts, play games, and join in music and laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have  fun listening and giving as you grow your relationships old and new.  Whether you are an entrepreneur, manager, job seeker, or retired, your  relationships are the most important part of the business of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a walk, smile, and have fun this Christmas season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;With Love and Happiness,&lt;br /&gt;
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Nancy Miller, M.S., CCM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Creativity Coach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Credentialed Career Manager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:tealpublishing@gmail.com" target="_blank"&gt;tealpublishing@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Spread happiness like a quilt of warmth and joy!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;30 minutes walking&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-2669946869101046814?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/2669946869101046814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/peace-family-joy-and-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/2669946869101046814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/2669946869101046814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/peace-family-joy-and-love.html' title='Peace, Family, Joy and Love'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-5673595452998522074</id><published>2010-12-23T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T22:33:08.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragile</title><content type='html'>As the fall turns into winter, the moon is covered by an eclipse, and the nights get longer. The light evaporates so quickly it seems to get wisked away.&lt;br /&gt;
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Digital information feels so fragile. One minute I am secure in having put my pictures on my computer, writing, researching and neatly gathering my thoughts and ideas on my computer. Then one day my computer starts acting erratic. It doesn't recognize the ports or network, and I wonder if I will lose all of my information.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I want to hold onto my stuff. I wondered how I would feel if it all just flew out the window. I want to hold onto the past as I move into the future. I wonder why I really have so much stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
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With over 2 gigs of memory, I have so much storage space that I rarely need to sort and delete until I can't find something. Now I am going through hundreds of pictures and documents to let go of the old and make room for the new. I can't move on as long as I am just shuffling through the old.&lt;br /&gt;
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40 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-5673595452998522074?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/5673595452998522074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/fragile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/5673595452998522074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/5673595452998522074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/fragile.html' title='Fragile'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-2116964885468332051</id><published>2010-12-22T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T11:08:33.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enlightenment</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;A spot of clear blue surrounded by white, grey, and black clouds. An orange glow peeks out from under a blanket of clouds. I looked at the sky with a sense of anticipation. Something is coming! The heavy clouds seem to descend on a radiant blue sky. Will the cold air bring a rain storm or another sunny day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Learning is like the winter sky transitioning from light to dark to bright. In the light life seems simple and thoughts are clear. &amp;nbsp;As clear as the translucent sky. New information floods my senses everyday. Where does it fit with my understanding and beliefs? My mind, heart and emotions get stirred up and cloud my thoughts until a faint glow of enlightenment streams through my consciousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Knowledge follows dissonance. Learning comes out of confusion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;30 minutes walking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-2116964885468332051?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/2116964885468332051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/enlightenment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/2116964885468332051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/2116964885468332051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/enlightenment.html' title='Enlightenment'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-5032951661644865866</id><published>2010-12-21T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T08:11:29.811-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tree swallow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Celebrating Love</title><content type='html'>I look at the trees on a winter day and see deep roots, a strong trunk, and the shedding of leaves and dead branches. The wind carries away the the loose leaves and sometimes even pulls off a branch or two, but the tree stands tall.&lt;br /&gt;
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Building a strong relationship is like growing a tree. If the roots are deep and the trunk is strong, it will withstand the stormy seasons. By shedding the old anger and fears, we can move on to grow and blossom in the spring. Today I celebrate 36 years of marriage. Like the rings in a tree trunk each year marks the transitions from old to new. Each year brings new opportunities for celebrating love and growth.&lt;br /&gt;
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60 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-5032951661644865866?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/5032951661644865866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/celebrating-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/5032951661644865866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/5032951661644865866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/celebrating-love.html' title='Celebrating Love'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-7901446571421246313</id><published>2010-12-20T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T11:14:12.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Gift</title><content type='html'>Bundled up in my red scarf and gloves I hardly felt the cold wind. Wrapped in the warmth of friendship, I was blessed with hand made scarves from creative crafters. A warm winter scarf is a great gift for anyone who walks.&lt;br /&gt;
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30 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-7901446571421246313?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/7901446571421246313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/7901446571421246313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/7901446571421246313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-gift.html' title='Christmas Gift'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-4309335113751829810</id><published>2010-12-19T20:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T20:19:08.335-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><title type='text'>Be the Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It was a dark wet day. If I had stayed inside, I would never have seen the rain splatter on the sidewalk or the wet leaves that stuck like glue to the grass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;For a few minutes the sun shone through the gray clouds. “It must be time for a walk,” I said. Within minutes the sun was lost to heavy skies. I smiled and put on my raincoat. Today I am the light. I can smile, share, and find joy in the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven.” Matthew 5:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;20 minutes walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-4309335113751829810?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/4309335113751829810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/be-light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/4309335113751829810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/4309335113751829810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/be-light.html' title='Be the Light'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-8448367776333676223</id><published>2010-12-18T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T23:48:13.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barren Branches</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have you ever noticed the barren branches on winter trees? Peeking out of my hood through the rain, I noticed how each of the bare trees looked so different. I hadn’t noticed the different shapes of the branches when they were covered with leaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some trees have branches that are straight and smooth while others have curling gnarled branches showing years of uneven growth and harsh winters. Or was it a scorching hot summer that caused the unusual shapes?&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Different types of trees in the same park were affected differently by their environment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We each have such different temperaments that, like trees, we can be in the same family, job, or activity and each respond differently to our environments and challenges. From the outside, we see the popular styles and colors, but if we look deep enough to see the barren branches, we will discover the beauty and uniqueness underneath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;40 minutes walking in the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-8448367776333676223?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/8448367776333676223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/barren-branches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/8448367776333676223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/8448367776333676223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/barren-branches.html' title='Barren Branches'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-6752276034776937483</id><published>2010-12-17T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T23:35:20.539-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Krochet Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hats'/><title type='text'>Krochet Kids</title><content type='html'>I had the chance to go to a &lt;a href="http://www.krochetkids.org/"&gt;Krochet Kids International&lt;/a&gt; party this evening. I bought a beautiful white silky scarf made from bamboo. It was fun to watch the video of the guys who started the Krochet Kids after learning to crochet in high school. The smiling faces of the Ugandan women who made the hats and scarves was contagious.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Being avid snow sports enthusiasts, we liked the idea of having our own  unique headwear on the mountain and, though it was not a normal hobby  for high school guys, we reveled in the novelty of it." Dubbed "Krochet Kids" by a hometown newspaper, the boys went to college, discovered the plight of Ugandan people who had been living in camps after the ravages of war. They eventually started a nonprofit that has been helping women support their families. Some of the women have gone on to start their own businesses and the nonprofit is growing rapidly. It was a blessing to see the women's jubilant faces as they are learning a craft and supporting themselves.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Do not train children to learning by force and harshness, but direct them to it by what amuses their minds." Plato &lt;br /&gt;
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I saw this quote by Plato and I thought of the high school boys who were able to have so much fun learning and teaching. &lt;br /&gt;
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20 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-6752276034776937483?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/6752276034776937483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/krochet-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/6752276034776937483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/6752276034776937483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/krochet-kids.html' title='Krochet Kids'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-8207565067775006656</id><published>2010-12-16T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T22:48:53.059-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mahatma Ghandi'/><title type='text'>Be the Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;“Be the change you want to see in the world.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Change is escalating faster and faster. We can easily feel like we are being caught up and carried along with the changes, but we don't need to be blown around by the winds of change. We can take charge of our lives and careers and be a significant force in the direction of our lives and the lives of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;20 minutes walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-8207565067775006656?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/8207565067775006656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/be-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/8207565067775006656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/8207565067775006656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/be-change.html' title='Be the Change'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-6112673423811748523</id><published>2010-12-15T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T09:13:09.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Way</title><content type='html'>When I stay inside the house or office the walls are the same color, the consistent glow of the lights don't change, and the air grows stagnant. I step outside and everyday is different. One day is bright and the next is hazy. Green trees in the spring bare a kaleidoscope of colors in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;
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Walking outdoors everyday gives me a new perspective each day. When I look at the same scene in a different light, I see an old scene in a new way. Walking is one of the best ways to stimulate your mind and gain new understandings.&lt;br /&gt;
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"That is what learning is. You suddenly understand something you've understood all of your life, but in a new way." Doris Lessing, Author of &lt;a href="http://www.dorislessing.org/the.html"&gt;The Grass Is Singing.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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20 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-6112673423811748523?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/6112673423811748523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/6112673423811748523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/6112673423811748523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-way.html' title='A New Way'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-94013923615950787</id><published>2010-12-14T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T01:42:12.447-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brainstorming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><title type='text'>Dark Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A dark damp rainy day is great for contemplating, reflecting, and stirring up ideas all at the same time. As I looked out the window, I thought about how the rain does so many things at one time. The rain cleans the air, washes the sidewalks, waters the garden, wets your windshield, and sprinkles your glasses as it washes the leaves into the gutters. I'm sure you can think of many more things that rain does. Amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I shop for gifts for my grandchildren, I look for toys that do multiple things. When I write I want to infuse meaning, often multiple meanings in one book. In fact, with all of the options we have for creating books these days, I can create multiple forms of a similar idea. It can feel complicated and confusing at times putting ideas together in different ways, but when it works it's like the rain serving several purposes at one time.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-94013923615950787?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/94013923615950787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/dark-rainy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/94013923615950787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/94013923615950787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/dark-rainy-day.html' title='Dark Rainy Day'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-3814666375925468157</id><published>2010-12-13T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T11:35:18.647-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brainstorming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brainstorm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><title type='text'>Brainstorming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In workshops and classes, I love to have everyone brainstorm. In the past I didn't like the idea of brainstorming because anyone can share whether they seem to have a good idea or not. But the point of brainstorming is to come up with as many ideas as possible in a short period of time. One idea leads to another. Brainstorming is an intuitive creative process that I had to learn to appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;
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As Nobel laureate &lt;a href="http://lpi.oregonstate.edu/lpbio/lpbio2.html"&gt;Linus Pauling&lt;/a&gt; said, “The best way to have a good idea is to have lots of ideas.” When writing, problem-solving, or inventing, unproductive ideas can lead to creative designs and failure can lead to success. In her article, &lt;a href="http://www.creativity-portal.com/articles/abby-connors/creative-arts-thinking-not-same.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Creative Arts and Creative Thinking Are Not the Same Thing!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Abby Connors defines creativity as the "ability to generate multiple responses." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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When I tap into my intuitive feelings and responses I come up with  multiple options and a slew of ideas. I can choose which thoughts and  ideas I want to share and how I want to share them, but first I want to  be honest with myself. Journaling, blogging, and brainstorming are great  ways to delve into finding my true self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Brainstorming,  writing, and &lt;a href="http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/p/walking.html"&gt;walking&lt;/a&gt; are great ways to generate ideas. Try a &lt;a href="http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/p/walk-about.html"&gt;Walk About  U!&lt;/a&gt; to brainstorm ideas with a LifeWork Coach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
25 minutes walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-3814666375925468157?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/3814666375925468157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/brainstorming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/3814666375925468157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/3814666375925468157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/brainstorming.html' title='Brainstorming'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-774659345864440743</id><published>2010-12-12T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T09:19:56.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardening Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"A   lot of answers to life's questions can be harvested from a student   garden. A child who nurtures a tiny lettuce plant is more likely to   enjoy a salad. As the plant grows, the child develops, learning of   nature, nutrition and responsibility."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sacbee.com/2010/12/11/3248940/seeds-school-gardens-offer-learning.html#ixzz17wCQYwgw"&gt;Seeds: School Gardens Offer Learning Opportunitie&lt;/a&gt;s. 2/12 Debbie Arrington. December 12, 2010. SacBee.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Schools are collaborating with businesses, hospitals, and gardeners to create amazing learning opportunities.&lt;a href="http://eatfromthegarden.org/"&gt; Grant High School&lt;/a&gt; in Sacramento has an extensive community garden, sustainability, and entrepreneurship program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gardening is a natural, simple, and sometimes profitable way for children to learn. With First Lady Obama, and California's First Lady Maria Shriver supporting gardening in schools and communities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;40 minutes walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-774659345864440743?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/774659345864440743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/gardening-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/774659345864440743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/774659345864440743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/gardening-kids.html' title='Gardening Kids'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-200893967287717555</id><published>2010-12-11T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T14:18:02.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reward for Work</title><content type='html'>"The highest reward for a person's work is not what they get for   it, but what they become by it." Paul Stevens, The Centre for Worklife   Counseling. &lt;br /&gt;
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The work we choose to do, whether we are working for pay, helping the family, or working toward the greater good of the community becomes a part of who we are. Our identities, values, skills, and character are all developed through our daily habits, activities, and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;
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Taking time to savor a meal with someone you care about, reach out to someone as a fellow human being, and smile while doing work that needs to be done builds character. Finding things to do that enrich your mind and bring you joy will also enhance your physical well being.&lt;br /&gt;
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Smile! Enjoy a walk and a vegetable whether you want to or not and become happier and healthier.&lt;br /&gt;
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45 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-200893967287717555?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/200893967287717555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/reward-for-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/200893967287717555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/200893967287717555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/reward-for-work.html' title='Reward for Work'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-8780179757252897891</id><published>2010-12-10T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T01:39:55.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe</title><content type='html'>I feel guilty if I just sit and let my mind wander. I may be trying to think of something meaningful to say, or maybe my mind went blank. If I can't think of anything, I feel unproductive and frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;
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Instead of feeling like I'm not doing anything, I have been taking deep breaths and relaxing. When I allow myself time to &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/2010/12/06/131734718/just-breathe-body-has-a-built-in-stress-reliever&amp;amp;sc=nl&amp;amp;cc=hh-20101206"&gt;breathe&lt;/a&gt;, relax, and stop worrying about what I am accomplishing, I begin to think better. &lt;br /&gt;
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Often busyness is seen as synonymous with productivity in American culture. To stop, breathe, relax, and contemplate may be seen as idleness. But deep breathing is not only relaxing, it is good for your heart and immune system.&lt;br /&gt;
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Enjoy some deep breathing in the fresh air outdoors. &lt;br /&gt;
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20 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-8780179757252897891?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/8780179757252897891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/breathe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/8780179757252897891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/8780179757252897891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/breathe.html' title='Breathe'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-2995704089156563474</id><published>2010-12-09T21:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T18:54:03.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-publishing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='practice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deliberate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K. Anders Ericsson'/><title type='text'>Deliberate Practice</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We all have a story to tell, and more people than ever are telling their stories, writing fiction, and promoting their businesses through self-publishing. Authors, entrepreneurs, and consultants are joining the publishing craze by learning to publish their own books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;"The DIY ethic (&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_293740879" title="Do it yourself"&gt;do it yourself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_293740879"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="extiw" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Do_it_yourself" title="wikt:ethic"&gt;ethic&lt;/a&gt;)  refers to the ethic of being self-reliant by completing tasks oneself  as opposed to having others who are more experienced complete  them for you. It promotes the idea that an ordinary person can learn to  do more than he or she thought was possible." &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/K._Anders_Ericsson"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I am in the process of discovering my story through writing blogs, articles, and a book. I sometimes wonder why it is taking so long. As I read about the DIY's, I realized I have been learning to be a writer and publisher. Setting a goal is the first step, but developing the mastery to accomplish the goal is an even greater leap.&lt;br /&gt;
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Research by &lt;a href="http://www.psy.fsu.edu/faculty/ericsson.dp.html"&gt;K. Anders Ericsson&lt;/a&gt; and others have shown that the right environment, &lt;a href="http://www.psy.fsu.edu/faculty/ericsson/ericsson.exp.perf.html"&gt;deliberate practice&lt;/a&gt;, and study have a greater affect on expert performance than inborn talent or intelligence. In an &lt;a href="http://www.fastcompany.com/magazine/110/final-word.html"&gt;interview with Fast Company Magazine&lt;/a&gt;, Ericsson says,&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"Successful people spontaneously do things differently from those  individuals who stagnate. They have different practice histories. Elite  performers engage in what we call "deliberate practice"--an effortful  activity designed to improve individual target performance. There has to  be some way they're innovating in the way they do things."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Disciplining myself to walk everyday, practice writing daily, and learn about writing is helping me improve my skill and expertise. Having friends, family, colleagues, and other professionals who give me feedback, publish my articles, and support me in my work gives me an environment to grow my talent. We'll see where it leads me.&lt;br /&gt;
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70 minutes walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-2995704089156563474?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/2995704089156563474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/deliberate-practice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/2995704089156563474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/2995704089156563474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/deliberate-practice.html' title='Deliberate Practice'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-1175171335007351803</id><published>2010-12-08T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T19:09:57.104-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walkimg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='editing'/><title type='text'>Recycling the Story</title><content type='html'>I had a little trouble throwing all of those words in the trash yesterday. Some definitely had to go, but others stuck with me. They just didn't fit in the book I was working on. I realized that I had more than one way to tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am working on writing about how job seekers and business owners need to take charge of their lives and have a plan. In fact, even if you are retired you still have expectations, dreams, and hopes. Developing a simple LifeWork Success Plan™ will help you think about how you want to spend your time and money no matter where you are in your life.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was writing about how to develop a plan and kept interjecting my own experiences in developing and using the plan, then I had an example of someone else using it, and then how you can use it. Whew! Too much even for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I realized that I can recycle some of the material into an eBook. Like raking the leaves in the fall and moving them to the garden to grow new vegetables, I can move words to another place and change the focus of the story.&lt;br /&gt;
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I realized that in my own life I sometimes have too many thoughts, memories, and emotions all tangled up together. Some can be moved somewhere else and put in a new story. My own story can be told in so many different ways. I can't control all of the experiences and circumstances in my life, but I can decide where I want them in my story. Some thoughts and memories become headings large and bold while others are tiny footers hardly noticeable.&lt;br /&gt;
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Long walks with family, friends and colleagues, cool breezes, baby smiles and ocean waves are all big bold headings in my story.&lt;br /&gt;
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30 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-1175171335007351803?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/1175171335007351803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/recycling-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/1175171335007351803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/1175171335007351803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/recycling-story.html' title='Recycling the Story'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-8454531684720734074</id><published>2010-12-07T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T18:09:35.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pruning</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hit delete to terminate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Useless tangled words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Replaced “the it and there”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;With descriptive names and places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The practice of organizing words in the form of poetry is a good exercise for developing good writing skills. I wanted to write about my struggle with organizing and editing my writing. As I rewrote this poem several times I asked myself these questions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;What am I trying to say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;How do the words sound out loud?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do I have unnecessary words? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Would another word better convey the meaning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do I want to keep making the poem better or finish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is it worth my time to write this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I decided it was worth my time to practice exploring word choices. Then I needed to get it done and move on. Tomorrow is another day and another walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-8454531684720734074?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/8454531684720734074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/pruning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/8454531684720734074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/8454531684720734074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/pruning.html' title='Pruning'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-3797907068481317050</id><published>2010-12-06T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T03:17:59.567-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><title type='text'>Take a Comma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Quote"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Writing clearly isn’t easy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Writing, clearly, isn’t easy."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Quote"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Quote"&gt;&lt;i&gt;While I agree with both of these statements, the commas give each a different meaning. In her article, "The Best Use of Commas," &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1829867209"&gt;&lt;span class="author"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mary Morel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flyingsolo.com.au/marketing/business-writing/the-correct-use-of-commas"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;shares her advice on how to use, or not use, commas. Commas are like shadows giving pause before the next burst of sunlight. Sentences need commas to give a break, short release, or meaning, just as we need breaks in our energy/work cycles. Take a comma, I mean a break, and I'll try to avoid the run on sentences.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Quote"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Quote"&gt;&lt;i&gt;60 minutes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-3797907068481317050?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/3797907068481317050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/take-comma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/3797907068481317050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/3797907068481317050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/take-comma.html' title='Take a Comma'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-5693107652369749473</id><published>2010-12-05T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T02:40:40.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Bean</title><content type='html'>Today I feel like a green bean. My ideas are still immature and develop seemingly independently within an outer pod. I don't want to say much. I feel like being protective of my inner thoughts until they ripen further. I'm comfortable in my shell. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=foodspice&amp;amp;dbid=134"&gt;"Green beans&lt;/a&gt; are picked while still immature and the inner bean is just beginning to form.  Green beans are in the same family as shell beans, such as pinto beans,  black beans and kidney beans. Yet unlike their cousins, green beans'  entire bean, pod and seed, can be eaten." The George Mateljan Foundation for the World's Healthiest Foods.&lt;br /&gt;
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30 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-5693107652369749473?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/5693107652369749473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/green-bean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/5693107652369749473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/5693107652369749473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/green-bean.html' title='Green Bean'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-1905266448632546710</id><published>2010-12-04T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T22:32:01.648-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><title type='text'>Calories</title><content type='html'>I was shocked and confused to see an additional pound for the last two days when I stepped on the scale. I &lt;a href="http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/walking/HQ01612"&gt;walk&lt;/a&gt; therefore I lose, or so I thought. Standing on a digital scale makes it easy to forget that scales are a balancing act between weights. The numbers seem to magically get larger or smaller. But the image of the balancing of two scales reminds me that calories consumed on one side of the scale versus calories burned on the other determines the weight on the scale.&lt;br /&gt;
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I resolved my dilemma when I realized I had been walking less than usual. I pulled something in my hip while bouncing my ever growing grandson. My pace slowed and my walking time was reduced. Burning calories is a balancing act between consumption and energy. I simply got out of balance by burning fewer calories than I was consuming.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.thewalkingsite.com/faq.html"&gt;The Walking Site&lt;/a&gt; offers interesting information about walking and burning calories:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="text"&gt;There are approximately 3500 calories to one pound of body fat.&lt;br /&gt;
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For most people losing one to two  pounds per week is a healthy weight loss goal (more than that can cause loss of bone and muscle mass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="text"&gt;In order to average one pound  per week it would be necessary to burn an additional 500 calories per  day. (7 days a week X 500 calories per day = 3500 calories.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This will vary depending on the individual, speed walked, terrain, etc. An average person can lose approximately 100 calories per mile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="text"&gt;An average fitness walking pace is close to a 15 minute mile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="text"&gt;20 minutes walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-1905266448632546710?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/1905266448632546710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/calories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/1905266448632546710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/1905266448632546710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/calories.html' title='Calories'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-6195521429577374765</id><published>2010-12-03T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T17:07:56.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Education</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“It has always seemed strange to me that in our endless discussions about education so little stress is laid on the pleasure of becoming an educated person.” Edith Hamilton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Walking outdoors, observing, counting, touching, smelling, and seeing the dynamic balance in nature is true education. It stimulates the mind and creativity. When teachers are allowed to inspire and stimulate the mind of a child it is the greatest gift they can give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;30 minutes walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-6195521429577374765?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/6195521429577374765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/education.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/6195521429577374765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/6195521429577374765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/education.html' title='Education'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-7421272676595097129</id><published>2010-12-02T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T16:50:24.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harmony</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.” Mahatma Gandhi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;30 minutes walking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-7421272676595097129?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/7421272676595097129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/harmony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/7421272676595097129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/7421272676595097129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/harmony.html' title='Harmony'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-6889970780037197248</id><published>2010-12-01T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T20:38:13.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire in the Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The blazing sun hovered over the horizon burning through the clouds. Soon it would slide over the earth and leave darkness in its path. The fiery sun is like the passion I have for my work. It seems to consume me, and then the evening comes, the fire cools, and it’s time to stop, breathe and see what has been accomplished. Sometimes I’m amazed and other times disappointed, but the sun rises again, the fire burns in the sky and I am at it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;25 minutes walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-6889970780037197248?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/6889970780037197248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/fire-in-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/6889970780037197248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/6889970780037197248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/12/fire-in-sky.html' title='Fire in the Sky'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-8756430021312442563</id><published>2010-11-30T19:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T19:45:52.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaningful Experiences</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had a lovely “Walk About” with a colleague. Despite the sounds of traffic over the phone, we were able to have a conversation about meaningful experiences. I asked him to think of a time when he had done something that made him feel really good about himself. He recounted the trips he had taken overseas years ago to entertain the troops in Viet Nam, Thailand, and other countries. As a ventriloquist, he was able to create and entertain which brought him great joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Think of a time when you did something that made you feel really good. Something you would love to do whether you got paid for it or not. Remember where you were, what talents you used, and who if anyone you were with. We can’t go back and recapture previous experiences, but we can determine what made them meaningful and create the essence of the experience in something new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;50 minutes walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-8756430021312442563?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/8756430021312442563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/meaningful-experiences.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/8756430021312442563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/8756430021312442563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/meaningful-experiences.html' title='Meaningful Experiences'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-1544353108165901696</id><published>2010-11-29T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T09:57:10.471-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunlight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magnificent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Fritz'/><title type='text'>The Power of Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;"Our world is filled with breathtaking structures of  incredible beauty, but mostly, our eyes are closed to them. I suppose  it's like the old saying, the fish can't see the water it is in.  Today, you will be surrounded by gorgeous, stunning, exquisite,  magnificent structures. If you begin to look, your eyes will become open  to an aspect of the world most people miss seeing. Something wonderful  can happen as this universe within the world opens to you."&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.robertfritz.com/index.php?content=writings"&gt;Robert Fritz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="body"&gt;It was time for a walk, so we bundled up and went out. I said I would walk everyday, so I will. I walk the same path several times a week, and occasionally very my destination. It's easy to see the same neighborhood, park, benches, and trees without marveling at their wonders. But then I look again and see a tree that is a brighter shade of red, sunlight sparkling on the grass, or clouds passing over. A smiling face or a dog barking as he enjoys a frolic in the park. Everyday is different even if it is the same. A new adventure is waiting to see what you bring to your day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="body"&gt;45 minutes walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-1544353108165901696?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/1544353108165901696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/power-of-beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/1544353108165901696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/1544353108165901696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/power-of-beauty.html' title='The Power of Beauty'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-3906060559218591656</id><published>2010-11-28T21:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T21:52:48.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trash</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cans, bags and bottles discarded on the sidewalk or the side of the road. How can people be so thoughtless that they can just leave trash for others to pick up? There always seem to be a few people who let their dogs loose, drop papers, and fail to pick up after their pets. They expect someone else to take care of their responsibilities. I don’t understand how a person can walk past a trash can and then dump their trash on the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our neighborhood is blessed to have a couple who pick up the trash others have left behind. It’s unfortunate that people need to take on the job of picking up after others, but I’m very glad to have them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;45 minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-3906060559218591656?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/3906060559218591656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/trash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/3906060559218591656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/3906060559218591656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/trash.html' title='Trash'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-411637636612859318</id><published>2010-11-27T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T18:14:58.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;What a surprise to see a bright orange pepper growing in the garden. All types of &lt;a href="http://urbanext.illinois.edu/veggies/peppers.cfm"&gt;peppers&lt;/a&gt; need sunshine and warm weather. They thrive in the summer months. After having rain, frosty mornings and cold afternoons this week I expected to see the peppers wilted and barren, but orange, green, and yellow peppers survived.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I took a nice cold walk today, I wondered what it takes to be resilient and survive adverse conditions. I listened to a &lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/zainab_salbi.html"&gt;TED&lt;/a&gt; video&amp;nbsp; of Zainab Salbi on "Women, wartime and the dream of peace." What was it that allowed these women and children to survive crises, abuse, and war? There were mothers who put on puppet shows as missiles sailed across their homes so the children would be less afraid. Teachers kept schools open in war areas so children would have a future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;What keeps us going when we are out of our element, being challenged, or asked to be heroes? Maybe it's like the heat of a pepper that clears the sinuses in small doses, but causes discomfort, blisters, and scarring when used in excess. As Ms. Salbi describes so well, it is important to bring in the flavor and influence of women and children young and old as well as the politics of&amp;nbsp; domination. We who have so much can make the world a better place for those who are surviving extreme challenges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;20 minutes walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-411637636612859318?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/411637636612859318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/orange.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/411637636612859318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/411637636612859318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/orange.html' title='Orange'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-2075252327849694320</id><published>2010-11-26T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T07:16:58.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nature always tends to act in the simplest way. Bernoulli&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I find ways to complicate things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;to find another way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;to do it different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and see what has been done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I look things up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and find what someone else says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;no research is good enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;without further study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I end up with a jumbled mess&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;of facts and information&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now to find a simpler way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;To write it in a book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;40 minutes walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-2075252327849694320?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/2075252327849694320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/simplicity.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/2075252327849694320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/2075252327849694320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/simplicity.html' title='Simplicity'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-3232900985059465599</id><published>2010-11-25T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T11:18:19.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Circulation</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Frost on the grass and the temperature is 43 degrees. Warm compared to some parts of the country, but chilly for our neck of the woods. What started out as a cold morning got warmer as I stepped up my pace and got my oxygen and circulation flowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m thankful that I can get out and walk on Thanksgiving Day before gathering for a nice meal with family. Say a prayer for those who must be away from their families over the holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Count your blessings and have a great day with family and friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;30 minutes walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-3232900985059465599?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/3232900985059465599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/circulation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/3232900985059465599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/3232900985059465599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/circulation.html' title='Circulation'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-3423009516269263137</id><published>2010-11-24T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T19:52:41.532-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='support'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Fuzzy Warm</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Black leather gloves, a fuzzy warm scarf, a jacket, and warm shoes. I’m protected from the weather and ready for a nice walk on a cold day. Storms may pass through my life, but I have the support of family, friends, and colleagues. I have a network of people I can call for warmth and support. I am thankful for having warmth from the outside in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Being out on a freezing cold day without a sweater and gloves is similar to managing your life without support. There are so many people in the world who have had their family systems shattered. My prayers go out to them that they will find warmth and peace this holiday season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;25 minutes walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-3423009516269263137?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/3423009516269263137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/fuzzy-warm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/3423009516269263137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/3423009516269263137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/fuzzy-warm.html' title='Fuzzy Warm'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-2359025517283760676</id><published>2010-11-23T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T22:02:51.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warmth</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m thankful for the warmth of my home with candles burning, familiar pictures of my family and the sea, and a warm cup of tea. After a chilly walk on a late fall day, I am thankful for warmth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not everyone is blessed with a place to call home this holiday season. We find ways to give a can of soup or turkey dinner which is much appreciated I’m sure, but hope comes to people who are valued for their talents, challenges, and needs and have an opportunity to work and support themselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;20 minutes walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-2359025517283760676?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/2359025517283760676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/warmth.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/2359025517283760676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/2359025517283760676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/warmth.html' title='Warmth'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-6395324096329096263</id><published>2010-11-22T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T10:25:35.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week of Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is a great week to say thanks. Being thankful, saying thanks, and smiling all reduce stress, increase optimism, and improve health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m thankful for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The warm pot of coffee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Brewing in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m thankful for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The walk around the corner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Greeted by smiles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m thankful for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Family near and far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gathering and sharing blessings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;25 minutes walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-6395324096329096263?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/6395324096329096263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/week-of-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/6395324096329096263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/6395324096329096263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/week-of-thanksgiving.html' title='A Week of Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-8975431450045976069</id><published>2010-11-21T15:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T15:33:40.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stretching</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was a beautiful day today. Yesterday’s rains left blue skies and clouds in shades of white and gray. Yet, I didn’t want to take a walk. I could have come up with many excuses, but I made a commitment. I set a goal to walk and blog everyday whether I wanted to or not. My daily discipline of writing is helping me build the skills I need to meet my daily, yearly, and five-year goals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I want to master the ability to write a book. It is slow going and frustrating, but if it were easy everyone would be doing it. In his book, &lt;i&gt;Drive: The surprising Truth About What Motivates Us&lt;/i&gt;, Daniel H. Pink says that the best predictor of success is something called “grit”—the persistence or passion for meeting long-term goals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I set a goal to write 2 books and publish 5 in the next year. This seems optimistic since I have yet to finish one of the 3 books I have been working on. The purpose of a goal is to stretch. It’s like doing exercises. If you never stretch your muscles and reach higher than you think you can, you will never build any strength. Julius Irving, the fifth-highest scorer in professional basketball history said: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;“Being professional is doing the things you love to do on the days you don’t feel like doing them.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I set a goal to write a book and blog because I finally had the freedom to do what I really wanted to do. Then I found out that I don’t always love to do what I wanted to do. So I’m stretching and reaching to see how far I can go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;50 minutes walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-8975431450045976069?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/8975431450045976069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/stretching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/8975431450045976069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/8975431450045976069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/stretching.html' title='Stretching'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-6299366588243624506</id><published>2010-11-20T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T16:23:29.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpet of Color</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A carpet of color made especially for me as if elves in the night had been decorating my path.&amp;nbsp; Walking in the rain, I saw leaves stuck to the sidewalk turning shades of pink, yellow, and orange. Cold, rain, and colors made for an exhilarating walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The purpose of this blog is to find joy in every day and every season. Today the weather service said it would be rainy with possible storms. A rainy day clears the air, a storm leaves a mess in its path, and a tsunami brings disaster and loss. Enjoy the rain and storms, clean up when life gets a little messy, and you will build the resilience you need to endure the tsunamis of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;30 minutes walking&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-6299366588243624506?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/6299366588243624506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/carpet-of-color.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/6299366588243624506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/6299366588243624506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/carpet-of-color.html' title='Carpet of Color'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-6753787301351612258</id><published>2010-11-19T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T22:33:40.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paddle-wheeler</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A small paddle-wheeler was scraping algae from the surface of the pond. Under a blanket of clouds and a heavy jacket the navigator swept the surface of the water. It looked like fun to tool around the little lake in a boat on a cool morning.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Then I noticed the boat full of algae banked on the edge of the water. Removing the algae and disposing of it didn’t look like fun. So I just went on imagining I had a job driving a paddle boat around the lake on a cold fall morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;60 minutes walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-6753787301351612258?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/6753787301351612258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/paddle-wheeler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/6753787301351612258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/6753787301351612258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/paddle-wheeler.html' title='Paddle-wheeler'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-7090753493800134885</id><published>2010-11-18T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T18:07:00.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Moon</title><content type='html'>I love to walk in the evening. The only problem is that evening doesn't last long enough. I cherish every minute of it. The pink sunset glows in the west while the round moon shines faintly above. It is the time between day and night. The magical hour that the sunset shifts to an earlier time during the winter and then procrastinates on the warm summer nights. Evening is not a set time or temperature, it is that illusive interval for relaxing meditation.&lt;br /&gt;
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20 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-7090753493800134885?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/7090753493800134885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/full-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/7090753493800134885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/7090753493800134885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/full-moon.html' title='Full Moon'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-6916581203359785979</id><published>2010-11-17T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T18:07:43.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinnamon</title><content type='html'>The scent of cinnamon apples filled the house all day. Apples from Apple Hill were baking in the crock pot. The smell of cinnamon was warm, relaxing, and welcoming. Noticing the pleasantness of the cinnamon scent, I thought about how good cinnamon makes me feel. Recent &lt;a href="http://www.naturalhealthcrafters.com/essential_oils/cinnamon.html"&gt;Research&lt;/a&gt; by Dr. P. Zoladz found that just smelling cinnamon improved memory and thinking. Must be why I felt very productive today. I even went for a second walk.&lt;br /&gt;
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In her book, &lt;a href="http://www.healinglandscapes.org/blog/2009/09/interview-with-dr-esther-sternberg-author-of-healing-spaces-the-science-of-place-and-well-being/"&gt;Healing Spaces&lt;/a&gt;, Dr. Sternberg says that sounds and smells from nature and fond memories are very healing. The results of studies on pleasant smells may lead to hospitals piping pleasant smells into the ventilation systems in hospitals. Outdoor scenes and pleasant smells had a positive healing affect on patients. I can just bake with cinnamon, notice all of the wonderful fall smells, and find healing in my own home and neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;
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90 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-6916581203359785979?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/6916581203359785979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/cinnamon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/6916581203359785979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/6916581203359785979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/cinnamon.html' title='Cinnamon'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-1605186928670605927</id><published>2010-11-16T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T18:35:30.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Symphony</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rustling, winding, swaying on the branches,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A symphony of leaves singing in the breeze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The music played as I moved on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Waited too late and missed the finale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Had I known what awaited me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I would have quickened my pace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;30 minutes walking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-1605186928670605927?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/1605186928670605927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/symphony.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/1605186928670605927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/1605186928670605927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/symphony.html' title='Symphony'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-1839202439958662834</id><published>2010-11-15T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T19:57:12.968-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>What Are You Saying?</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;What are you saying about yourself on the internet? I used to hide away my journals, poems, and notes. Some of us even put password protection on our personal thoughts. Now we write, blog, journal and discuss our breakfast choices as we transmit our messages all over the web. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s a nice idea to do a search on your name and business to check what is out there about you. Sometimes blogs or comments you made years ago will show up through Google Maps or some other search engine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Know what your &lt;a href="http://www.myglobalcareer.com/2010/11/15/your-true-impression/"&gt;online impression&lt;/a&gt; is saying about you. Research yourself and your business online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This kind of transparency can be very effective in showing us loud and clear where are activities and values are. It also lets everyone else know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It pays to be tactful, honest and ethical in our communication online in and person. In the show “&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0280262/"&gt;The Human Face&lt;/a&gt;” researchers showed that people are more likely to be courteous when they see someone face-to-face than they are in a car or online. There is something about seeing someone’s face, body language, and reactions that make us more polite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;As an employer, consultant or job seeker, do you check prospective employees or businesses on social networking sites? I check professionals that I may want to work or collaborate with. I want to see how they write and what their writing style is. I check to see if a site is all marketing or if I can get a glimpse of their product and expertise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Human Face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0280262/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;20 minutes walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-1839202439958662834?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/1839202439958662834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-are-you-saying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/1839202439958662834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/1839202439958662834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-are-you-saying.html' title='What Are You Saying?'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-8156832706179089346</id><published>2010-11-14T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T22:05:20.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Handful of Grass</title><content type='html'>We see it everyday in parks and front yards. In fact, I don't notice the grass very often unless it is immaculate or brown. It's just normal grass. But when a 7-month old baby touches the grass like it is gold it suddenly seems a bit magical. Chubby little fingers grasping a few blades and looking at them with fascination. It's amazing to see something that I take for granted everyday become a source of interest and amusement. Grab a little green &amp;amp; enjoy the simple pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;
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50 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-8156832706179089346?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/8156832706179089346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/handful-of-grass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/8156832706179089346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/8156832706179089346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/handful-of-grass.html' title='A Handful of Grass'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-7915710055435580285</id><published>2010-11-13T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T13:50:42.438-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetables'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zucchini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><title type='text'>Eating in Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Zucchini, basil, lemon balm, garlic chive, red &amp;amp; green peppers plucked straight from the garden mixed with brown rice, cabbage, onion, garlic and carrot mixed with cream of chicken soup and soy sauce made a delicious dinner rice dish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wow! I couldn’t believe I ate all of those vegetables. They were colorful and delicious. I used to just eat green beans, now I am aware of the vegetables that are in season. As much as I can, I like to eat locally grown vegetables from our backyard garden or the farmer’s market. They are fresher, healthier, and less travel creates less impact on the environment. Eating in fresh vegetables in season also means eating a variety of vegetables. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I supplement the fresh fruit and vegetables with frozen blueberries and avocados which are my favorite. But fresh produce in season provides the more vitamins and flavor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-7915710055435580285?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/7915710055435580285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/eating-in-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/7915710055435580285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/7915710055435580285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/eating-in-season.html' title='Eating in Season'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-8901455286269979070</id><published>2010-11-12T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T08:39:19.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work That Needs Doing</title><content type='html'>A counselor, a teacher, a personal career coach... My list of possible careers was much longer. When I went to graduate school and studied career theories, I thought about my natural strengths, experiences, and interests and imagined all of the things I would like to do. The opportunities for an idealistic graduate student seemed limitless. &lt;br /&gt;
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After graduating my life quickly changed, the economy sank, and my career options seemed to shrink. After years thinking about what I really wanted to do, where I wanted to work, and who I would like to work with, I found that the opportunities were not as I had expected. Instead of working at a university, I started a career center at a nonprofit. I worked with people in crisis, transition, and recovery. After months of helping people find training and employment opportunities, I found that my heart went out to people from diverse backgrounds and cultures. Everyone has unique challenges, and everyone has a story.&lt;br /&gt;
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I recently decided to start a publishing business to help people tell their stories, share information, and promote their businesses. The work I am doing did not show up on any of my "&lt;a href="http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp"&gt;personality type&lt;/a&gt;" or "&lt;a href="http://www.jobhuntersbible.com/counseling/sec_page.php?sub_item=047"&gt;interest inventories"&lt;/a&gt;. I am not even necessarily in the "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flow_%28psychology%29"&gt;flow&lt;/a&gt;" while I am working on these projects. It's work! But it's work that needs to be done. I have developed a positive attitude over the years toward the work I need to do. I am sometimes even in the "zone" for part of the work. But my purpose for work is not just to satisfy myself, but as Sunny Hansen says in her &lt;a href="http://www.sunnyhansenbornfree.com/Integrative_Life_Planning/Integrative_Life_Planning.html"&gt;Integrative Life Planning Theory&lt;/a&gt; to ask myself, “How will what I do in my life contribute to community?” How will it affect my family and make the world a better place to live? &lt;br /&gt;
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As I watch the birds and geese busily working on feeding, grooming, and cleaning the water, I don't see them contemplating about what they most want to do that day. (Although that could be what they are chattering about.) I think they are looking for work that needs to be done. In all of our efforts to find the "stuff" we love to have, and the work we want to do, it's worth considering the "&lt;a href="http://www.sunnyhansenbornfree.com/Integrative_Life_Planning/Integrative_Life_Planning.html"&gt;work that needs doing&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;
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40 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-8901455286269979070?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/8901455286269979070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/work-that-needs-doing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/8901455286269979070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/8901455286269979070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/work-that-needs-doing.html' title='Work That Needs Doing'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-884097855593235868</id><published>2010-11-11T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T18:25:53.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veteran's Day</title><content type='html'>The park is familiar. I pass the same houses often and say hello to the neighbors. After a nice long walk, I came home and fixed a lovely breakfast of apple-cinnamon pancakes and eggs for the family. The dining room is filled with pictures that remind me of trips to the beach, family visits, the zoo, and Apple Hill.&lt;br /&gt;
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On Veteran's Day we remember the sacrifices the military families are making.&amp;nbsp; Sacrifices the families have made since the first person went off to fight in a war. Families are separated. The familiar sight, smells, and hugs are missing for sometimes long periods of time. The comforts of home and family are gone. Today we are thankful to the military families and individuals for all they are doing for their country.&lt;br /&gt;
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45 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-884097855593235868?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/884097855593235868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/veterans-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/884097855593235868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/884097855593235868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/veterans-day.html' title='Veteran&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-8513668144268574023</id><published>2010-11-10T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T17:31:16.813-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='customer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zappos'/><title type='text'>Zappos</title><content type='html'>I was so happy to get my new &lt;a href="http://www.zappos.com/earth-exer-walk-black-leather"&gt;Earth Exer-walk&lt;/a&gt; shoes from &lt;a href="http://www.zappos.com/"&gt;Zappos&lt;/a&gt;. My shoes are the most important part of my wardrobe. A good pair of shoes puts a bounce in my step and propels me along. Zappos.com claims they are "powered by service." It is possible for a business to make a profit and put the customer first. With free shipping both ways I was able to keep two pair of shoes and send one back with no shipping cost. Whether the shoes work or not, they just want the customer to be happy. That's my plug for Zappos. I want to run my business in the same way. Making the customer happier than they were when they started working with me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I walked in the wind as the leaves were cascading from the trees. The branches were blowing and the leaves were flying everywhere. I felt like I could just let go and fly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Structure and discipline keep me productive, but sometimes I just want to blow with the wind and see where it takes me. &lt;br /&gt;
30 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-8513668144268574023?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/8513668144268574023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/zappos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/8513668144268574023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/8513668144268574023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/zappos.html' title='Zappos'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-8774185295410659063</id><published>2010-11-09T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T22:31:49.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is the third day since we changed the clocks. The days seem longer and I feel like it is later than it is. I somehow feel like I’ve gained an hour. My internal clock is trying to catch up with changing of clocks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Despite the seemingly longer day, I didn’t reach my goals for writing. I wrote and lost what I wrote, I loaded pictures on my computer and they are a mess. It was just one of those days. I felt discouraged. Then I realized that if I had something to say, I needed to just say it again. Nothing is lost. Just as the birds migrate and come back, the leaves fall and grow back, and my thoughts come back in a slightly different form if I let them. Instead of trying to capture what is past, I moved forward, and I was quite pleased with the result.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;20 minutes walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-8774185295410659063?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/8774185295410659063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/time-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/8774185295410659063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/8774185295410659063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/time-change.html' title='Time Change'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-235066454221171889</id><published>2010-11-08T21:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T21:10:53.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I stood at the edge of the park and smelled the musty damp grass basking in the sunshine. The wet leaves stuck to the sidewalk from yesterday’s rain, and everything smelled fresh and crisp. The warm sun on my back was soothing and relaxing. I drank in the sounds of birds, the cool breeze, and the bright green grass. I love the warm sun on a cold day. I call it “winter sun” because the warmth is unexpected and such a contrast to the cold shade. I stopped and captured the sounds, smells, and sights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tonight I can visualize my picture of the park. Not everyone can walk in the park everyday, but most of us can capture a picture, sound, or feeling. I have a colleague who had to cancel his “Walk About” last week because he was feeling dizzy. You may not be able to go out for a walk everyday, but you can usually find some “winter sun,” a splash of rain, or the sounds of the outdoors. It’s easy to stretch, walk around, and step outside when you can. Bring a little of nature indoors with pictures, misters, and pleasant sounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-235066454221171889?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/235066454221171889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/winter-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/235066454221171889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/235066454221171889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/winter-sun.html' title='Winter Sun'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-3761719693035771054</id><published>2010-11-08T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T13:37:35.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pleasantly Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>It is lovely to have a pleasantly rainy day when you are prepared for it. I had my raincoat, umbrella, and a good pair of shoes for the rain. The dogs loved getting out, and my husband and I had a nice conversation. Getting out in a nice fall rain is like having a mini crisis in your life. You can feel grumpy, agitated, or just plain annoyed. If the feelings build, then a big storm will come up and make a big mess. That's how I used to feel when I walked in the rain without an umbrella or warm shoes--wet and soggy. I was unprepared for the rain that comes every year. We know that misunderstandings happen. It's as if we communicate in different languages at times. The pressure can easily build up without realizing it. If you are prepared with a little protective gear, then every situation isn't personal or disruptive.&lt;br /&gt;
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Expressing your feelings in a positive way, walking, getting outdoors, and learning good communication skills helps prepare you for the normal storms that come up. Just don't let your feelings build up to the level of a full blown tornado. Taking time to build relationships with your kids, your partner, friends, and colleagues will create a strong foundation for weathering the winter storms.&lt;br /&gt;
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30 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-3761719693035771054?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/3761719693035771054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/pleasantly-rainy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/3761719693035771054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/3761719693035771054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/pleasantly-rainy-day.html' title='A Pleasantly Rainy Day'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-3344325173268652468</id><published>2010-11-06T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T10:31:04.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sand Hill Crane Festival</title><content type='html'>Today on our walk we talked about the &lt;a href="http://www.cranefestival.com/"&gt;Lodi Sand Hill Crane Festival&lt;/a&gt;. There will be artists, speakers, and a bus tour to Stanton Island for the Sand Hill Crane fly over. Bruce will be the Volunteer Naturalist representative from the &lt;a href="http://www.blm.gov/ca/st/en/fo/folsom/cosumpres.html"&gt;Cosumnes River Preserve&lt;/a&gt;. The festival runs from November 5-7.&lt;br /&gt;
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40 minutes walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="Some Facebook URL" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:px"&gt;&lt;/iFrame&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206457861518808459-3344325173268652468?l=walkaboutu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/feeds/3344325173268652468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/sand-hill-crane-festival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/3344325173268652468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206457861518808459/posts/default/3344325173268652468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkaboutu.blogspot.com/2010/11/sand-hill-crane-festival.html' title='Sand Hill Crane Festival'/><author><name>Coach NJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816920025874645498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RBwfu2C8vw/TMcbori2sEI/AAAAAAAABHg/Iyi3oFyZJZ0/S220/Pepper12-31-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206457861518808459.post-3782637013738380408</id><published>2010-11-05T20:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T20:37:51.893-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apples'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple hill'/><title type='text'>Apple Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gold, red, bronze and brown leaves flying in every direction. It was a perfect fall day at Apple Hill. A family day in the beautiful California hills with sunshine and a 7-month old’s first trip on a kid’s train, bare toes in the green grass, pumpkins, hugs, and lots of smiles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Walking through the apple ranches we were met with the smell of fresh apples, the aroma of cinnamon apple pies baking in the ovens, and rich pine trees. The air was fresh and clean. Then coming down the hill we could see the haze hovering over the city. Back home, walking through the neighborhood, I could only reminisce about the cool clear mountain air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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