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The Language of Love. | Triumph Of Joy
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Self Healing , Self Empowerment. The Language of Love. Living the language of #love. Does the language of LOVE. There are so many ways. The whispering of our soul opens our heart to love’s endless doorways. Love shines with the sun, dances with the rain, caresses with the wind, rejoices in kindness, and uplifts with a gentle kiss. In the eyes of another we see love’s spark. In the warmth of their hand we feel their love flow freely. Within the captivating smile of a child we know truth. Majesty of the Sea.
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February | 2015 | Triumph Of Joy
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Self Healing , Self Empowerment. Does the Natural World help you to source your inner joy? The Rainbow Lorikeet is a lively, social, fun loving bird that bring colour and joy into our lives. These fast moving, nectar loving birds have adapted. To change by sourcing food in areas such as backyards where flowering plants and trees provide the food they enjoy. Rainbow Lorikeets nest in hollows in trees, such hollows enable new life to burst forth. Empty hollows in my soul. Support, Nourish , Growth. That it...
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Shinazy Archives - Bitchin' Ol' Boomer BabeBitchin' Ol' Boomer Babe
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Bitchin' Ol' Boomer Babe. Continuing the storytelling tradition. October 24, 2013. Battling eyebrows with Shinazy. For our eyebrows to carryout their plan they have an arsenal of strategies; one is the art of subterfuge. As boomers, we wonder: why is it our eyebrow hairs start to grey, appearing to fade away, just when we’re having difficulty focusing our near vision? Even when we’re wearing cheater glasses, our eyebrows play peek-a-boo. Score 1 for the eyebrows. Eyebrows 2, me 0. Like wisdom teeth, eyeb...
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BOBBism - Bitchin' Ol' Boomer BabeBitchin' Ol' Boomer Babe
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Bitchin' Ol' Boomer Babe. Continuing the storytelling tradition. This happens to all of us. We’re in a conversation and we say something and we thnk, “WoW, that was profound, funny, slick.” And we really mean to write the words somewhere so we can remember them. Well, I seem to forget to write them down and they drift away …. forever. So, here is the place where we can record those pearls. Here are mine. What are yours? PS Yes, these are tweetable as #BOBBism. 8211; – – – – –. As I perceive so shall it be.
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SOURCING INNER JOY | Triumph Of Joy
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Self Healing , Self Empowerment. Does the Natural World help you to source your inner joy? The Rainbow Lorikeet is a lively, social, fun loving bird that bring colour and joy into our lives. These fast moving, nectar loving birds have adapted. To change by sourcing food in areas such as backyards where flowering plants and trees provide the food they enjoy. Rainbow Lorikeets nest in hollows in trees, such hollows enable new life to burst forth. Empty hollows in my soul. Support, Nourish , Growth. You are...
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Triumph of Joy | Triumph Of Joy
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Self Healing , Self Empowerment. Archive by Author Triumph of Joy. THE VEIL OF SELF DOUBT. What if the veil between self belief and self doubt was as fine as gossamer? As we struggle with self doubt , we often feel weighted down and unmotivated. In our heart we. That we have so much to give of our true self, yet things may not have unfolded in life the way we had hoped. Self doubt then blocks us from our own light. What if the veil between self doubt and self belief is as fine as a ray of light? Fortunat...
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Bucket List Archives - Bitchin' Ol' Boomer BabeBitchin' Ol' Boomer Babe
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Bitchin' Ol' Boomer Babe. Continuing the storytelling tradition. Category Archives: Bucket List. Stories about what we dream to do and absolutely MUST do. Climbing Half Dome With Holes In My Socks. October 11, 2013. Preparing to climb Half Dome with. H, would my mom disapprove of me having holes in my socks. As we congregated in my living room, chatting about our upcoming trek, Sandy remarked, Oh, I’m so glad someone else has holes in their socks. Item #1: Climb Half Dome in Yosemite National Park. Betwe...
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RESOURCES - Bitchin' Ol' Boomer BabeBitchin' Ol' Boomer Babe
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Bitchin' Ol' Boomer Babe. Continuing the storytelling tradition. Thought it would be helpful if this page listed places where you could find the information mentioned in the stories. As this page will continue to grow, I recommend bookmarking it so you can use it as a handy reference. And, it would also be a great idea if you click here. To subscribe to BOBB. This way you will always get the newest story delivered to your Inbox how convenient. 8211; – – – – –. Le’ale’a kaua. Catalina Zip Line Eco Tour,.
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Eyebrow Wars © - Bitchin' Ol' Boomer BabeBitchin' Ol' Boomer Babe
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Bitchin' Ol' Boomer Babe. Continuing the storytelling tradition. Climbing Half Dome With Holes In My Socks. October 24, 2013. Battling eyebrows with Shinazy. For our eyebrows to carryout their plan they have an arsenal of strategies; one is the art of subterfuge. As boomers, we wonder: why is it our eyebrow hairs start to grey, appearing to fade away, just when we’re having difficulty focusing our near vision? Even when we’re wearing cheater glasses, our eyebrows play peek-a-boo. Score 1 for the eyebrows.
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Water Bob © - Bitchin' Ol' Boomer BabeBitchin' Ol' Boomer Babe
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Bitchin' Ol' Boomer Babe. Continuing the storytelling tradition. Botox to the Rescue. Antarctica Marathon →. September 11, 2013. A Water Skiing Story by Cathy Reineke. Y younger brother, Bob, can do anything. Only 18 months separates an uncoordinated, difficult- to-balance-on-one-foot, scared-of-heights woman from the perfect hand-eye coordinated, scared-of-nothing brother I always envy. In my usually doubting sister style, I scoffed at him. It was my duty as his older sister to tell him what he coul...
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