<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352791832368635866</id><updated>2009-11-27T08:47:29.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Les Mains Rêveuses</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>ni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979697673353868259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>175</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352791832368635866.post-7346823821081828345</id><published>2009-11-27T08:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T08:47:29.107-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ça fait du bien'/><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jenlemen.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/Sw_XssravII/AAAAAAAABKs/OyWI-Q-TH14/s400/3658337717_2772b2a58e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408778840402738306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour!&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd'hui, j'ai envie de commencer un petit partage de sites et de blogs qui m'inspirent et me font du bien. En voici un... (cliquez sur l'image pour y accéder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour!&lt;br /&gt;Today, I want to start a little sharing process with you. I will present some websites and blogs that inspire and make me feel good.  Here's one... (clic on the image)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day.&lt;br /&gt;xxni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352791832368635866-7346823821081828345?l=lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7346823821081828345/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352791832368635866&amp;postID=7346823821081828345' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/7346823821081828345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/7346823821081828345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/2009/11/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>ni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979697673353868259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12631917528953901671'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/Sw_XssravII/AAAAAAAABKs/OyWI-Q-TH14/s72-c/3658337717_2772b2a58e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352791832368635866.post-788421245195123795</id><published>2009-11-24T21:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:11:59.584-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ça fait du bien'/><title type='text'>Wow again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SwySVUTOELI/AAAAAAAABKk/O9epwR_u_N4/s1600/Pocketfulofposies3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SwySVUTOELI/AAAAAAAABKk/O9epwR_u_N4/s400/Pocketfulofposies3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407858147489353906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go take a look at the beautiful work of this &lt;a href="http://www.weefolkstudio.com/Ltd_Edition.htm"&gt;artist&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352791832368635866-788421245195123795?l=lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/feeds/788421245195123795/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352791832368635866&amp;postID=788421245195123795' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/788421245195123795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/788421245195123795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/2009/11/wow-again.html' title='Wow again!'/><author><name>ni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979697673353868259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12631917528953901671'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SwySVUTOELI/AAAAAAAABKk/O9epwR_u_N4/s72-c/Pocketfulofposies3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352791832368635866.post-6036773130059990930</id><published>2009-11-24T19:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:08:57.117-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 things I fear'/><title type='text'>It's been a while!</title><content type='html'>Hello every one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sooo busy lately, I forgot all about blogging!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working on my workshop, in fact I am reorganising my company and preparing its re-launching. I have professional FREE help to do this, i am sooo grateful. It's going well, my mission is getting clearer and clearer. So I am working hard, two days a week on this.&lt;br /&gt;I also have a part time job, finding money for a theater in my area. Last week-end, I received my Reiki Master diploma. I am proud of finishing this important thing.&lt;br /&gt;I've also been working on fears. In fact, they are working on letting me go! I noticed that I have lived my life, making my decisions, seing and judging things, situations and people through fear. A lot. Today I said thank you to fear, everytime it showed up. "Thank you for everything I've learned with you. (pause and feel) I am now telling you to leave because I am ready to replace you with love, faith and light."&lt;br /&gt;So here is where I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great day.&lt;br /&gt;xxni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352791832368635866-6036773130059990930?l=lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6036773130059990930/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352791832368635866&amp;postID=6036773130059990930' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/6036773130059990930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/6036773130059990930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while!'/><author><name>ni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979697673353868259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12631917528953901671'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352791832368635866.post-1595178022191215717</id><published>2009-11-04T04:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T05:00:20.204-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ça fait du bien'/><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SvFQKS6n1uI/AAAAAAAABKc/q1QflT_UY8c/s1600-h/Todryforblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SvFQKS6n1uI/AAAAAAAABKc/q1QflT_UY8c/s400/Todryforblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400185566000568034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le travail absolument magnifique et époustouflant de &lt;a href="http://rob-ryan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rob Ryan&lt;/a&gt;. Une visite sur son blog et on se sent déjà mieux.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352791832368635866-1595178022191215717?l=lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1595178022191215717/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352791832368635866&amp;postID=1595178022191215717' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/1595178022191215717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/1595178022191215717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/2009/11/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>ni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979697673353868259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12631917528953901671'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SvFQKS6n1uI/AAAAAAAABKc/q1QflT_UY8c/s72-c/Todryforblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352791832368635866.post-8255154531755191536</id><published>2009-11-02T06:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T06:34:59.848-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 things I fear'/><title type='text'>More fears...</title><content type='html'>I've been turning around in my bed since 3 something. I have to confess, I am a bit mad. Well, I ask everyday to deal with what gets in my way, happiness wise. It seems some of the answers come then, but during that time I prefer to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I woke up thinking about christmas and the fact that I was scared I won't have enough money to go through that period like I would like. I started journaling very early and I asked what was the belief behind all this. What came out had to do with a story that happen when I was around 9. I had mixed together the fact that I had disapointed my father with the idea that I just couldn't be an adult, financially responsible for myself and my family, because he wouldn't love me anymore. I am not going in the details but understanding this relieved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.&lt;br /&gt;As I am cleaning my relashionship with money, this morning, I woke up really scared that I would have to take some time of the job this week, I have been feeling a bit sick since yesterday afternoon and the idea of having to miss some worktime is just bad. I had to write about it here, I don't know why. But here I am. I am so tired of having trouble with money. I know I can do this, I am getting through but, damn, the road is so full of stuff to understand and work on... I want results! I am sad to notice how I saw myself has a poor girl. I am so ressourceful, I really really want to understand, and start anew with money. I am healing a lot of stuff. I am graeteful for that. I know I will get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;xxni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352791832368635866-8255154531755191536?l=lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/feeds/8255154531755191536/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352791832368635866&amp;postID=8255154531755191536' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/8255154531755191536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/8255154531755191536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-fears.html' title='More fears...'/><author><name>ni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979697673353868259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12631917528953901671'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352791832368635866.post-143042824673150170</id><published>2009-10-31T17:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T18:52:07.771-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 things I fear'/><title type='text'>BOO!</title><content type='html'>Okay!&lt;br /&gt;I've been a little bit lazy on the challenge blogging...&lt;br /&gt;But, believe me, I've been working on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.&lt;br /&gt;I've never been a big fan of costumes...&lt;br /&gt;today I had a make-up contract for Halloween so...&lt;br /&gt;I challenged myself with getting dressed up!&lt;br /&gt;And, you know what?&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/Suyzl7HFOMI/AAAAAAAABKU/Ur9qE1urp_o/s1600-h/Photo+257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/Suyzl7HFOMI/AAAAAAAABKU/Ur9qE1urp_o/s320/Photo+257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398887517414308034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.&lt;br /&gt;This past week, I got a little bit scared with this swine flu thing. Here in Quebec, people are getting a bit crazy over this, and there was a case declared at my little one's school...&lt;br /&gt;So I was wondering what to do to go through this sanely... I wrote about it to a friend who is an energetic woorker. Here's what he answered:&lt;br /&gt;"That's exactly where you don't want to go, that fear place inside of you. Sickness is provoqued by a lack of love. Surround your children, your house and yourself with love and be sure that everything that needs to happen will be the best thing for everyone."&lt;br /&gt;That really talked to me deeply. And I've been thinking about love ever since. Love that heals everything. That is so true. Thank you my friend... Here is the &lt;a href="www.erichamel.com"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to his website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that,&lt;br /&gt;lately I've been scared of keeping my part time job. Because I was always frustrated when mondays ended, I had to go back to work on tuesdays, wednesdays and thursday, and leave my workshops aside until fridays... Scared each time that I wouldn't be able to finish the workshop and teach what I urge to teach about creativity, self development and spirituality.Finally, I decided to finish my contract and believe that my love of what I do as a creative teacher will make me find time and ways to succeed, and work full time on that by spring. Anyways, that part time job is a contract ending at the end of march. Be patient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.&lt;br /&gt; Well,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be stopping here for now. I don't know if I'll be continuing to talk about my fears on the blog in a sustained manner. But I want to share with you what I've learned so far.&lt;br /&gt;-Now, I know how to recognize when fear tries to lead the way.&lt;br /&gt;-I know that I can simply stop and listen to what fear has to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;-I know when fear is there, even if I feel completely jammed, I can get out of it, and that too will past.&lt;br /&gt;-I feel stronger, more ressourceful.&lt;br /&gt;-I clearly know I can change what I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bye for now!&lt;br /&gt;Continue facing your fears, we can all do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxni&lt;br /&gt;happy halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352791832368635866-143042824673150170?l=lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/feeds/143042824673150170/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352791832368635866&amp;postID=143042824673150170' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/143042824673150170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/143042824673150170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/2009/10/boo.html' title='BOO!'/><author><name>ni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979697673353868259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12631917528953901671'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/Suyzl7HFOMI/AAAAAAAABKU/Ur9qE1urp_o/s72-c/Photo+257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352791832368635866.post-2186739391032692422</id><published>2009-10-20T08:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T09:08:45.800-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 things I fear'/><title type='text'>Still in!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/St22OIEp7mI/AAAAAAAABKM/bn6T1ulstEk/s1600-h/3492ygz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/St22OIEp7mI/AAAAAAAABKM/bn6T1ulstEk/s320/3492ygz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394668282461154914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning every one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I am happy to tell you that everything seems to be going the way I wished about this new house project. We the constructor, we found a way to diminish the cost of the house as much as&lt;br /&gt;25 000$ less. I am proud I have confronted this fear! I'll let you know what comes out of all this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.&lt;br /&gt;The last few weeks have been like rollercosters of  feeling down and up, and downer...&lt;br /&gt;I was tired and everything semmed too big for me. During the week-end, I remebered what I wrote for the fear #17... and I decided to apply it. So I did. And everything seemed easier. And they are. BREATHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up with a little fear... feeling anxiuos not really knowing why. During those times, when I try to understand and find ways to get out of this uncomfortable place, it only gets worse.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's what happened. a little bit. Then I remembered when I use to wake up in the middle of the night, turning in my bed, freaking out because I was doing insomia... It stopped when I stopped panicking over it. I decided to do the same with this fear of fear today. I feel nervous today. That's okay. Breathe. One thing at a time. Breathe. Here and now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;xxni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352791832368635866-2186739391032692422?l=lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2186739391032692422/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352791832368635866&amp;postID=2186739391032692422' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/2186739391032692422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/2186739391032692422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/2009/10/still-in.html' title='Still in!'/><author><name>ni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979697673353868259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12631917528953901671'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/St22OIEp7mI/AAAAAAAABKM/bn6T1ulstEk/s72-c/3492ygz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352791832368635866.post-7092732224028197135</id><published>2009-10-15T06:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T06:48:37.744-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 things I fear'/><title type='text'>Accepting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/Stb99atFLXI/AAAAAAAABKE/1Z15uJ5UMaA/s1600-h/PICT0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/Stb99atFLXI/AAAAAAAABKE/1Z15uJ5UMaA/s320/PICT0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392776835405000050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the opportunity yesterday to observe myself and think about judgement, criticism and guilt.&lt;br /&gt;And I decided today to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe a lot and accept what comes in my life as it is. That does not mean I won't change any of it. But accepting makes things frendlier and gives me the opportunity to stay calm, observe and then decide what I will do with it. So instead of giving into the fear of change, I will try this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who read french, here's a &lt;a href="http://implosions.net/fr/mm/16vuemontagnes.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; that has a lot to do with today's subject!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have GREAT day!&lt;br /&gt;xxni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352791832368635866-7092732224028197135?l=lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7092732224028197135/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352791832368635866&amp;postID=7092732224028197135' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/7092732224028197135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/7092732224028197135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/2009/10/accepting.html' title='Accepting...'/><author><name>ni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979697673353868259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12631917528953901671'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/Stb99atFLXI/AAAAAAAABKE/1Z15uJ5UMaA/s72-c/PICT0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352791832368635866.post-3662526162039009325</id><published>2009-10-14T14:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T15:10:37.201-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ateliers De la créativité à la conscience'/><title type='text'>Ateliers "De la créativité à la conscience"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/StYYA86HAuI/AAAAAAAABJ8/p34DJbwgapY/s1600-h/grande+annonce+cr%C3%A9ativit%C3%A9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/StYYA86HAuI/AAAAAAAABJ8/p34DJbwgapY/s400/grande+annonce+cr%C3%A9ativit%C3%A9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392524008451670754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;div id="id_4ad61387c02ac5e20972696" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Bonjour à vous!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'offre dès maintenant des ateliers de créativité "De la Créativité à la Conscience" alliant exploration artistique et découverte personnelle.&lt;br /&gt;Nous utilisons notre créativité dans tout ce que nous faisons. Ensemble, nous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;" &gt; décortiquons le processus créatif et apprenons à l'appliquer consciemment, et à notre avantage, dans notre vie de tous les jours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Joignez-vous à nous!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les lundis, 9h30 à 12h, à Hudson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;les samedis de 10h à 12h30, à Vaudreuil-Dorion.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200$ par session de 6 ateliers, incluant le matériel et un CD de visualisations.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faites vite! Les places sont limitées!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;" &gt;(450)458-7180&lt;br /&gt;mainsreveuses@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cliquez sur l'image pour voir l'annonce plus en détails)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonne et belle belle journée!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352791832368635866-3662526162039009325?l=lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3662526162039009325/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352791832368635866&amp;postID=3662526162039009325' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/3662526162039009325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/3662526162039009325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/2009/10/bonjour-vous-joffre-des-maintenant-des.html' title='Ateliers &quot;De la créativité à la conscience&quot;'/><author><name>ni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979697673353868259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12631917528953901671'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/StYYA86HAuI/AAAAAAAABJ8/p34DJbwgapY/s72-c/grande+annonce+cr%C3%A9ativit%C3%A9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352791832368635866.post-109699128035726805</id><published>2009-10-14T06:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T06:58:05.145-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 things I fear'/><title type='text'>OKAY...</title><content type='html'>Today, let's make this short and sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/StWunSXgwmI/AAAAAAAABJk/sEe4i1WYY9A/s1600-h/10yf9xj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/StWunSXgwmI/AAAAAAAABJk/sEe4i1WYY9A/s320/10yf9xj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392408118814622306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.&lt;br /&gt;I will watch were critisizm and guilt take place in my life... I will face the fear of meeting them and open the door to understand why they are in my life... and get rid of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful day!&lt;br /&gt;xxni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352791832368635866-109699128035726805?l=lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/feeds/109699128035726805/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352791832368635866&amp;postID=109699128035726805' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/109699128035726805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/109699128035726805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/2009/10/okay.html' title='OKAY...'/><author><name>ni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979697673353868259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12631917528953901671'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/StWunSXgwmI/AAAAAAAABJk/sEe4i1WYY9A/s72-c/10yf9xj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352791832368635866.post-4245989841353818595</id><published>2009-10-13T06:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T06:28:44.086-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 things I fear'/><title type='text'>Let's continue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/StRV8s0w8zI/AAAAAAAABJc/uOwfAwN32fY/s1600-h/PICT0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/StRV8s0w8zI/AAAAAAAABJc/uOwfAwN32fY/s320/PICT0144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392029155182310194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit sad today...&lt;br /&gt;Last week was hard and I'm working hard right now on getting my good energy back.&lt;br /&gt;I know all those fears I wrote about in my last post are just thaughts. But crisis, big or small, makes you spend a tremendous amount of energy. So I'm building it back, meditating, breathing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I confronted my 12 year old daughter with her attitude. I go mad at her for what seemed to be a small thing. But it was just a little piece of all the accumulation. Right after that I breathed deeply and I told her that I am over feeling guilty for her actions and feelings. I know we had some tough years when she was smaller but that's over now. And I changed a lot of things. And I feel better about myself because I am getting better at a lot of things. And I am proud. yesterday I told her what I really think. It is easier for her to stay in the same old pattern and the way she acts keeps me away from her. It is easy to blame me. But it's enough for me taking the blame. I am a good mother and I do my best, I work everyday to accept myself and face my fears, become that super person I know I am. I told her that for now, I just don't feel like making any efforts to try and reach her anymore. That the way she acts does not tell me she wants me to love her. I'm sad but releaved too. And I love myself for learning. And I still send love to our relashionship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.&lt;br /&gt;Also,&lt;br /&gt;today I will continue walking and working towards my goal of teaching and becoming a certified coach. Even though I am going to work at the theatre today, I will keep that flame alive and reach to it, a little step at a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a magnificient day today everyone,&lt;br /&gt;and love yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352791832368635866-4245989841353818595?l=lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/feeds/4245989841353818595/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352791832368635866&amp;postID=4245989841353818595' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/4245989841353818595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/4245989841353818595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-continue.html' title='Let&apos;s continue...'/><author><name>ni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979697673353868259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12631917528953901671'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/StRV8s0w8zI/AAAAAAAABJc/uOwfAwN32fY/s72-c/PICT0144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352791832368635866.post-9157629294108456564</id><published>2009-10-09T17:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T17:18:21.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://maya-la-plus-chou-des-hippies.blogspot.com/"&gt;Regardez comme c'est mignon, dessin d'une parisienne&lt;/a&gt; de 13 ans... vraiment très chouette!&lt;br /&gt;This is sooo cute! Made by a 13 yo &lt;a href="http://maya-la-plus-chou-des-hippies.blogspot.com/"&gt;parisian&lt;/a&gt; girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/Ss-ojsoqanI/AAAAAAAABJU/ZcmbuTqAU4E/s1600-h/3376876190_d03fc3ea87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/Ss-ojsoqanI/AAAAAAAABJU/ZcmbuTqAU4E/s320/3376876190_d03fc3ea87.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390712610216372850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352791832368635866-9157629294108456564?l=lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/feeds/9157629294108456564/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352791832368635866&amp;postID=9157629294108456564' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/9157629294108456564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/9157629294108456564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/2009/10/maya.html' title='Maya'/><author><name>ni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979697673353868259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12631917528953901671'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/Ss-ojsoqanI/AAAAAAAABJU/ZcmbuTqAU4E/s72-c/3376876190_d03fc3ea87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352791832368635866.post-1161261128606612297</id><published>2009-10-07T06:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:42:53.947-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 things I fear'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SsyazcntubI/AAAAAAAABJM/nXvoGp5aPhs/s1600-h/dalai-lama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SsyazcntubI/AAAAAAAABJM/nXvoGp5aPhs/s320/dalai-lama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389853062702414258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning every one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouf!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't write for a few days but a lot happened, as you may guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking with my boyfriend about the fact that I didn't want this house, what a wave of fear got to me! But he faced a great big fear himself through this... He talked to his uncle himself, and I am so proud of him for that! Way to go my love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.&lt;br /&gt;On friday, I was feeling better and relieved. And confident that we made the best decision, that we will find what's best for us. I was feeling better and better. I even received many gifts for a few days: unsuspected money, and an invitation to a super good restaurant with one of my best friends! I also went to hear the Dalï-Lama, what a great experience! I am so grateful!&lt;br /&gt;...But on friday night, I saw that my dear boyfriend wasn't feeling very good... And on saturday night, things got worse and I had to deal with the fear of becoming single again. Not because he wanted to leave or anything, but because I don't really know how to deal with his fears. The way he does this scares me... so I got a bit stucked in this one for a few days. I don't want to share all the details, I don't think it is necessary. But I know I let his fear get to me. And now, this fear of "maybe it won't get better"  brings to consciouness even more fears that aren't completely understood and neutralized...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.&lt;br /&gt;fear of being a bad mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.&lt;br /&gt;fear of lacking money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.&lt;br /&gt;fear of not knowing where we will move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.&lt;br /&gt;fear of making those steps to officially become a life coach specialized in creativity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is where I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;I am breathing a lot and I know all this is an ajustement for the best.&lt;br /&gt;I will get beack to you on this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;xxni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352791832368635866-1161261128606612297?l=lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1161261128606612297/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352791832368635866&amp;postID=1161261128606612297' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/1161261128606612297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/1161261128606612297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>ni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979697673353868259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12631917528953901671'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SsyazcntubI/AAAAAAAABJM/nXvoGp5aPhs/s72-c/dalai-lama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352791832368635866.post-4242723253031846130</id><published>2009-10-04T08:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T08:28:52.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coucou!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SsiU7wxKbjI/AAAAAAAABJE/KVTfjjmrips/s1600-h/Kaoza_BIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SsiU7wxKbjI/AAAAAAAABJE/KVTfjjmrips/s320/Kaoza_BIG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388720708573097522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allez-y fait un &lt;a href="http://www.julieadore.blogspot.com/"&gt;tour&lt;/a&gt;, parce que c'est rigolo!&lt;br /&gt;Bon dimanche les copains!!!&lt;br /&gt;xxni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go take a look to this &lt;a href="http://www.julieadore.blogspot.com/"&gt;cute-funny-french&lt;/a&gt; blog!&lt;br /&gt;Have a great sunday!&lt;br /&gt;xxni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352791832368635866-4242723253031846130?l=lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/feeds/4242723253031846130/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352791832368635866&amp;postID=4242723253031846130' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/4242723253031846130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/4242723253031846130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/2009/10/coucou.html' title='Coucou!'/><author><name>ni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979697673353868259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12631917528953901671'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SsiU7wxKbjI/AAAAAAAABJE/KVTfjjmrips/s72-c/Kaoza_BIG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352791832368635866.post-2625498260251351630</id><published>2009-10-02T06:01:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T18:10:05.771-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 things I fear'/><title type='text'>Early friday morning...</title><content type='html'>Good morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this time of day, even though I would prefer to sleep for an hour more, I am very inspired between 5 and 6 in the morning. My boyfriend leaves for work at 5 and, at least 3 mornings every week, I stay up and write...&lt;br /&gt;On my blog, or I take note for the workshops I am working on "From creativity to consciousness", or I work on marketing plans for 2 different foundations, one for a community theatre, and the other for a magnificient Montessori school... Or I read, or I surf a bit on the net for new and wonderful things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am at 6 in the morning, still in my bed, writting to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;I managed to deal one great big fear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;br /&gt;After a bit of confusion, I took the decision not to buy this new house we were getting builed for us. During the last week, I sat down to make a budget with these new "bills" we would have to pay when we got the house. It was just too much. Not a lot. But we needed just a little more money than what we earn right now too pay for everything necessary. No free time, no money for unexpeted issues, no new clothes (with 3 daughters, ya, sure no new clothes!)... just the absolute necessary stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after finish the list, we said to ourselves "ya, everything will be okay". My boyfriend is looking for a new job already and also starting to do some jobs from home, and my financial life is slowly getting better too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday, I decided I did not want this pressure. I want to pay my depts completely and put some money aside for my kids' education. I want to manage my financial life more resposibly, since now I have glimpse of what it means... And I know, one small step at a time, we will get to buying a house, I am sure it will be quiker than what we imagine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand now that most of those people we meet who wants to lend us money, they will make us think we really completely can, since they make money with this... Not all of them, but a lot. That's okay. Now I understand how it works. But my judgement is getting clearer and, well, I want something else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now friends, today I will call the uncle-builder and let him know that we will not buy his house...    hmmm... Still more to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SsXU5PIkN1I/AAAAAAAABI0/OiZMt03DMFM/s1600-h/Photo+47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SsXU5PIkN1I/AAAAAAAABI0/OiZMt03DMFM/s320/Photo+47.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387946608998758226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a super great day!&lt;br /&gt;big hugs!&lt;br /&gt;ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I was forgetting, tomorrow I am going to hear a speach from the Dalaï Lama, live here in Montreal! I'll let you know about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352791832368635866-2625498260251351630?l=lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2625498260251351630/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352791832368635866&amp;postID=2625498260251351630' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/2625498260251351630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/2625498260251351630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-morning-i-love-this-time-of-day.html' title='Early friday morning...'/><author><name>ni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979697673353868259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12631917528953901671'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SsXU5PIkN1I/AAAAAAAABI0/OiZMt03DMFM/s72-c/Photo+47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352791832368635866.post-1795742525469137152</id><published>2009-09-30T09:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:19:47.500-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 things I fear'/><title type='text'>still ON!</title><content type='html'>Hello every one!&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to continue this challenge and share it with you all.&lt;br /&gt;It is intense but makes me very proud of myself, more  and more conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SsNcAXRAB0I/AAAAAAAABIs/kLOxMAfg5Fs/s1600-h/bimbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SsNcAXRAB0I/AAAAAAAABIs/kLOxMAfg5Fs/s400/bimbo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387250740580321090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I delt with many things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;First, when I woke up, I felt scared about this new house we are buying. The day before we went to meet with the builder for final details. We will be signing the contract by the end of the week. so I woke up thinking about Feng Shui details my sister and my friend told me about... That Feng Shui thing often scares me. So when I noticed all of this, I thought about Cassandra and told myself: will I let fear stop me from changing my life for the better? NO. I know all this is a interpretation thing. I feel it deep in my heart. I know I can take and leave out what I want, out of anything. I know if I choose it consciously, I am the master of my life and I know, everything will happen for the best, because it is always like this, because I decided that, and I choose it more and more. So then I felt better and during the day, it all flew away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I went to work at my new workplace. I got out of there feeling a little less enthusiast then the first days... But then again, I told myself, will I let fear ruin this experience for me or will I try to get the most out of it, and give the most to it? Guest what won...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;br /&gt;The feng shui thing came back throught a conversation with my friend. The issue is about a bathroom in a place that would be risky for my boyfriend. But I tried to convinced myself that it didn't matter. And it's always coming back. So today, I decided to explore this fear. At the end, I took the decision to tell the builder that we are changing a little bit the position of the bathroom! My gut feeling just told me so many times. And I wouldn't have been honest with myself if I haven't done it! So, good for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a gggoooooooooddd nigth!&lt;br /&gt;ni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352791832368635866-1795742525469137152?l=lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1795742525469137152/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352791832368635866&amp;postID=1795742525469137152' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/1795742525469137152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/1795742525469137152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/2009/09/still-on.html' title='still ON!'/><author><name>ni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979697673353868259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12631917528953901671'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SsNcAXRAB0I/AAAAAAAABIs/kLOxMAfg5Fs/s72-c/bimbo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352791832368635866.post-6447872602777191220</id><published>2009-09-28T05:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T05:45:08.008-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 things I fear'/><title type='text'>Good day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SsCDwEbW8nI/AAAAAAAABIk/oKCqWcjeEYM/s1600-h/100_0729-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SsCDwEbW8nI/AAAAAAAABIk/oKCqWcjeEYM/s400/100_0729-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386450016180564594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour les amis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'espère que vous allez bien, que vous êtes à l'aise avec cet intermède anglophone...&lt;br /&gt;Vous savez, je suis dans un processus de doucement devenir coach de vie spécialisée en créativité.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce processus de "100 choses qui me font peurs" me met en contact avec des coachs que j'admire. Ce lien qui nous unit, même s'il est tout fin et à très longue distance, n'en est pas moins important pour moi. Il me donne l'occasionde toucher à cette réalité que je commence à manifester. Et j'en suis très heureuse. Et ce questionnement à propos de la peur me fait un grand bien, en me permettant de démystifier beaucoup de choses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors voilà, on continu sur cette belle lancée!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,&lt;br /&gt;The fear I am dealing with is sheding light and understanding 2 areas of my life that are the scariest these last days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;Buying this new house:&lt;br /&gt;today, I will take time to sit and note clearly how it will cost me to move in this new house and how much money this represent. I will be honest and ask myself if this is really what I want, even if my mind wants to get in the way and tells me I really need to do this now...&lt;br /&gt;Then I will take a real decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;The other thing is about my relationship with my three girls. I will look at myself honestly and note those behaviorsI have that are sad and hurtful towards my children. And I will give more love than critisism today. That's a big one. Even though I deeply love my children, a lot of things happen through out the years that made me really insecure regarding them, their security and education. Now I see myself so sad because I'm mad at them everyday, and I know that what I critisize about was mostly created by me... Let's be even stronger today and really start the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a magnificient day of love, light and truth!&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This beautiful picture is by my wonderful and talented boyfriend: Mario Hébert.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can see what he makes&lt;a href="http://mariohebert-soudeur.blogspot.com/"&gt; here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352791832368635866-6447872602777191220?l=lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6447872602777191220/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352791832368635866&amp;postID=6447872602777191220' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/6447872602777191220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/6447872602777191220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-day.html' title='Good day!'/><author><name>ni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979697673353868259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12631917528953901671'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SsCDwEbW8nI/AAAAAAAABIk/oKCqWcjeEYM/s72-c/100_0729-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352791832368635866.post-6729955233892843037</id><published>2009-09-27T09:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T05:27:23.984-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 things I fear'/><title type='text'>TODAY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Determination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;, perseverance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;, faith...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just getting out of fear.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a hard one, let's make this one a HAPPIER day,&lt;br /&gt;Rembering to breath in Joy and Pleasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooouuufff!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great sunday!&lt;br /&gt;xxni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352791832368635866-6729955233892843037?l=lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6729955233892843037/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352791832368635866&amp;postID=6729955233892843037' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/6729955233892843037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/6729955233892843037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/2009/09/today.html' title='TODAY...'/><author><name>ni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979697673353868259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12631917528953901671'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352791832368635866.post-2120729936828003490</id><published>2009-09-26T09:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T05:26:35.069-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 things I fear'/><title type='text'>Dealing with fear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/Sr4YpGi7GAI/AAAAAAAABIc/WdOPvQ0S8x4/s1600-h/zen002Existence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/Sr4YpGi7GAI/AAAAAAAABIc/WdOPvQ0S8x4/s320/zen002Existence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385769298792486914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Today, my challenge has to do with the one about Joy.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, today I will work on the responsability of pleasure and joy I get out of life, particularily about money. I am working on seeing and feeling money as a friend. (The kids just rushed in and got all over me... hmm... I will also work on the responsability of the pleasure I get out of everything...)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Have a great saturday every one, and keep working!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Image from the Osho Zen tarot set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352791832368635866-2120729936828003490?l=lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2120729936828003490/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352791832368635866&amp;postID=2120729936828003490' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/2120729936828003490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/2120729936828003490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/2009/09/dealing-with-fear.html' title='Dealing with fear...'/><author><name>ni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979697673353868259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12631917528953901671'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/Sr4YpGi7GAI/AAAAAAAABIc/WdOPvQ0S8x4/s72-c/zen002Existence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352791832368635866.post-8075100843948908927</id><published>2009-09-25T10:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:53:07.140-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 things I fear'/><title type='text'>Building!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SrzQsaqMtQI/AAAAAAAABIU/7bnSbwgTyJ0/s1600-h/28_jui12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SrzQsaqMtQI/AAAAAAAABIU/7bnSbwgTyJ0/s320/28_jui12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385408715917407490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Today, I'm going to call my boyfriend's uncle, who is building our first house. But it's taking long... he doesn't call to often and has been post-poning our next meeting for 3 weeks... So I just need to call and ask clearly when we will meet with him and the architect... and let him know that we would like for him to inform us more clearly and more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Done! We are meeting monday afternoon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a magnificient day!&lt;br /&gt;ni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352791832368635866-8075100843948908927?l=lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/feeds/8075100843948908927/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352791832368635866&amp;postID=8075100843948908927' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/8075100843948908927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/8075100843948908927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/2009/09/building.html' title='Building!'/><author><name>ni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979697673353868259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12631917528953901671'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SrzQsaqMtQI/AAAAAAAABIU/7bnSbwgTyJ0/s72-c/28_jui12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352791832368635866.post-7320857587175221091</id><published>2009-09-24T10:04:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T05:25:52.137-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 things I fear'/><title type='text'>Fear of being in control...</title><content type='html'>Bonjour tout le monde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SruAjRX_F_I/AAAAAAAABIM/1upze8UdkBo/s1600-h/100_1225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SruAjRX_F_I/AAAAAAAABIM/1upze8UdkBo/s320/100_1225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385039122899343346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. So today,&lt;br /&gt;I will work on joy...&lt;br /&gt;in french we say "cultiver la joie",&lt;br /&gt;cultivate joy!&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I am dealing a lot with my fears lately and I just realized that when my mind is working to hard and I start to be too emotional, I tend to get a little bit mad so I can get out of it and take control back. But when I do this, I get more tough, not only with my emotions and my thoughts, but with people around me, mostly those who are the closest to me... my children, sometimes my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my challenge is to mix determination with peace and joy!&lt;br /&gt;I've already started... I think I will work on this one for a while!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Okay! this one might take a bit of practice to get to mastery!&lt;br /&gt;but i'm working on it!!!&lt;br /&gt;I noticed today that since I did not want to get"mad" to get rid of the mental inner talking and anxiety caused by it, I felt insecure and I didn't really know what to do. So just before supper, I went to meditate and breath deeply for a good 15 minutes. That really helped me. Since then, I repete "joy" to myself (thanks for reminding me!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know about this!&lt;br /&gt;Until then,&lt;br /&gt;have a super great and joyfull day!&lt;br /&gt;xxni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352791832368635866-7320857587175221091?l=lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7320857587175221091/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352791832368635866&amp;postID=7320857587175221091' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/7320857587175221091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/7320857587175221091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/2009/09/fear-of-being-in-control.html' title='Fear of being in control...'/><author><name>ni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979697673353868259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12631917528953901671'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SruAjRX_F_I/AAAAAAAABIM/1upze8UdkBo/s72-c/100_1225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352791832368635866.post-5172190230187080767</id><published>2009-09-23T06:13:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T10:17:48.009-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 things I fear'/><title type='text'>Okay, let's do this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SroJHjLXujI/AAAAAAAABIE/kC-SGlV9vDM/s1600-h/PICT0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SroJHjLXujI/AAAAAAAABIE/kC-SGlV9vDM/s320/PICT0121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384626329781516850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour à vous!&lt;br /&gt;Hier, je suis arrivée plus ou moins par hasard sur cette &lt;a href="http://www.cassandrarae.com/100-things-i-fear/"&gt;page.&lt;/a&gt; Que j'ai lue, bien évidemment.&lt;br /&gt;Depuis, ça me trotte dans la tête.&lt;br /&gt;Voyez-vous, En lisant le texte, j'étais justement dans une peur, en fait, dans la peur récurrente&lt;br /&gt;que j'entretiens depuis je présume plusieurs vies: peur de manquer d'argent.&lt;br /&gt;Je me demande depuis ma lecture comment je pourrais bien appliquer ce processus pour défaire une fois pour toute cette peur qui, je l'avoue, est venue gâcher plusieurs de mes journées... C'est pourquoi, dans ce processus de nettoyage et d'accession au bonheur vrai et durable, entreprit il y a quelques années, je décide ce matin d'entrer dans ce défi de "100 things I fear".&lt;br /&gt;Et, en prélude, je vous dis tout-de-suite qu'un truc dont j'ai peur, c'est bien d'exposer tout ça au grand jour. Mais je désire le faire en équipe, avec les autres bloggeurs qui se joignent à ce défi. Et je désire le partager avec vous aussi, des fois que ça vous donnerait le goût de faire la même chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aussi, je vais faire ce processus en anglais, pour que les gens du blog de Cassandra Rae puissent aussi me lire. Je vous invite sérieusement à laisser vos commentaires. Ils sont précieux et très utiles à tout un tas de gens, moi y compris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100 things I fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Okay&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Today, for this first fear I wan't to undo...&lt;br /&gt;well in fact there's two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am scared to share this because it is very personnal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I want to call my daughter's father to ask him to send money for her to register for soccer at her new school. The thing is my daugther hasn't seen her dad in a while because of how he was behaving. And we went to court this summer so now she is legally allowed to decide when she wants to see him. And he doesn't really help moneywise either. So here's why I am scared...&lt;br /&gt;But she's been really wanting this for a while now and I can't afford it. So I will do it today, I will call... and let you know when I have some news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;OUF! This one is done too! That was a hard one, but I really hope this works... We'll see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The other thing:&lt;br /&gt;I just started a new job last week and today, I need to ask my boss if I will have my first paycheck next week. I really need the money in fact, I need this money for the rent so I really have to do this one. I also need to ask her if the amount of the paycheck will really be what was talked about at first. There has been a little misunderstanding. It seems like a small thing, in fact it isn't really a big deal but it is for me. Money has always been a big deal for me. That's why I started this list anyway!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;DONE! I'm now waiting for some news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, I will keep you informed! Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352791832368635866-5172190230187080767?l=lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5172190230187080767/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352791832368635866&amp;postID=5172190230187080767' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/5172190230187080767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/5172190230187080767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/2009/09/okay-lets-do-this.html' title='Okay, let&apos;s do this...'/><author><name>ni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979697673353868259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12631917528953901671'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SroJHjLXujI/AAAAAAAABIE/kC-SGlV9vDM/s72-c/PICT0121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352791832368635866.post-5710590142224136391</id><published>2009-09-16T09:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T09:25:10.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SrDnHY4ny5I/AAAAAAAABH8/ZDEqqIpCnHE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SrDnHY4ny5I/AAAAAAAABH8/ZDEqqIpCnHE/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382055668832783250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352791832368635866-5710590142224136391?l=lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5710590142224136391/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352791832368635866&amp;postID=5710590142224136391' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/5710590142224136391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/5710590142224136391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979697673353868259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12631917528953901671'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SrDnHY4ny5I/AAAAAAAABH8/ZDEqqIpCnHE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352791832368635866.post-2389183996367500900</id><published>2009-08-23T17:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T17:51:56.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>En route...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SpG4hmz3JdI/AAAAAAAABH0/SVtUIdLsoQ4/s1600-h/100_0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SpG4hmz3JdI/AAAAAAAABH0/SVtUIdLsoQ4/s400/100_0336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373278717922977234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour à vous!&lt;br /&gt;Sentez-vous le vent de changement souffler sur vos vies? Les possibilités qui finalement se manifestent? Le bonheur qui décide enfin de prendre le contrôle...?&lt;br /&gt;L'énergie de notre monde est en grande transformation... tant mieux!&lt;br /&gt;Observez et méditez là-dessus dans les jours qui viennent... et acceptez de couler avec les changements... vous verrez vos rêves peu à peu prendre place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je pars demain très tôt pour un atelier de canalisation d'une semaine.&lt;br /&gt;Je suis contente, c'est la première fois que je m'offre ça!&lt;br /&gt;et le grand déménagement se prépare de façon magique! J'en suis bien impressionnée!&lt;br /&gt;Alors j'apprends à suivre le courant.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vous donne des nouvelles...&lt;br /&gt;sur ce,&lt;br /&gt;magnique semaine épanouissante à chacun et chacune d'entre vous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namasté&lt;br /&gt;ni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352791832368635866-2389183996367500900?l=lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2389183996367500900/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352791832368635866&amp;postID=2389183996367500900' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/2389183996367500900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/2389183996367500900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/2009/08/en-route.html' title='En route...'/><author><name>ni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979697673353868259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12631917528953901671'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SpG4hmz3JdI/AAAAAAAABH0/SVtUIdLsoQ4/s72-c/100_0336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352791832368635866.post-7280805673528835133</id><published>2009-08-19T10:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:30:27.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi! hi! hi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SowMertGE9I/AAAAAAAABHs/Clq-lBK7i_I/s1600-h/3806430253_3788dbc2e3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SowMertGE9I/AAAAAAAABHs/Clq-lBK7i_I/s400/3806430253_3788dbc2e3-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371682176813634514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://herzensart.blogspot.com/"&gt;À visiter...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maintenant, c'est ma fête (et la vôtre si vous voulez) à tous les jours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352791832368635866-7280805673528835133?l=lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7280805673528835133/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352791832368635866&amp;postID=7280805673528835133' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/7280805673528835133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352791832368635866/posts/default/7280805673528835133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesmainsreveuses.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi-hi-hi.html' title='Hi! hi! hi!'/><author><name>ni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979697673353868259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12631917528953901671'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EFVcIgFT8IY/SowMertGE9I/AAAAAAAABHs/Clq-lBK7i_I/s72-c/3806430253_3788dbc2e3-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>