<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:00:16.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter</title><subtitle type='html'>~A collection of my photographs and favorite writings~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>419</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-122475087148710130</id><published>2007-05-02T10:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T17:35:36.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Blog Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RjikkSJfz8I/AAAAAAAAAJM/AAZN8AtWsAM/s1600-h/100_9076-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RjikkSJfz8I/AAAAAAAAAJM/AAZN8AtWsAM/s320/100_9076-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059975124604669890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a hell of a lot of fun and I've enjoyed every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Errol Flynn~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you're interested in looking at my new photographs, I'll be continuing posting them &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smileytd/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v28/nainarulz/emoz/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt="rolleyes" title="rolleyes" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-122475087148710130?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/122475087148710130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=122475087148710130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/122475087148710130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/122475087148710130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-last-blog-post.html' title='My Last Blog Post'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RjikkSJfz8I/AAAAAAAAAJM/AAZN8AtWsAM/s72-c/100_9076-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-6126246713846129871</id><published>2007-05-01T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T22:21:55.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweet, Simple Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RjfwYSJfz7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/fMtf6OBBZaw/s1600-h/100_8714-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RjfwYSJfz7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/fMtf6OBBZaw/s320/100_8714-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059777006353239986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to learn that it is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Laura Ingalls Wilder~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-6126246713846129871?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/6126246713846129871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=6126246713846129871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/6126246713846129871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/6126246713846129871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/05/sweet-simple-things.html' title='The Sweet, Simple Things'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RjfwYSJfz7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/fMtf6OBBZaw/s72-c/100_8714-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-6037072268217223413</id><published>2007-04-30T10:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T10:55:29.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RjYA0yJfz6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/oCCE1p4_jrI/s1600-h/100_8630-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RjYA0yJfz6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/oCCE1p4_jrI/s320/100_8630-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059232138212134818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only beauty and it has only one perfect expression- poetry. All the rest is a lie, except for those who live by the body, love, and, that love of the mind- friendship. For me, Poetry takes the place of love because it is enamored of itself and because its sensual delight falls back deliciously in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Stephane Mallarm~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-6037072268217223413?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/6037072268217223413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=6037072268217223413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/6037072268217223413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/6037072268217223413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/04/poetry.html' title='Poetry'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RjYA0yJfz6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/oCCE1p4_jrI/s72-c/100_8630-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-7307745689306864141</id><published>2007-04-29T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T20:18:01.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RjUrdiJfz5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/7wRWhEXMUoI/s1600-h/100_9040-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RjUrdiJfz5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/7wRWhEXMUoI/s320/100_9040-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058997542803459986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the place that I love the best,&lt;br /&gt;A little brown house, like a ground-bird's nest,&lt;br /&gt;Hid among grasses, and vines, and trees,&lt;br /&gt;Summer retreat of the birds and bees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tenderest light that ever was seen&lt;br /&gt;Sifts through the vine-made window screen--&lt;br /&gt;Sifts and quivers, and flits and falls&lt;br /&gt;On home-made carpets and gray-hung walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All through June the west wind free&lt;br /&gt;The breath of clover brings to me.&lt;br /&gt;All through the languid July day&lt;br /&gt;I catch the scent of new-mown hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning-glories and scarlet vine&lt;br /&gt;Over the doorway twist and twine;&lt;br /&gt;And every day, when the house is still,&lt;br /&gt;The humming-bird comes to the window-sill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the cunningest chamber under the sun&lt;br /&gt;I sink to sleep when the day is done;&lt;br /&gt;And am waked at morn, in my snow-white bed,&lt;br /&gt;By a singing bird on the roof o'erhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better than treasures brought from Rome,&lt;br /&gt;Are the living pictures I see at home--&lt;br /&gt;My aged father, with frosted hair,&lt;br /&gt;And mother's face, like a painting rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far from the city's dust and heat,&lt;br /&gt;I get but sounds and odors sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Who can wonder I love to stay,&lt;br /&gt;Week after week, here hidden away,&lt;br /&gt;In this sly nook that I love the best--&lt;br /&gt;This little brown house like a ground-bird's nest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Edna Wheeler Wilcox~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-7307745689306864141?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/7307745689306864141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=7307745689306864141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/7307745689306864141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/7307745689306864141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-home.html' title='My Home'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RjUrdiJfz5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/7wRWhEXMUoI/s72-c/100_9040-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-3344844020933140907</id><published>2007-04-28T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T21:02:17.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Let The Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RjPr4SJfz4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/unZwvNlsKRE/s1600-h/Peeking+Sun-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RjPr4SJfz4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/unZwvNlsKRE/s320/Peeking+Sun-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058646158644072322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let the sun&lt;br /&gt;Shine on your face&lt;br /&gt;Only the darkness blinds your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take it easy&lt;br /&gt;You walk on your own&lt;br /&gt;Look for the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;You'll find your way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let the sun&lt;br /&gt;Find your way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Skin, excerpted lyrics~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-3344844020933140907?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/3344844020933140907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=3344844020933140907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/3344844020933140907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/3344844020933140907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-let-sun.html' title='Just Let The Sun'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RjPr4SJfz4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/unZwvNlsKRE/s72-c/Peeking+Sun-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-4495296764206121775</id><published>2007-04-27T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T11:40:30.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RjIWqiJfz2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/0Lz--xHM5z8/s1600-h/100_8582-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RjIWqiJfz2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/0Lz--xHM5z8/s320/100_8582-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058130251467444066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dwelling in the light, there is no occasion at all for stumbling, for all things are discovered in the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© George Fox~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-4495296764206121775?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/4495296764206121775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=4495296764206121775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/4495296764206121775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/4495296764206121775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-light.html' title='In The Light'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RjIWqiJfz2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/0Lz--xHM5z8/s72-c/100_8582-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-8493423092049386622</id><published>2007-04-26T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T15:01:21.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sensitive Plant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RjDrFSJfz1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/EuoJvZLjTD0/s1600-h/100_8715-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RjDrFSJfz1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/EuoJvZLjTD0/s320/100_8715-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057800857540611922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Spring arose on the garden fair,&lt;br /&gt;Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;&lt;br /&gt;And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast&lt;br /&gt;Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Percy Bysshe Shelley~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-8493423092049386622?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/8493423092049386622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=8493423092049386622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/8493423092049386622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/8493423092049386622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/04/sensitive-plant.html' title='The Sensitive Plant'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RjDrFSJfz1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/EuoJvZLjTD0/s72-c/100_8715-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-7406680281701971849</id><published>2007-04-25T17:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T18:00:44.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Ri_N_yJfzzI/AAAAAAAAAIE/W2EWwgWQeBw/s1600-h/100_8523-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Ri_N_yJfzzI/AAAAAAAAAIE/W2EWwgWQeBw/s320/100_8523-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057487402237415218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lose one's self in reverie, one must be either very happy, or very unhappy.  Reverie is the child of extremes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Antoine Rivarol~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-7406680281701971849?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/7406680281701971849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=7406680281701971849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/7406680281701971849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/7406680281701971849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/04/reverie.html' title='Reverie'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Ri_N_yJfzzI/AAAAAAAAAIE/W2EWwgWQeBw/s72-c/100_8523-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-4454317126914080685</id><published>2007-04-24T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T20:19:11.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Teachable Moment Of Clarity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Ri6dU0uvDQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5MVMV0rWZ0w/s1600-h/100_8745-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Ri6dU0uvDQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5MVMV0rWZ0w/s320/100_8745-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057152412661255426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having long striven, having been driven&lt;br /&gt;To amount to something- now I stand at&lt;br /&gt;The crossroads of a teachable moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a time in which fate would foment&lt;br /&gt;Change to rearrange my reality&lt;br /&gt;And now fate is doing precisely that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in the darkness I learn to see&lt;br /&gt;At dusk I learn to hope for coming dawn&lt;br /&gt;In winter I appreciate the spring&lt;br /&gt;And see the light brightest when it is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now fate offers me a challenge to grow&lt;br /&gt;To seek and find the all in everything&lt;br /&gt;And learn the more I know the less I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To taste of the joy of simply being&lt;br /&gt;And experience the peace of seeing&lt;br /&gt;Not through rose-colored glasses nor through black&lt;br /&gt;Embracing what I have not what I lack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teachable moment of clarity&lt;br /&gt;It is not too late for this gift of fate:&lt;br /&gt;I rise now to my higher destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Steven Curtis Lance~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-4454317126914080685?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/4454317126914080685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=4454317126914080685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/4454317126914080685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/4454317126914080685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/04/teachable-moment-of-clarity.html' title='A Teachable Moment Of Clarity'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Ri6dU0uvDQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5MVMV0rWZ0w/s72-c/100_8745-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-3332769286014989741</id><published>2007-04-23T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T23:47:05.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Following The Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Ri1cIEuvDPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/6ON5HAAx5bA/s1600-h/100_8877-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Ri1cIEuvDPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/6ON5HAAx5bA/s320/100_8877-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056799250385407218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the sun, to find the one&lt;br /&gt;Who's giving you the wings to fly&lt;br /&gt;Following the sun, the golden one&lt;br /&gt;Losing sense for space and time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the waves of life&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear the sigh of love&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the sun, just for the one&lt;br /&gt;Till you'll find the door you thought&lt;br /&gt;Following the sun, like everyone&lt;br /&gt;Searching for a sign of hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Enigma, excerpted lyrics~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-3332769286014989741?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/3332769286014989741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=3332769286014989741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/3332769286014989741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/3332769286014989741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/04/following-sun.html' title='Following The Sun'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Ri1cIEuvDPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/6ON5HAAx5bA/s72-c/100_8877-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-106023067893759579</id><published>2007-04-23T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T02:33:35.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Fade Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Riw34UuvDOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GFuBEAdH034/s1600-h/100_8713-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Riw34UuvDOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GFuBEAdH034/s320/100_8713-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056477922407156962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I stand at the crossroad,&lt;br /&gt;Watching the sun sinking low...&lt;br /&gt;With my cross of indecision,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find the way to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all its been a rocky road,&lt;br /&gt;Twists and turns along the way...&lt;br /&gt;But I still pray for tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;All my hopes, my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Don't fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Whitesnake, excerpted lyrics~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-106023067893759579?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/106023067893759579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=106023067893759579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/106023067893759579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/106023067893759579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/04/dont-fade-away.html' title='Don&apos;t Fade Away'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Riw34UuvDOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GFuBEAdH034/s72-c/100_8713-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-620749114687267051</id><published>2007-04-19T08:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T08:36:00.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Augeries Of Innocence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Ridgk0uvDMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/VLh7wIjVlng/s1600-h/100_7782-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Ridgk0uvDMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/VLh7wIjVlng/s320/100_7782-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055115292492893378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see a World in a Grain of Sand&lt;br /&gt;And a Heaven in a wild Flower,&lt;br /&gt;Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand&lt;br /&gt;And Eternity in an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© William Blake~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-620749114687267051?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/620749114687267051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=620749114687267051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/620749114687267051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/620749114687267051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/04/augeries-of-innocence.html' title='Augeries Of Innocence'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Ridgk0uvDMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/VLh7wIjVlng/s72-c/100_7782-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-3659296768253727913</id><published>2007-04-18T18:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T18:56:22.657-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RiahgXHvCwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zpFh7HzDyo4/s1600-h/100_8042-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RiahgXHvCwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zpFh7HzDyo4/s320/100_8042-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054905209104304898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything in the world was falling through&lt;br /&gt;all I knew was to look to you&lt;br /&gt;my sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my life never found my place&lt;br /&gt;until I felt the sunlight on my face&lt;br /&gt;my sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never meant to waste your time&lt;br /&gt;never meant to fall out of line&lt;br /&gt;I always tried to get closer to you&lt;br /&gt;now it seems with every step&lt;br /&gt;feels like I'm losing my breath&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you wash over me&lt;br /&gt;you wash over me like rain&lt;br /&gt;and you wash over me&lt;br /&gt;you wash over me like sunshine&lt;br /&gt;and you wash over me&lt;br /&gt;you wash over me like rain&lt;br /&gt;and you fall into me&lt;br /&gt;you crawl into me like sunshine&lt;br /&gt;like sunshine&lt;br /&gt;like sunshine&lt;br /&gt;like sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Lifehouse, Excerpted lyrics~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-3659296768253727913?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/3659296768253727913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=3659296768253727913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/3659296768253727913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/3659296768253727913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/04/wash.html' title='Wash'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RiahgXHvCwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zpFh7HzDyo4/s72-c/100_8042-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-7014022419551374584</id><published>2007-04-17T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T14:58:42.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Setting Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RiT_ZSePb9I/AAAAAAAAAHI/tFxaPOGvjXk/s1600-h/100_8504-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RiT_ZSePb9I/AAAAAAAAAHI/tFxaPOGvjXk/s320/100_8504-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054445491737030610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a day of cloud and wind and rain&lt;br /&gt; Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again,&lt;br /&gt;   And touching all the darksome woods with light,&lt;br /&gt;     Smiles on the fields until they laugh and sing,&lt;br /&gt;       Then like a ruby from the horizon's ring,&lt;br /&gt;         Drops down into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-7014022419551374584?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/7014022419551374584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=7014022419551374584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/7014022419551374584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/7014022419551374584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/04/setting-sun.html' title='The Setting Sun'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RiT_ZSePb9I/AAAAAAAAAHI/tFxaPOGvjXk/s72-c/100_8504-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-8582560763221101308</id><published>2007-04-16T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T12:52:49.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RiOmuCePb8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/lrsTBnYGq2s/s1600-h/Design+for+photo+illustration-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RiOmuCePb8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/lrsTBnYGq2s/s320/Design+for+photo+illustration-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054066516707733442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is the art of drawing without an eraser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© John W. Gardner~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-8582560763221101308?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/8582560763221101308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=8582560763221101308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/8582560763221101308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/8582560763221101308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/04/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RiOmuCePb8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/lrsTBnYGq2s/s72-c/Design+for+photo+illustration-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-7328725778658517251</id><published>2007-04-15T01:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T01:55:49.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridge To Cross</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RiG-OSePb7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Wwel5O22rh8/s1600-h/100_8096-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RiG-OSePb7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Wwel5O22rh8/s320/100_8096-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053529409572532146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is black and white&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't change even if I could&lt;br /&gt;I'll take what I'm handed&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's damned or if it's good&lt;br /&gt;If it's good&lt;br /&gt;If it's good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Black Label Society~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-7328725778658517251?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/7328725778658517251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=7328725778658517251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/7328725778658517251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/7328725778658517251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/04/bridge-to-cross.html' title='Bridge To Cross'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RiG-OSePb7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Wwel5O22rh8/s72-c/100_8096-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-7765510279057580812</id><published>2007-04-13T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T17:30:01.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Day Miracles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rh_vFSePb5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/j73Xy5ySJw4/s1600-h/100_8346-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rh_vFSePb5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/j73Xy5ySJw4/s320/100_8346-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053020181070049170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don't even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child -- our own two eyes. All is a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Thich Nhat Hanh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-7765510279057580812?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/7765510279057580812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=7765510279057580812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/7765510279057580812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/7765510279057580812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/04/every-day-miracles.html' title='Every Day Miracles'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rh_vFSePb5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/j73Xy5ySJw4/s72-c/100_8346-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-8894410351372778901</id><published>2007-04-12T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T11:51:35.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rh5QaCePb4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/GIsKg5R4tGc/s1600-h/100_8080-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rh5QaCePb4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/GIsKg5R4tGc/s320/100_8080-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052564240226807682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air and the earth interpenetrated in the warm gusts&lt;br /&gt;of spring; the soil was full of sunlight, and the sunlight full&lt;br /&gt;of red dust.  The air one breathed was saturated with&lt;br /&gt;earthy smells, and the grass under foot&lt;br /&gt;had a reflection of the blue sky in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Willa Cather~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-8894410351372778901?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/8894410351372778901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=8894410351372778901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/8894410351372778901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/8894410351372778901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/04/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rh5QaCePb4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/GIsKg5R4tGc/s72-c/100_8080-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-2405636811726158666</id><published>2007-04-11T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T11:07:05.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Violet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rhzz3CePb3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/trxz4eLXrws/s1600-h/100_8336-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rhzz3CePb3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/trxz4eLXrws/s320/100_8336-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052181008884920178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of it’s scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, Spring would lose its loveliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Therese of Lisieux~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-2405636811726158666?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/2405636811726158666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=2405636811726158666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/2405636811726158666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/2405636811726158666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/04/violet.html' title='The Violet'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rhzz3CePb3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/trxz4eLXrws/s72-c/100_8336-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-3824883841268573640</id><published>2007-04-09T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T17:29:05.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When My Heart Is Heavy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rhqqkg7CnGI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gW4dzZ0KiV4/s1600-h/100_8049-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rhqqkg7CnGI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gW4dzZ0KiV4/s320/100_8049-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051537476339014754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my heart is heavy, the sun helps make it light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Astrid Alauda~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-3824883841268573640?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/3824883841268573640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=3824883841268573640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/3824883841268573640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/3824883841268573640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-my-heart-is-heavy.html' title='When My Heart Is Heavy...'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rhqqkg7CnGI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gW4dzZ0KiV4/s72-c/100_8049-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-43249216321977628</id><published>2007-04-08T13:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T13:14:47.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting The Easter Bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rhkhow7CnFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/saSJCqH62xM/s1600-h/100_8147-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rhkhow7CnFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/saSJCqH62xM/s320/100_8147-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051105441283742802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Easter morn at early dawn&lt;br /&gt;   before the cocks were crowing&lt;br /&gt;I met a bob-tail bunnykin&lt;br /&gt;   and asked where he was going.&lt;br /&gt;"Tis in the house and out the house&lt;br /&gt;   a-tipsy, tipsy-toeing,&lt;br /&gt;Tis round the house and 'bout the house&lt;br /&gt;   a-lightly I am going."&lt;br /&gt;"But what is that of every hue&lt;br /&gt;   you carry in your basket?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tis eggs of gold and eggs of blue;&lt;br /&gt;   I wonder that you ask it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tis chocolate eggs and bonbon eggs&lt;br /&gt;  and eggs of red and gray,&lt;br /&gt;For every child in every house&lt;br /&gt;  on bonny Easter day."&lt;br /&gt;He perked his ears and winked his eye&lt;br /&gt;  and twitched his little nose;&lt;br /&gt;He shook his tail -- what tail he had --&lt;br /&gt;  and stood up on his toes.&lt;br /&gt;"I must be gone before the sun;&lt;br /&gt;  the east is growing gray;&lt;br /&gt;Tis almost time for bells to chime." --&lt;br /&gt;  So he hippety-hopped away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Author Unknown~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-43249216321977628?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/43249216321977628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=43249216321977628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/43249216321977628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/43249216321977628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/04/meeting-easter-bunny.html' title='Meeting The Easter Bunny'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rhkhow7CnFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/saSJCqH62xM/s72-c/100_8147-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-3533906930499120897</id><published>2007-04-06T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T13:37:36.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RhaDpA7CnEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/I8rerf6jNwY/s1600-h/100_8242-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RhaDpA7CnEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/I8rerf6jNwY/s320/100_8242-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050368772788100162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aerodynamically, the bumble bee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumble bee doesn't know it, so it goes on flying anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Mary Kay Ash~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-3533906930499120897?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/3533906930499120897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=3533906930499120897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/3533906930499120897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/3533906930499120897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/04/lesson.html' title='A Lesson'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RhaDpA7CnEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/I8rerf6jNwY/s72-c/100_8242-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-7062914589449250315</id><published>2007-04-05T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T16:10:40.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dandelion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RhVSDQ7CnDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/OQSW5cifU2I/s1600-h/100_8220-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RhVSDQ7CnDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/OQSW5cifU2I/s320/100_8220-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050032773201566770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gives one a sudden start in going down a barren, stony street, to see upon a narrow strip of grass, just within the iron fence, the radiant dandelion, shining in the grass, like a spark dropped from the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Henry Ward Beecher~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-7062914589449250315?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/7062914589449250315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=7062914589449250315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/7062914589449250315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/7062914589449250315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/04/dandelion.html' title='The Dandelion'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RhVSDQ7CnDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/OQSW5cifU2I/s72-c/100_8220-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-4456315139068436897</id><published>2007-04-04T09:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T09:46:51.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RhOmVg7CnCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2depgoBl9A4/s1600-h/100_8161-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RhOmVg7CnCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2depgoBl9A4/s320/100_8161-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049562495757491234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have scarcely touched the sky and I am made of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Antonio Porchia~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-4456315139068436897?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/4456315139068436897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=4456315139068436897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/4456315139068436897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/4456315139068436897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/04/close-attention.html' title='The Sky'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RhOmVg7CnCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2depgoBl9A4/s72-c/100_8161-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-5199630210664565520</id><published>2007-04-03T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T22:23:17.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Violets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RhMK3g7CnBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mupoE5ni6jY/s1600-h/100_8148-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RhMK3g7CnBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mupoE5ni6jY/s320/100_8148-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049391556059110418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the violet of our early days&lt;br /&gt; Drinks beauteous azure from the golden sun,&lt;br /&gt;   And kindles into fragrance at his blaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Ebenezer Elliott~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-5199630210664565520?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/5199630210664565520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=5199630210664565520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/5199630210664565520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/5199630210664565520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/04/violets.html' title='Violets'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RhMK3g7CnBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mupoE5ni6jY/s72-c/100_8148-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-6061634097631367490</id><published>2007-04-02T08:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T09:23:28.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dewdrops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RhEBzO_OyEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/RLzaM-GDVfA/s1600-h/100_7974-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RhEBzO_OyEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/RLzaM-GDVfA/s320/100_7974-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048818636967299138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dew-drop in the breeze of morn,&lt;br /&gt; Trembling and sparkling on the thorn,&lt;br /&gt;   Falls to the ground, escapes the eye,&lt;br /&gt;     Yet mounts on sunbeams to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© James Montgomery ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-6061634097631367490?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/6061634097631367490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=6061634097631367490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/6061634097631367490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/6061634097631367490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/04/dewdrops.html' title='Dewdrops'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RhEBzO_OyEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/RLzaM-GDVfA/s72-c/100_7974-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-3658332711785477692</id><published>2007-04-01T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T13:08:20.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rg_lze_OyDI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wrwy7NWnVbM/s1600-h/100_7808-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rg_lze_OyDI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wrwy7NWnVbM/s320/100_7808-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048506379959978034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be the gladdest thing&lt;br /&gt;Under the sun!&lt;br /&gt;I will touch a hundred flowers&lt;br /&gt;And not pick one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Edna St. Vincent Millay~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-3658332711785477692?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/3658332711785477692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=3658332711785477692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/3658332711785477692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/3658332711785477692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-will-be.html' title='I Will Be'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rg_lze_OyDI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wrwy7NWnVbM/s72-c/100_7808-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-5644823992897678769</id><published>2007-03-31T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T14:50:31.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cloud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rg6p5e_OyCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PJGEDFaBUL0/s1600-h/100_7626-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rg6p5e_OyCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PJGEDFaBUL0/s320/100_7626-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048159037364815906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,&lt;br /&gt;From the seas and the streams;&lt;br /&gt;I bear light shade for the leaves when laid&lt;br /&gt;In their noonday dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my wings are shaken the dews that waken&lt;br /&gt;The sweet buds every one,&lt;br /&gt;When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,&lt;br /&gt;As she dances about the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wield the flail of the lashing hail,&lt;br /&gt;And whiten the green plains under,&lt;br /&gt;And then again I dissolve it in rain,&lt;br /&gt;And laugh as I pass in thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Percy Bysshe Shelley~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-5644823992897678769?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/5644823992897678769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=5644823992897678769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/5644823992897678769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/5644823992897678769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/03/cloud.html' title='The Cloud'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rg6p5e_OyCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PJGEDFaBUL0/s72-c/100_7626-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-4547026435990330007</id><published>2007-03-30T16:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T16:46:00.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis True</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rg10xO_OyBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/xHkwxYbn5CM/s1600-h/100_7771-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rg10xO_OyBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/xHkwxYbn5CM/s320/100_7771-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047819146537912338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the flowers are all made sweeter by the sunshine and the dew, so this old world is made brighter by the lives of folks like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Bonnie Parker~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-4547026435990330007?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/4547026435990330007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=4547026435990330007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/4547026435990330007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/4547026435990330007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/03/tis-true.html' title='&apos;Tis True'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rg10xO_OyBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/xHkwxYbn5CM/s72-c/100_7771-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-9119986785060382150</id><published>2007-03-29T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T16:46:51.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Bloom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rgv1--_OyAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-2psWSmBTuM/s1600-h/100_7790-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rgv1--_OyAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-2psWSmBTuM/s320/100_7790-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047398269807675394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Rainer Maria Rilke~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-9119986785060382150?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/9119986785060382150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=9119986785060382150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/9119986785060382150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/9119986785060382150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-bloom.html' title='In Bloom'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rgv1--_OyAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-2psWSmBTuM/s72-c/100_7790-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-1665605592300772250</id><published>2007-03-27T15:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T17:17:13.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Not Let Your Fire Go Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RglsM0oa3YI/AAAAAAAAAE0/UB28tAohB-4/s1600-h/Sparks-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RglsM0oa3YI/AAAAAAAAAE0/UB28tAohB-4/s320/Sparks-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046683824987757954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the name of the best within you, do not sacrifice this world to those who are its worst. In the name of the values that keep you alive, do not let your vision of man be distorted by the ugly, the cowardly, the mindless in those who have never achieved his title. Do not lose your knowledge that man's proper estate is an upright posture, an intransigent mind and a step that travels unlimited roads. Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The world you desired can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it's yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Ayn Rand~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-1665605592300772250?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/1665605592300772250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=1665605592300772250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/1665605592300772250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/1665605592300772250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/03/do-not-let-your-fire-go-out.html' title='Do Not Let Your Fire Go Out'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RglsM0oa3YI/AAAAAAAAAE0/UB28tAohB-4/s72-c/Sparks-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-2668521798254162566</id><published>2007-03-25T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T16:59:45.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep In The Sunlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RgbVY0oa3XI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Pc-ADeMq-zk/s1600-h/100_7569-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RgbVY0oa3XI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Pc-ADeMq-zk/s320/100_7569-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045955054936972658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not anticipate trouble or worry about what may never happen. Keep in the sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Ben Franklin~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-2668521798254162566?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/2668521798254162566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=2668521798254162566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/2668521798254162566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/2668521798254162566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/03/keep-in-sunlight.html' title='Keep In The Sunlight'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RgbVY0oa3XI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Pc-ADeMq-zk/s72-c/100_7569-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-8198902609422012557</id><published>2007-03-24T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T11:22:32.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Light Unto My Path</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RgVBu0oa3WI/AAAAAAAAAEk/JHXXpf22vWM/s1600-h/100_7476-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RgVBu0oa3WI/AAAAAAAAAEk/JHXXpf22vWM/s320/100_7476-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045511230196473186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;only where I've been&lt;br /&gt;It's been sunny and it's been raining&lt;br /&gt;there's been heat and there's been wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This path is so uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;with each twist &amp; curve &amp;amp; turn.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;But each new day, I learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/forgtnrose/431848823/"&gt;forgtnrose&lt;/a&gt; (AKA Stephanie, a very good friend)~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-8198902609422012557?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/8198902609422012557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=8198902609422012557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/8198902609422012557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/8198902609422012557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/03/light-unto-my-path.html' title='A Light Unto My Path'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RgVBu0oa3WI/AAAAAAAAAEk/JHXXpf22vWM/s72-c/100_7476-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-3703315264949839180</id><published>2007-03-24T04:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T05:03:46.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking In The Clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RgTgW0oa3VI/AAAAAAAAAEc/3UQBKpjmafo/s1600-h/100_7633-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RgTgW0oa3VI/AAAAAAAAAEc/3UQBKpjmafo/s320/100_7633-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045404165251718482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I do not walk in the clouds I walk as though I were lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Antonio Porchia~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-3703315264949839180?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/3703315264949839180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=3703315264949839180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/3703315264949839180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/3703315264949839180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/03/walking-in-clouds.html' title='Walking In The Clouds'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RgTgW0oa3VI/AAAAAAAAAEc/3UQBKpjmafo/s72-c/100_7633-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-6325115851317400049</id><published>2007-03-23T08:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T08:54:28.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Walls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RgPNwEoa3UI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tLazP4UEarE/s1600-h/100_7481-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RgPNwEoa3UI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tLazP4UEarE/s320/100_7481-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045102233345776962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Anais Nin~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-6325115851317400049?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/6325115851317400049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=6325115851317400049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/6325115851317400049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/6325115851317400049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-more-walls.html' title='No More Walls'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RgPNwEoa3UI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tLazP4UEarE/s72-c/100_7481-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-5741340784394843059</id><published>2007-03-22T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T11:13:29.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clouds And The Sunset Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RgKa5Eoa3TI/AAAAAAAAAEM/mDllWkW1mSQ/s1600-h/100_7466-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RgKa5Eoa3TI/AAAAAAAAAEM/mDllWkW1mSQ/s320/100_7466-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044764837894872370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Rabindranath Tagore~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-5741340784394843059?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/5741340784394843059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=5741340784394843059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/5741340784394843059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/5741340784394843059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/03/clouds-and-sunset-sky.html' title='Clouds And The Sunset Sky'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RgKa5Eoa3TI/AAAAAAAAAEM/mDllWkW1mSQ/s72-c/100_7466-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-1345505985154541918</id><published>2007-03-21T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T21:01:22.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RgGqHNPMFQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5nGcGQ8VTNo/s1600-h/100_7456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RgGqHNPMFQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5nGcGQ8VTNo/s320/100_7456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044500098420839682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In springtime, love is carried on the breeze.  Watch out for flying passion or kisses whizzing by your head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Emma Racine deFleur~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-1345505985154541918?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/1345505985154541918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=1345505985154541918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/1345505985154541918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/1345505985154541918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-spring.html' title='Happy Spring!'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RgGqHNPMFQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5nGcGQ8VTNo/s72-c/100_7456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-9165908550506716332</id><published>2007-03-18T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T13:21:37.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Extraordinary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rf10XIuL5aI/AAAAAAAAAD8/k1QMy7b7Ye0/s1600-h/Gold+Glow+Sunshine-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rf10XIuL5aI/AAAAAAAAAD8/k1QMy7b7Ye0/s320/Gold+Glow+Sunshine-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043315098551838114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the right light, at the right time, everything is extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Aaron Rose~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-9165908550506716332?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/9165908550506716332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=9165908550506716332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/9165908550506716332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/9165908550506716332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/03/extraordinary.html' title='Extraordinary'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rf10XIuL5aI/AAAAAAAAAD8/k1QMy7b7Ye0/s72-c/Gold+Glow+Sunshine-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-4753593159136488478</id><published>2007-03-17T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T16:37:47.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Through The Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RfxRhYuL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xQ4eAZ4F3Kw/s1600-h/100_7078-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RfxRhYuL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xQ4eAZ4F3Kw/s320/100_7078-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042995316761814418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its hard&lt;br /&gt;In a world gone mad&lt;br /&gt;To find the truth&lt;br /&gt;To understand&lt;br /&gt;And I know its hard&lt;br /&gt;To turn the page&lt;br /&gt;To walk the line&lt;br /&gt;To have the faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes when its light&lt;br /&gt;And you can see&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when this world&lt;br /&gt;Just seems to be so cold&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when youre lost at sea&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in your pain&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the sun shines through the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its hard&lt;br /&gt;In a world so cold&lt;br /&gt;To feel the love&lt;br /&gt;I know its hard&lt;br /&gt;And I know its true&lt;br /&gt;That in the end&lt;br /&gt;We all find our way&lt;br /&gt;And thats life my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes when its light&lt;br /&gt;And you can see&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when this world&lt;br /&gt;Just seems to be so cold&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when youre lost at sea&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in your pain&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the sun shines through the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World keeps turning&lt;br /&gt;Nothing changes&lt;br /&gt;Hope this time&lt;br /&gt;We can rearrange the stars&lt;br /&gt;It cant be that hard, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when its light&lt;br /&gt;And you can see&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when this world&lt;br /&gt;Just seems to be so cold&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when youre lost at sea&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in your pain&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the sun shines through the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Cinderella lyrics~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-4753593159136488478?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/4753593159136488478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=4753593159136488478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/4753593159136488478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/4753593159136488478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/03/through-rain.html' title='Through The Rain'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RfxRhYuL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xQ4eAZ4F3Kw/s72-c/100_7078-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-408304543132489846</id><published>2007-03-15T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T00:01:53.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RfoJ4IuL5YI/AAAAAAAAADs/JCvj8shAPXM/s1600-h/Sepia+Fog-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RfoJ4IuL5YI/AAAAAAAAADs/JCvj8shAPXM/s320/Sepia+Fog-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042353592813217154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Rabindranath Tagore~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-408304543132489846?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/408304543132489846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=408304543132489846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/408304543132489846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/408304543132489846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/03/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RfoJ4IuL5YI/AAAAAAAAADs/JCvj8shAPXM/s72-c/Sepia+Fog-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-8594758527659244725</id><published>2007-03-14T14:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T15:07:53.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Communion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RfhFXYuL5XI/AAAAAAAAADk/yJJz5xdv2pE/s1600-h/000_0024-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RfhFXYuL5XI/AAAAAAAAADk/yJJz5xdv2pE/s320/000_0024-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041856050916746610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who bows and pays respect,&lt;br /&gt;And the one who receives the bow and the respect,&lt;br /&gt;Both of us are empty.&lt;br /&gt;That is why the communion is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Thich Nhat Hanh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-8594758527659244725?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/8594758527659244725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=8594758527659244725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/8594758527659244725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/8594758527659244725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/03/perfect-communion.html' title='The Perfect Communion'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RfhFXYuL5XI/AAAAAAAAADk/yJJz5xdv2pE/s72-c/000_0024-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-8693694912207737613</id><published>2007-03-11T15:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T16:06:26.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RfRXcIuL5WI/AAAAAAAAADc/tYk30qjoU2Y/s1600-h/100_6925-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RfRXcIuL5WI/AAAAAAAAADc/tYk30qjoU2Y/s320/100_6925-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040750023823582562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ain't waiting 'til she gets older&lt;br /&gt;Her feet are makin' tracks in the winter snows&lt;br /&gt;She got a rainbow that touches her shoulder&lt;br /&gt;She be headed where the thunder rolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes like the secret wind&lt;br /&gt;She's as strong as the mountains, walks tall as the trees&lt;br /&gt;She been there before, she'll never give in&lt;br /&gt;She'll be gone tomorrow like the silent breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is not, "Does love exist?"&lt;br /&gt;But when she leaves, where she goes?&lt;br /&gt;I got the feelin' she don't know either&lt;br /&gt;Wait like the wind, watch where she blows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Van Halen, excerpted lyrics~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-8693694912207737613?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/8693694912207737613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=8693694912207737613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/8693694912207737613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/8693694912207737613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/03/secrets.html' title='Secrets'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RfRXcIuL5WI/AAAAAAAAADc/tYk30qjoU2Y/s72-c/100_6925-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-3663783002356454726</id><published>2007-03-09T08:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T09:00:49.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RfFoe4uL5VI/AAAAAAAAADU/J-NwaFn4_DM/s1600-h/100_6905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RfFoe4uL5VI/AAAAAAAAADU/J-NwaFn4_DM/s320/100_6905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039924337835763026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine is my quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Winston Churchill~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-3663783002356454726?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/3663783002356454726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=3663783002356454726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/3663783002356454726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/3663783002356454726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/03/sunshine.html' title='Sunshine'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RfFoe4uL5VI/AAAAAAAAADU/J-NwaFn4_DM/s72-c/100_6905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-1381288944542119589</id><published>2007-03-06T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T22:26:07.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In This Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Re4wn676vOI/AAAAAAAAADM/wYFzBkYTHH0/s1600-h/176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039018495467764962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Re4wn676vOI/AAAAAAAAADM/wYFzBkYTHH0/s320/176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the sun,&lt;br /&gt;as it crawls across a final time&lt;br /&gt;and it feels like,&lt;br /&gt;like it was a friend.&lt;br /&gt;It is watching us,&lt;br /&gt;and the world we set on fire.&lt;br /&gt;Do you wonder,&lt;br /&gt;if it feels the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© NIN, excerpted lyrics~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-1381288944542119589?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/1381288944542119589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=1381288944542119589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/1381288944542119589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/1381288944542119589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-this-twilight.html' title='In This Twilight'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Re4wn676vOI/AAAAAAAAADM/wYFzBkYTHH0/s72-c/176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-3697120830414496513</id><published>2007-03-06T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T09:42:58.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silent River</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Re14e676vMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SCIvsKvPJb4/s1600-h/098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038816030709431490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Re14e676vMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SCIvsKvPJb4/s320/098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I can turn and look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the silent river and wait. We know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the current is there, hidden; and there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are comings and goings from miles away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that hold the stillness exactly before us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the river says, that is what I say.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;~© William Stafford~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-3697120830414496513?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/3697120830414496513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=3697120830414496513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/3697120830414496513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/3697120830414496513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/03/silent-river.html' title='The Silent River'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Re14e676vMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SCIvsKvPJb4/s72-c/098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-6531079059599530998</id><published>2007-03-04T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T19:10:43.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RetfwGe0kWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/V7lLMuqe3TQ/s1600-h/Image3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038225888122278242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RetfwGe0kWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/V7lLMuqe3TQ/s320/Image3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will never be&lt;br /&gt;All the things that I'd like to be&lt;br /&gt;Now is not the time to cry&lt;br /&gt;Now's the time to find out why&lt;br /&gt;I think you're the same as me&lt;br /&gt;We see things they'll never see&lt;br /&gt;You and I are gonna live forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Oasis, excerpted lyrics~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-6531079059599530998?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/6531079059599530998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=6531079059599530998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/6531079059599530998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/6531079059599530998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/03/live-forever.html' title='Live Forever'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RetfwGe0kWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/V7lLMuqe3TQ/s72-c/Image3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-4356518146370546389</id><published>2007-03-03T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T20:05:49.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Wildest Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/ReoauWe0kVI/AAAAAAAAACo/AiTWN_e1uKQ/s1600-h/179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037868516778479954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/ReoauWe0kVI/AAAAAAAAACo/AiTWN_e1uKQ/s320/179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my wildest dreams, you always play the hero. In my darkest hour of night, you rescue me, you save my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Bliss and Cerney~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-4356518146370546389?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/4356518146370546389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=4356518146370546389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/4356518146370546389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/4356518146370546389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-save-my-life.html' title='In My Wildest Dreams'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/ReoauWe0kVI/AAAAAAAAACo/AiTWN_e1uKQ/s72-c/179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-2551783913309811828</id><published>2007-03-02T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T12:49:54.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Magnolia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RehjOGe0kUI/AAAAAAAAACY/NWk36JVfJXg/s1600-h/115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037385277123105090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RehjOGe0kUI/AAAAAAAAACY/NWk36JVfJXg/s320/115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar magnolia&lt;br /&gt;Ringin' that blue bell&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Come on out singing&lt;br /&gt;I'll walk you in the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Come on honey, come along with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when the cuckoo's crying&lt;br /&gt;When the moon is halfway down&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when the night is dying&lt;br /&gt;I take me out and I wander round&lt;br /&gt;I wander round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine daydream&lt;br /&gt;Walkin through the tall trees&lt;br /&gt;Going where the wind goes&lt;br /&gt;Blooming like a red rose&lt;br /&gt;Breathing more freely&lt;br /&gt;Light out, singing&lt;br /&gt;I'll walk you in the morning sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine daydream&lt;br /&gt;Walk you in the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Grateful Dead, excerpted lyrics~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-2551783913309811828?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/2551783913309811828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=2551783913309811828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/2551783913309811828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/2551783913309811828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/03/sugar-magnolia.html' title='Sugar Magnolia'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RehjOGe0kUI/AAAAAAAAACY/NWk36JVfJXg/s72-c/115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-6776612572491939768</id><published>2007-02-27T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T17:56:47.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From "Song Of Myself"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/ReSuiWun4vI/AAAAAAAAACE/a7Y3VNbZsas/s1600-h/100_6634-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036342188546974450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/ReSuiWun4vI/AAAAAAAAACE/a7Y3VNbZsas/s320/100_6634-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with&lt;br /&gt;perfumes,&lt;br /&gt;I breathe the fragrance myself, and know it and like it,&lt;br /&gt;The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation,&lt;br /&gt;it is odorless,&lt;br /&gt;It is for my mouth forever....I am in love with it,&lt;br /&gt;I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and&lt;br /&gt;naked,&lt;br /&gt;I am mad for it to be in contact with me.&lt;br /&gt;The smoke of my own breath,&lt;br /&gt;Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and&lt;br /&gt;vine,&lt;br /&gt;My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing&lt;br /&gt;of blood and air through my lungs,&lt;br /&gt;The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore&lt;br /&gt;and dark-color'd sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn,&lt;br /&gt;The sound of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd to the eddies of&lt;br /&gt;the wind,&lt;br /&gt;A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms,&lt;br /&gt;The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag,&lt;br /&gt;The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields&lt;br /&gt;and hillsides,&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from&lt;br /&gt;bed and meeting the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much? have you reckon'd the&lt;br /&gt;earth much?&lt;br /&gt;Have you practis'd so long to learn to read?&lt;br /&gt;Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin&lt;br /&gt;of all poems,&lt;br /&gt;You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions&lt;br /&gt;of suns left,)&lt;br /&gt;You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look&lt;br /&gt;through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in&lt;br /&gt;books,&lt;br /&gt;You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me,&lt;br /&gt;You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning&lt;br /&gt;and the end,&lt;br /&gt;But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was never any more inception than there is now,&lt;br /&gt;Nor any more youth or age than there is now,&lt;br /&gt;And will never be any more perfection than there is now,&lt;br /&gt;Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Walt Whitman~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-6776612572491939768?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/6776612572491939768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=6776612572491939768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/6776612572491939768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/6776612572491939768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-song-of-myself.html' title='From &quot;Song Of Myself&quot;'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/ReSuiWun4vI/AAAAAAAAACE/a7Y3VNbZsas/s72-c/100_6634-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-2035959482143748706</id><published>2007-02-26T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T19:49:20.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/ReNzr1BlqnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Z8t4ulSuVdg/s1600-h/100_6608-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035996005135657586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/ReNzr1BlqnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Z8t4ulSuVdg/s320/100_6608-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a ball&lt;br /&gt;of pure heavenly fire&lt;br /&gt;pours out unceasing light&lt;br /&gt;like a celestial alchemy&lt;br /&gt;the sun descends to earth.&lt;br /&gt;a free&lt;br /&gt;and liberating energy.&lt;br /&gt;bombarded&lt;br /&gt;captured&lt;br /&gt;and drained&lt;br /&gt;But have no fear&lt;br /&gt;sun will rise up&lt;br /&gt;bright in our heavens&lt;br /&gt;and tread blue skies&lt;br /&gt;in the green world&lt;br /&gt;it wheels silent&lt;br /&gt;in the vast wasting space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Author Unknown~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-2035959482143748706?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/2035959482143748706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=2035959482143748706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/2035959482143748706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/2035959482143748706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/02/sunlight.html' title='Sunlight'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/ReNzr1BlqnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Z8t4ulSuVdg/s72-c/100_6608-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-3639162054862635040</id><published>2007-02-25T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T15:19:42.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dream Of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/ReHvC1BlqmI/AAAAAAAAABs/zt9HfOklnb8/s1600-h/100_6396-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035568690249443938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/ReHvC1BlqmI/AAAAAAAAABs/zt9HfOklnb8/s320/100_6396-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I replaced you? Replacing you would be&lt;br /&gt;like trying to replace the sun...moon...stars and&lt;br /&gt;replacing everything in life that brings a smile&lt;br /&gt;to ones face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replacing you would remove all that is soft...&lt;br /&gt;warm and that which represents love and all&lt;br /&gt;that is worthwhile in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replacing you would be akin to replacing the&lt;br /&gt;energy that fuels another day. In the darkest of&lt;br /&gt;hours, replacing you would remove the light of&lt;br /&gt;hope that spurs one on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I replaced you?&lt;br /&gt;Never...not for all time to come and one day&lt;br /&gt;thereafter... if there be such time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Joe Fazio~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-3639162054862635040?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/3639162054862635040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=3639162054862635040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/3639162054862635040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/3639162054862635040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-dream-of-you.html' title='I Dream Of You'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/ReHvC1BlqmI/AAAAAAAAABs/zt9HfOklnb8/s72-c/100_6396-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-6573766059911650445</id><published>2007-02-14T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T21:37:51.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RdPEX71PQaI/AAAAAAAAABg/kt7IFFku3CM/s1600-h/A+happy+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RdPEX71PQaI/AAAAAAAAABg/kt7IFFku3CM/s320/A+happy+heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031581124180001186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the heart speaks, however simple the words, its language is always acceptable to those who have hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Mary Baker Eddy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-6573766059911650445?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/6573766059911650445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=6573766059911650445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/6573766059911650445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/6573766059911650445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!!'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RdPEX71PQaI/AAAAAAAAABg/kt7IFFku3CM/s72-c/A+happy+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-5696583293971138313</id><published>2007-02-12T09:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T23:27:24.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RdE-Ar1PQYI/AAAAAAAAABI/ezZHZJaOGcY/s1600-h/100_4710-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RdE-Ar1PQYI/AAAAAAAAABI/ezZHZJaOGcY/s320/100_4710-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030870440236499330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning mister sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;You brighten up my day.&lt;br /&gt;Come sit beside me in your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© lyrics of The Bee Gees~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-5696583293971138313?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/5696583293971138313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=5696583293971138313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/5696583293971138313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/5696583293971138313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/02/lonely-days.html' title='Lonely Days'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RdE-Ar1PQYI/AAAAAAAAABI/ezZHZJaOGcY/s72-c/100_4710-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-8131787526914548143</id><published>2007-02-10T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T20:35:33.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Nature...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rc5yy71PQXI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Txq1uPgoyvY/s1600-h/100_5476-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rc5yy71PQXI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Txq1uPgoyvY/s320/100_5476-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030084053199438194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect.  Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they're still beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Alice Walker~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-8131787526914548143?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/8131787526914548143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=8131787526914548143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/8131787526914548143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/8131787526914548143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-nature.html' title='In Nature...'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/Rc5yy71PQXI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Txq1uPgoyvY/s72-c/100_5476-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-3467062775918076842</id><published>2007-02-08T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T21:55:23.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Balloon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RcviVL1PQWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/5X-faef50ho/s1600-h/100_5966-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RcviVL1PQWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/5X-faef50ho/s320/100_5966-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029362262470508898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I might fly away, in my hot air balloon,&lt;br /&gt;And hide from worldly worries on the dark side of the moon;&lt;br /&gt;There’s but one thing I need before I float into the blue:&lt;br /&gt;I need a sky companion and I want it to be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll fly beyond the storm clouds and we’ll watch from up above,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll cover you in rainbows as we feel each others’ love;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll shower in the stars at midnight in our special place,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll dry you with a comet’s tail and kiss your beaming face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamy drifting panorama, changing every day,&lt;br /&gt;Every night your loving smile will be my milky way,&lt;br /&gt;The moon will wane before us, sailing there in heaven’s height,&lt;br /&gt;For nothing else can challenge our love’s everlasting light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus shining on us, glowing soft at our devotion,&lt;br /&gt;Our daily drifting dalliance in love’s celestial ocean,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll write you lovers’ poetry, and you will be my muse,&lt;br /&gt;Orion and Andromeda will oversee our cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll sleep with clouds as pillows, maybe steal an angel’s wings,&lt;br /&gt;Then fly as magic lovebirds, or slide round Saturn’s rings,&lt;br /&gt;And should we tire of drifting and the stars all floating by,&lt;br /&gt;We’ll hook onto a meteor and soar across the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you consent to be my mate on our celestial ship?&lt;br /&gt;I’m ready, heart all packed with love, to last us for the trip,&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand and step aboard, we’re heading for the sun,&lt;br /&gt;We’re flying till we find the place where our two souls are one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Graeme King~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-3467062775918076842?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/3467062775918076842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=3467062775918076842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/3467062775918076842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/3467062775918076842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/02/i.html' title='Balloon'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RcviVL1PQWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/5X-faef50ho/s72-c/100_5966-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-826291957783762214</id><published>2007-02-05T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T12:27:16.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RcdlPFXXcOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/V4PohCsstm8/s1600-h/100_4735-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RcdlPFXXcOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/V4PohCsstm8/s320/100_4735-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028098818795073762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sweetness is left in life, if you take away friendship?  Robbing life of friendship is like robbing the world of the sun.  A true friend is more to be esteemed than kinsfolk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Marcus Tullius Cicero~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-826291957783762214?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/826291957783762214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=826291957783762214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/826291957783762214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/826291957783762214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/02/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7et80Pr_i-Q/RcdlPFXXcOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/V4PohCsstm8/s72-c/100_4735-%C2%A9+Trina+Drake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-117056627988135426</id><published>2007-02-04T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T00:39:01.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Squirrel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/160458/100_5869-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/463718/100_5869-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A squirrel leaping from bough to bough, and making the wood but one wide tree for his pleasure, fills the eye not less than a lion,—is beautiful, self-sufficing, and stands then and there for nature.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Ralph Waldo Emerson~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-117056627988135426?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/117056627988135426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=117056627988135426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/117056627988135426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/117056627988135426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/02/squirrel.html' title='A Squirrel'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-117039474682995547</id><published>2007-02-02T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T00:39:06.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/730398/100_4689-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/101302/100_4689-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it will seem to you that the sunshine is brighter and that everything has a new charm.  At least, I believe this is always the result of a deep love, and it is a beautiful thing. And I believe people who think love prevents one from thinking clearly are wrong; for then one thinks very clearly and is more active than before.  And love is something eternal--the aspect may change, but not the essence.  There is the same difference in a person before and after he is in love as there is in an unlighted lamp and one that is burning.  The lamp was there and it was a good lamp, but now it is shedding light too, and that is its real function.  And love makes one calmer about many things, and in that way, one is more fit for one's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Vincent van Gogh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-117039474682995547?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/117039474682995547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=117039474682995547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/117039474682995547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/117039474682995547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/02/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-117033412610120118</id><published>2007-02-01T07:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T08:14:21.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Determination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/372296/100_5651-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/487195/100_5651-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Ella Wheeler Wilcox~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-117033412610120118?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/117033412610120118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=117033412610120118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/117033412610120118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/117033412610120118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/02/determination.html' title='Determination'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-117016194737789577</id><published>2007-01-30T07:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T08:11:27.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deepest Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/358349/100_5489-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/978417/100_5489-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes our light goes out but is blown into flame by another human being. Each of us owes deepest thanks to those who have rekindled this light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Albert Schweitzer~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-117016194737789577?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/117016194737789577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=117016194737789577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/117016194737789577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/117016194737789577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/01/deepest-thanks.html' title='Deepest Thanks'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-117009489825668662</id><published>2007-01-29T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T13:31:07.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Sun or Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/21106/Opposition-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/299000/Opposition-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain, sun or snow, it makes no difference. I take what comes. You can't be a quitter - although I prefer the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Richard Cooper~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-117009489825668662?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/117009489825668662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=117009489825668662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/117009489825668662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/117009489825668662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/01/rain-sun-or-snow.html' title='Rain, Sun or Snow'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-117002061065127378</id><published>2007-01-28T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T16:52:17.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Love Can Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/135092/100_5487-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/197014/100_5487-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to me now&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your best friend for all the time&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the tissue for your tears&lt;br /&gt;I never want to be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never, never, never really thought that I could feel&lt;br /&gt;A feeling that awakened me so&lt;br /&gt;I was astray, not knowing where I belonged&lt;br /&gt;Living out of time, living out of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you've come and set me free&lt;br /&gt;Now that I know, what love can be&lt;br /&gt;All that I want is you with me&lt;br /&gt;That's all I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You allow me to be what I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for helping me&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be, I feel like a brightly shining star&lt;br /&gt;For only you to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me tight, hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you go&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now, hold me now&lt;br /&gt;Give me all your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I want&lt;br /&gt;Is for you to be with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Kingdom Come, lyrics~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-117002061065127378?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/117002061065127378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=117002061065127378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/117002061065127378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/117002061065127378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-love-can-be.html' title='What Love Can Be'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116992613201461691</id><published>2007-01-27T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T14:56:51.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Never Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/796921/100_4563-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/452958/100_4563-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know when someone&lt;br /&gt;May catch a dream from you.&lt;br /&gt;You never know when a little word,&lt;br /&gt;Or something you may do&lt;br /&gt;May open up a window&lt;br /&gt;Of the mind that seeks the light&lt;br /&gt;The way you live may not matter at all...&lt;br /&gt;But you never know - it might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just in case it could be&lt;br /&gt;That another's life, through you,&lt;br /&gt;Might possibly change for the better&lt;br /&gt;With a broader brighter view.&lt;br /&gt;It seems it might be worth a try&lt;br /&gt;At pointing the way to the right.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it may not matter at all,&lt;br /&gt;But then again it might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Author Unknown~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116992613201461691?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116992613201461691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116992613201461691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116992613201461691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116992613201461691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-never-know.html' title='You Never Know'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116983078004888079</id><published>2007-01-26T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T12:06:24.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/28386/100_5049-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/944050/100_5049-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is nature's Prozac. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Astrid Alauda~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116983078004888079?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116983078004888079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116983078004888079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116983078004888079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116983078004888079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/01/sun.html' title='The Sun'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116969729035575999</id><published>2007-01-24T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T22:59:20.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacredness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/362033/Fly%20Away-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/175415/Fly%20Away-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something opens our wings. &lt;br /&gt;Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. &lt;br /&gt;Someone fills the cup in front of us:&lt;br /&gt;We taste only sacredness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Rumi~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116969729035575999?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116969729035575999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116969729035575999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116969729035575999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116969729035575999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/01/sacredness.html' title='Sacredness'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116961274468590806</id><published>2007-01-23T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T23:25:44.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Your Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/784164/100_5070-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/310013/100_5070-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your light I learn how to love.&lt;br /&gt;In your beauty, how to make poems.&lt;br /&gt;You dance inside my chest,&lt;br /&gt;where no one sees you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Jalal ad-Din Rumi~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116961274468590806?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116961274468590806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116961274468590806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116961274468590806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116961274468590806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-your-light.html' title='In Your Light'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116947705942035397</id><published>2007-01-22T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T10:07:56.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Expect To Have...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/297142/Sugarcreek%20Sunset-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/197129/Sugarcreek%20Sunset-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect to have hope rekindled. Expect your prayers to be answered in wondrous ways. The dry seasons in life do not last. The spring rains will come again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Sarah Ban Breathnach~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116947705942035397?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116947705942035397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116947705942035397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116947705942035397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116947705942035397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/01/expect-to-have.html' title='Expect To Have...'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116942873462850730</id><published>2007-01-21T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T20:18:54.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/756218/Berlin%20Sunset-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/963892/Berlin%20Sunset-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordinary riches can be stolen: real riches cannot. In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Oscar Wilde~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116942873462850730?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116942873462850730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116942873462850730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116942873462850730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116942873462850730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/01/precious-things.html' title='Precious Things'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116918331770359013</id><published>2007-01-19T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T00:08:37.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Your Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/134928/100_5016-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/757882/100_5016-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your faith in all beautiful things; in the sun when it is hidden, in the Spring when it is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Roy R. Gilson~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116918331770359013?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116918331770359013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116918331770359013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116918331770359013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116918331770359013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/01/keep-your-faith.html' title='Keep Your Faith'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116907148509314304</id><published>2007-01-17T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T17:23:48.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You, Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/381613/100_5064-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/847479/100_5064-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never came to you, my friend,&lt;br /&gt;and went away without&lt;br /&gt;some new enrichment of the heart;&lt;br /&gt;More faith and less of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;more courage in the days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;And often in great need coming to you,&lt;br /&gt;I went away comforted indeed.&lt;br /&gt;How can I find the shining word,&lt;br /&gt;the glowing phrase that tells all that&lt;br /&gt;your love has meant to me,&lt;br /&gt;all that your friendship spells?&lt;br /&gt;There is no word, no phrase for&lt;br /&gt;you on whom I so depend.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say to you is this,&lt;br /&gt;God bless you precious friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Grace Noll Crowell~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116907148509314304?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116907148509314304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116907148509314304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116907148509314304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116907148509314304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/01/thank-you-friend.html' title='Thank You, Friend'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116892917663727041</id><published>2007-01-16T01:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T01:32:56.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/268369/100_4745-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/527969/100_4745-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't control my destiny,&lt;br /&gt;I trust my soul, My only goal is just to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only now, there's only here.&lt;br /&gt;Give in to love or live in fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No other path, no other way.&lt;br /&gt;No day but today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Johnathan Larson~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116892917663727041?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116892917663727041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116892917663727041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116892917663727041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116892917663727041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-destiny.html' title='My Destiny'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116881625188278527</id><published>2007-01-14T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T18:49:14.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest In Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/404741/At%20The%20Gates-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/201682/At%20The%20Gates-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In Memory of Noah David Sears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Death is not extinguishing the light; it is putting out the lamp because dawn has come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Rabrindranath Tagore~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116881625188278527?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116881625188278527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116881625188278527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116881625188278527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116881625188278527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/01/rest-in-peace.html' title='Rest In Peace'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116867229464204240</id><published>2007-01-13T02:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T02:11:34.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness Comes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/139241/Hosta-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/54087/Hosta-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness comes of the capacity to feel deeply, to enjoy simply, to think freely, to risk life, to be needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Storm Jameson~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116867229464204240?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116867229464204240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116867229464204240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116867229464204240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116867229464204240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/01/happiness-comes.html' title='Happiness Comes...'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116863591326095423</id><published>2007-01-12T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T16:16:49.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/124682/100_4672-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/918268/100_4672-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Maya Angelou~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116863591326095423?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116863591326095423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116863591326095423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116863591326095423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116863591326095423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/01/ive-learned.html' title='I&apos;ve Learned'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116852850414970369</id><published>2007-01-11T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T16:45:39.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Years Ago Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b158/SmileyTD/Milina-TrinaDrake.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b158/SmileyTD/Milina-TrinaDrake.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can give your son or daughter only one gift, let it be enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Bruce Barton~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116852850414970369?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116852850414970369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116852850414970369' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116852850414970369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116852850414970369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/01/12-years-ago-today.html' title='12 Years Ago Today...'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116851899561639940</id><published>2007-01-11T07:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T08:38:35.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Important Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/833583/In%20The%20Sun2-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/218271/In%20The%20Sun2-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important things are the hardest things to say.  They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them -- words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out.  But it's more than that, isn't it?  The most important things lie too close to wherever you're secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away.  And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it.  That's the worst I think.  When the secret stays locked within not for a want of a teller but for an ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Stephen King~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116851899561639940?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116851899561639940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116851899561639940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116851899561639940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116851899561639940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/01/most-important-things.html' title='The Most Important Things'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116844346751290928</id><published>2007-01-10T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T10:37:47.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/861905/Color-%3F%3FTrina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/792242/Color-%3F%3FTrina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours&lt;br /&gt;For one lone soul another lonely soul,&lt;br /&gt;Each choosing each through all the weary hours,&lt;br /&gt;And meeting strangely at one sudden goal,&lt;br /&gt;Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers.&lt;br /&gt;Into one beautiful perfect whole;&lt;br /&gt;And life's long night is ended, and the way&lt;br /&gt;Lies open onward to eternal day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Edwin Arnold~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116844346751290928?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116844346751290928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116844346751290928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116844346751290928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116844346751290928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/01/somewhere.html' title='Somewhere...'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116834672624536753</id><published>2007-01-09T07:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T07:45:26.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/939766/Inspiration-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/644285/Inspiration-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a youth said, Speak to us of Friendship.&lt;br /&gt;And he answered, saying:&lt;br /&gt;Your friend is your needs answered.&lt;br /&gt;He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;And he is your board and your fireside.&lt;br /&gt;For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own&lt;br /&gt;mind, nor do you withhold the "ay".&lt;br /&gt;And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;&lt;br /&gt;For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all&lt;br /&gt;expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;When you part from your friend, you grieve not;&lt;br /&gt;For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as&lt;br /&gt;the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.&lt;br /&gt;And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not&lt;br /&gt;love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let your best be for your friend.&lt;br /&gt;If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know the flood also.&lt;br /&gt;For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?&lt;br /&gt;Seek him always with hours to live.&lt;br /&gt;For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Kahlil Gibran, excerpted from "The Prophet"~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116834672624536753?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116834672624536753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116834672624536753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116834672624536753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116834672624536753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/01/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116826914920896022</id><published>2007-01-08T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T10:20:10.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Wish To Be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/529086/To%20Be%20Young%20Again-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/18000/To%20Be%20Young%20Again-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to be everything to everyone, but I would like to be something to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Javan~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116826914920896022?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116826914920896022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116826914920896022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116826914920896022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116826914920896022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dont-wish-to-be.html' title='I Don&apos;t Wish To Be...'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116819805650229602</id><published>2007-01-07T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T14:35:22.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Life Fully</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/838143/100_1140-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/145780/100_1140-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live life fully while you're here.  Experience everything.  Take care of yourself and your friends. Have fun, be crazy, be weird.  Go out and screw up! You're going to anyway, so you might as well enjoy the process.  Take the opportunity to learn from your mistakes: find the cause of your problem and eliminate it.  Don't try to be perfect; just be an excellent example of being human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Anthony Robbins~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116819805650229602?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116819805650229602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116819805650229602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116819805650229602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116819805650229602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/01/live-life-fully.html' title='Live Life Fully'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116802539375711029</id><published>2007-01-05T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T14:34:02.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From "The Hidden Power of the Heart"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/347118/100_1661-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/903161/100_1661-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the heart is enlivened again, it feels like the sun coming out after a week of rainy days. There is hope in the heart that chases the clouds away. Hope is a higher heart frequency and as you begin to reconnect with your heart, hope is waiting to show you new possibilities and arrest the downward spiral of grief and loneliness. It becomes a matter of how soon you want the sun to shine. Listening to the still, small voice in your heart will make hope into a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Sara Paddison~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116802539375711029?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116802539375711029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116802539375711029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116802539375711029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116802539375711029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-hidden-power-of-heart.html' title='From &quot;The Hidden Power of the Heart&quot;'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116793020406434143</id><published>2007-01-04T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T12:03:24.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/971933/Kaleidescope%20of%20Blackberries-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/125695/Kaleidescope%20of%20Blackberries-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All The Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas&lt;br /&gt;Layin' In The Sun,&lt;br /&gt;Talkin' 'Bout The Things&lt;br /&gt;They Woulda-Coulda-Shoulda Done...&lt;br /&gt;But All Those Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas&lt;br /&gt;All Ran Away And Hid&lt;br /&gt;From One Little Did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Shel Silverstein~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116793020406434143?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116793020406434143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116793020406434143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116793020406434143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116793020406434143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/01/woulda-coulda-shouldas.html' title='The Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116783314166645152</id><published>2007-01-03T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T09:05:41.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Must Have...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/978474/100_3364-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/995070/100_3364-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just living is not enough.   One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Hans Christian Anderson~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116783314166645152?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116783314166645152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116783314166645152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116783314166645152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116783314166645152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-must-have.html' title='One Must Have...'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116774999273275831</id><published>2007-01-02T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T10:07:31.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/797242/100_4265-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/883045/100_4265-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we become uncomfortable in any given moment, we can look at a flower, a pebble in the street or the tire on our car and be grateful.  We can gaze at a person in the distance or at a cloud in the sky and be appreciative.   We can smile at a stranger, hug someone we know or tidy a disorganized shelf and be thankful for the opportunity.   If we choose gratitude, we will be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Barry Neil Kaufman~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116774999273275831?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116774999273275831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116774999273275831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116774999273275831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116774999273275831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/01/choose-gratitude.html' title='Choose Gratitude'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116768445766306165</id><published>2007-01-01T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T15:56:38.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am The Decisive Element</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/541076/100_4108-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/100433/100_4108-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the frightening conclusion that I am the decisive element.  It is my personal approach that creates the climate.  It is my daily mood that makes the weather. I  possess tremendous power to make life miserable or joyous.  I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration, I can humiliate or humor, hurt or heal.  In all situations, it is my response that decides whether a crisis is escalated or de-escalated, and a person is humanized or de-humanized.  If we treat people as they are, we make them worse.  If we treat people as they ought to be, we help them become what they are capable of becoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Goethe~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116768445766306165?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116768445766306165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116768445766306165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116768445766306165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116768445766306165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-decisive-element.html' title='I Am The Decisive Element'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116760705540622393</id><published>2006-12-31T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T16:02:57.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/723109/100_4577-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/132573/100_4577-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are years that ask questions, and years that answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Zora Neale Hurston~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116760705540622393?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116760705540622393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116760705540622393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116760705540622393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116760705540622393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116746023784604068</id><published>2006-12-30T01:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T01:30:37.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/409743/100_4537-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/673786/100_4537-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can keep your head when all about you&lt;br /&gt;Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,&lt;br /&gt;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,&lt;br /&gt;But make allowance for their doubting too;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,&lt;br /&gt;Or being hated, don't give way to hating,&lt;br /&gt;And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;&lt;br /&gt;If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;&lt;br /&gt;If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster&lt;br /&gt;And treat those two impostors just the same;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken&lt;br /&gt;Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,&lt;br /&gt;Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,&lt;br /&gt;And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can make one heap of all your winnings&lt;br /&gt;And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,&lt;br /&gt;And lose, and start again at your beginnings&lt;br /&gt;And never breathe a word about your loss;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew&lt;br /&gt;To serve your turn long after they are gone,&lt;br /&gt;And so hold on when there is nothing in you&lt;br /&gt;Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,&lt;br /&gt;Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,&lt;br /&gt;If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;If all men count with you, but none too much;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can fill the unforgiving minute&lt;br /&gt;With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -&lt;br /&gt;Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,&lt;br /&gt;And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Rudyard Kipling~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116746023784604068?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116746023784604068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116746023784604068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116746023784604068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116746023784604068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2006/12/if.html' title='If'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116741236697465706</id><published>2006-12-29T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T12:24:45.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Certainty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/25684/100_4568-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/792628/100_4568-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have approximate answers and possible beliefs and different degrees of certainty about different things, but I'm not absolutely sure of anything, and many things I don't know anything about, such as whether it means anything to ask why we're here, and what the question might mean.  I might think about it a little bit, but if I can't figure it out, then I go on to something else.  But I don't have to know an answer....  I don't feel frightened by not knowing things, by being lost in the mysterious universe without having any purpose, which is the way it really is, as far as I can tell, possibly.  It doesn't frighten me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Richard Phillips Feynman~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116741236697465706?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116741236697465706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116741236697465706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116741236697465706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116741236697465706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2006/12/certainty.html' title='Certainty'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116727595260016326</id><published>2006-12-27T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T22:25:16.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone Needs Someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/519143/100_4522-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/751774/100_4522-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People need people and friends need friends&lt;br /&gt;And we all need love for a full life depends&lt;br /&gt;Not on vast riches or great acclaim,&lt;br /&gt;Not on success or on worldly fame,&lt;br /&gt;But just in knowing that someone cares&lt;br /&gt;And holds us close in their thoughts and prayers-&lt;br /&gt;For only the knowledge that we're understood&lt;br /&gt;Makes everyday living feel wonderfully good,&lt;br /&gt;And we rob ourselves of life's greatest need&lt;br /&gt;When we "lock up our hearts" and fail to heed&lt;br /&gt;The outstretched hand reaching to find&lt;br /&gt;A kindred spirit whose heart and mind&lt;br /&gt;Are lonely and longing to somehow share&lt;br /&gt;Our joys and sorrows and to make us aware&lt;br /&gt;That life's completeness and richness depends&lt;br /&gt;On the things we share with our loved ones and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Helen Steiner Rice~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116727595260016326?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116727595260016326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116727595260016326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116727595260016326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116727595260016326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2006/12/everyone-needs-someone.html' title='Everyone Needs Someone'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116720300017324994</id><published>2006-12-27T01:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T02:10:45.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/17678/100_4468-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/954746/100_4468-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that a little love goes a long way.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that a lot... goes forever.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that friendship is a wise investment.&lt;br /&gt;Life's treasures are people... together.&lt;br /&gt;Realize that it's never too late.&lt;br /&gt;Do ordinary things in an extraordinary way.&lt;br /&gt;Have health and hope and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Take the time to wish upon a star.&lt;br /&gt;And don't ever forget... for even a day...&lt;br /&gt;How very special you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Douglas Pagels~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116720300017324994?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116720300017324994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116720300017324994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116720300017324994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116720300017324994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2006/12/remember.html' title='Remember'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116715784101638575</id><published>2006-12-26T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T16:32:11.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heart Prefers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/635217/100_4300-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/914791/100_4300-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart prefers to move against the grain of circumstance; perversity is the soul's very life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© John Updike~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116715784101638575?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116715784101638575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116715784101638575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116715784101638575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116715784101638575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2006/12/heart-prefers.html' title='The Heart Prefers...'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116706884414097617</id><published>2006-12-25T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T13:18:58.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sense Of Humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/384107/Me-2%20Months%20Old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/715665/Me-2%20Months%20Old.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody says you must laugh, but a sense of humor can help you overlook the unattractive, tolerate the unpleasant, cope with the unexpected, and smile through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Ann Landers~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116706884414097617?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116706884414097617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116706884414097617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116706884414097617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116706884414097617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2006/12/sense-of-humor.html' title='A Sense Of Humor'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116706689768755412</id><published>2006-12-25T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T12:20:35.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift Of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/579362/100_4478-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/913498/100_4478-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is the one day of the year&lt;br /&gt;that carries real hope and promise for all mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It carries the torch of brotherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the one day in the year when most of us&lt;br /&gt;grow big of heart and broad of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the single day when most of us&lt;br /&gt;are as kind and as thoughtful of others&lt;br /&gt;as we know how to be;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When most of us are as gracious and generous&lt;br /&gt;as we would like always to be;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the joy of home is more important&lt;br /&gt;than the profits of the office;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When peoples of all races speak cheerfully&lt;br /&gt;to each other when they meet;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When high and low wish each other well;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the one day when even enemies forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Edgar Guest~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116706689768755412?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116706689768755412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116706689768755412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116706689768755412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116706689768755412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2006/12/gift-of-christmas.html' title='The Gift Of Christmas'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116697639795594361</id><published>2006-12-24T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:06:37.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Every Day Be Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/909431/He%27s%20Got%20My%20Back-resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/824496/He%27s%20Got%20My%20Back-resized.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is forever, not for just one day,&lt;br /&gt;for loving, sharing, giving, are not to put away&lt;br /&gt;like bells and lights and tinsel, in some box upon a shelf.&lt;br /&gt;The good you do for others is good you do yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Norman W. Brooks~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116697639795594361?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116697639795594361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116697639795594361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116697639795594361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116697639795594361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2006/12/let-every-day-be-christmas.html' title='Let Every Day Be Christmas'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116688898399349745</id><published>2006-12-23T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T11:16:19.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Sure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/549569/100_4321-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/478859/100_4321-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am sure that I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round... as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116688898399349745?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116688898399349745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116688898399349745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116688898399349745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116688898399349745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-sure.html' title='I Am Sure'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116679471762082392</id><published>2006-12-22T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T09:24:26.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge to Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/113920/100_4288-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/430033/100_4288-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, Winter! Blow!&lt;br /&gt;Your winds, with all their chill,&lt;br /&gt;Do not scare me.&lt;br /&gt;The power in your frost&lt;br /&gt;Burns hot, impossibly, in my flesh.&lt;br /&gt;I do not fear you, Winter,&lt;br /&gt;For your might may thaw&lt;br /&gt;Under the glow of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© James Grengs~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116679471762082392?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116679471762082392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116679471762082392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116679471762082392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116679471762082392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2006/12/challenge-to-winter.html' title='Challenge to Winter'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116668058920648846</id><published>2006-12-21T00:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T01:20:18.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Moments...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/83024/Christmas%20Light%20Filament-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/170117/Christmas%20Light%20Filament-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion&lt;br /&gt;That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble&lt;br /&gt;Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret,&lt;br /&gt;Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116668058920648846?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116668058920648846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116668058920648846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116668058920648846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116668058920648846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2006/12/those-moments.html' title='Those Moments...'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116662170926144749</id><published>2006-12-20T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T08:35:09.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/146427/Amy%20Andy%20Jeff%20and%20Me%20Wallpaper-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/670509/Amy%20Andy%20Jeff%20and%20Me%20Wallpaper-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas - that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so intangible that it is like a fragrance. It may weave a spell of nostalgia. Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer, but always it will be a day of remembrance - a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Augusta E. Rundel~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116662170926144749?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116662170926144749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116662170926144749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116662170926144749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116662170926144749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2006/12/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116649229223244312</id><published>2006-12-18T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:08:17.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't It Funny...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/219011/102_1245-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/638544/102_1245-%3F%3F%20Trina%20Drake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny that at Christmas something in you gets so lonely for - I don't know what exactly, but it's something that you don't mind so much not having at other times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Kate L. Bosher~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116649229223244312?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116649229223244312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116649229223244312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116649229223244312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116649229223244312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2006/12/isnt-it-funny.html' title='Isn&apos;t It Funny...'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19213904.post-116637018086077314</id><published>2006-12-17T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T10:46:10.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Hearts Grow Tender...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/1600/115859/Me%20Grandpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5328/1897/320/533758/Me%20Grandpa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~© Laura Ingalls Wilder~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19213904-116637018086077314?l=smileytd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/feeds/116637018086077314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19213904&amp;postID=116637018086077314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116637018086077314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19213904/posts/default/116637018086077314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileytd.blogspot.com/2006/12/our-hearts-grow-tender.html' title='Our Hearts Grow Tender...'/><author><name>SmileyTD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279185134120476035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/1141340491_44393dd82f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
