<?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-7042461174356697981</id><updated>2012-01-31T02:24:22.668Z</updated><category term='Quote'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Inspirational Article'/><category term='Invitation'/><category term='Stories'/><category term='Inspirational Story'/><category term='Interview'/><category term='Conversation'/><title type='text'>Jolita Kelias</title><subtitle type='html'>JOLITA KELIAS - Independent Journalist/ Writer/ Author</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-7809179780553407315</id><published>2012-01-31T02:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-31T02:24:22.675Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>King Arthur and the Witch</title><summary type='text'>
Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighbouring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him but was moved by Arthur's youth and ideals. So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer and, if after a year, he still had no answer, he would be put to death.

The question?.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/7809179780553407315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2012/01/king-arthur-and-witch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/7809179780553407315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/7809179780553407315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2012/01/king-arthur-and-witch.html' title='King Arthur and the Witch'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RNqUY7Dyihc/TydQeihAUxI/AAAAAAAABXw/yjqQdnVoprM/s72-c/violet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-268873429054372423</id><published>2012-01-28T23:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:42:56.390Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Invitation'/><title type='text'>I AM HERE TO PRESENT...YOU ;-)</title><summary type='text'>Dear All,

I have got an idea... :-) I would like to get to know and present to  you at least one talented character/ artist/ person once a month. There  are no limits put on the age or cultural or social status or skin colour  or language or....

I would like to Invite you to share your  Gifts with me whether it has to do with singing, writing, painting,  drawing, music composing, dancing, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/268873429054372423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-here-to-presentyou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/268873429054372423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/268873429054372423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-here-to-presentyou.html' title='I AM HERE TO PRESENT...YOU ;-)'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kXsrvgt-rBc/TySHgH9GDpI/AAAAAAAABXo/Myzxpy_Dg7M/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-7868820728265787271</id><published>2012-01-25T16:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-28T22:38:19.810Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>The Parable of THE LITTLE SOULD AND THE SUN</title><summary type='text'>
There once was a soul who knew itself to be the light. this was a new soul, and so, anxious for experience. "I am the light," it said. "I am the light." Yet all the knowing of it and all the saying of it could not substitute for the experience of it. And in the realm from which this soul emerged, there was nothing but the light. Every soul was grand, every soul was magnificent, and every soul </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/7868820728265787271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2012/01/parable-of-little-sould-and-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/7868820728265787271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/7868820728265787271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2012/01/parable-of-little-sould-and-sun.html' title='The Parable of THE LITTLE SOULD AND THE SUN'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EBjrWNRFT58/TyAjaSkaSWI/AAAAAAAABXQ/MyAZR2bPlQo/s72-c/child+eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-4359712528437641875</id><published>2012-01-24T19:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-24T19:00:01.061Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Story'/><title type='text'>MENDING THE OLD WITH THE NEW (the End) by Connie Westfall</title><summary type='text'>Continuation...
We sat together for the remainder of the classes. She told me she was a therapist, it was evident we shared many of the same beliefs, she told me about a monthly metaphysical meeting held on Saturdays at The Factory at Franklin. She was long-time friends with the developer who had bought the old stove works manufacturing company and turned it into a unique shopping mall comprised </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/4359712528437641875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2012/01/mending-old-with-new-end-by-connie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/4359712528437641875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/4359712528437641875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2012/01/mending-old-with-new-end-by-connie.html' title='MENDING THE OLD WITH THE NEW (the End) by Connie Westfall'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JuPXUwvAJAI/Tx76rfsVRlI/AAAAAAAABU4/vWPIHO_qmTY/s72-c/magic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-4362780683107487649</id><published>2012-01-20T19:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-20T19:54:32.504Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Story'/><title type='text'>MENDING THE OLD WITH THE NEW (part 2) by Connie Westfall</title><summary type='text'>Continuation...


I walked on sacred land, prayed, and experienced deep, mystical meditations. My friends and I shared in ceremony, experienced the supernatural, practiced the gratitude principle, walked the beauty way and explored many paths to enlightenment. Although I had little in the way of material things, I was content, happy and at peace. I was weaving the dream.
During this time while </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/4362780683107487649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2012/01/mending-old-with-new-part-2-by-connie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/4362780683107487649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/4362780683107487649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2012/01/mending-old-with-new-part-2-by-connie.html' title='MENDING THE OLD WITH THE NEW (part 2) by Connie Westfall'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lsuk56R39ZU/Txm7uCpxwuI/AAAAAAAABS4/GAbaw41ZfeU/s72-c/woman-bubles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-4724772568019253285</id><published>2012-01-12T19:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-12T19:59:59.873Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Story'/><title type='text'>MENDING THE OLD WITH THE NEW (part 1) by Connie Westfall</title><summary type='text'>
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A journey through time is the warp of the tapestry of life; experience the weft, belief the weave. With each pull on the shuttle, each motion of the treadle, the pattern is revealed and the tapestry takes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/4724772568019253285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2012/01/mending-old-with-new-part-1-by-connie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/4724772568019253285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/4724772568019253285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2012/01/mending-old-with-new-part-1-by-connie.html' title='MENDING THE OLD WITH THE NEW (part 1) by Connie Westfall'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cUbqaT1Y-Mg/Tw827MmxXnI/AAAAAAAABQ4/Q_fpP7t4K30/s72-c/atvaizdas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-3067297831168222803</id><published>2012-01-08T19:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-09T19:23:45.769Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Article'/><title type='text'>ROMANCING OMAN by Jolita Kelias</title><summary type='text'>
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Desert, Muscat, Oman
Once I asked Life to surround me with loving, genuine, kind people who were open to show and spread that love and kindness without any hesitation. And life seemed to hear my prayer.  
The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/3067297831168222803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2012/01/romancing-oman-by-jolita-kelias.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/3067297831168222803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/3067297831168222803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2012/01/romancing-oman-by-jolita-kelias.html' title='ROMANCING OMAN by Jolita Kelias'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vdcnt8fO6-4/TwkfRts-nyI/AAAAAAAABMQ/GW9Ba9T64b0/s72-c/DSC08434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-2356001211665181394</id><published>2012-01-05T12:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-05T12:17:57.798Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>FIGHT FOR YOUR WOMAN by Jolita Kelias</title><summary type='text'>
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Fight for your woman.Fight for what you invited into your life.Fight for the Love you have been given and shared.You might made mistakes in the past,you might took her for granted,you might blamed and felt hatred,you might suffered and your heart ached for not being able to let go of the past,of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/2356001211665181394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2012/01/fight-for-your-woman-by-jolita-kelias.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/2356001211665181394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/2356001211665181394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2012/01/fight-for-your-woman-by-jolita-kelias.html' title='FIGHT FOR YOUR WOMAN by Jolita Kelias'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hXOL5bH_ctk/TwWUhWLoTEI/AAAAAAAABL8/RVf4pFH6G5c/s72-c/human.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-1841696416364249706</id><published>2011-12-31T03:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-31T03:39:09.425Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interview'/><title type='text'>INTERVIEW with KEVIN JOHN - Online Marketing Strategist and Coach</title><summary type='text'>
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Due to the work that I do I get to know a wide variety of inspirational people who hold a huge potential within who they are, what they express into the outer world and how they deal with the day-to-day living. Not always I meet them in person, but nowadays it is not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/1841696416364249706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/12/interview-with-kevin-john-online.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/1841696416364249706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/1841696416364249706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/12/interview-with-kevin-john-online.html' title='INTERVIEW with KEVIN JOHN - Online Marketing Strategist and Coach'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FA6TNq_KXEo/Tv58KQmgdoI/AAAAAAAABLw/qhTlhdL6q0g/s72-c/kevin-john.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-8205304775761756477</id><published>2011-12-29T15:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-29T16:26:53.286Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Article'/><title type='text'>THE WAY OF THE WIZARD - Lesson 15 (Deepak Chopra)</title><summary type='text'> To the extent you know love, you become love.

       Love is more than an emotion. It is a force of
       nature and therefore must contain truth.

       When you say the word love, you may catch the
       feeling, but the essence cannot be spoken.

       The purest love lies where it is least expected
       --in unattachment." "The purest knight to serve Arthur was Galahad, yet he had in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/8205304775761756477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/12/way-of-wizard-lesson-15-deepak-chopra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/8205304775761756477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/8205304775761756477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/12/way-of-wizard-lesson-15-deepak-chopra.html' title='THE WAY OF THE WIZARD - Lesson 15 (Deepak Chopra)'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hCdUPN96XYM/TvyDXIpb3yI/AAAAAAAABJ4/_YPeho6jYW8/s72-c/love+always.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-6545395864164081726</id><published>2011-12-28T02:55:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-28T02:56:00.966Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Story'/><title type='text'>A WRONG CHOICE by Lavinia Kaufmann</title><summary type='text'>
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I was eighteen years old, freshly separated and quite traumatized by my previous relationship. My mom never said things like ‘I told you so’, even though I knew that it was exactly what she was eager to do. She knew that the person I was dating previously was not right for me.
At the beginning of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/6545395864164081726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/12/wrong-choice-by-lavinia-kaufmann.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/6545395864164081726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/6545395864164081726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/12/wrong-choice-by-lavinia-kaufmann.html' title='A WRONG CHOICE by Lavinia Kaufmann'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O-srC4MQsLA/TvqCA402e6I/AAAAAAAABIk/L742mfNZnmU/s72-c/feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-766841141260093683</id><published>2011-12-23T04:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-27T21:10:05.456Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Story'/><title type='text'>A Glimse into a Life of Author MARGARET COWIE</title><summary type='text'>
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 A glimpse into my life and what I’ve done with it after suffering significant, debilitating, loss of a great love.

I was born into the military life. My father was a US Army soldier. We were poor, but didn't know it. None of the “enlisted” military families had much when I was younger. We had the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/766841141260093683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/12/glimse-into-life-of-author-margaret.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/766841141260093683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/766841141260093683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/12/glimse-into-life-of-author-margaret.html' title='A Glimse into a Life of Author MARGARET COWIE'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0LwiSLOK9nw/TvP3tAXhwKI/AAAAAAAABD4/B-rtmBYHt9g/s72-c/Margaret+Cowie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-5923697558680924831</id><published>2011-12-21T23:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-21T23:35:59.763Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Story'/><title type='text'>A SEARCH FOR HAPPINESS by Saurabh Singh</title><summary type='text'>
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I was born in a small town of India called Aligarh on Sept 1988. Till the age of five I lived with my parents. They took great care of me, especially my mother, who always wanted to give me all the joys of her motherly love and this world. She was a school teacher working for the Indian government </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/5923697558680924831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/12/search-for-happiness-by-saurabh-singh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/5923697558680924831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/5923697558680924831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/12/search-for-happiness-by-saurabh-singh.html' title='A SEARCH FOR HAPPINESS by Saurabh Singh'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_1g-KL0-A/TvJlSb0PdKI/AAAAAAAABAI/Hudr5KedBHw/s72-c/path.....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-2993586384964543938</id><published>2011-12-19T19:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-20T12:17:52.367Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Article'/><title type='text'>SERGEJ MASKO an Unassuming Talented Photographer...</title><summary type='text'>I feel a great need to spread a message about one particular person in whom I see a great potential in the field of photography. Just a couple of weeks ago he did a photo-shoot of me at an extremely short notice. We met next to the Lancaster Gate station and proceeded at the Kensington park in London. In a few days I had to travel to South America and the only day we both could make time to meet </summary><link rel='related' href='https://www.facebook.com/sergej.masko' title='SERGEJ MASKO an Unassuming Talented Photographer...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/2993586384964543938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/12/sergej-masko-unassuming-talented.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/2993586384964543938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/2993586384964543938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/12/sergej-masko-unassuming-talented.html' title='SERGEJ MASKO an Unassuming Talented Photographer...'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SsqYijGKMaI/Tu-O7yQc3aI/AAAAAAAAA-o/nosZByHgdVw/s72-c/Sergej+Masko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-2369242631394616653</id><published>2011-12-15T02:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-15T02:31:19.307Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Story'/><title type='text'>MOTHER'S CURSE TO CHILD'S BLISS by Shellie Croft</title><summary type='text'>
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The last time she abused me, my mother screamed the “Mother’s Curse” at me while pinning me up against the wall with one hand and punching me with the other. This was not the first time my mother had threatened me with words meant to frighten, as well as for the purpose of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/2369242631394616653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/12/mothers-curse-to-childs-bliss-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/2369242631394616653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/2369242631394616653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/12/mothers-curse-to-childs-bliss-by.html' title='MOTHER&apos;S CURSE TO CHILD&apos;S BLISS by Shellie Croft'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g99RAmq-nuA/TulXzKlb1MI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/LgaAjc9wpng/s72-c/imerge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-5992307583472563969</id><published>2011-12-09T19:43:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-12-10T21:56:55.642Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Article'/><title type='text'>INTERESTING OCCURRENCES... by Jolita Kelias</title><summary type='text'>
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I have arrived to Buenos Aires, Argentina on Saturday 3rd December 2011. I came here to experience a new way of life, to learn and grow as a person, to begin a new phaze in my life, to face another challenge... 

To move around the capital of Buenos Aires for me alone is not as easy as I would like it to be, for I know so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/5992307583472563969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/12/interesting-occurrences-by-jolita.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/5992307583472563969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/5992307583472563969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/12/interesting-occurrences-by-jolita.html' title='INTERESTING OCCURRENCES... by Jolita Kelias'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QnItSlHsHY8/TuJihbI7ohI/AAAAAAAAA8o/3TDJAMctqXU/s72-c/hopes+and+dreams....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-6407120941487106591</id><published>2011-11-21T23:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-21T23:40:55.380Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Story'/><title type='text'>I MAPPED MY JOURNEYS by Jolita Kelias</title><summary type='text'>
I was born to travel. Nothing ever excited me more than the idea of travelling and actually packing my stuff and going away, but even then it was always sweet to have a place to come back to and call it Home.
At the beginning I lived like this only in my mind mapping my journeys around the world. I grew up in a financially poor family, where my mother as a single parent struggled day-to-day to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/6407120941487106591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-mapped-my-journeys-by-jolita-kelias.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/6407120941487106591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/6407120941487106591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-mapped-my-journeys-by-jolita-kelias.html' title='I MAPPED MY JOURNEYS by Jolita Kelias'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rXoeu8oL9TM/TsrcKmMoujI/AAAAAAAAA5o/8DnM9O9W4Ek/s72-c/me+travelling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-6497171289210314265</id><published>2011-11-15T00:16:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-15T10:57:21.017Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversation'/><title type='text'>MOHANJI – The Path of His Heart</title><summary type='text'>

While Mohanji and I were strolling on Tower Bridge by the river Thames in London, he said the words that to this moment still echo in my ears. He said: “Jolita, our path of the heart is very simple and complex at the same time. We belong to people, we belong to the world. For as long as we follow this path, no storms and no hardships can change our direction. Just keep moving no matter what, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/6497171289210314265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/11/mohanji-path-of-his-heart.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/6497171289210314265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/6497171289210314265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/11/mohanji-path-of-his-heart.html' title='MOHANJI – The Path of His Heart'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GsBdj9eAA5Q/TsGllylajtI/AAAAAAAAA4I/H8r2MM95qtg/s72-c/P1000089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-7531889805654026576</id><published>2011-11-13T02:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-16T00:48:09.358Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversation'/><title type='text'>CONVERSATION with JOE DANIELS – a Passionate Climber, Mountaineer, Walker, Adventurer and Lover of the stars</title><summary type='text'>On Jebal Shams inside the mouth of Grand Canyon, Oman
Sometimes you get to meet the most inspirational people in the most unexpected places. It all begins with you and it all depends on you being able to grasp that opportunity, to catch it and make the most of it. If you are here to inspire with the help of other people, then chances of meeting someone interesting may arise unexpectedly anywhere </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/7531889805654026576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/11/conversation-with-joe-daniels.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/7531889805654026576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/7531889805654026576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/11/conversation-with-joe-daniels.html' title='CONVERSATION with JOE DANIELS – a Passionate Climber, Mountaineer, Walker, Adventurer and Lover of the stars'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6P0_tmVwDsA/Tr6k1jb52fI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/OgjBRHA0lJI/s72-c/On+a+via+ferrata+on+%2527Jebal+Shams%2527+inside+the+mouth+of+the+Grand+Canyon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-3511187561499384648</id><published>2011-11-12T01:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-12T01:59:41.252Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Story'/><title type='text'>Prince on the White Horse – A Different Tale by BIBA (Part 3 - The END)</title><summary type='text'>
Continuation...
Mohanji's response was profound and surprising as always – he already knew everything!!! He said that he is fully aware of my past already because my soul came to him the other night and narrated everything. I was shocked and thought to myself – "What?! My soul went to him and 'spilled the beans' behind my back?! Unheard of!" That was another thing I never knew was possible.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/3511187561499384648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/11/prince-on-white-horse-different-tale-by_12.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/3511187561499384648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/3511187561499384648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/11/prince-on-white-horse-different-tale-by_12.html' title='Prince on the White Horse – A Different Tale by BIBA (Part 3 - The END)'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9nIiIKqCPrY/Tr3O98hGKSI/AAAAAAAAA0g/YJu5rV7bBDk/s72-c/colours.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-5898716303908230725</id><published>2011-11-03T01:51:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-12-19T16:15:05.776Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Story'/><title type='text'>Prince on the White Horse – A Different Tale by Biba (Part 2)</title><summary type='text'>Continuation...


A few blissful days passed by and I could not get enough of the fun-filled self-learning that each experience in Baba's energy field enriched me with. All the experiences confirmed to my still doubting mind that Baba knew every thought of mine and was there to guide me, cleanse me and eradicate all the "viruses" from my “inner software" that were slowing me down, preventing me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/5898716303908230725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/11/prince-on-white-horse-different-tale-by.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/5898716303908230725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/5898716303908230725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/11/prince-on-white-horse-different-tale-by.html' title='Prince on the White Horse – A Different Tale by Biba (Part 2)'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-68pH82dIN_w/TrHl-IP34XI/AAAAAAAAAyI/12aCXHDFkmc/s72-c/colours.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-6451624922536842149</id><published>2011-10-31T01:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-10-31T12:08:25.874Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>WHEN THINGS CHANGE by Jolita Kelias</title><summary type='text'>“Sometimes I stand still and wonder why the things in life change,” an awakening soul wondered.
“Because some part of you changes,” the inner voice answered.
“No no no… I am not talking about myself. I am talking about various unexpected situations in life when things change, when certain unpredicted turns happen, when suddenly you get hit hard with the bat straight to the centre of your head. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/6451624922536842149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-things-change-by-jolita-kelias.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/6451624922536842149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/6451624922536842149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-things-change-by-jolita-kelias.html' title='WHEN THINGS CHANGE by Jolita Kelias'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XeOs30virTs/Tq38vkBZNVI/AAAAAAAAAxY/PEgJEMxIM7g/s72-c/blue+angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-5689058107804072238</id><published>2011-10-25T23:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T23:46:56.468+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Story'/><title type='text'>Prince on the White Horse – A Different Tale by Biba (Part 1)</title><summary type='text'>
"The whole Universe is you. The whole Universe is within you. The father and mother principle are within you. The male and female, the creator, enjoyer and destroyer aspects are also within you. You are manifesting those realities that you wanted to enjoy and not wanted to enjoy through the love and hate mechanisms inside you.  
What you resist will persist. Through resisting you are affirming a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/5689058107804072238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/10/prince-on-white-horse-different-tale-by.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/5689058107804072238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/5689058107804072238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/10/prince-on-white-horse-different-tale-by.html' title='Prince on the White Horse – A Different Tale by Biba (Part 1)'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eRWkkqMhIJE/Tqc4zfJ4FNI/AAAAAAAAAvY/-B05PtHT-HU/s72-c/walking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-1799331708761084803</id><published>2011-10-14T00:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T10:16:27.314+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interview'/><title type='text'>INTERVIEW with the Writer DAVID STEPHENS – Driven by the Desire to Succeed</title><summary type='text'>

“I have a burning desire to succeed in whatever I do. Once I’ve made a decision I run with it without hesitation, without second thoughts, without regrets and without doubts. I just push forward, bulldozing everything that gets in my way.” ~David Stephens

One day I was talking to a good friend of mine, Paul Mould, who is also a book publisher and he mentioned a new writer he’d recently started</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.davidstephens.info' title='INTERVIEW with the Writer DAVID STEPHENS – Driven by the Desire to Succeed'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/1799331708761084803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/10/interview-with-writer-david-stephens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/1799331708761084803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/1799331708761084803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/10/interview-with-writer-david-stephens.html' title='INTERVIEW with the Writer DAVID STEPHENS – Driven by the Desire to Succeed'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5v_78tvBSY/TpduQ3t6g5I/AAAAAAAAAvA/yiQgUYyg0Kc/s72-c/David+Stephens+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-2634913480535497855</id><published>2011-10-09T16:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T16:48:31.017+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Story'/><title type='text'>UNUSUAL DONATIONS by Ron Giles</title><summary type='text'>I have been part of an organization called Better World Today Association that have been making dreams come true for various families already for quite some time. I thought it would be so great to save someone's life.
It started about fifteen years ago when I signed up on the Bone Marrow Registry after I donated blood in 1993. I felt excited and impatient. Years passed and in March 2003 I </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.bwta.ca' title='UNUSUAL DONATIONS by Ron Giles'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/2634913480535497855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/10/unusual-donations-by-ron-giles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/2634913480535497855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/2634913480535497855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/10/unusual-donations-by-ron-giles.html' title='UNUSUAL DONATIONS by Ron Giles'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0-HkNroNnT8/TpG_3G5riaI/AAAAAAAAAug/Mwhl1gcRW8o/s72-c/holding+hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-6199581357640444441</id><published>2011-10-03T01:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T01:00:13.377+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Story'/><title type='text'>DARE TO DREAM by Mohanji</title><summary type='text'>MY DEAR READER,

Please allow me to share Inspirational Stories with you that I have collected from people like you from around the World. I hope it will move your beautiful Soul, it will awaken you, it will inspire you, it will open your eyes to the fact that you can be and have anything you choose.

Smiles, Jolita Kelias

Man arrives to earth with sufficient fuel to complete his journey called </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/6199581357640444441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/10/dare-to-dream-by-mohanji.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/6199581357640444441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/6199581357640444441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/10/dare-to-dream-by-mohanji.html' title='DARE TO DREAM by Mohanji'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YLV9Typm95k/Toj6vZ1u2bI/AAAAAAAAAuc/d5MrjiuP2F4/s72-c/balandis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-2475865273807362786</id><published>2011-09-22T23:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T23:54:30.450+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>JIE SKAUDA...</title><summary type='text'>Jie Skauda... 
Kur tai veda?As nezinau.Kur as einu?As nezinau.Ar as akla?Ar mano akys uzdengtos?Ar jos uzristos?Atriski man akis!Noriu matyti.Atriski man akis,Leisk man matyti,Leisk man teisingai pasirinkti.Jauciuosi pasimetusi,Nezinau, kur eiti,Kur buti,Nezinau, kas teisinga,Nezinau, kuo sekti.Savimi?Ir einu.Ir seku.Ir bandau matyti.Ivairus jausmai mane lanko,Jie skauda.Ar zinai, kad jausmai </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/2475865273807362786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/09/jie-skauda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/2475865273807362786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/2475865273807362786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/09/jie-skauda.html' title='JIE SKAUDA...'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GE202s-UdP0/Tnu8Q4oXSUI/AAAAAAAAAsw/LnIwjWT2BUY/s72-c/tree-woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-5455142980159720568</id><published>2011-09-15T01:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T01:35:23.948+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Story'/><title type='text'>A New Found Career during an Economic Downturn by Vyrenijus Andrijauskas</title><summary type='text'>

Since the age of eighteen I have been doing various jobs in sales as sales representative, waiter, manager of many different projects, and more. At one point I worked as a manager handling alcohol and tobacco. I progressed more and more in my chosen career path and I was happy. It provided me with a good salary, serious responsibilities, fair and hard-working colleagues. Everything seemed to be</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/5455142980159720568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-found-career-during-economic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/5455142980159720568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/5455142980159720568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-found-career-during-economic.html' title='A New Found Career during an Economic Downturn by Vyrenijus Andrijauskas'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-edaTrZLdDMw/TnFGOPJwLzI/AAAAAAAAAsY/cQlA0HVVXuY/s72-c/child+swan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-9115949160731444466</id><published>2011-09-10T22:46:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T03:34:25.094+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Article'/><title type='text'>Living Life to the Fullest… What does it really mean?</title><summary type='text'>
While sitting at the table and quietly enjoying my cup of green tea I experienced a wonderful insight. I actually felt this insight with every cell of my body, it shook my whole being and opened my eyes and heart to wider perspective and understanding of life.

What does it mean to truly living life to the fullest? Many of us tend to say, “yes, it is easier said than done”, “yes, if I did not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/9115949160731444466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/09/living-life-to-fullest-what-does-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/9115949160731444466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/9115949160731444466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/09/living-life-to-fullest-what-does-it.html' title='Living Life to the Fullest… What does it really mean?'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nDMPBlaEc8o/TmvY0v_NvNI/AAAAAAAAAsE/sd3tDX6x83k/s72-c/feel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-5150827306147216147</id><published>2011-09-05T20:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T20:21:52.823+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Story'/><title type='text'>A HEAVEN OF BEAUTY by Milena</title><summary type='text'>
Now when I look back everything seems so obvious. Every dream that came true in my life no matter how small or big had its own time and place, and most importantly it had a significant meaning. It all depended on how much I wished and believed for my dream to come true.

When I was a little girl my best friend and I wrote a diary. We both expressed our wish to create a future based on our dreams</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/5150827306147216147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/09/heaven-of-beauty-by-milena.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/5150827306147216147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/5150827306147216147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/09/heaven-of-beauty-by-milena.html' title='A HEAVEN OF BEAUTY by Milena'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R-2nsW_LcWU/TmUfS4PKjNI/AAAAAAAAArM/-YWeovcfx30/s72-c/sparkling%2Brose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-2150954019005008552</id><published>2011-08-30T01:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T01:49:02.394+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Story'/><title type='text'>MY LIFE'S ROAD by Country Music Singer, Songwriter FINCH WILLIAMS</title><summary type='text'>
The early spring of 2002 was a major turning point in my life. My second marriage had just collapsed and laid smoking on the ground back in Michigan. I had been married for ten years and felt as though I had wasted most of my life in an abusive relationship with someone, who had been diagnosed with a personality disorder. I lost everything including my son and my old guitar I had since the army.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/2150954019005008552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-lifes-road-by-finch-williams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/2150954019005008552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/2150954019005008552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-lifes-road-by-finch-williams.html' title='MY LIFE&apos;S ROAD by Country Music Singer, Songwriter FINCH WILLIAMS'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FqfVoMa6pVc/TlwzBR823rI/AAAAAAAAAq8/H-PD0RNr48U/s72-c/playing%2Bguitar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-4057962588199641280</id><published>2011-08-25T15:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T18:52:30.838+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Story'/><title type='text'>A Very Short Letter...</title><summary type='text'>A beautiful story written by my dear friend of 14 years in response to my story Helpers From Abroad

http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/08/helpers-from-abroad.html 


Reading this article took me back in time and made me think back again of all those sweet moments, Jolita ! Basically we shared most of this, but this is how it seemed to me at the time:

Having grown in a very small Berber </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/4057962588199641280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/08/very-short-letter.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/4057962588199641280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/4057962588199641280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/08/very-short-letter.html' title='A Very Short Letter...'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0U5A4y1aciM/TlZZiADYRLI/AAAAAAAAAoA/e80PfewjzzM/s72-c/day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-5561755742083512109</id><published>2011-08-22T14:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T14:34:51.093+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Story'/><title type='text'>I CLAIMED IT</title><summary type='text'>
My dreams have kept happening up to this very moment. They are unfolding so to speak. They are basically a living reality for me. All the things I ever needed or wanted happened and maybe now it is not a dream any longer, but a living reality.

Each of us has a dream as big as the world, yet most of my dreams were as simple as wanting an apple. I was raised not to ask nor to beg, but to claim </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/5561755742083512109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-claimed-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/5561755742083512109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/5561755742083512109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-claimed-it.html' title='I CLAIMED IT'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wg4uYVcGRYM/TlJXUmucR6I/AAAAAAAAAmw/0I45Oe6zNpM/s72-c/i%2Bam....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-7151856073617144925</id><published>2011-08-15T03:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T03:19:18.037+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Story'/><title type='text'>HELPERS FROM ABROAD</title><summary type='text'>
“Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.”
Marsha Norman

Since my early childhood I always wanted to learn English language. I imagined myself speaking and writing fluently and being able to communicate with others effortlessly. However, at that time I did not consider the length of journey I would have to take to accomplish my dream.

I found it truly challenging </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/7151856073617144925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/08/helpers-from-abroad.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/7151856073617144925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/7151856073617144925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/08/helpers-from-abroad.html' title='HELPERS FROM ABROAD'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8DhBkKvU8yo/Tkh-Ae8vFWI/AAAAAAAAAlw/3Usz9BjPlmE/s72-c/rejoice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-3509498584128307904</id><published>2011-08-09T02:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T02:48:31.783+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Story'/><title type='text'>LIFE'S STRUGGLES BEARING TRUE REWARDS</title><summary type='text'>
I got married at a very young age. It was a love marriage and I truly wanted to create my own family, bear my own children and be happy. I was twenty one years old at that time looking to the future with the dreams filled eyes... However, reality struck me harder than I expected.

First, I had to face a jobless situation and had to deal with constant in laws interference in our marriage, as we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/3509498584128307904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/08/lifes-struggles-bearing-true-rewards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/3509498584128307904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/3509498584128307904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/08/lifes-struggles-bearing-true-rewards.html' title='LIFE&apos;S STRUGGLES BEARING TRUE REWARDS'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DZjm27N2jYg/TkCQBwJH_5I/AAAAAAAAAko/hAbiYPhMWqI/s72-c/eye-dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-1331643948052525425</id><published>2011-08-07T14:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:47:03.312+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>TEQUILA AND SALT</title><summary type='text'>
This should probably be taped to your bathroom mirror, where one could read it every day… You may not realize it, but it's 100% true. 

1. There are at least two people in this world that you would die for. 

2.  At least 15 people in this world love you in some way. 

3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you. 

4. A smile from you can bring </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/1331643948052525425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/08/tequila-and-salt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/1331643948052525425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/1331643948052525425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/08/tequila-and-salt.html' title='TEQUILA AND SALT'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w5l9dxdLBPE/Tj6Mx2A0RyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/2UP7bOqLsZE/s72-c/sharing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-7346694474894987197</id><published>2011-08-01T11:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:46:34.085+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Story'/><title type='text'>CRAVING FOR SUCCESS</title><summary type='text'>MY DEAR READER,

Please allow me to share Inspirational Stories with you that I have collected from people like you from around the World. I hope it will move your beautiful Soul, it will awaken you, it will inspire you, it will open your eyes to the fact that you can be and have anything you choose.

Love you, Jolita Kelias


My dream was to become a successful person, to feel different from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/7346694474894987197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/08/craving-for-success.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/7346694474894987197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/7346694474894987197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/08/craving-for-success.html' title='CRAVING FOR SUCCESS'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rV3RlV9mQmU/TjaAX68pIAI/AAAAAAAAAjA/hxJhHyvo8Es/s72-c/garden....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-1870862426133539140</id><published>2011-07-29T02:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T21:01:00.057+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Article'/><title type='text'>OUR BELIEFS… WHAT IS THEIR TRUE WORTH?</title><summary type='text'>
I went down to the kitchen this late afternoon and there I met one of my housemates. Whenever we both meet, we tend to exchange some interesting topics, opinions, and, believe me, that does not happen often even though we do live in the same house.

We got talking and at one point our conversation reached the point where she (my housemate) began telling me how badly she was affected by her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/1870862426133539140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/07/our-believes-what-is-their-true-worth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/1870862426133539140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/1870862426133539140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/07/our-believes-what-is-their-true-worth.html' title='OUR BELIEFS… WHAT IS THEIR TRUE WORTH?'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pSZrOF0cqfk/TjIMfFEGbGI/AAAAAAAAAig/Y8xX4LWVnMc/s72-c/secret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-8998528420458391102</id><published>2011-07-12T18:28:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T18:44:41.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Buy Jolita a Coffee!</title><summary type='text'>It's true. I do much of my work from the local cafe, typically a Starbucks. Typing -- and thinking -- makes me thirsty and my drink of choice is Cappuccino or Coffee Latter. Want to show your appreciation for my efforts, dear Reader? Then feel free to buy me one (or more) Cappuccino through this simple link, below. Of course, if you're highly motivated, you can always send a Starbucks gift card </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/8998528420458391102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/07/buy-jolita-drink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/8998528420458391102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/8998528420458391102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/07/buy-jolita-drink.html' title='Buy Jolita a Coffee!'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ustNrfnw9_E/ThZvwxay5CI/AAAAAAAAAiA/xKYPCiIX32Y/s72-c/starbucks.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-4122217649289448134</id><published>2011-07-11T02:13:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T20:57:36.233+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interview'/><title type='text'>INTERVIEW with CALLISTA JANZING – Teacher of Healing Singing, Spiritual Guide and Spiritual Teacher of the Path of the Heart</title><summary type='text'>A couple of months ago while visiting a small town near Bonn in Germany I had a wonderful opportunity to meet someone very special. Her name is Callista Janzing. During one of the special gatherings that I was attending at that time I was sitting by her side. Eventually we got talking and that’s when I learned about what she did. I learned about a Healing Singing – something that I have never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/4122217649289448134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/07/interview-with-callista-janzing-teacher.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/4122217649289448134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/4122217649289448134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/07/interview-with-callista-janzing-teacher.html' title='INTERVIEW with CALLISTA JANZING – Teacher of Healing Singing, Spiritual Guide and Spiritual Teacher of the Path of the Heart'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1vgNihhkf88/Thob5J1w3YI/AAAAAAAAAiE/dYwNBELnPIM/s72-c/Callista+J.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-7243583006100100575</id><published>2011-07-03T16:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T16:44:20.420+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Article'/><title type='text'>I simply LOVE YOU</title><summary type='text'>
Do you need any specific reason to love someone? Do you need a permission to love? Do you need to wait for a certain time and place before you can love? Can you love one day and not love the other? These are questions I hear others more and more often asking me…
I have noticed that people often tend to question the other person’s feelings and intentions. If you tell them I Love You, at times </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/7243583006100100575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/07/do-you-need-any-reason-to-love-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/7243583006100100575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/7243583006100100575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/07/do-you-need-any-reason-to-love-someone.html' title='I simply LOVE YOU'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o9XjPw_fSu8/ThCNLtoVjKI/AAAAAAAAAh8/cZxUiDrriM8/s72-c/bordo+rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-3668294546861233079</id><published>2011-07-02T17:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T17:58:06.680+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Article'/><title type='text'>Wisdom of the Child</title><summary type='text'>I remember very clearly, when I was a little child, who could not speak much or express herself well enough, I felt I knew so much. The whole understanding of life was in front of me, I was fearless, I had no doubts and I lived my knowing. I enjoyed my life. Then within time passing and me growing I have become more and more frustrated as I started to recognise that within time I began forgetting</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/3668294546861233079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/07/wisdom-of-child.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/3668294546861233079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/3668294546861233079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/07/wisdom-of-child.html' title='Wisdom of the Child'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WAJ5K-GOuDc/Tg9LsNT430I/AAAAAAAAAhg/mGL6jJI3jhI/s72-c/child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-2093919900002229980</id><published>2011-07-01T22:48:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T16:41:36.724+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Article'/><title type='text'>Say YES to Life</title><summary type='text'>
I had an interesting phone conversation with a wonderful friend of mine who called me looking for someone to soothe her heart. She seemed very concerned about her upcoming future, finances, and other few things. She said she was trying to surrender to Life and let Life take care of her and her affairs; however she did not know what ways Life chose to help, how it expressed itself... Some time in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/2093919900002229980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/07/say-yes-to-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/2093919900002229980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/2093919900002229980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/07/say-yes-to-life.html' title='Say YES to Life'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gULdEAk64E8/Tg4_WEOMd4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/2Xg7EXRqs9I/s72-c/book+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-4793238348547566602</id><published>2011-06-24T23:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:45:55.134+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Story'/><title type='text'>YOU ARE THE GREATEST MIRACLE IN THE WORLD by Og Mandino</title><summary type='text'>
Memorandum from God
To:            YouFrom:        God
Take counsel.
I hear your cry.
It passes through the darkness, filters through the clouds, mingles with starlight, and finds its way to my heart on the path of a sunbeam.
I have anguished over the cry of a hare choked in the noose of a snare, a sparrow tumbled from the nest of its mother, a child thrashing helplessly in a pond, and a son </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/4793238348547566602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-are-greatest-miracle-in-world-by-og.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/4793238348547566602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/4793238348547566602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-are-greatest-miracle-in-world-by-og.html' title='YOU ARE THE GREATEST MIRACLE IN THE WORLD by Og Mandino'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-St2mPctpoNU/TgUOKA2vSFI/AAAAAAAAAgM/2eOX0tgTk1g/s72-c/red+moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-8323172969318187430</id><published>2011-06-03T01:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:33:31.316+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversation'/><title type='text'>CONVERSATION with HENRY GOLD – Internet Marketing Consultant, Free Thinker, Straight Talker and Determined Doer</title><summary type='text'>Internet Marketing ConsultantFree ThinkerStraight TalkerDetermined Doer
During our conversation yesterday you uttered words like Success, Successful, Succeed quite a lot. Henry, how do you define success?
Success is when you are able to detach yourself from material possession, greed, anger, hatred, and jealousy. It is when you truly understand that everything you see in the world, everything </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/8323172969318187430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/06/conversation-with-henry-gold-internet_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/8323172969318187430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/8323172969318187430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/06/conversation-with-henry-gold-internet_03.html' title='CONVERSATION with HENRY GOLD – Internet Marketing Consultant, Free Thinker, Straight Talker and Determined Doer'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bnv_MXsjBOc/TegwRmH2_hI/AAAAAAAAAfs/bcubxiKEmXM/s72-c/Henry+Gold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-6253335217805260325</id><published>2011-06-02T12:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:32:57.720+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><title type='text'>LOVING PRESENCE...</title><summary type='text'>‎"I still get surprised every time I see how loving presence of one changes someone's life for the better; how sincere hug and cheerful smile uplift one's heart; how an inner child of one stretches its hands and legs and springs into life; how peace in its small steps takes over the life of others..." ~Jolita Kelias



Copyright © Jolita Kelias, June 2011
All Rights Reserved</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/6253335217805260325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/06/loving-presence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/6253335217805260325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/6253335217805260325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/06/loving-presence.html' title='LOVING PRESENCE...'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGKty8U1vt8/Ted26zHNIZI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/w812uiHsyAA/s72-c/jump+high.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-3051802399816933859</id><published>2011-05-25T23:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:31:55.654+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>SO I DID THAT...by Jolita Kelias</title><summary type='text'>
There was a time when I wanted to cry and be sad, so I did that.
There was a time when I had no energy to do anything, and so I did nothing.
There was a time when I felt laughing without a reason, and so I laughed.
There was a time when I thought that nice life was over, and so I allowed it to be so.
And then there came a time of healing through acceptance, through acceptance came forgiveness </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/3051802399816933859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-i-did-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/3051802399816933859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/3051802399816933859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-i-did-that.html' title='SO I DID THAT...by Jolita Kelias'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hh11cyeZyOM/Td2HeEW1aCI/AAAAAAAAAfI/s4K6PFu4EhQ/s72-c/flower+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-3948403905083956093</id><published>2011-05-20T01:34:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:31:15.083+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversation'/><title type='text'>CONVERSATION with SCOTT OLSON – Spirituality from a different point of view</title><summary type='text'>

After having my first interview with Scott Olson (the lover of the wild spinner dolphins), I also learned that he had a very distinct way of approaching life from the spiritual side of it. So I invited him to continue our conversation. I learned that he does not only swim with the wild spinner dolphins, but he also paints, is a carpenter and landscaper, and his lifetime experience is something </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/3948403905083956093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/05/conversation-with-scott-olson.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/3948403905083956093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/3948403905083956093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/05/conversation-with-scott-olson.html' title='CONVERSATION with SCOTT OLSON – Spirituality from a different point of view'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vvbwGMLNbtQ/TdWv12eE4YI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/D8aArNQLwEQ/s72-c/Scott+paint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-5474434934598340384</id><published>2011-05-14T01:59:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:30:03.910+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interview'/><title type='text'>INTERVIEW with Sharon Lars Steffens – I AM MUSIC</title><summary type='text'>
“Music expresses that which cannot be put in words and cannot remain silent.” ~Victor Hugo
This young creative soul is unique and humble beyond words. The music he plays is heart touching, inspiring, at times stormy and at times calm, and it always finds its way to your heart. Sharon Lars Steffens is a pianist and a self-taught or, better said, a self-felt improviser that creates his music on </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/user/LarsSSteffens' title='INTERVIEW with Sharon Lars Steffens – I AM MUSIC'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/5474434934598340384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/05/interview-with-sharon-lars-steffens-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/5474434934598340384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/5474434934598340384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/05/interview-with-sharon-lars-steffens-i.html' title='INTERVIEW with Sharon Lars Steffens – I AM MUSIC'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h7cmXa4nblI/Tc3Hdc64AvI/AAAAAAAAAd0/nO0QTZHOOb4/s72-c/Sharon25Web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-6455358052431168154</id><published>2011-05-01T13:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:29:42.984+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>GOOD, BAD - WHO KNOWS...</title><summary type='text'>There was once an old peasant farmer who lived in the Caucasus region of Eastern Europe with his young son. Together, they just managed to eke out a living by subsistence farming. They owned a small piece of land at the base of the mountain range and one horse, which pulled the plow through the terse earth, guided by the old farmers strong young son. It was a hard life but they were alive and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/6455358052431168154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/05/good-bad-who-knows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/6455358052431168154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/6455358052431168154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/05/good-bad-who-knows.html' title='GOOD, BAD - WHO KNOWS...'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yDPU1-DTs6o/Tb1QJMfdN-I/AAAAAAAAAdg/fXvo9nR0e-8/s72-c/running+horse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-6003569962162333402</id><published>2011-04-30T12:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:29:21.479+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Article'/><title type='text'>WOMAN and MAN…</title><summary type='text'>
Life depends on feminine as much as masculine powers. Femininity cannot exist without masculinity and vice versa. The balance and harmony of the universe cannot be denied or changed in any way. The grand truth is that we are all equal, no matter how hard it is for some to admit.

We are all irrevocably unique. We are the force of life. We give birth to a new life, new ideas, new discoveries, new</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/6003569962162333402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/04/woman-and-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/6003569962162333402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/6003569962162333402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/04/woman-and-man.html' title='WOMAN and MAN…'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4vaphMkPeS0/Tbv2lgd0TjI/AAAAAAAAAdU/c3MDHzvOkQY/s72-c/colours.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-5611215411168669230</id><published>2011-04-05T00:49:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T21:09:09.581Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>COME AND PLAY WITH ME...</title><summary type='text'>
''Often at times unexpected to me this child wakes up in me and showers me with endless joy, love, inspiration, laughter, creative wonders... I allow it to be, even if at times I look not grown up enough, but, goodness me, how happy I can be then...'' ~Jolita Kelias


Come and Play with Me
Come and play with me. Why don’t you play? Why do you hesitate?
Touch the grass, the dirt, the sand... It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/5611215411168669230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/04/often-at-times-unexpected-to-me-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/5611215411168669230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/5611215411168669230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/04/often-at-times-unexpected-to-me-this.html' title='COME AND PLAY WITH ME...'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1T6-5kFlmAs/TZpVIIu53vI/AAAAAAAAAc8/VYvQ2WfHZn0/s72-c/me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-6783119794813777874</id><published>2011-03-23T23:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:28:19.395+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>IF I SHOWED YOU by Jolita Kelias</title><summary type='text'>If I showed you what lies inside my heart, would you believe it, would you take it as a real thing? Would you? 

If I showed you the love that resides in me, would you still allow me to give it freely and be myself or would you want it all for yourself and yourself alone?
If I showed you what I truly thought about you, would you accept it and welcome it?
If I showed you how deep I can go when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/6783119794813777874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-i-showed-you.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/6783119794813777874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/6783119794813777874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-i-showed-you.html' title='IF I SHOWED YOU by Jolita Kelias'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-AgqvMBFPVQE/TYp_2HIHSZI/AAAAAAAAAc0/2HhWowot7v8/s72-c/letting+go.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-4259375408343418248</id><published>2011-03-14T00:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:27:00.431+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Article'/><title type='text'>LIFE CAN BE SIMPLE</title><summary type='text'>
My Vivid Dream (one of many)
My dear Friend rang me this Sunday early morning, she wanted to talk. She could not let me sleep just a bit longer... :-) She opened up to me about the development of her career. She seemed very calm, excited and surprised at the same time. She said to me at one point:
“I struggled so much for so long and suddenly everything became so SIMPLE, Jolita.”
“Yes, of course</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/4259375408343418248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-can-be-simple-by-jolita-asmara.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/4259375408343418248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/4259375408343418248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-can-be-simple-by-jolita-asmara.html' title='LIFE CAN BE SIMPLE'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Uikuow9uvFA/TX1escPB2GI/AAAAAAAAAcM/8_3R7aMPu08/s72-c/top.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-7131917542448242623</id><published>2011-03-12T23:27:00.009Z</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:26:35.203+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Article'/><title type='text'>The ART of CREATING...</title><summary type='text'>
For an Artist the most important thing is to detach themselves from the outside world and other peoples’ opinions, so that the artist could create based on the feelings that freely flow through within him/her.
That’s not an easy thing to do though, especially when within time we get to know more and more people (some become more special and some less), but the most amazing wonder is when every </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/7131917542448242623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/03/art-of-creating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/7131917542448242623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/7131917542448242623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/03/art-of-creating.html' title='The ART of CREATING...'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gc-J3u8_rCc/TXwATL39A4I/AAAAAAAAAb4/hADs5k7N0Uw/s72-c/creation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-4044915646687223698</id><published>2011-02-28T23:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:24:32.595+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>He laughed (last chapter) - The Little Prince</title><summary type='text'>﻿
I realized clearly that something extraordinary was happening. I was holding him close in my arms as if he were a little child; and yet it seemed to me that he was rushing headlong toward an abyss from which I could do nothing to restrain him . . . 
His look was very serious, like some one lost far away. 
"I have your sheep. And I have the sheep's box. And I have the muzzle . . ." 
And he gave </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/4044915646687223698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/02/he-laughed-last-chapter-little-prince.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/4044915646687223698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/4044915646687223698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/02/he-laughed-last-chapter-little-prince.html' title='He laughed (last chapter) - The Little Prince'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0AuSu2V8jCE/TWwswLsQbBI/AAAAAAAAAbY/lo_f4FuQh-s/s72-c/prince.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-31374138916979659</id><published>2011-02-25T00:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:23:48.721+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>All is Related by Jolita Kelias</title><summary type='text'>(Excerpt from Conversation between Celina and Rose from my upcoming third book (novel))

Waves one by one were gently resting onto the seashore that she sat. They came, wet her feet and left. At the beginning she felt them touching her feet, but later became unaware of it any longer. Waves came and went, and she sat there lost in her thoughts. She thought about relationships and the role they had</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/31374138916979659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/02/all-is-related-by-jolita-asmara.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/31374138916979659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/31374138916979659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/02/all-is-related-by-jolita-asmara.html' title='All is Related by Jolita Kelias'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6HJhHEfWK5c/TWb42flCyLI/AAAAAAAAAbE/pjXi_3BnKyg/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-2888098920524928434</id><published>2011-02-22T18:45:00.009Z</published><updated>2011-12-10T21:58:50.215Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Story'/><title type='text'>A Tired Woman and Universe by Jolita Kelias</title><summary type='text'>
“Why do you talk in between the lines with me? Do you really think I don’t understand? Do you really think I am so naive and powerless to read your mind? I can read, I can understand but yet it does not mean I will respond. You want my response, then dare to be straight and honest with me, with yourself,” Universe spoke.
A tired woman sat silently curled up in the corner. Her mind went blank. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/2888098920524928434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/02/tired-woman-and-universe-by-jolita.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/2888098920524928434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/2888098920524928434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/02/tired-woman-and-universe-by-jolita.html' title='A Tired Woman and Universe by Jolita Kelias'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6V4J-gXDll8/TWQBxwB0vmI/AAAAAAAAAa0/sNxuGV6964w/s72-c/woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-3688720075952342301</id><published>2011-02-21T17:03:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-24T23:14:03.424Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interview'/><title type='text'>INTERVIEW with VERA KONDILI – Living Life to the fullest while in the arms of Cancer</title><summary type='text'>

She is a woman warrior. A mother. A wife. A friend. A Miracle. Vera Kondili has been healing from cancer pretty much all her life. She has encountered pain, fear, frustration, desperation, hope, and with every day, with every step her faith grew stronger and stronger. Now she is here to convey her personal message, to share, to pour her heart out in hope it might help at least one person... It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/3688720075952342301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/02/interview-with-nadia-bibika-living-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/3688720075952342301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/3688720075952342301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/02/interview-with-nadia-bibika-living-life.html' title='INTERVIEW with VERA KONDILI – Living Life to the fullest while in the arms of Cancer'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ai3_kfpiu8/Ts7NvJHq-1I/AAAAAAAAA6o/-BAeeJ88J8Y/s72-c/rudens+lapai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-5043894128916259394</id><published>2011-02-20T18:14:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-09-07T13:27:28.965+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Story'/><title type='text'>A HUMAN ANGEL by Jolita Kelias</title><summary type='text'>He opened his eyes, looked around and thought to himself: “Finally landed”.
“Welcome to Heaven,” a voice greeted.
The soul looked around, there was no one to be seen. He noticed a spiral staircase standing further away from him, but otherwise there was nothing else to look at.
“Who is talking to me?” the soul wondered.
“You asked to come to heaven, so here you are,” the voice replied.
“I must say</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/5043894128916259394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/02/human-angel-by-jolita-asmara.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/5043894128916259394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/5043894128916259394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/02/human-angel-by-jolita-asmara.html' title='A HUMAN ANGEL by Jolita Kelias'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OTdqkDPAc5s/TWFZY8ngRQI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/h9B8NA8-jaA/s72-c/angel....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-3839551415574557665</id><published>2011-02-14T00:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:21:16.150+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interview'/><title type='text'>VALENTINE'S DAY INTERVIEW with SHARON CAMEL - Love Has Many Colours</title><summary type='text'>
Love has its own unexpected ways of coming into people’s lives, especially if one is open to receive it again after years and years of grief and pain...

Sharon, please share your story...

Last Christmas, alone and without family, I found myself reflecting that I was 44, never married and without children. It often seemed that I would always be alone, holiday or not, and each New Year brought a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/3839551415574557665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day-interview-with-sharon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/3839551415574557665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/3839551415574557665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day-interview-with-sharon.html' title='VALENTINE&apos;S DAY INTERVIEW with SHARON CAMEL - Love Has Many Colours'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VahW-eknrmM/TVhh0n0Jt8I/AAAAAAAAAZE/sdfQTznq2j4/s72-c/Sharon+Camel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-3372154422958397168</id><published>2011-01-22T21:47:00.011Z</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:20:42.511+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interview'/><title type='text'>INTERVIEW with SCOTT OLSON - The Lover of Dolphins and Mother Earth</title><summary type='text'>
Scott Olson has been swimming with the wild spinner dolphins for the past 21 years. He is a great supporter and spokesperson for keeping them wild, free and safe. I wanted to interview a person like him for quite some time and I was more than thrilled when he got in contact with me. Scott Olson also facilitates week long vacation retreats for people to have the opportunity to swim with the wild </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/3372154422958397168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/01/interview-with-scott-olson-lover-of.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/3372154422958397168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/3372154422958397168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/01/interview-with-scott-olson-lover-of.html' title='INTERVIEW with SCOTT OLSON - The Lover of Dolphins and Mother Earth'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZEXB7A6aqg/TTtHeK5gZ1I/AAAAAAAAAYA/goIQnXh0V_A/s72-c/Hale+Luminaria+2003+-+2005+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-6536955921298791775</id><published>2011-01-17T22:52:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:20:10.594+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interview'/><title type='text'>INTERVIEW with Artist ANNA SHULTZ</title><summary type='text'>
I find it fascinating to see how we all have different perceptions of the world. We all see the same picture differently: some see beauty and some see scary or dark side of whatever there stands in front of us.

Artist Anna Shultz tends to have very vivid nightmares from time to time and this is not something that she enjoys. For a long time it bothered her a lot. It scared her. It took her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/6536955921298791775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/01/interview-with-artist-anna-shultz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/6536955921298791775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/6536955921298791775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/01/interview-with-artist-anna-shultz.html' title='INTERVIEW with Artist ANNA SHULTZ'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZEXB7A6aqg/TTTB0apgwQI/AAAAAAAAAXU/NmdFNrp2LAk/s72-c/anna+pic.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-4154061694048499900</id><published>2011-01-04T20:04:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:19:23.029+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interview'/><title type='text'>NEW YEAR'S SPECIAL INTERVIEW with AUTHOR/ WRITER SILVIA MICK</title><summary type='text'>
She is honest, bold, outspoken, unapologetic and free...  She is 100% Italian and her name is SILVIA MICK. She is the Author of book "I Am - Absolute Freedom".

She daringly Invites and Encourages people to follow their personal agenda whether that would be certain goals or dreams or just being and staying true to themselves. Her daring Invitation is based on her own painful life experience, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/4154061694048499900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-special-interview-with-author.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/4154061694048499900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/4154061694048499900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-special-interview-with-author.html' title='NEW YEAR&apos;S SPECIAL INTERVIEW with AUTHOR/ WRITER SILVIA MICK'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZEXB7A6aqg/TSNzkQ0FIJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ivvw4OmWFxo/s72-c/Silvia+Mick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-275342369183938477</id><published>2011-01-01T18:32:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:18:32.014+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>IF I KNEW, I WOULD... by Jerose Y Bautista</title><summary type='text'>
If God, for a second, forgot what I have become, and granted me a little bit more of life,

I would use it to the best of my ability,

I would possibly, say everything, that is in my mind, but I would be more thoughtful of all I say,

I would give merit to things not for what they are worth, but for what they mean to express,

I would sleep little,

I would dream more, because I know for that, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/275342369183938477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-i-knew-i-would-by-jerose-y-bautista.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/275342369183938477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/275342369183938477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-i-knew-i-would-by-jerose-y-bautista.html' title='IF I KNEW, I WOULD... by Jerose Y Bautista'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZEXB7A6aqg/TR9vyFndMYI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/SUl7Qu7h5sM/s72-c/eyes.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-4737015973903793276</id><published>2010-12-23T00:06:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:17:49.229+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interview'/><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS SPECIAL INTERVIEW with MEDINI KANATHIGODA - Yoga Teacher, Healer and Meditation Practitioner</title><summary type='text'>
﻿I had a lovely face-to-face interview with a yoga teacher, healer and meditation practitioner Medini Kanathigoda, who lives and works in London, United Kingdom. While talking we also celebrated our birthdays, as they were close to one another.During our conversation I learned that sometimes the time to really dare to go after your lifelong dream comes after many years of learning and practising</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/4737015973903793276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-special-interview-with-medini.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/4737015973903793276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/4737015973903793276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-special-interview-with-medini.html' title='CHRISTMAS SPECIAL INTERVIEW with MEDINI KANATHIGODA - Yoga Teacher, Healer and Meditation Practitioner'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZEXB7A6aqg/TRJ703u1unI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yx_BvOPeqTs/s72-c/Medini+K.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-2557475687583745511</id><published>2010-11-21T18:24:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:16:32.272+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interview'/><title type='text'>INTERVIEW with Artist ANNA EWA MIARCZYNSKA</title><summary type='text'>She is mysterious and expressive as much as her art. She is very approachable. To have a conversation with her is easy, but to really understand what she is trying to say and express, is not for everyone’s aptitude.Anna Ewa Miarczynska is a Polish artist born and raised in Warsaw, Poland. Her artwork is spread around the world in various ways. She paints, she draws, she goes deep within the core </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/2557475687583745511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/11/interview-with-artist-anna-ewa.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/2557475687583745511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/2557475687583745511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/11/interview-with-artist-anna-ewa.html' title='INTERVIEW with Artist ANNA EWA MIARCZYNSKA'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZEXB7A6aqg/TOlgtAXjSsI/AAAAAAAAAVE/I3HA1z_Z4j0/s72-c/Anna+Eva+M..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-7716591222537848073</id><published>2010-11-16T18:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:15:42.997+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interview'/><title type='text'>INTERVIEW with WINE MAKERS Bryan and Shellie Croft</title><summary type='text'>I have got to know this beautiful couple, who has a great passion for delicious wine making and healthy, organic living. They are known as Shellie and Bryan Croft. They live, work and grow their two beautiful children in Oregon, USA. They are keen in motivating others through their own example to grow organic food, raise animals, nurture Mother Earth and to live a healthy, well balanced life. The</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/7716591222537848073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/11/interview-with-wine-makers-bryan-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/7716591222537848073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/7716591222537848073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/11/interview-with-wine-makers-bryan-and.html' title='INTERVIEW with WINE MAKERS Bryan and Shellie Croft'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZEXB7A6aqg/TOLI8ZVto_I/AAAAAAAAATg/Z-IdikFlGqY/s72-c/DSCN6558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-7568575544699434404</id><published>2010-11-01T19:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:14:34.813+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Article'/><title type='text'>WHY OUR PRAYERS SOMETIMES NOT ANSWERED?</title><summary type='text'>Today we would like to turn your attention to the subject of prayer. Many people have potent experiences through the avenue of prayer, while others seem to get no positive outcome. What might be the mysterious mechanism behind prayer, and how can we explain such contradictory results? Many religions and wisdom traditions over the ages have declared that all prayers are answered; Bhagawan Sri </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/pages/DREAMS-THAT-CAME-TRUE/288343847456?ref=ts' title='WHY OUR PRAYERS SOMETIMES NOT ANSWERED?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/7568575544699434404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-our-prayers-sometimes-not-answered.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/7568575544699434404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/7568575544699434404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-our-prayers-sometimes-not-answered.html' title='WHY OUR PRAYERS SOMETIMES NOT ANSWERED?'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZEXB7A6aqg/TM8VOOK-cwI/AAAAAAAAATA/j6ZyhECZKHQ/s72-c/help.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-8373546009389072046</id><published>2010-10-18T16:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:14:05.566+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Story'/><title type='text'>INSPIRATIONAL Story of Breast Cancer Survivor CATHIE BROWN</title><summary type='text'>It would be really nice to say that the discovery of my purpose came in one single, miraculous flash of insight, but nothing could be further from the truth. My searching began around the age of 11 when I first had the feeling that there was something I was meant to do. So it’s taken me almost 50 years, four ‘nervous’ breakdowns, one unsuccessful marriage, several equally unsuccessful </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.magneticlifestyle.com' title='INSPIRATIONAL Story of Breast Cancer Survivor CATHIE BROWN'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/8373546009389072046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/10/inspirational-story-of-breast-cancer.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/8373546009389072046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/8373546009389072046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/10/inspirational-story-of-breast-cancer.html' title='INSPIRATIONAL Story of Breast Cancer Survivor CATHIE BROWN'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZEXB7A6aqg/TLxg5IGFtKI/AAAAAAAAASw/FxRtZK3y_yg/s72-c/Cathie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-2251351709633662062</id><published>2010-10-11T17:49:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:13:30.374+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interview'/><title type='text'>INTERVIEW with Balinese Dancer/ Performer NI MADE PUJAWATI</title><summary type='text'>Panyembrama (The Welcome Dance)
Ni Madé Pujawati started dancing ever since she can remember. Born in a remote Balinese village with only paraffin lamps at night, she crept away from home at night to learn dancing. As she was so talented, she was admitted to the Indonesian Conservatory of Music before going on graduate from the Indonesian Institute of Arts. So she learned music and acting, as </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.balinesedance.org/' title='INTERVIEW with Balinese Dancer/ Performer NI MADE PUJAWATI'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/2251351709633662062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/10/interview-with-balinese-dancer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/2251351709633662062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/2251351709633662062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/10/interview-with-balinese-dancer.html' title='INTERVIEW with Balinese Dancer/ Performer NI MADE PUJAWATI'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZEXB7A6aqg/TLM1s7EjK1I/AAAAAAAAARo/dySjW3Vl8W0/s72-c/Panyembrama+(The+Welcome+Dance).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-8119248717226734113</id><published>2010-09-27T12:14:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:12:37.756+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interview'/><title type='text'>AMMUCARE CHARITABLE TRUST</title><summary type='text'>Ammucare Charitable Trust was registered on 25th October 2003, when India was celebrating 'the festival of lights', Deepavali just by sheer coincidence. Though registered in Kerala, India it has grown beyond regional barriers to be accepted by a wide spectrum of people from different parts of the world. As a charity platform it has given great fillip to many likeminded people in their efforts to </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.ammucare.org/' title='AMMUCARE CHARITABLE TRUST'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/8119248717226734113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/09/ammucare-charitable-trust-and-mohanji.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/8119248717226734113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/8119248717226734113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/09/ammucare-charitable-trust-and-mohanji.html' title='AMMUCARE CHARITABLE TRUST'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZEXB7A6aqg/TKDYGWDh25I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/23wboMYP6lw/s72-c/Ammu+-+in+love+with+all+that+is+natural.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-2612893994518712595</id><published>2010-09-18T16:10:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:11:40.973+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interview'/><title type='text'>Medini Kanathigoda - Teacher of Hatha Yoga, Healer and Meditation practitioner</title><summary type='text'>Medini is a gifted intuitive healer with a number of years experience in dealing with people's emotional issues, physical issues and overcoming personal fears.

Medini started her career as a qualified Accountant, working for various large and medium sized companies. She was instrumental and credited with the launch and smooth functioning of some of the Organizations she has worked with.
Medini </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.mindbodysoulsanctuary.com/' title='Medini Kanathigoda - Teacher of Hatha Yoga, Healer and Meditation practitioner'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/2612893994518712595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/09/medini-kanathigoda-healer-teacher-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/2612893994518712595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/2612893994518712595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/09/medini-kanathigoda-healer-teacher-of.html' title='Medini Kanathigoda - Teacher of Hatha Yoga, Healer and Meditation practitioner'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZEXB7A6aqg/TJTukUKnhKI/AAAAAAAAAQI/pemNNnb2LdA/s72-c/031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-6857599430480402927</id><published>2010-08-23T17:09:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:10:53.242+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interview'/><title type='text'>CONNIE WESTFALL AND 'GOODWORKS'</title><summary type='text'>I had an inspiring conversation with an American woman named Connie Westfall. At one time in her life she had had everything – youth, beauty, fame, success; then, her life took a turn and all fell apart because of her choice to create a new life for herself and find a way to spread goodness around her, but she did not know that to accomplish this magnificent change it will take a bit longer than </summary><link rel='related' href='http://conniewestfall.wordpress.com/' title='CONNIE WESTFALL AND &apos;GOODWORKS&apos;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/6857599430480402927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/08/connie-westfall-and-goodworks.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/6857599430480402927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/6857599430480402927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/08/connie-westfall-and-goodworks.html' title='CONNIE WESTFALL AND &apos;GOODWORKS&apos;'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZEXB7A6aqg/THKUPT3a0II/AAAAAAAAAOA/uZuxqv5gHN0/s72-c/Connie+Westfall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-585727008639523797</id><published>2010-08-08T18:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:09:19.459+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Article'/><title type='text'>PRAYER OF SURRENDER</title><summary type='text'>Prayer of Surrender
Why get agitated? Let Me take care of all your business. I shall be the one who will think about them. I am waiting for nothing else than your surrender to Me, and then you do not have to worry any more about anything. Say farewell to all fears and discouragement. You demonstrate that you do not trust Me. On the contrary, you must rely blindly on Me.
To surrender means: To </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/pages/DREAMS-THAT-CAME-TRUE/288343847456?ref=ts' title='PRAYER OF SURRENDER'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/585727008639523797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/08/prayer-of-surrender.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/585727008639523797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/585727008639523797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/08/prayer-of-surrender.html' title='PRAYER OF SURRENDER'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZEXB7A6aqg/TF7v2qITwuI/AAAAAAAAANw/TB2eOnex6m0/s72-c/Sri+Sathya+Sai+Baba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-247962646835111274</id><published>2010-07-12T22:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:08:15.313+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Story'/><title type='text'>YOU ARE... (Author unknown)</title><summary type='text'>One day not too long ago the employees of a large company in St. Louis, Missouri returned from their lunch break and were greeted with a sign on the front door. 

The sign said: "Yesterday the person who has been hindering your growth in this company passed away. We invite you to join the funeral in the room that has been prepared in the gym." 

At first everyone was sad to hear that one of their</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/247962646835111274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-are-author-unknown.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/247962646835111274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/247962646835111274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-are-author-unknown.html' title='YOU ARE... (Author unknown)'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZEXB7A6aqg/TDuGuMCHcrI/AAAAAAAAANI/OyMPGvyLAOU/s72-c/serene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-6420141919466835986</id><published>2010-07-09T11:01:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:07:22.707+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interview'/><title type='text'>INTERVIEW with SHIRLEE HALL</title><summary type='text'>AUTHOR/ SPIRITUAL HEALER/ VISIONARY
People recognize you as a spiritual teacher, author, inspirational speaker and healer. How did you come to gain so many wonderful titles and do such a spiritually demanding and also enhancing work?

I was born into a family of healers and serious metaphysical students. Psychic abilities, visions, angels and luminous light were a part of my natural makeup. </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.behealedforever.com' title='INTERVIEW with SHIRLEE HALL'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/6420141919466835986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/07/interview-with-shirlee-hall.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/6420141919466835986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/6420141919466835986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/07/interview-with-shirlee-hall.html' title='INTERVIEW with SHIRLEE HALL'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZEXB7A6aqg/TDbuudV08aI/AAAAAAAAAMI/1eMLtjt2OoQ/s72-c/angelhall.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-8730377715808714699</id><published>2010-06-23T17:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:06:08.492+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Article'/><title type='text'>Lessons Learned</title><summary type='text'>One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live.

They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.

On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, “How was the trip?”

“It was great, Dad.”

“Did you see how poor people live?” the father </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/8730377715808714699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/06/lessons-learned.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/8730377715808714699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/8730377715808714699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/06/lessons-learned.html' title='Lessons Learned'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZEXB7A6aqg/TCI5sdfdoMI/AAAAAAAAALw/TSIKoJVgass/s72-c/amazing-mother-nature-by-festblues-in-flickr-public-files%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-2269236651155018936</id><published>2010-06-21T13:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:05:25.672+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>LIVING TREE by Shirlee Hall</title><summary type='text'>Did you ever stop and ponder
How a tree is much like us?
It begins as roots and completes its movement
As arms stretching toward the sun.

We are Living Trees
Magnificent to behold
Providing, Nurturing, Protecting and Giving
Ourselves to those who need care and love.

A tree takes time to mature
In patience, it passes through seasons
Bears fruit and blossoms as beauty and bounty
We, too, are </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.behealedforever.com/' title='LIVING TREE by Shirlee Hall'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/2269236651155018936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/06/living-tree-by-shirlee-hall.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/2269236651155018936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/2269236651155018936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/06/living-tree-by-shirlee-hall.html' title='LIVING TREE by Shirlee Hall'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZEXB7A6aqg/TB9dummK1LI/AAAAAAAAALg/pJm1cJ7eneA/s72-c/My+Own+Tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-287547594252331897</id><published>2010-06-13T16:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:04:45.324+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Article'/><title type='text'>Dreams Come True... Intention...</title><summary type='text'>I cannot imagine my life without Dreaming and Exploring ways in making those dreams come true. My dreams not only fulfil me but it also serve others in the most beautiful ways. 
Everyday I remind myself - I intend - to take one more step forward and to make one more effort towards making impossible possible. I don't say... it is easy - some days are easier than others to follow my intentions and </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/pages/DREAMS-THAT-CAME-TRUE/288343847456?ref=ts' title='Dreams Come True... Intention...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/287547594252331897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/06/dreams-come-true-intention.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/287547594252331897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/287547594252331897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/06/dreams-come-true-intention.html' title='Dreams Come True... Intention...'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZEXB7A6aqg/TBT-1Q_3AUI/AAAAAAAAALI/XrnkZpHpt84/s72-c/DreamsComeTrue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-7772275463399830526</id><published>2010-06-05T16:23:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:17:12.745+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Article'/><title type='text'>Oil Paintings and Drawings by ANNA EWA MIARCZYNSKA</title><summary type='text'>"Lifeline is easier to draw than to put into words.
Important meaning, encapsulated in words, becomes superficial, banal, colourless. The crucial....lies hidden between the lines.
Who am I? What do I do? And what for? Well...
I was born in Warsaw (1961), Poland, and I have spent most of my life here, even though I never fully accepted city life.
I loved drawing, so out of admiration to </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.hannah.netgaleria.eu/' title='Oil Paintings and Drawings by ANNA EWA MIARCZYNSKA'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/7772275463399830526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/06/oil-paintings-and-drawings-by-anna-ewa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/7772275463399830526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/7772275463399830526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/06/oil-paintings-and-drawings-by-anna-ewa.html' title='Oil Paintings and Drawings by ANNA EWA MIARCZYNSKA'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZEXB7A6aqg/TApgrC5YjKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bEzrOzPP7HU/s72-c/The+Tulip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-5685822074738672363</id><published>2010-06-04T02:18:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:02:24.908+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Article'/><title type='text'>When The World Crumbles All Around You...</title><summary type='text'>My best friend rang me today with an urgent question: "I need to talk with an expert! Tell me please, how do you manage to think positively when the whole world seems to crumble all around you and scater into pieces? Where do you find the energy to deal with it?"

And so I answered: "I give myself a permission to be sad or upset ...when I need so, but I don't dwell on it too long. Then, I pick </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/5685822074738672363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-world-crumbles-all-around-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/5685822074738672363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/5685822074738672363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-world-crumbles-all-around-you.html' title='When The World Crumbles All Around You...'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZEXB7A6aqg/TAhPp9hdvdI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-gvLH2zPfB4/s72-c/how-solar-energy-works-solar-sun-flares%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-36783784224029545</id><published>2010-06-03T00:10:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:01:16.876+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Article'/><title type='text'>Is the Grass Greener Somewhere Else?</title><summary type='text'>
"Never judge your brother until you have walked a mile in his moccasins!" ~
Don't you sometimes think that being someone else or taking someone else's life, your life would improve? Don't you sometimes think that for another person certain things are easier than for you? Don't you sometimes think that if you just could have that person's character or looks or money or house or... you would be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/36783784224029545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/06/is-grass-greener-somewhere-else.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/36783784224029545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/36783784224029545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/06/is-grass-greener-somewhere-else.html' title='Is the Grass Greener Somewhere Else?'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZEXB7A6aqg/TAbdkHcxBOI/AAAAAAAAAIA/alrJ9DtShtU/s72-c/green+grass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-2657233713757482974</id><published>2010-05-29T21:59:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:00:35.871+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Story'/><title type='text'>SEARCHING FOR THE MEANING OF LOVE</title><summary type='text'>This Short Story has been written spontaneously by me and my Facebook Friends: Hendrik Gabriela, Diana Bekasene, Sharon Hoffman, Pagi Asmara, David Garcia, Debbie Landis, Lupe Rodriguez-Smith, Naureen Reyes. 
Edited just a bit so that it would sound well ;-)
The Purpose of it is to show that we all have a potential and ability to create and especially write, when we allow imagination and effort </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/2657233713757482974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/05/searching-for-meaning-of-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/2657233713757482974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/2657233713757482974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/05/searching-for-meaning-of-love.html' title='SEARCHING FOR THE MEANING OF LOVE'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZEXB7A6aqg/TAF9un8SHAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zaKthtiDcyw/s72-c/rocky_mountains-1266%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-8080353184957014432</id><published>2010-05-27T15:46:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T01:59:31.516+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Foolish Thief by Rafael Stoneman</title><summary type='text'>What matter is it to me!
I've nothing left to know.
No new desires come -
only old ones recycled.
They will either take hold
or not - what difference can it make?
I've no prayers, no secret 
wishes, no memories -
just this moment, that 
can't be named, and has
no need for words - and
yet they come, on their own.
For what purpose, I can't say.
Cause and effect have faded.
Ideas of karma dissolved.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/8080353184957014432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/05/foolish-thief-by-rafael-stoneman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/8080353184957014432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/8080353184957014432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/05/foolish-thief-by-rafael-stoneman.html' title='Foolish Thief by Rafael Stoneman'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZEXB7A6aqg/S_6HVYs4qdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/KRLpr90RbU0/s72-c/water-footprint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-2364129659870304854</id><published>2010-05-14T20:31:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T01:56:31.268+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Article'/><title type='text'>Timing for Meditation... Is there a right time for meditation?</title><summary type='text'>I don’t know how about you, but I admire people who can commit themselves to get up early in the morning every day, say at 4am, and do an hour meditation. Then they do some yoga or any other form of exercise routine, and then they run couple of miles, afterwards they come home and take a shower that way beginning a new day.
I love meditation and I give time for that as often as I bring myself to </summary><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.facebook.com/pages/DREAMS-THAT-CAME-TRUE/288343847456?ref=ts' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/2364129659870304854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/05/timing-for-meditation-what-is-right.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/2364129659870304854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/2364129659870304854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/05/timing-for-meditation-what-is-right.html' title='Timing for Meditation... Is there a right time for meditation?'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZEXB7A6aqg/S-2j7q-hNZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLd6EPwfZAA/s72-c/meditation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-3387403161273444881</id><published>2010-05-12T21:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T01:55:16.316+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Article'/><title type='text'>Prayer... I Am Willing...</title><summary type='text'>Dear God,
I am willing to change what doesn’t work for me in my life.I am willing to listen with an open heart, without judging.I am willing to plant seeds that take a long time, if ever, to grow.I am willing to feel and let go.I am willing to make mistakes and learn from them.I am willing to live in the present.I am willing to forgive and forget in my heart.I am willing to love as much as my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/3387403161273444881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/05/prayer-i-am-willing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/3387403161273444881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/3387403161273444881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/05/prayer-i-am-willing.html' title='Prayer... I Am Willing...'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZEXB7A6aqg/S-sVF8wXM7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/2tlhU12ZkCg/s72-c/Prayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-7920253320077593503</id><published>2010-05-08T13:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T01:54:44.785+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Article'/><title type='text'>Persistence...</title><summary type='text'>You probably already know that you should never give up on anything. Instead you should find a way around your difficulties and conquer them. That is the language of persistence.
Have you ever thought how important this is? Have you ever achieved something so big that it required all your strength and persistence? You have probably done that several times but perhaps sometimes you didn’t </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/7920253320077593503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/05/persistence.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/7920253320077593503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/7920253320077593503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/05/persistence.html' title='Persistence...'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZEXB7A6aqg/S-VWxtFO-yI/AAAAAAAAADg/JcKI8IjvFmk/s72-c/persistence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042461174356697981.post-4049476837354613433</id><published>2010-05-07T16:24:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T01:53:52.781+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Article'/><title type='text'>Dreams...</title><summary type='text'>Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it:Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I love dreaming. I have always had dreams since being very young. They were always a refuge from bad times. Dreams protect, inspire, encourage and strengthen me. The faith they attract is remarkable. I am thankful to my vivid imagination that provides these wonderful dreams, which </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/pages/DREAMS-THAT-CAME-TRUE/288343847456?ref=ts' title='Dreams...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/feeds/4049476837354613433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/05/dreams.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/4049476837354613433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042461174356697981/posts/default/4049476837354613433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolitaasmara.blogspot.com/2010/05/dreams.html' title='Dreams...'/><author><name>Jolita Kelias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422272735512512938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OlFndGpQ5A/TuFWaTWf0rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Fcxq43q9WNI/s220/IMG-077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZEXB7A6aqg/S-QwA32l8KI/AAAAAAAAABw/Z5BX1fIglns/s72-c/full+living.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
