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I started to analyze my friendship with Miss Conservative. What is it that I don't like? I don't judge those liberals. I actually really like them. But...I don't hold much space or respect for people with conservative views. I don't hold much space or respect for their truths and their journeys with God...I judge them, and I judge them harshly. I have a need to be right....I am just as harsh as those right-wingers...ouch. </div>
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I think that's what this life is...it's practice. It's a practice in loving God & loving others. Because, I am gonna mess up. A LOT. But that doesn't mean I can give up, I need to keep practicing loving others, loving God. I am going to have to remind myself over & over again to love, to ignore the story, to see the soul...</div>
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I was reminded that it's a good thing that I am my best cheerleader - nobody else knows my struggles quite like I do. Nobody else knows my dreams quite like I do. It's important to celebrate victories, no matter how small they are. It's important for me to celebrate the person I am, the person God is growing. It is good to enjoy yourself, to be self-assured...<br />
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I know for myself, when I appreciate the things I have done, the ways I have grown, I am not looking for outside affirmation. (Yes, outside affirmation is always appreciated, but not <i>needed</i>) I am not needing to boast of what I have done, what I have learned, or how I have grown.<br />
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I think this is where Whole People come from - this place of mindfulness, self-assurance...knowing one's own faults as well as strengths, and the deep gratitude for life and the exploration of it all..Caitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928334964838363720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823931855056237482.post-7156756502892855892012-01-21T13:38:00.000-08:002012-01-21T13:38:38.412-08:00weary.Sometimes life beats me up a bit. Some things do not come easy. Some things don't go as planned. Plans are put on hold. De-tours are required. Sometimes I feel wounded, raw, sensitive, bruised, vulnerable...<br />
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Paul starts off by saying, If your sinful nature controls you, it will will control you mind, producing negativity, but if the Holy Spirit controls your spirit, than it produces things pleasing to God. He continues to contrast the two in more depth. The spirit controlled by the Holy Spirit is light and peaceful, but the spirit controlled by the sinful nature is one of hostility, muck, & general negativity, a heavy blanket. Then Paul says - but wait! Don't Forget!! You ARE controlled by the Holy Spirit! Remember, God lives in YOU! Your spirit is ALIVE! You don't have to live in the muck, You are FREE! Don't live like a fearful slave. Remember who you are - you are a child of God. He wants you to start living like one - to share in His joy, to live the good life. This doesn't mean life is easy, but it is indeed good.<br />
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This passage just breathed fresh air into my soul. Lately I have had experiences that I am not proud of. It is so easy to focus on my failings, my shortcomings, to get bogged down, to wear that heavy blanket. I think that's one of Satan's tricks, to make the negative so pervasive and so....final. If we only focus on our shortcomings and the negative, we lose sight of who God is, who we are, and who He has called us to be and the <i>incredible beauty</i> of that entire dynamic.<br />
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As I read this passage, I felt like God had pulled away my blinders, allowing me to see the periphery. Into my soul I heard, "This. This is who you are because of Me. So go. Live. Drink Deeply. & Love Freely."Caitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928334964838363720noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823931855056237482.post-89429434702197023142012-01-02T10:09:00.000-08:002012-01-02T10:09:10.775-08:00New YearI have never been one to make resolutions...they seem too limiting. And there seems to not be much forgiveness when they aren't met. <br />
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What I do believe in is setting intentions. With intentions, there is a freedom for the intention to be expressed in a multitude of ways. And there is a playfulness when exploring the different expressions of an intention...<br />
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This year's intention is to love. Intentionally & purposefully...however easy or difficult. I've realized this last week that I'm really good at loving when it's easy, when I'm joyful, and when people are like me. I am terrible at loving when it's hard, when I'm frustrated, and when people make poor choices and are different from me.<br />
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I know that love is cultivated in my life through praying, stretching, serving, & creating. <br />
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Here's to a lovely 2012Caitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928334964838363720noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823931855056237482.post-45493179382200857312011-12-27T10:38:00.000-08:002011-12-27T10:38:03.391-08:002011.Now that the craziness of Christmas is over, I actually have some time to think! And thus comes the necessary reflections of 2011. <br />
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I can clearly remember my HIGH expectations of 2011. And I have to admit they were met. 2011 was incredible. As I'm sitting down to reflect, I'm realizing this was a defining year for me. I've really started to "come into my own". It was a year of new things - yoga, career, relationship, vegan, GF...(although the veganism didn't last long!). It was a year of growth - I AM, TRM skills, externship, relationship. <br />
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In 2011, I realized my passion of discipleship - discipleship defined as helping someone unlock who they are, and using that for higher potential. (Thank you to Samuel, Elaine, Genevieve, Falisha, DeeDee for helping my realization as well as giving me opportunities to practice).<br />
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And now onto 2012. 2012 is going to be exponentially greater. To be honest, when I think of 2012, I am scared shitless...but also exhilarated at the same time. 2012 is my year. It is now or never.Caitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928334964838363720noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823931855056237482.post-69741788019617923342011-12-10T11:28:00.000-08:002011-12-10T11:28:58.553-08:00Sometimes. Sometimes I think I know what's best, I think I know what I need to do, who I need to be, where I need to go, the steps to take to get there...and then I realize that this, this right here is just fine. Here, in the now, is exactly RIGHT.<br />
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Right now (as stated earlier this week) , I have a deep thirst for doing, for being, for making a difference. My eyes are wide open to all the need that is around me and around the world. I went to a Free the Slaves benefit this past week that really inspired me The only choice I have is to do <i>something</i>.<br />
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I had a couple of really great experiences at work this week. No, I didn't miraculously "fix" a kid's "r", or teach him language in a great way...actually our session had nothing to do with speech or language. After working with these 2 boys, I felt alive. It was one of those experiences, that I felt, "Man, I was created for this very moment". On my drive back to the office, I realized that this is what I want to do, this is what I am created to do. I've learned that working with people, listening to them, helping them realize their potential is quite possibly my favorite thing on this planet. This is how I can do <i>something</i>. So, I began to toy with the idea of going back to school to become a licensed clinical social worker...To have the credential, to be "legit" at this....and to do this full-time...<br />
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I don't know when...I don't know what...but I am adventurously expectant for that, that is to come...Caitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928334964838363720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823931855056237482.post-68376422262123889232011-11-21T09:40:00.000-08:002011-11-21T09:40:25.058-08:00Happenstance.Our lives are built upon these coincidences that I happen to believe are not coincidences at all.<br />
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This past quarter I have been struggling with what I am going to do when I'm done with school. I have a vague idea of what I want to do, but have had no idea of how to actually achieve the steps to get from Point A (graduation) to Point B (beginning of my dreams). Last week I went to the ASHA (American-Speech-Hearing & Language) National Convention and was able to get some good tips on those first steps.<br />
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This past weekend I played wing-man for a dear friend. (And I played it well, I might add). During the evening I had a great conversation with another* in the group that built upon everything I was experiencing that week. I explained my dream of traveling speech (stateside) and my current thirst for adventure. He asked what my dream job would be and I replied traveling internationally, living in spots for up to a year, practicing speech path. He replied, "Ok, do it." Which my reply was, "I don't speak tongues." And he said, "So learn." <br />
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At my yoga studio, the instructors are constantly encouraging us to do our best possible. Because if we are doing our best possible there is no room for disappointment or regret.<br />
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But this afternoon, as I was reading my favorite <a href="http://www.littlethingsandcuriosities.com/">blogger's</a> recent happenings, I had a kaleidoscope experience.<br />
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I used to think I needed to fill my day up chock full of activities or else I wouldn't truly be living. (No wonder I felt so guilty). But this afternoon, I realized it's not that I "do" each day to the fullest, but enjoy each day to the fullest. Enjoying each day to the fullest is so much easier - it just seems to take the pressure out of it... I shouldn't feel guilty about my newest habit of afternoon naps or staying in & reading my book with a bowl of oatmeal. <br />
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Caitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928334964838363720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823931855056237482.post-40594606264625823952011-07-03T10:25:00.001-07:002011-07-03T10:25:45.252-07:00Sweet Sunday Tunes<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JAhEnrOoR8w" width="560"></iframe>Caitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928334964838363720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823931855056237482.post-41365504087532079512011-06-30T14:13:00.000-07:002011-06-30T14:13:24.050-07:00Reset ButtonYesterday, I got off of a stressful day at work, and headed out to the beach with Nicole. I am having a rough time at my externship because after talking with classmates, it seems they are doing more. It came to a head with an exchange I had with my clinical instructor. (I was just not understanding her expectations) And so it was a perfect afternoon to hit "Reset".<br />
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Once I saw the green-blue ocean, it's power started to work. After only sitting on the sand for about 20 minutes, I got my "beach high". An all-over calm set in and stayed for the duration of the evening....Reset had happened. <br />
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Last night my boyfriend asked me what my favorite thing to do at the beach was, and I didn't really have an answer for him. He replied with, "I'm just trying to understand why you LOVE it SO much" to which I replied:<br />
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"Because it's the best visual of God for me. It's so big, stretches farther than I can see, it's deeper than I can possibly imagine, and it connects everything together. (The 7 oceans really are just 1 big ocean) and the waves are so powerful and can be unpredictable. I am just reminded how insignificant my life and my problems are. The combination of the rhythm of the waves, the sun, the smell of salt...nothing can compare."<br />
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<li style="text-align: left;">Hiking in Malibu</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Beachy Days</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Beachy Nights complete with roasting marshmallows (since I missed out on Nicole's birthday)</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Try lots of popsicle recipes!</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Outdoor Cinema Food Fest (August 20-Indiana Jones & glen iris and the quiet)</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Runyon Canyon Yoga</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Hollywood Bowl with Peder (Aug. 25)</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Hotel Cafe</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Scoops Gelato</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Movie at Hollywood Forever Cemetery </li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Sunset Junction (Aug. 26 &/or Aug. 27)</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">LEARN TO PARALLEL PARK!</li>
</ul>I'm sure that as the summer goes on I will add more adventures!Caitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928334964838363720noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823931855056237482.post-62943955296757937942011-06-16T09:45:00.000-07:002011-06-16T09:45:49.523-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
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