<?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-4160538376727122614</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:51:14.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Religious life or not?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sunshine Flows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/TMALFC7iaoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d4aNP-IwGLY/S220/Crystree.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160538376727122614.post-6585117175425348159</id><published>2008-05-02T16:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T16:34:20.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/SBt6tRwOPbI/AAAAAAAAADo/vyNNYd60eME/s1600-h/DSCN0516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/SBt6tRwOPbI/AAAAAAAAADo/vyNNYd60eME/s320/DSCN0516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195881513380363698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some down time now..so I found a poem that I wrote a few months ago that kind of sums me up right now, in how I feel and what is going on within my self!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translations lot in words&lt;br /&gt;Words of thoughts unspoken&lt;br /&gt;unknown reasons of thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persuasion of the mind&lt;br /&gt;Links of unhearing contemplation&lt;br /&gt;Surprised unknowing naivity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facing things you fear&lt;br /&gt;Learning about faith&lt;br /&gt;sinking into oblivion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these things enter the mind of one&lt;br /&gt;who is truely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope that you enjoyed my little poem..and my attempt to be philosophical,&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who read my poetry blog, I apologize for not keeping up with it...I will post another poem...RIIIGHT NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160538376727122614-6585117175425348159?l=nunornone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/feeds/6585117175425348159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160538376727122614&amp;postID=6585117175425348159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/6585117175425348159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/6585117175425348159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/2008/05/poem.html' title='Poem...'/><author><name>Sunshine Flows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/TMALFC7iaoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d4aNP-IwGLY/S220/Crystree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/SBt6tRwOPbI/AAAAAAAAADo/vyNNYd60eME/s72-c/DSCN0516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160538376727122614.post-4186498025583572911</id><published>2008-04-25T22:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:53:40.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Limbo Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/SBKZKbM-8AI/AAAAAAAAADg/7jW7lHrBuFA/s1600-h/n17702222_30894863_8683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/SBKZKbM-8AI/AAAAAAAAADg/7jW7lHrBuFA/s320/n17702222_30894863_8683.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193381724691558402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Alright, so I have been lacking on the writing here..but life has been just a tad crazy here, as things in Camphill have really heated up &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;and are just now starting to cool down&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;What with Aspen house having to totally split up, and me being the first one to go, I must admit my life took quite a tramatic and dramatic turn ...but let me catch you up on the happenings of my life here.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;In February, I went home for a week, which was lovely.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was also part of the Good Friday play here (which was awesome), during this play I sprained my knee...but now they arent sure it was a sprain because I am still in some pain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I visited Beaver Run, and absolutely loved it. I have been accepted into 2nd year seminar and will continue there with the curative education course. I think it will be a great change.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aspen house has totally been emptied out, but I moved first so actually didnt get to help with the packing and moving, which on a soul level really bothered me. Everytime someone who wasnt emotionally attached to that house told me they were going to help pack i couldnt help but cry. I am still not over it, as the final moves happened just this week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was placed back in a care house as an extra help, and it just so happened that at this time our oldest villager ( who is 94) broke his hip...meaning I came accidentally at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I heard back from the Salesian sisters but their come and see weekends arent good for my camphill schedule...I am trying to find another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;But now I am still in Camphill Limbo as i like to call it, not really feeling connected to the village anymore (wierd, after 2 years of pouring my heart and soul into it I am not feeling connected). I dont know why this is...&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I guess I am looking for more in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160538376727122614-4186498025583572911?l=nunornone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/feeds/4186498025583572911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160538376727122614&amp;postID=4186498025583572911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/4186498025583572911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/4186498025583572911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/2008/04/limbo-again.html' title='Limbo Again...'/><author><name>Sunshine Flows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/TMALFC7iaoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d4aNP-IwGLY/S220/Crystree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/SBKZKbM-8AI/AAAAAAAAADg/7jW7lHrBuFA/s72-c/n17702222_30894863_8683.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160538376727122614.post-5336676618921639483</id><published>2008-01-14T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T16:43:04.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Illness</title><content type='html'>I am apologizing now for this upcoming week and last week. I have an illness that gets the better of me, so I haven't really been online much, nor will i probably be able to write this coming week.&lt;br /&gt;I will however, post the link for my article in  "the Catholic Review", when it is online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Crys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160538376727122614-5336676618921639483?l=nunornone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/feeds/5336676618921639483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160538376727122614&amp;postID=5336676618921639483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/5336676618921639483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/5336676618921639483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/2008/01/illness.html' title='Illness'/><author><name>Sunshine Flows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/TMALFC7iaoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d4aNP-IwGLY/S220/Crystree.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160538376727122614.post-2999013176564067493</id><published>2008-01-09T16:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T16:41:35.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The way its gotta be..</title><content type='html'>I guess my procrastination has paid off!&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard back from the Salesians, So I am assuming that they find me not serious in my search for my destiny. But, Its their lose.&lt;br /&gt;I also haven't heard back from the lifechoices director, so I suppose I may have came off as rude or not serious to her as well. I dont mean to come off this way to anyone...It just happens and I can't erase it.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard from the Daughters of St. Paul since before Christmas...I am even wondering if they remember I exist!&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts yeah i know, they run away with my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have however confirmed the dates with Beaver Run. So I will be visiting the Camphill Special school in April...though I haven't recieved a phone call from them, so I am getting a bit anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I have learned..and am still learning in this process is Patience..cause lord knows, I never recieve instant gratification!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160538376727122614-2999013176564067493?l=nunornone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/feeds/2999013176564067493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160538376727122614&amp;postID=2999013176564067493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/2999013176564067493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/2999013176564067493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/2008/01/way-its-gotta-be.html' title='The way its gotta be..'/><author><name>Sunshine Flows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/TMALFC7iaoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d4aNP-IwGLY/S220/Crystree.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160538376727122614.post-5266607948972354178</id><published>2008-01-08T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T08:35:16.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Discernment!</title><content type='html'>Alright, aside from my rather recent hiatus of discernment, or rather my persistant procrastination. I would like to inform you that I am back on the discernment track, well I never left it, I only got sidetracked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have begun to read "The Passion Test", which was a suggestion given to me by the director of the LifeChoices program of "the Adorers." I am not sure as to whether the book will bring any clear insight into anything in my life right now, but we shall see how the course of things turns out.&lt;br /&gt;I had already arranged a come and see weekend with the Salesians, but as my luck would have it, it doesnt work out with my house, which is a bummer because I was really looking forward to it, but if God will's be to get there, I shall get there in due time, however i am afraid (as I often am) that Sr. Colleen is beginning to think that I am not serious about my discernment, which I could see how. I mean I arrange this weekend and then cancel, it could be as if I really don't want to come, or that for the lack of a better phrase "I'm bullshitting." Which simply isn't true.&lt;br /&gt;As I have had to make a decision: I have applied at the Camphill Special School in PA, which is where my heart is drawing me, as I love children and one of my passions (not derived from the passion test) is working with people who have developmental disabilities, and I have to visit the school before I am fully accepted as I may find out, which I highly doubt, that I don't reallylike it there, in which case I will have to find a new path. The other choice was the Salesian weekend. I felt as though I was being pulled in 2 directions. As, I am going to friends wedding in february and am already gone for a week! At least at this time I plan to be gone for a week. So that means I really can't go anywhere for a month or so... and my houseparents leave in april, so I have to be here after they leave. My visit with the school is april 16th-19th. So that leaves march but, as i am away in both april and february for extended amounts of time, I am unable to do anything in march. So I believe I may have to wait til June to visit the Salesians!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I am, nothing too invigorating or exciting I know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160538376727122614-5266607948972354178?l=nunornone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/feeds/5266607948972354178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160538376727122614&amp;postID=5266607948972354178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/5266607948972354178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/5266607948972354178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-discernment.html' title='Back to Discernment!'/><author><name>Sunshine Flows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/TMALFC7iaoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d4aNP-IwGLY/S220/Crystree.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160538376727122614.post-8538476431951103022</id><published>2008-01-05T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T23:02:24.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Even the sun gets clouded vision</title><content type='html'>Alright, I know I am an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; procrastinator but I had this dream last night. Let me give you a little background on the scenario. I was talking to this guy last year, who is in this band whom I am a loyal fan of. And things were going swimmingly but he was shy and so was I so nothing actually happened between us..but here is the kicker. I go on vacation and come back and he has a girlfriend (or something like it) and that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; bother me because we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;weren't&lt;/span&gt; dating...what bothers me is the fact that now that he is with her he ignores all of the fans (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; me) and it gets annoying after a while!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my Birthday and a group of us coworkers drove an hour to go see the band. Now, the band knows me and we have become friends. And all of the band members while on stage Said "Happy Birthday, Crystal" except him lets call him J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now leading into the dream. I am a rather firm believer in the superstitious oldwives tale that the dream you have on the night of your birthday predicts how your year will be or events that may happen, so without much further ado my dream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;The dream was clearer than any dream I have had in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;A group of coworkers from camphill and I go to the coffee shop where J works and when I get to the register I must have a look of annoyance on my face because J looks into my eyes (he has a wierd way of reading my thoughts through my eyes) and apologizes for ignoring me and being petty. Then we start to talk again like before, only this time we seem to get closer to eachother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Then it jumps to a couple weeks later and we are at one of his bands concerts and I am outside talking to one of the other band leaders. J comes over to me with his girlfriend and introduces us (i think she knows that he used to like me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Then out of the blue R (his girlfriend) becomes a nun or rather turns into one. And she grabs me and tells me I must enter the convent because of my impure thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I am in total shock at this statement, as I wasnt having any "impure" thoughts at that time...I was just Happy (I dont know what it is with this band but their concerts come at the most convient times in my life, when my soul needs therapy). So now, I am stuck between the nun and J ,Then J grabs my arm and whispers do you trust me? I say yes with a little hesitation, then out of the blue He kisses me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;The nun then grabs me back towards her and says i must go with her to the convent to confession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Then the nun disappears and R reaappears. And in a moment of total wierdness within the dream She gives me a hug and we are friends (which i can almost gaurantee wont happen).Then J gets up the courage (which i think he lacks) to tell R that he has feelings for me and always has and that his relationship with her was just a test of sorts to sort out his real feelings for me...Then J kisses me again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Then there is the nun again and she tells me that I have to make a decision right then on the spot to either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;go with her to the convent and let R be with J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;or be known as the chick who tore apart the relationship of J and R...and be with J and be Eternally happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At this point I woke up crying...I guess my mind was working overtime. I actually dont care what you may think, whether this was just a rambling of my imagination or a story i made up because i want this fantasy to come true..BUT it is honestly the dream I had last night. And I , being an overly analytical person...have tried to analyze this dream to peices and have been unsuccessful at it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Maybe you can help??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160538376727122614-8538476431951103022?l=nunornone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/feeds/8538476431951103022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160538376727122614&amp;postID=8538476431951103022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/8538476431951103022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/8538476431951103022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/2008/01/even-sun-gets-clouded-vision.html' title='Even the sun gets clouded vision'/><author><name>Sunshine Flows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/TMALFC7iaoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d4aNP-IwGLY/S220/Crystree.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160538376727122614.post-8877952420256485390</id><published>2008-01-05T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T22:06:20.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Limbo</title><content type='html'>Someone on myspace wrote to me when I asked the question how do you know you are called to religious life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I've had people tell me "it'll be perfectly clear to you" when I was discussing my discernment. Problem is that that is not always the case, especially when you're not the community to start with. I have found that the best way to discern is to actually visit and spend time with different communities. Sometimes we can get these really romantic views of things in our head only to get there and realize that it's nowhere near what we wanted. So my advice: visit communities; if you feel something drawing you, investigate it. And of course: PRAY."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I have visited communities. And I know about the romantic view and the thing is when visiting the communtities they seem just like that..a romantic view of what religious life should be, sometimes I wonder if the sisters are just putting on a show for the discerners that weekend!! I dunno! I pray but I just keep going back and forth. It gets annoying not just for me but for everybody else cause one time i will say that i am becoming a sister and then 8 months down the line I am talking about this guy I am dating or interested in, I suppose though its their romantical views coming into play as well! They believe that one who may become a sister has to be a virgin and isnt interested in male companionship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to another empasse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOMONE HELP ME PLEASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I also apologize for not writing about christmas and the holy nights..havent had much time but this evening I should have plenty of time, since I am off! So I will most likely write this evening then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160538376727122614-8877952420256485390?l=nunornone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/feeds/8877952420256485390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160538376727122614&amp;postID=8877952420256485390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/8877952420256485390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/8877952420256485390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/2008/01/limbo.html' title='Limbo'/><author><name>Sunshine Flows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/TMALFC7iaoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d4aNP-IwGLY/S220/Crystree.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160538376727122614.post-3938843730340409916</id><published>2007-12-31T08:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T08:23:11.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>??!!??!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I apologize that this and the past few entries havent been about discernment really. But I have some interesting things going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt unsupported?? Not in a discernment kind of way but in general. i got accused recently of not having enough team spirit within the house, but I didnt have the courage to stand up to the house father and tell him that his incredulous attitude towards things is probably the reason for it. I didnt get to chose to live in this house, I got placed here...BUT peoples spirits are not at ease here, and I truely believe it is the housefather to blame.. let me explain: He leaves in april (along with the housemother and their child) so he is already step back from responsibility (not that he really claimed any to begin with) and the house feels it, along with the people in the house. I mean how does he have time to teach a seminar course but not enough time to sit in the living room with the villagers??&lt;br /&gt;And by him creating this chaotic atmosphere, my world has flipped upside down as well, My room is a mess, I havent filled in my americorps paper work in 3 months, i barely have times for showers (i have to take them during morning work time)...I just dont understand. So i feel unsupported by houseparents who dont give a shit...now why am i complaining?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160538376727122614-3938843730340409916?l=nunornone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/feeds/3938843730340409916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160538376727122614&amp;postID=3938843730340409916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/3938843730340409916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/3938843730340409916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='??!!??!'/><author><name>Sunshine Flows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/TMALFC7iaoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d4aNP-IwGLY/S220/Crystree.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160538376727122614.post-3340936570820463610</id><published>2007-12-27T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T09:31:18.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>things are back on the up and up</title><content type='html'>Oh...&lt;br /&gt;things are getting better..just wanted to inform my readers. I will have time later to go into detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also revamped my myspace so check it out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMILE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160538376727122614-3340936570820463610?l=nunornone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/feeds/3340936570820463610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160538376727122614&amp;postID=3340936570820463610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/3340936570820463610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/3340936570820463610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/2007/12/things-are-back-on-up-and-up.html' title='things are back on the up and up'/><author><name>Sunshine Flows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/TMALFC7iaoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d4aNP-IwGLY/S220/Crystree.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160538376727122614.post-5906095648884748201</id><published>2007-12-24T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T23:20:13.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I GOT IT!!!</title><content type='html'>I have been pondering my perdicament...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I have come to the conclusion as to the reason why I don't really get along with the young coworkers here is the fact that most of them are&lt;em&gt; AETHISTS&lt;/em&gt;, and I don't have a problem with them being atheists...but they have a problem with me actually believing in GOD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it sad actually that most young people today don't believe. Its their choice, but I think is has to do with the media and possibly other factors. I am actually amazed at how many of the 25 young coworkers here are aetheists.... let me see about 12, what does that say about todays youth. and these 12 are under the age of 20... its their generation I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They find me gullible because i believe that God created the world, and therefore us in it...further more I believe in the whole nativity story, though I am also sure there were snippets left out, but with any story really, there are parts left out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to those of you out there who don't believe... I like you for who you are (but why do you celebrate Christmas (just wondering)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for those who do believe : MERRY CHRISTMAS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I BELIEVE IN JESUS AND MARY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160538376727122614-5906095648884748201?l=nunornone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/feeds/5906095648884748201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160538376727122614&amp;postID=5906095648884748201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/5906095648884748201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/5906095648884748201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-got-it.html' title='I GOT IT!!!'/><author><name>Sunshine Flows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/TMALFC7iaoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d4aNP-IwGLY/S220/Crystree.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160538376727122614.post-8342868249457349058</id><published>2007-12-23T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T20:55:13.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/R28RCIdXCPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/y9BIvaQP3eE/s1600-h/DSCN0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147351627435804914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/R28RCIdXCPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/y9BIvaQP3eE/s320/DSCN0132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;"Sometimes I wonder who I am, Do I belong, Do I fit in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Make believin' is hard alone, Out here on my own \&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;We're always provin' who we are Always reachin' for the risin' star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;To guide me far And shine me home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Out here on my own"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;These lyrics describe how I am feeling right now. No, I didn't write them, they are from a song by Irene Cara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I feel lost and alone, and though I know that isn't the case, let me elaborate&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have come to the conclusion that &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;not everyone can accept me&lt;/span&gt;, I came to this conclusion once when I was in High school and had to deal with the girl on girl drama that comes with an all girls catholic school. But I never imagined tha I could be bashed aside in such a lovely place as camphill. I am here now in the 5th month of my second year and it is drastically different from last year, has a wierder vibe (an almost ugly one) and it makes me feel uneasy at times. Last year, all the coworkers got along and hung out together, never excluded anyone. This year Cliques have formed and there are all sorts of exclusions going on. I feel like the odd duck I suppose. No one really callse me to see how i am or if i would like to go out, though I call them and let them know of events that might interest them (and I know I shouldn't be asking for anything in return) BUT it would be nice if I felt accepted again. I am totally accepted by the villagers and i love them all dearly. Even, the other young coworker in my house seems to have problems with me, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am older and more experienced yet when it comes to standing up to authority, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i am a coward...&lt;/span&gt;I admit this, something happened to my soul last year that caused this to happen, I used to be extremely out spoken but now it seems all i can do is talk the talk, forget about walking the walk..I suppose I should work on building that courage back up, if I ever want to get anywhere in life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hey, its christmas... not a time to be sad, and I'm not, cause through these things I have learned that maybe who I thought I was before wasn't who I really am meant to be. And being alone isn't all that bad, though I am a people person and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; it does get quite lonely!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;MERRY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160538376727122614-8342868249457349058?l=nunornone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/feeds/8342868249457349058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160538376727122614&amp;postID=8342868249457349058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/8342868249457349058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/8342868249457349058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/2007/12/sometimes-i-wonder.html' title='Sometimes I wonder'/><author><name>Sunshine Flows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/TMALFC7iaoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d4aNP-IwGLY/S220/Crystree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/R28RCIdXCPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/y9BIvaQP3eE/s72-c/DSCN0132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160538376727122614.post-5334447162977030677</id><published>2007-12-18T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T23:25:18.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BIG QUESTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AM I READY TO TAKE A LEAP OF FAITH AND LET GOD TAKE CONTROL OF MY DESTINY??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160538376727122614-5334447162977030677?l=nunornone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/feeds/5334447162977030677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160538376727122614&amp;postID=5334447162977030677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/5334447162977030677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/5334447162977030677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/2007/12/big-question.html' title='THE BIG QUESTION'/><author><name>Sunshine Flows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/TMALFC7iaoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d4aNP-IwGLY/S220/Crystree.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160538376727122614.post-1422058601406074514</id><published>2007-12-16T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T22:39:36.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Play!</title><content type='html'>Alright, currently I am going bonkers trying to get these darn medieval lines down so I thought, my adoring fans would like to have a gander at what I am actually rehearsing! I will type my lines (as I have memorized them) below and tomorrow I will copy directly from the script and see where I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hail Mary, full of glory and grace, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;gentle and still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the Lord has looked with favour upon thy face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mary, have you heard tell of how man's first parents fell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E'en so Mary, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;greivous was the cost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Adams beauty blemished, edens bliss was lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and Eve as fair as a flower in the field, when she stepped from adam's heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;grew faded as she wept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(to audience) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Earth itsself faded as man's father fell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;all was wailing that before was well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The fervent sun, he waxed all wan with woe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the buxom stars fainted upon the night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and the morning moon, ceased half the month to glow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All swarthy grew fair middle earth below lacking its light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(to Mary)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so, through Eve's folly and Adam's sin piteous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the plight all mankind is in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but GOD their hardship heeds and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;has conned well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;How he their cares can quell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BEHOLD, a maiden shall concieve a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yet by no stain of sin shall be defiled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and by his birth beguiler be beguiled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;for in this boy, God shall be man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and on a tree defeat man's dole,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and save for him his soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So must all be as when these bales began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;once more A MAN, A MAIDEN, AND A TREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;this is REDEMPTIONS SUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Since a fallen angel came to Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so must an unfallen one come to retrieve his dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fairest of favour, so to yourself I come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When in the temple,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;suitors to woo you pressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh, Mary, recall how josephs rod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;flared into flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and how their came from god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a gentle dove upon the flower to rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So doth come Gods dove now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to build its nest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;upon the blossoming bough that is yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;therein to sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Even in my speaking has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;his spirit lit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to shine through your maiden head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;like sun through glass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh I hope I have it down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160538376727122614-1422058601406074514?l=nunornone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/feeds/1422058601406074514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160538376727122614&amp;postID=1422058601406074514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/1422058601406074514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/1422058601406074514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/2007/12/play.html' title='Play!'/><author><name>Sunshine Flows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/TMALFC7iaoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d4aNP-IwGLY/S220/Crystree.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160538376727122614.post-3138845042032152025</id><published>2007-12-16T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T22:28:01.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One More thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;One more thing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am a musical theatre child. I have grown-up with it, and want to continue to be involved. I have like 33 plays/musicals under my hat, and I wouldn't change the feel of performing for anything in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Would I have to give it up?? That is my biggest fear, giving up my one major passion, though it would be for another passion... I dunno!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Can someone please put a light on this situation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160538376727122614-3138845042032152025?l=nunornone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/feeds/3138845042032152025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160538376727122614&amp;postID=3138845042032152025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/3138845042032152025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/3138845042032152025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-mor-thing-i-am-musical-theatre.html' title='One More thing...'/><author><name>Sunshine Flows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/TMALFC7iaoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d4aNP-IwGLY/S220/Crystree.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160538376727122614.post-3236248713471691412</id><published>2007-12-15T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T21:29:22.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more questions...</title><content type='html'>Alright,&lt;br /&gt;so after yesterday I thought of some more questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;What about my favorite &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;books&lt;/span&gt;, can I take those with me?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What about &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;visiting with family&lt;/span&gt;. How often can you make home visits? Do you have ask your family to pay for transportation? And how long can you stay?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know all of the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mysteries of the rosary&lt;/span&gt;..do i have to know them in order to join?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;How do you know&lt;/span&gt; which order is right for you? I know this is really vague but...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those are all the questions that popped into my head today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160538376727122614-3236248713471691412?l=nunornone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/feeds/3236248713471691412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160538376727122614&amp;postID=3236248713471691412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/3236248713471691412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/3236248713471691412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/2007/12/more-questions.html' title='more questions...'/><author><name>Sunshine Flows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/TMALFC7iaoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d4aNP-IwGLY/S220/Crystree.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160538376727122614.post-4748925473207500495</id><published>2007-12-14T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T22:28:21.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I am now going to ask the questions that have been going through my head...I hope that anyone reading this doesn't find it offensive. It is just a way for me to vent my concerns about religious life!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Habits&lt;/span&gt;: do you wear them all the time, even when you go on vacation? Do you have a special sleeping habit? Do you own street clothes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What is one allowed to have in their rooms?&lt;/span&gt; If you have favorite stuffed animals, can you keep them (or small collections) How about CD players (I can't live without music) and Computers...I know some have them in their rooms and others in a common area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Email,&lt;/span&gt; does every sister get to use email? Or do you have to wait until you reach a certain part in your formation? What about &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Digital camera's&lt;/span&gt; I love taking pictures and I would hate to give up the 2 years worth of photos on my camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cellphones&lt;/span&gt;..I know some sisters who have them. Do all sisters get a cell phone? What about use of the house phone..are there designated times to use it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Television&lt;/span&gt;..now, I don't watch alot of t.v. but do you have televisions? How do you keep up with all the entertainment news?? or dvd's * I have a few favorite dvds* would I have to donate them to the motherhouse or give them away? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Education&lt;/span&gt;. Do you have to have BA before you join? I know some orders that you don't but I mean what is the real criteria here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Alright, those are all the questions I can think of now. I know that they seem a bit materialistic and I am ashamed of myself for thinking like that , but I know I have a few treasured things from childhood that I would like to bring with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160538376727122614-4748925473207500495?l=nunornone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/feeds/4748925473207500495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160538376727122614&amp;postID=4748925473207500495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/4748925473207500495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/4748925473207500495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/2007/12/questions.html' title='Questions...'/><author><name>Sunshine Flows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/TMALFC7iaoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d4aNP-IwGLY/S220/Crystree.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160538376727122614.post-7613018615943534553</id><published>2007-12-12T08:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T08:34:02.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticipation</title><content type='html'>Christmas is getting closer, I can feel it in the air. The wieghted anticipation of the Christmas season, but as soon as it comes, it goes again.&lt;br /&gt;This year, the people in my house are a little overly anxious about presents...the house I was in last year, didnt believe in presents, so we each got one (and of course whatever our families sent), but it seemed kind of pointless to me. I mean yeah you get these presents..and unless they are clothes, you hardly use them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, whatever. I am by no means a "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;scrooge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" but sometimes the gifts just dont make any sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I have initated a little giving movement in my house. I have asked that each person pick at least 2 articles of clothing to give away. This way they have the feeling of doing something good &lt;em&gt;AND &lt;/em&gt;they have extra room in their closets.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the rooms here are so cluttered with things, and i know i shouldnt talk because i am such a pack rat, but that is going to change in february, I will go home and go through all of my stuffed animals. I have so many and most are in storage containers...I am sure there are other little kids who will love them just as much as I did!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming sunday is traditionally the lighting of the pink candle. Here in camphill, we don't have a different colored candle, so it doesnt signify anything except that another week  has past, and its almost christmas. This bothers me as well. When I was a child I would get so excited and anxious and say "I can't wait til christmas," much like people here, But then my aunt would light the pink candle and do an advent meditation, explaining that this candle is to repesent patience...we have to be patient when it comes to the lord. He hasn't been born yet, and he may be the savior but his feelings are still there, we dont want to scare baby Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;As I grew older that stuck with me and I would still get anxious around christmas and then the pink candle was lit...and i would somehow  calm down. I miss the pink candle!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weeks daily bible reading is the first part of the visitation (the 4th Joyful Mystery!), and I love this reading because it leads up to &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"the Magnificat,"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I CANT WAIT TO READ IT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it interesting how that particular reading is the same sunday as the pink candle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160538376727122614-7613018615943534553?l=nunornone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/feeds/7613018615943534553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160538376727122614&amp;postID=7613018615943534553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/7613018615943534553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/7613018615943534553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/2007/12/anticipation.html' title='Anticipation'/><author><name>Sunshine Flows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/TMALFC7iaoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d4aNP-IwGLY/S220/Crystree.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160538376727122614.post-3538903903238630470</id><published>2007-12-10T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T22:04:49.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wow...things just keep getting clearer</title><content type='html'>Today was a pretty smooth day. We had an ice storm last night so this morning all the workshops were canceled... and I was so happy because I didnt have to cook. I was running out of ideas, at the time we only have potatoes, beets and carrots..YUM!!&lt;br /&gt;However we did have a few rocky patches. One of the "villagers" got angry and threw a bowl of chopped onions at me. I have gotten used to this "abuse" it happens when our daily schedule gets messed up, not to mention when we are stuck in the house for almost 3 days straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUt, whatever! The reason why I am writing this is because a friend of mine sent me to my hometowns diocesesan website to the link where they have a "vocations anonymous" test. A list of questions that you answer yes or no to. Apparently if you answer YEs to more than 3 of the questions you should contact your local vocations office because you have serious potential!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see how I stack up!&lt;br /&gt;1. Does the idea of becoming a priest or religious keep coming back time and time again even though you thought you had moved on in your life and forgotten about it? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wow... this is interesting isn't it. We all know that the answer to this is YES. This comes back at least 1x a year...except this last year it has been rather constant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you feel called to give more, to be more? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here is another question. That given previous blog entries, most people would know the answer to. Yes... I have always yearned for more and said that there's got to be more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Does your relationship with God sustain you, enliven you, invigorate you in such a way that you want to share the Good News with others?&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Okay, to be honest here. I have a pretty good relationship with God. God definitely keeps me going, through good and bad. But I believe that I need to strengthen my relationship before I can talk to others openly about my relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you find your weekly ministry more live-giving and energizing that your 40 to 60 hour work week?&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I am not sure what is being asked here. However, I feel that my living in camphill is a ministry of sorts, in itself so...YES most definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you long for "MORE?" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Isn't this the same question as number 3? I am not sure, but in any case...YES. My life seems like I am missing something...a big chunk is not there...a void.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you have a sneaking suspicion that you are on the brink of a major life decision?&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; At this current time. YES!! I am beginning to think that this quiz is psychic. I am definitely on the brink of making a MAJOR life decision... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you afraid to tell friends and family that you are thinking about a Church vocation? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, I think that this is a tricky one because wouldnt those women who are sure of there vocation not have problem? Anyways... I am afraid to some extent. Though, I know that my family will be happy, as I have wanted to be a sister for a longtime, but never really had the courage I believe...and a couple of my friends, well I'm afraid of their reactions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Does the idea of becoming a priest or religious excite you and at the same time frighten you because you feel "unworthy?"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Hmmm... It excites me and I light up just thinking about it, sometimes I wonder if in my head I am making it seem like something its not. The "unworthy" portion... I do feel slightly unworthy but at the same time God has put me through so many trials and tribulations to this point that I believe I SHOULD BE HAPPY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WOW! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I believe I may have future of a religious vocation ahead of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In other good news, I have heard from the 3 orders that I am most interested in...or basically I have narrowed my search/research to the following three orders:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Daughter's of St. Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Salesian Sisters of St. John Bosco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and finally &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The Daughters of Charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;So, I have some work ahead of me... please keep the prayers coming!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;JESUS LOVES YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160538376727122614-3538903903238630470?l=nunornone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/feeds/3538903903238630470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160538376727122614&amp;postID=3538903903238630470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/3538903903238630470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/3538903903238630470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/2007/12/wowthings-just-keep-getting-clearer.html' title='wow...things just keep getting clearer'/><author><name>Sunshine Flows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/TMALFC7iaoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d4aNP-IwGLY/S220/Crystree.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160538376727122614.post-6448411446934380683</id><published>2007-12-07T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T16:28:59.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes it hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/R1sMiAUA8VI/AAAAAAAAABA/qym-aMwzrio/s1600-h/DSCN0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141717177912586578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/R1sMiAUA8VI/AAAAAAAAABA/qym-aMwzrio/s320/DSCN0125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life takes random twists and turns. It divides this way and that. My mind isn't always sure of things. Even now, my mind ceases to rest. I sometimes suffer from the insomniatic pulses of a restless mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today IS NO DIFFERENT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up with a feeling of bliss, though in my heart there was torment of some kind. I couldnt figure it out and I still can't. I suppose its because I haven't heard back from the order I am most interested in. This will be weighing on my mind for quite sometime, partially because when I was 19 and wanted to join an order I was told to experience more life...including having a boyfriend, so that I knew that becoming a sister was what I truly wanted. I knew then that it was and I was crushed that I couldnt join at that very moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lived life..never had another boyfriend besides the one I had in High School , and the desire to join a religious community kept coming back to me. It never really left, but there were times when it was in the back of my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends always wondered why I didnt have a boyfriend, or didnt try to find one. I wasn't that interested, inside I knew that I would wind up joining a religious community. I just had to hear God's call again to confirm it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had several calls but I was hesitant to say yes to him...I was afraid of being judged, of my friends not wanting to be friends with me anymore...I was afraid that there would be something more in life that I would miss. All this time, I found Jesus was missing! I have vowed to my master now, that I will turn from my sinful ways, I stopped smoking about a month ago (cold turkey, miracle), I have less to do with alcohol, and I prefer to stay home and read rather than go out and party...you may say that it has to do with growing up...true, but it also has to do with my new life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to be very easily irritated, but now, I am able to let things flow past me without them getting under my skin! I yearn to be a bride of christ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my friend, who doesnt care what i become, asked me why I want to be a "nun" my reply was simple... " when I was in the 4th grade I thought I had my life all planned out. I would become a great big broadway star, have a boyfriend and adopt a few kids from russia (adoption was always a top priority for me!) and then when my children were old enough to take care of themselves I would become a nun, but life isn't that easy and no one can live by a plan made in the 4th grade. God has our lives already planned out for us; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we just have to learn to listen to him! I have spent so many years avoiding the fact that God was talking to me&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that now its time to put his plan into action. Just the thought of becoming a sister fills me up inside, its a desire to feel complete...IT MAKES ME FEEL ALIVE. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its true. I light up when I talk to anyone about becoming a sister. I am sorry God for not answering the call sooner, though the things i went through were awesome life experiences, and i would never have come to camphill if i were a sister now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its strange sometimes though, because when it comes to these topics, no one really wants to listen. I get questions that I really dont want to answer, they are petty and minut compared to other questions I may recieve. It hurts though, knowing that there are only a couple people you can talk to. I dont even have spiritual director..never had one, it might have been helpful to me when i was younger. Granted I am still confused now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, God directs my life...so now &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a path to follow!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160538376727122614-6448411446934380683?l=nunornone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/feeds/6448411446934380683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160538376727122614&amp;postID=6448411446934380683' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/6448411446934380683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/6448411446934380683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/2007/12/sometimes-it-hurts.html' title='Sometimes it hurts'/><author><name>Sunshine Flows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/TMALFC7iaoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d4aNP-IwGLY/S220/Crystree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/R1sMiAUA8VI/AAAAAAAAABA/qym-aMwzrio/s72-c/DSCN0125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160538376727122614.post-7900613341739483366</id><published>2007-12-05T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T21:38:01.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>seeds can tell your future!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hmm,&lt;br /&gt;My lack of thinking things through has gotten the better of me, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my goal/plan was to start with the bible/prayer this morning...WELL that didnt seem to work, I tell ya, i tried my hardest but NO GO...&lt;br /&gt;I know you all are going to tell me that if i want something to happen then I should make it happen, however there are circumstances around the reasons i couldnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;My alarm didnt go off&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I always read the bible before breakfast prayers&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/R1dfsQUA8UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/00bjmA3oSjI/s1600-h/100_0395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140682713564508482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/R1dfsQUA8UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/00bjmA3oSjI/s320/100_0395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;9 am comes too quickly when preparing the days meal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was really planning to do this between the hour of 8 and 9, but destiny would not have it. I feel as though I have let myself down, because of my severe procrastination!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am taking a solemn vow that i will MAKE time in my day tomorrow to start this!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On another rather interesting note...whilst I was working in the seed shop this afternoon. I was blowing seeds to find the bad ones and the first time I blew... it became a heart...are you intrigued yet? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The 2nd pile i blew became a cross... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I AM SO NOT KIDDING ABOUT THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...it really almost scared me! and then the final pile I blew became what looked like a man with a beard...i then blew it one more time and it became a flower...the final blow turned it into a heart...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ITs baffling how the world works... I take the above as a true sign.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160538376727122614-7900613341739483366?l=nunornone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/feeds/7900613341739483366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160538376727122614&amp;postID=7900613341739483366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/7900613341739483366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/7900613341739483366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/2007/12/hmm-my-lack-of-thinking-things-through.html' title='seeds can tell your future!'/><author><name>Sunshine Flows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/TMALFC7iaoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d4aNP-IwGLY/S220/Crystree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/R1dfsQUA8UI/AAAAAAAAAA4/00bjmA3oSjI/s72-c/100_0395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160538376727122614.post-327911796190872681</id><published>2007-12-04T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T09:04:07.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now the wierdness has settled...</title><content type='html'>Okay,&lt;br /&gt;The homesickness has subsided for the most part, which I am thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;Can I honestly become a nun/sister with these kinds of emotions? I mean I believe that if I am truely happy, like I was here last year, then I won't be as homesick! Thats an interesting theory.&lt;br /&gt;Last year I always wondered why i seemed weak against the german girls...they never seemed to get homesick or cry, meanwhile for the first week here, I cried like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have taken a few crucial steps in my discernment process recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have contacted the few orders that I am interested in and have signed up for a couple of online retreats, as I am too busy at this time of year to attend any in house retreats. I have yet to hear back from 2 of the 4 orders, but thats to be expected because we all have busy lives this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have actually started to re-read the book "Jesus and the Disinherited" by Howard Thurman. I had to read it for theology class my Junior year of high school, its funny how when you read something years later, you often get more out of it. I highly recommend this book. It gives wonderful insights and ponderings for example : What if Jesus were born into a wealthy family, would we still have the same belief system?&lt;br /&gt;Interesting isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe tomorrow &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I will start my Morning Bible/prayer routine again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, as I haven't been following it recently.&lt;br /&gt;I have been asked to read the weekly bible reading in my house now, every morning...which is wonderful! This week we have 1/3 of the "apocolyptic words on the mount of olives," which in away is fitting to christmastide but not entirely, BOY am I glad that they have the alternative reading of "the annunciation" according to the gospel of Luke...This is fitting for me as I have been cast in our christmas eve production as the Arch-&lt;br /&gt;Angel Gabriel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was confused when I got cast as this part, because you see, I am normally cast as a shepherd-like person, funny, charismatic, hyper, juvenile...and here, this year I am cast as an angel, NOT JUST an angel but an ARCHANGEL. Baffling! I have done some research on Gabriel and have found out that he is the patron of lost souls...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I get cast as the patron of lost souls, when I am in fact trying to find mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.faithclipart.com/fca/register.do"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lord really does work in mysterious ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianglitter.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://off1.imgcup.com/images/chrglt/angels/angelBearBlueTeardrop.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianglitter.com/"&gt;Christian Glitter by www.christianglitter.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#1d1ffc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160538376727122614-327911796190872681?l=nunornone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/feeds/327911796190872681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160538376727122614&amp;postID=327911796190872681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/327911796190872681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/327911796190872681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/2007/12/now-wierdness-has-settled.html' title='Now the wierdness has settled...'/><author><name>Sunshine Flows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/TMALFC7iaoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d4aNP-IwGLY/S220/Crystree.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160538376727122614.post-2720776372524068712</id><published>2007-12-02T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T22:16:14.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homesickness Pt.2</title><content type='html'>Its an eerie feeling leaving the comforts of ones home. At least it is to me, I actually knew that my “homesickness” would be worse this time around, partially because I got to experience Thanksgiving with my family which made me nostalgic for Christmas and New Years. Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to grow up, I wish that I could freeze frame my life on maybe, Junior Year of high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why junior year? This was the only year that I can think of where my life made sense…I had goals, dreams and a whole lot of ambition…and I was home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always enjoy family gatherings, this Thanksgiving was rather interesting for me though because I felt like a stranger in my childhood home. Its as if I was frozen and everything around me had fast forwarded so fast that I totally lost track of the plot. My little cousins on my dad and aunts side, who are college age now, are overly consumed with material things…for example my one cousin works in the jewelry business and owns 2 mustangs…he has been with his girlfriend for a little over a year now and they have bought an apartment together…I mean really all this at the age of 20, I was definitely not ready to move out at that age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course something that always makes me miss home, are my friends. I love them to death and miss them sooo much when I am in camphill, a lot more this year than last, as I havent really formed any strong bonds this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah the denial has started to set in, the tears keep welling, and my soul seems to be in turmoil!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160538376727122614-2720776372524068712?l=nunornone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/feeds/2720776372524068712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160538376727122614&amp;postID=2720776372524068712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/2720776372524068712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/2720776372524068712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/2007/12/homesickness-pt2.html' title='Homesickness Pt.2'/><author><name>Sunshine Flows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/TMALFC7iaoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d4aNP-IwGLY/S220/Crystree.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160538376727122614.post-7240202670310837881</id><published>2007-12-01T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T20:14:58.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homesickness Pt.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/R1IG9AUA8TI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w2fbuEZQCv8/s1600-R/100_0917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139177769908891954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/R1IG9AUA8TI/AAAAAAAAAAw/221C9WoGET8/s320/100_0917.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not even on the train yet, but the anticipation of leaving my friends and family has already set in. I feel as though I can't contain my tears, they are welling up in me. I can contain them, have been all day, but still I don't want to cry because to me that is a sign of weakness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This phase is what I call part one of homesickness, where you anticipate one's return to a place hours before you even depart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last, year this only happened once...I didnt expect it to happen this time, I suppose its because I'm not really happy in the house that I am in this year. I feel as though I am being used...taken advantage of, though I know that is probably not the case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the girls i work with, tells me that I have a negative outlook this year. I guess its true...for me its hard to forget things that have happened...especially if it takes over a part of my soul!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I am not sure what I am going to do now...I think I am slowly losing motivation, which isnt good. I no longer miss going back to Camphill, like last year I REALLY MISSED my house and the people in it and was so eager to go back. I used to not think of it as a job, but this year its the same reptitive problems...hopefully once these "temporary" houseparents leave things will be better...but i have to get through christmas and easter first!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I highly dislike this anxious ansy feeling I get before I travel or in my case now...go back to camphill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the thing happened with the train, I thought it was a sign from God that maybe I need to rethink my options and leave Camphill...but then a feeling of guilt pops in, the house i live in has had serious inconsistancy the past year so i would feel bad if i just left them like that, and further more I have made a commitment for another year, i always keep my commitments...I said yes to another year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my mind EVERYTHING happens for a reason, I just haven't figured out why!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160538376727122614-7240202670310837881?l=nunornone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/feeds/7240202670310837881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160538376727122614&amp;postID=7240202670310837881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/7240202670310837881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/7240202670310837881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/2007/12/homesickness-pt1.html' title='Homesickness Pt.1'/><author><name>Sunshine Flows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/TMALFC7iaoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d4aNP-IwGLY/S220/Crystree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/R1IG9AUA8TI/AAAAAAAAAAw/221C9WoGET8/s72-c/100_0917.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160538376727122614.post-563087441788218072</id><published>2007-12-01T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T09:43:37.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IN THE FIJI IS GOING ON HERE???</title><content type='html'>I AM IRRITATED right now, and i know that shouldn't have these feelings of remorse or hatred but sometimes I really can't help it. I know that its a small problem and might be easily fixed BUT I am a volunteer for the village, I don't have a car of my own, and I will be stranded at the train station for at least 2 hours...I DONT UNDERSTAND. I mean there are over 50 cars in the village, 22 houses with 2 house parents and 2 young coworkers each so thats 88 possible individuals who can drive...BUT not one of them is able to pick me up at the time the train comes in! The younger coworkers all have to attend the advent garden, they are the choir, and the houseparents either have kids involved in it or just cant come. Now, from what I have heard my houseparents are taking a day off, on this strenuous day for the village and screwing everybody... I tell you, sometimes being a coworker at this particular place is draining, not just physically, but emotionally. I feel at this point, that part of my soul has gone missing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me pose a question.... How can I find myself when part of me is missing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hear you out there asking why i wrote this and what it has to do with discerning. Well the answer is simple. Discerning means asking questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160538376727122614-563087441788218072?l=nunornone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/feeds/563087441788218072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160538376727122614&amp;postID=563087441788218072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/563087441788218072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/563087441788218072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-in-fiji-is-going-on-here.html' title='WHAT IN THE FIJI IS GOING ON HERE???'/><author><name>Sunshine Flows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/TMALFC7iaoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d4aNP-IwGLY/S220/Crystree.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160538376727122614.post-1633628841185799222</id><published>2007-11-29T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T22:54:28.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes I want to be married...BUT</title><content type='html'>It is rather  &lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt; how I can have so many thoughts within one day! You see I just got back from hanging out with one of my best friends...and she was talking about how much she knows i want to meet a nice man and get married in my church and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I DO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;...but there are things keeping me back... Like my career or something and not to mention the fact that I also want to become a nun or sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;How would one handle this scenario...You meet a guy right, then you start dating...when do you tell him that you are discerning religious life. If you tell him right off the bat then you know his ass isnt going to stay with you and he will move on to some other lady. IF you wait to tell him then you could possibly be called a liar and be accused of leading him on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;SO my big question right now is....WHAT IN THE WORLD WOULD I DO&gt;&gt;?? I mean, I am not in any position right now to date a guy considering where I am..but if i were to meet one...I would be more lost than my soul!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138474518910647106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="179" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/R0-HWaMQu0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/6puDGxdPlyc/s320/100_0701.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160538376727122614-1633628841185799222?l=nunornone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/feeds/1633628841185799222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160538376727122614&amp;postID=1633628841185799222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/1633628841185799222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/1633628841185799222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/2007/11/yes-i-want-to-be-marriedbut.html' title='Yes I want to be married...BUT'/><author><name>Sunshine Flows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/TMALFC7iaoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d4aNP-IwGLY/S220/Crystree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/R0-HWaMQu0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/6puDGxdPlyc/s72-c/100_0701.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160538376727122614.post-6872015071419703098</id><published>2007-11-29T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T16:13:16.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It IS InTeReStInG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/R08n6KMQuzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/L9vEWlfP6c4/s1600-h/IMG_0908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138369579974703922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/R08n6KMQuzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/L9vEWlfP6c4/s320/IMG_0908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its interesting how life can take many twists and turns. I mean 1 1/2 years ago I definitely wasn't where I am now. I was lost, thats not to say that I'm not lost now because &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I AM, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its a different type of lost now though. Before, I was lost in just where my life was going...it is still similar I mean i have no clue as to where I will be 2 years from now; let alone 5. When I was little I thought I had my life all planned out for me. I would become this big broadway star, date alot of men, adopt a few russian children and then when my children were old enough to take care of themselves I would become a nun...its funny how NUN has always been in the equation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I volunteer for a living and I love every second of it..I wouldnt change the experiences I have had for anything in the world. I love the fact that I am not really worrying about money or the other little petty details of life.&lt;br /&gt;I live in a Camphill community (&lt;a href="http://www.camphill.org/"&gt;http://www.camphill.org/&lt;/a&gt;) where I live, as well as, work with people who have developmental disabilities. It can be strenuous and very time consuming but I dont mind, as i have always been a person who loves to stay busy...but when is too much too much. I mean I guess its when you realize you dont have time to be you, or who you think you are at least. This year in particular has started with a bumpy start, well last year wasnt a picnic either, though the two of them side by side are interesting as last year I learned alot about myself..i suppose just surface wise..I didnt know that i could stand back and let people rule my life but i did, it hurt alot because i have always been overly outspoken! This year I am learning alot about myself on the inside...not to say that I have changed, which I have BUT I am just learning things all over again this year. The number one thing I have learned is that YOU have to have time for yourself or you will go insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason behind this ranting...the reason is the simple fact that at this juncture in my life I am not sure whether I should join a religious community or not. Now, this thought has popped into my head at least once a year for the past 5 years but this year it has been rather consistant..so this is in fact my DISCERNMENT BLOG...if there is anybody out there who is willing to offer advice to this currently lost soul please feel free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile,&lt;br /&gt;Crys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160538376727122614-6872015071419703098?l=nunornone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/feeds/6872015071419703098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160538376727122614&amp;postID=6872015071419703098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/6872015071419703098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160538376727122614/posts/default/6872015071419703098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nunornone.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-interesting-how-life-can-take-many.html' title='It IS InTeReStInG!'/><author><name>Sunshine Flows</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/TMALFC7iaoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d4aNP-IwGLY/S220/Crystree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRHOIEPjmv0/R08n6KMQuzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/L9vEWlfP6c4/s72-c/IMG_0908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
