<?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-801722413336897042</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:51:46.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through The Eyes of Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmurren.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801722413336897042/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmurren.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>E.M. Murren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074231895747832959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gVRwk5bGJUE/TlVbtSVFHoI/AAAAAAAAACs/QEV1RkPCcqc/s220/profilesmall.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801722413336897042.post-6989122296245693823</id><published>2012-02-03T06:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T06:07:57.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up Weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dw6GHHr-daQ/Tyvpj3SiVKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SHWTkw7tEyM/s1600/mardi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dw6GHHr-daQ/Tyvpj3SiVKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SHWTkw7tEyM/s320/mardi.jpg" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mardi by J.Planet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Growing Up Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;God bless &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;Bowie&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He taught me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joy in weirdness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was one of God’s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lesser beings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;How could I NOT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fit into my littlesuburban&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;Los Angeles&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; community?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, so I was raped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the time I was 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until the time I was13,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I was raisedCatholic,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which meant that Icould never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Use the Virgin Mary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;As my role model.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I had was theMagdalene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;God bless theGnostics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;For saving so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of her significanceto Christ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In their literature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still, when I was 15,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was an insane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hormonal teenager&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Afraid of everyone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Especially myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also thank God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw the 60s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Through the idealism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of childhood,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even one poisoned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;As it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;By violence andabuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Between Gospel andHippies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was shown a light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That brought me whatinsight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;David Bowie taught me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The art ofperformance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;From there on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was ready foranything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801722413336897042-6989122296245693823?l=emmurren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmurren.blogspot.com/feeds/6989122296245693823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmurren.blogspot.com/2012/02/mardi-by-j.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801722413336897042/posts/default/6989122296245693823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801722413336897042/posts/default/6989122296245693823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmurren.blogspot.com/2012/02/mardi-by-j.html' title='Growing Up Weird'/><author><name>E.M. Murren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074231895747832959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gVRwk5bGJUE/TlVbtSVFHoI/AAAAAAAAACs/QEV1RkPCcqc/s220/profilesmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dw6GHHr-daQ/Tyvpj3SiVKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SHWTkw7tEyM/s72-c/mardi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801722413336897042.post-1242647371407649627</id><published>2011-11-16T19:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T19:41:01.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In loving memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="mainPictureContainer" style="background-image: url(/images/loading.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; float: left; min-height: 60px; min-width: 130px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://etruth.com/storyimage/EH/20111116/OBITUARIES/711169908/AR/AR-711169908.jpg?q=100&amp;amp;maxw=125" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Feb. 18, 1923 - Nov. 14, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELKHART — Paula M. Stevens, 88, of Elkhart, passed away in her home of 60 years, surrounded by her loved ones, on Monday, Nov. 14, 2011, after a massive stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was born in Madison, Wis., on Feb. 18, 1923, to Pauline (Millard), who passed days later, and Elkhart native Paul Marchesseau, brother of Josephine Hooley, nurse to Dr. Tolson after whom Tolson Center is named.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raised in Kenosha, Wis., Paula moved to Elkhart after her graduation in 1941 where she worked for the next two years as a switchboard operator for General Telephone. In 1943, she transferred her efforts to war work testing altimeters for the now defunct Buescher Band Instrument Company until she enlisted in the newly established Naval WAVES in 1945. After boot camp at Hunter College in the Bronx, N.Y., she was stationed at the Corpus Christi Naval Air Station in Texas for the duration of her service. When asked about what she most prized about her time serving our country, she wrote, “I met so many kinds of people it gave me an understanding of people and of myself.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After her discharge, she returned to Buescher, where she met the late Howard Stevens, whom she married on Jan. 16, 1948.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the birth of her first child, Marcia, in 1952, she left the business world to her husband who moved from Buescher when it closed to Vincent Bach, where he served a decade as president of the local UAW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both were founding and active members of Lutheran Church of the Redeemer in Elkhart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Howard’s death in 1990, Paula studied ballroom dance with Sally Lee and became an active member of USA Dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is survived by her two children, Marcia Stevens of Wichita, Kan., and Thomas Stevens of Middlebury; her stepdaughters, Sheri Conley of Florida and Vicki Barrett of Elkhart; and her grandchildren, Sarah Stevens of Chicago and James and Zachary Stevens of Middlebury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elkhart Cremations Services has been entrusted with arrangements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://etruth.com/article/20111116/OBITUARIES/711169908/-1/obituaries?NumInList=4#.TsO0zxE1Lyk.facebook"&gt;http://etruth.com/article/20111116/OBITUARIES/711169908/-1/obituaries?NumInList=4#.TsO0zxE1Lyk.facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801722413336897042-1242647371407649627?l=emmurren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmurren.blogspot.com/feeds/1242647371407649627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmurren.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-loving-memory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801722413336897042/posts/default/1242647371407649627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801722413336897042/posts/default/1242647371407649627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmurren.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-loving-memory.html' title='In loving memory'/><author><name>E.M. 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The pattern, or cycle, repeats and can happen many times during a relationship. Each phase may last a different length of time and over time the level of violence may increase. It often refers to violent behavior learned as a child and then repeated as an adult, therefore continuing on in a perceived cycle. In the context of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Domestic_violence"&gt;abusive personal relationships&lt;/a&gt;, such a cycle is also called a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cycle_of_abuse"&gt;cycle of abuse&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cycle_of_violence"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cycle_of_violence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;Namaste,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now, a decade after the planes flew into the building which then held the World Trade Organization, it's time to break the cycle of violence which began that day. Criminals who saw themselves as victims murdered people from around the world housed together in one building with two towers. In response, we abused our power on people who had no recourse.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today, as then, we face the choices which beget the future we shall endure. Shall we remain victims, fearful, protective, vengeful, or shall we stand tall and bless the world with compassion which shows our gratitude to &amp;nbsp;the Divine Creator, whichever name we use for this Being.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We are the soul of the world. No group is exempt from that responsibility. Divide and conquer is the path to evil. Those who use it remain locked in the terror of a moment long since past. Today, I celebrate life. I thank the Creator for those who gave comfort on that day ten years ago. I bow my head in sorrow for the pain we've caused. The time of healing is long past due. If we want forgiveness, we must forgive. What's done is done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A new day dawns! What it brings depends on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Love to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Blessed be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801722413336897042-1552599610861413395?l=emmurren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmurren.blogspot.com/feeds/1552599610861413395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmurren.blogspot.com/2011/09/healing-victim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801722413336897042/posts/default/1552599610861413395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801722413336897042/posts/default/1552599610861413395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmurren.blogspot.com/2011/09/healing-victim.html' title='Healing the Victim'/><author><name>E.M. Murren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074231895747832959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gVRwk5bGJUE/TlVbtSVFHoI/AAAAAAAAACs/QEV1RkPCcqc/s220/profilesmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8HUgnrwNu0o/TmzQPca0KJI/AAAAAAAAADU/0L3EN4v9NmM/s72-c/Inspiration+other.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801722413336897042.post-3198291147579944408</id><published>2011-09-02T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T09:15:42.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joan Halifax: Compassion and the true meaning of empathy | Video on TED.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/joan_halifax.html#.TmEBBKSW89s.blogger"&gt;Joan Halifax: Compassion and the true meaning of empathy Video on TED.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/801722413336897042-3198291147579944408?l=emmurren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmurren.blogspot.com/feeds/3198291147579944408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmurren.blogspot.com/2011/09/joan-halifax-compassion-and-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801722413336897042/posts/default/3198291147579944408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/801722413336897042/posts/default/3198291147579944408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmurren.blogspot.com/2011/09/joan-halifax-compassion-and-true.html' title='Joan Halifax: Compassion and the true meaning of empathy | Video on TED.com'/><author><name>E.M. Murren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074231895747832959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gVRwk5bGJUE/TlVbtSVFHoI/AAAAAAAAACs/QEV1RkPCcqc/s220/profilesmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-801722413336897042.post-599444693979979815</id><published>2011-08-24T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T13:12:45.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-69rTQF1hCf0/TlVZkVlJ7GI/AAAAAAAAACk/pgmfSSMvv14/s1600/AthenaBoulet.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-69rTQF1hCf0/TlVZkVlJ7GI/AAAAAAAAACk/pgmfSSMvv14/s1600/AthenaBoulet.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This blog allows me to express what is through my perspective. Summer lasts only a few weeks more. Signs of the Autumn yet to come whisper in the morning chill. I've begun cleaning out the house in preparation for winter. Harvest of my herbs will begin in a few weeks. It's time to begin daily expression once more. 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