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May 28
Sex or love or both.... 
Hmmm. I have had, as am sure you have had, murmuring and mesmerising moments when you flip back and fro on the love triangle. Yet, if somebody asked me what the difference between having sex and making love is, I would have to ponder and with the assistance of some stimulant or other.
Perhaps it is something we all find out after it is over. Sigh, sigh, sigh and ummo umore!!! Maybe it is a bit like describing the taste of homemade icecream. We can say roughly how it tastes but it doesn't mean this icecream/taste sensation is a must or delicious. Ahhh, ha, then again it could be out of this world. The effects can be found lignering in the short or long term sensation bank.
A most entertaining and enlightened friend configured the following differentiation with me and I was so impressed that I wanted to just blog it. Hmmm. Hope you find it as enlightening as I do 
In general, these two words mean a similar activity, but the words themselves also can tell you the difference.
Having Sex - is like a sport, we are always making a better record.
Making Love - is like a support, we are always making a better accord.
Having Sex - is temporary and tempting, it has expired after it has exploded.
Making Love - is a telepathy and sympathy, it has expressed the impressiveness.
Having Sex - is undependable. What you've got is not what you always get.
Making Love - needs understanding. We must change all of the arguments into agreements.
Having Sex - is a comparison between Luck and Lust, we are always looking for the better one.
Making Love - is a combination between Love and Lust, we must keep the balance.
Having Sex - is relative, we try to compare with someone else.
Making Love - is a relation, we try to compact with someone we had.
Having Sex - is an expectation, you can know and expect it before you have it.
Making Love - is an experience, you will know and learn after you made it.
Having Sex - have to make naked our bodies before we have it.
Making Love - We have to make naked our minds before we make it. We have to be totally naked it.
Having Sex - is what I like. Mostly, it's depends on one person.
Making Love - is what we love. Absolutely, it must depend on both persons.
Having Sex - if you wanna have one, you can find or buy it by yourself, or ask someone to organize it for you.
Making Love - if you wanna make one, you must find it by yourself, and make it by yourselves.
Having Sex - makes us feel like a man took something, and a girl lost something.
Making Love - makes us feel like a man got something, and a girl gave something.
Having Sex - makes us finish what we have done.
Making Love - makes us start what we have to do.
Would love to hear your reflections on this intriguingly mystifying and most tenderest of melting delights. The question might also see oneself plunging the solidly brittle depths of the roaring wild shadow self. Or is this just part of the Leoine trait! I doubt as MsGuided has jusst made a huge discovery on the astrological sphere of things. I could be a Gemleogo . Huugghh
May 22 From the daughter of a Soldier....
Last week I was in Melbourne attending a conference. While I was in the
airport, returning home, I heard several people behind me beginning to clap
and cheer.
I immediately turned around and witnessed one of the greatest acts of
patriotism I have ever seen.
Moving through the terminal was a group of soldiers in their uniforms, as
they began heading to their gate everyone (well almost everyone) was
abruptly to their feet with their hands waving and cheering.
When I saw the soldiers, probably 30-40 of them, being applauded and cheered
for, it hit me.
I'm not alone.
I'm not the only red blooded Australian who still loves this country and
supports our troops and their families.
Of course I immediately stopped and began clapping for these young unsung
heroes who are putting their lives on the line everyday for us so we can go
to school, work, and enjoy our home without fear or reprisal.
Just when I thought I could not be more proud of my country or of our
service men and women a young girl, not more than 6 or 7 years old, ran up
to one of the male soldiers.
He knelt down and said "hi," the little girl then asked him if he would give
something to her daddy for her.
The young soldier didn't look any older than maybe 22 himself, said he would
try and what did she want to give to her daddy.
Suddenly the little girl grabbed the neck of this soldier, gave him the
biggest hug she could muster and then kissed him on the cheek.
The mother of the little girl, who said her daughters name was Courtney,
told the young soldier that her husband was a Corporal and had been in
Afghanistan for 5 months now.
As the mum was explaining how much her daughter, Courtney, missed her
father, the young soldier began to tear up.
When this temporarily single mum was done explaining her situation, all of
the soldiers huddled together for a brief second.
Then one of the other servicemen pulled out a military looking
walkie-talkie.
They started playing with the device and talking back and forth on it.
After about 10-15 seconds of this, the young soldier walked back over to
Courtney, bent down and said this to her, "I spoke to your Daddy and he told
me to give this to you."
He then hugged this little girl that he had just met and gave her a kiss on
the cheek.
He finished by saying "Your daddy told me to tell you that he loves you more
than anything and he is coming home very soon."
The mum at this point was crying almost uncontrollably and as the young
soldier stood to his feet he saluted Courtney and her mum.
I was standing no more than 6 feet away as this entire event unfolded.
As the soldiers began to leave, heading towards their gate, people resumed
their applause.
As I stood there applauding and looked around, there were very few dry eyes,
including my own.
That young soldier in one last act of moment turned around and blew a kiss
to Courtney with a tear rolling down his cheek.
We need to remember everyday all of our soldiers and their families and
thank God for them and their sacrifices.
At the end of the day, it's good to be an Australian.
RED FRIDAYS
Very soon, you will see a great many people wearing Red every Friday.
The reason?
Australian's who support our troops used to be called the "silent majority".
We are no longer silent, and are voicing our love for our Country and home
in record breaking numbers.
We are not organized, boisterous or over-bearing.
We get no liberal media coverage on TV, to reflect our message or our
opinions.
Many Australian's, like you, me and all our friends, simply want to
recognize that the vast majority of Australia supports our troops.
Our idea of showing solidarity and support for our troops with dignity and
respect starts this Friday and continues each and every Friday until the
troops all come home, sending a deafening message that every Australian who
supports our men and women afar will wear something red.
By word of mouth, press, TV -- let's make Australia on every Friday a sea of
red much like a homecoming football team. If every one of us who loves this
country will share this with acquaintances, co-workers, friends, and family,
It will not be long before Australia is covered in RED and it will let our
troops know the once "silent" majority is on their side more than ever,
certainly more than the media lets on.
The first thing a soldier says when asked "What can we do to make things
better for you?" is..."We need your support and your prayers".
Let's get the word out and lead with class and dignity, by example; and wear
something red every Friday.
IF YOU AGREE -- THEN SEND THIS ON
IF YOU COULD NOT CARE LESS THEN HIT THE DELETE BUTTON.
IT IS YOUR CHOICE.
THEIR BLOOD RUNS RED---- SO WEAR RED ---
Lest we Forget, Lest we Forget.
May 13
A MOTHER'S REFLECTION
I have spent the week in dialogue with a most unusual woman. In hands which should cradle a child, she holds a crown of thorns. Her fingers are seared as brutally as her son or daughter's flesh was torn. She is the Mother of the Disappeared. While this icon might seem an odd choice for the celebration of Mother's Day, it is appropriate for reasons larger than Hallmark cards and florists' bouquets. Her halo reminds us that the parents of the martyred die inwardly like Mary and are holy like Mary.
Violating all the rules for classic iconography, a handprint smears the lower left corner of her portrait. It is as out of place as a jelly blob on a book, a stain on the new carpet or the grubby marks that children leave on walls. Lest we become too heady about holiness, it reminds us of reality. Meeting this icon, I protested, "I don't want to live with you all week! Your stare condemns my safety and luxury. Why don't you go away and let me enjoy the apple blossoms, my daughter's pastel dresses, the joys of spring?" My instinct to flee seemed supported by a line from the Gospel: "I came that they might have life in abundance." If Christ's gift of life has been so cruelly grabbed from these mothers and their children, what does it mean to me?
She replies, "I participate in Christ's trouncing of the death-dealing forces that stalk all children. Just as the martyrs of El Salvador played their part in bringing an end to the civil war, so I stand implacable as conscience. Persistently, I call oppressors to accountability. Furthermore, I challenge you to nurture the life you have been given, for it is fragile and precious."
Her eyes upon me quiet my annoyance with my children, my frustration with their little failures. She reminds me that although I may not understand her particular ordeal, I may confront other problems. Can I bring them to her serenity, her conviction that God is with us both in loving support?
"You still have your children," she reminds me. "Cherish them. Why do you get irritated when they invade your quiet times? I would give anything for such a little invasion. But my arms are empty. My home is silent."
Eventually, for me as for her, all the children disappear. They grow up, leave for college, find their own paths. As one mom lamented, sweeping up debris, "First they break your things. Then they break your heart." Sometimes the mothers disappear. My ten-year-old daughter tells me about the little boy in her class who made a Mother's Day card along with the other children, but he didn't know where to send it. Mom left; he lives with his dad.
In such heartbreaking separations, we see into the mystery of God. God says of the beloved people Israel: "How can I give you up?…My heart recoils within me;/ my compassion grows warm and tender" (Hosea 11:8). Jesus, torn from his mother on the way to Calvary, can understand our worst nightmare, and relate to the suffering we most dread. However difficult our experience with our children may be, God participates intimately in the relationship. And that is good news for Mother's Day.
—From the book Thresholds to Prayer
May 12
Ten Rules for a Good Day
 TODAY I WILL NOT STRIKE BACK:
If someone is rude, if someone is impatient, if someone is unkind...
I will not respond in a like manner.
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2. TODAY I WILL ASK GOD TO BLESS MY "ENEMY":
If I come across someone who treats me harshly or unfairly, I will quietly ask God to bless that individual. I understand the "enemy" could be a family member, neighbor, co-worker, or a stranger.
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3. TODAY I WILL BE CAREFUL ABOUT WHAT I SAY:
I will carefully choose and guard my words being certain that I do not spread gossip.
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4. TODAY I WILL GO THE EXTRA MILE:
I will find ways to help share the burden of another person.
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5. TODAY I WILL FORGIVE:
I will forgive any hurts or injuries that come my way.
6. TODAY I WILL DO SOMETHING NICE FOR SOMEONE,
BUT I WILL NOT DO IT SECRETLY:
I will reach out anonymously and bless the life of another.
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7. TODAY I WILL TREAT OTHERS THE WAY I WISH TO BE TREATED:
I will practice the golden rule - "Do unto others as I would have them do unto me" - with everyone I encounter.
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8. TODAY I WILL RAISE THE SPIRITS OF SOMEONE I DISCOURAGED:
My smile, my words, my expression of support, can make the difference to someone who is wrestling life.
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9. TODAY I WILL NUTURE MY BODY:
I will eat less; I will eat only healthy foods. I will thank God for my body.
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10. TODAY I WILL GROW SPIRITUALLY:
I will spend a little more time in prayer today: I will begin reading something spiritual or inspirational today; I will find a quiet place
(at some point during the day)!
May 09 To be or not to be...
DON'T WANT MORE
JUST BE MORE
Oscar Romero
May 06
SACRED GROUND
Our lives are but a grain of time in this ancient land of ours
And our world, a moment of a moment in the universe unfolding.
Yet each of us is your cherished inspiration
The expression of your love
Flesh of Your Being.
 Noel Davis
The subject of this entry has had a whirlwind impact on me and has literally left me breathless. Perhaps, I can honestly say it will have life changing results for me as a human being, teacher, APRE, work colleague, friend and role model. As a human being I am so humbled yet greatful. I am overcome by the power of ONE in other's lives yet aware of the importance of becoming more than I am. Yes, I feel powerless because I know that I have to surrender all that the following says, to Him. Without Him, I would not have had the shocking yet affirming memos that I have received over the past three days.
I, along with twenty four students and four other staff hit the mountains on the early hours of Wednesday morning for our annual Senior Retreat. Our hiding spot is in the rainforest on the top of a mountain which is one of the most breathtaking places on this earth. Even the toughtest of kids admit to that one. However, what happens at the end of the three days is sensational. It is at this time that the energy depleted, satisfied, altuistic, witty and dreamy young people remind us of the noncurriculum life skills that really matter, at the end of the day. The business of everyday life is the test here and the results are not for us to see.
The following extracts are from notes,written by the students/staff, during this time. Am sure you will agree they supersede any pay packet. During the retreat we all get time to write affirmations for people of our choice and we then pop them in envelopes, which we get as we depart for our journey out of that rainforest back to the so called real life. However, real living is to be found in the moments that we take to reflect on the business of livng a truly fulfilled life. "An unexamined life is not worth living."
"Mary...
- thanks for everything that you haved done for me over the past four years...don't think I would he where I am at the moment if it wasn't for you...Thanks (Year Eleven Girl)
- have fun at Retreat...(anonymous student)
- Hey...Ms O'Neill (anonymous student)
- Ms O'Neill ... thanks so much for organising this retreat for us...'Trust in the Lord and He will do great things...(Year Twelve boy)
- You're someone special (anonymous student)
- It has been great getting to know you more on camp. You're an amazing woman, who works so well with the students..Thanks for all your help... thanks for giving me this opportunity...I have really enjoyed myself and have had a ball getting to know the students. You are an amazing faith filled woman. I really enjoy working with you (Youth leader from other College who coordinated Retreat)
- I love working for you and I think you are an amazing person and Assistant to the Principal Head of Religion (Youth leader at our College)
- Thank you far all of your hardwork...you show commitment in everything you do. (Principal)
- Dear Ms O'Neill..I am writing this to say I love you so much. You have been there for me when I was happy and when I was sad and to pray for me when I lost my Dad. For this I will always love and care for you...You're my light that guides me and my hope that lets me survive life at the College until my Graduation. (Year Twelve boy)"
- You are a really good person, I can really see God through you. (Anonymous student)
Therefore do not fret about trivialities; you were not made for trivial things, and the glory of the world is only a travesty of truth, only a heresy of happiness.
Meister Eckhart
What a man loves, a man is. If he loves a stone, he is a stone. If he loves a man, he is a man. If he loves God - now I dare say no more: if I were to say that then he is God, you might stone me.
Eckhart Tolle quoting Augustine
Poverty is good and contains within itself all the good things of the world. It is a great domain - I mean that he who cares nothing for the good things of the world has dominion over them all.
St Teresa of Avila
Receive Lord, my entire liberty, my understanding, my memory, my will.
From Thee I have received all things, to Thee I return all things.
Give me but Thy grace and Thy love. I ask nothing else of Thee.
St Ignatius of Loyola
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