REENIE'S REACH
by irene fulton

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SOME OF MY FAVORITE BLOGS I'VE POSTED


2008
A Solid Foundation

Cheers

Sold!

Not Trying to be Corny

2007
This Little Light of Mine

Love Ya, Sweetheart

We Were Once Young

Veni, Vedi, Vinca

U Tube Has a New Star

The Date

Packing a 3-Iron

Getting Personal

Welcome Again

Well... Come on in

Christmas Shopping

There's no Substitute

2006
Dressed for Success

Cancun Can-Can

Holy Guacamole

Life can be Crazy

The New Dog

Hurricane Reenie

He Delivers

No Spilt Milk

Pretty Lucky Woman

Naked Fingers

Blind

Have Ya Heard the One About?

The Great Caper

Push

Why I Don't Date Anymore

Barney's P***S

My New Security System

Dedicated to Katy

A Short List

From Where I'm Sitting...

Day 4 of 365Envisage

For someone who doesn’t like to have her picture taken, there are a whole lotta days ahead where my plan is to do just that.

Today’s picture is courtesy of the timer on my camera. I am no techno whiz and timers are pretty basic stuff, but I was thrilled. Now I won’t be quite so limited to arm’s reach or unsuspecting strangers.

I try to practice Centering Prayer once each day – just for ten minutes. Some people do their Centering Prayer shortly after arising in the morning. I wait a while. I wait until there is some clutter in my head that I want to get rid of. :)

Ideally, one’s head is totally emptied during prayer, but in reality we can never empty our heads of all thoughts. It’s impossible. A mantra of one’s choosing helps rein in wandering thoughts.

Today I was struck by the utter and nearly complete silence of my life.

1. I live alone - Absolutely alone: no dog, cat, gerbil, parakeet, or goldfish.
2. I live in the middle of the woods surrounded by my five acres and the neighbors’ adjacent acres.
3. My home is only 7 years old so it’s pretty much hermetically sealed. At night, I do sleep with a widow open when weather permits – I like to hear the sounds of my woods or the rain or the wind.
4. Zero traffic sounds. Not even air traffic.
5. I turn off the ringers to my two phones and the sound to my computer so I can’t hear the *ping* of an incoming email.
6. The singular sound I heard during prayer today was from my kitchen. It was the occasional creak of the heat against the glass carafe of my coffee maker.


A lot of people couldn’t live with the solitude I embrace. I can’t imagine living any other way. xoxo

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Where I sit for Centering Prayer


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