<?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-8831271077448832484</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:20:00.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>365 Breathtaking Moments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-1720251082023573773</id><published>2012-01-23T17:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T17:52:37.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jRZSEd2pWK8/Tx4OUXvJb7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/8sfLfrvJVUY/s1600/IMG_0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701009921429565362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jRZSEd2pWK8/Tx4OUXvJb7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/8sfLfrvJVUY/s320/IMG_0465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's something so exceptionally special about New Year's Eve. It is the time to be thankful for all the wonderful moments of the past year and it is a time to renew our hopes and dreams as we look forward to another year of blessed life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we get older we learn to value so much more than physical beauty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember ..."life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways - Chardonnay in one hand - chocolate in the other - body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO-HOO, what a ride!!" &lt;em&gt;author unkown to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy New Year to You all Enjoy your Ride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8831271077448832484-1720251082023573773?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1720251082023573773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2012/01/theres-something-so-exceptionally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/1720251082023573773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/1720251082023573773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2012/01/theres-something-so-exceptionally.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jRZSEd2pWK8/Tx4OUXvJb7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/8sfLfrvJVUY/s72-c/IMG_0465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-3402333111700949937</id><published>2011-12-02T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T05:04:57.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What will you Give?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yyUSZM401I0/TtjMjLauvDI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hjc416uWgbw/s1600/DSC00340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681515834660273202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yyUSZM401I0/TtjMjLauvDI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hjc416uWgbw/s320/DSC00340.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The month of December is a commercial fest as people scramble to buy the perfect gifts and attend the best parties.&lt;br /&gt;But, it should really be a time to stop and reflect on our lives and enjoy the company of family and good friends.&lt;br /&gt;Be grateful for all your blessings. I know I am.&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful to the man who walks next to me no matter what. Everyday I whisper a prayer of thanks for my three beautiful children, my parents, siblings and my blessed girlfriends who keep me laughing.&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/8831271077448832484-3402333111700949937?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3402333111700949937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-will-you-give.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/3402333111700949937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/3402333111700949937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-will-you-give.html' title='What will you Give?'/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yyUSZM401I0/TtjMjLauvDI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hjc416uWgbw/s72-c/DSC00340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-4163996151557994521</id><published>2011-11-07T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T08:33:30.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk with your Eyes to the Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pHr00oi7aJY/TrgEoOkTAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/cXWu1cFXpQ4/s1600/europe%2B499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672288819824755314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pHr00oi7aJY/TrgEoOkTAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/cXWu1cFXpQ4/s320/europe%2B499.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most children walk with their eyes to the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are focused on the small devices that they hold in their hands. Those electronic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gizmos&lt;/span&gt; that have pulled them away from the parks, games of tag, community events and into their homes where they are held prisoners by technology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do they notice the sun burst across the horizon? Do they notice the array of colors in autumn or see the flock of Geese as they fly in a perfect V across the sky? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass - grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls.&lt;/em&gt; Mother Teresa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&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/8831271077448832484-4163996151557994521?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4163996151557994521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/11/walk-with-your-eyes-to-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/4163996151557994521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/4163996151557994521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/11/walk-with-your-eyes-to-sky.html' title='Walk with your Eyes to the Sky'/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pHr00oi7aJY/TrgEoOkTAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/cXWu1cFXpQ4/s72-c/europe%2B499.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-8068265375097363292</id><published>2011-10-18T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T17:01:14.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where else can we feel a connection to something greater than ourselves?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i0kxsp-7piY/Tp4MhGo4N6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/OVrXqKliAUY/s1600/mexico%2B2011%2B166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664979144135948194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i0kxsp-7piY/Tp4MhGo4N6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/OVrXqKliAUY/s320/mexico%2B2011%2B166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crawford&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8831271077448832484-8068265375097363292?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8068265375097363292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/10/where-else-can-we-feel-connection-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/8068265375097363292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/8068265375097363292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/10/where-else-can-we-feel-connection-to.html' title='Where else can we feel a connection to something greater than ourselves?'/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i0kxsp-7piY/Tp4MhGo4N6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/OVrXqKliAUY/s72-c/mexico%2B2011%2B166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-8517773379605311811</id><published>2011-10-05T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T14:55:30.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Sweet Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The cobble stone streets are quiet. The inhabitants of these homes are long gone, most of them buried in a small &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt; that sits on the main street leading into the town. When we were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt; this quaint village bustled with life. Farmers tended their flocks, the olive groves &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;flourished&lt;/span&gt;, the fields were filled with sweet tomatoes, figs and so much more. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWRyokPyW7U/TozQW_brhRI/AAAAAAAAAHc/eicShuhF5k0/s1600/DSC00431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660127925101102354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWRyokPyW7U/TozQW_brhRI/AAAAAAAAAHc/eicShuhF5k0/s320/DSC00431.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But time has no friends. It takes those we love, it replaces one life with another. But it can never take our memories; those sweet stories that fill our hearts with the warmth of yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I meandered down the street with my daughter, mother, sister and nieces, I could hear the voices of days gone by and the tinging of my grandfather's tools as he fashioned a new pair of shoes for a fellow villager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8831271077448832484-8517773379605311811?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8517773379605311811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/10/bitter-sweet-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/8517773379605311811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/8517773379605311811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/10/bitter-sweet-memories.html' title='Bitter Sweet Memories'/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWRyokPyW7U/TozQW_brhRI/AAAAAAAAAHc/eicShuhF5k0/s72-c/DSC00431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-3056733651901989699</id><published>2011-09-28T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T13:35:11.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a cenote that we stopped at on our way to Chitzen Itza It was unbelievable to look down into the sink hole and see people splashing in the water. The story goes that long ago this sink hole was used in a sacrificial ceremony. A virgin was given a heady drink, her body laden with heavy jewels, she was thrown into the sink hole. Of course drunk and weighed down by her ornaments she didn't stand a chance for survival. Her death brought rich crops and good health to her village. Breathtaking sight! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yg5jDIjeNLs/ToODaMppkcI/AAAAAAAAAHU/QrIRi72ix_U/s1600/DSC00403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657510043003228610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yg5jDIjeNLs/ToODaMppkcI/AAAAAAAAAHU/QrIRi72ix_U/s320/DSC00403.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8831271077448832484-3056733651901989699?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3056733651901989699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/here-is-cenote-that-we-stopped-at-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/3056733651901989699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/3056733651901989699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/here-is-cenote-that-we-stopped-at-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yg5jDIjeNLs/ToODaMppkcI/AAAAAAAAAHU/QrIRi72ix_U/s72-c/DSC00403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-23364082643043737</id><published>2011-09-24T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T05:02:50.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v9gztg88veE/Tn3E1u75-tI/AAAAAAAAAHE/3EGv9Gzg_l4/s1600/DSC00548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655893134458616530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v9gztg88veE/Tn3E1u75-tI/AAAAAAAAAHE/3EGv9Gzg_l4/s320/DSC00548.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are certain times in your life where your gaze falls upon something so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;indescribable&lt;/span&gt; that you know for certain that it is touched by the hand of God. The drive up the mountain ridge known of the Grand &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sasso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Abruzzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is spectacular. The summit cannot be reached by car but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Campo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Imperatore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; offers a perfect spot to park your vehicle and from there you can take in the view. The warmth that you felt at the base of the mountains won't help stave off the cold up top; you need a warm coat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The simplicity of life is marked by the timeless &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;transhumant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sheppards&lt;/span&gt; who, as in days gone by, tend their flocks as they graze on the grass. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7eQxx8woEzQ/Tn3CWzchK8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/MRN1eQ3szmg/s1600/DSC00544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655890404069944258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7eQxx8woEzQ/Tn3CWzchK8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/MRN1eQ3szmg/s320/DSC00544.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My daughter was more than happy to pose for these photos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8831271077448832484-23364082643043737?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/23364082643043737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/there-are-certain-times-in-your-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/23364082643043737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/23364082643043737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/there-are-certain-times-in-your-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v9gztg88veE/Tn3E1u75-tI/AAAAAAAAAHE/3EGv9Gzg_l4/s72-c/DSC00548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-8765561196324412083</id><published>2011-09-20T14:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T14:15:04.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E3HOVORoALs/TnkB0QaMEzI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qEQfDYbwCOY/s1600/lilacs%2Band%2Blilacs%2Band%2Bbutterfly%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654552804410004274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E3HOVORoALs/TnkB0QaMEzI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qEQfDYbwCOY/s320/lilacs%2Band%2Blilacs%2Band%2Bbutterfly%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma what is a blessing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blessing is the feel of a newborn baby’s skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blessing is the sunshine and the soft rain that touches the flowers and makes them bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the song of the birds, the flight of the eagle and the roar of the tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blessing is the tallest mountain and smallest hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the day and the night, the stars and the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blessing is the first snowfall of winter and the rustling of the trees in the spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the beautiful colors of the sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blessing is a word of kindness when someone is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a tear drop and a gentle embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blessing is friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the family that surrounds us and the people who love us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the music we hear and the songs we sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blessing is the dance you dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the food we eat, the water we drink and the clothes we wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the hand that feeds the poor, heals the sick and cares for the elderly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the comfort offered in our darkest moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the courage of a soldier who goes to war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blessing is the mother who wipes your tears and tucks you in at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the sweet sound of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blessing is you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiziana Ciccone Copyright 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8831271077448832484-8765561196324412083?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8765561196324412083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/blessings-momma-what-is-blessing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/8765561196324412083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/8765561196324412083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/blessings-momma-what-is-blessing.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E3HOVORoALs/TnkB0QaMEzI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qEQfDYbwCOY/s72-c/lilacs%2Band%2Blilacs%2Band%2Bbutterfly%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-4038951194042761742</id><published>2011-09-08T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T11:37:29.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-26GS4d3J568/TmkLQFRxs-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/8kwFXWDncBc/s1600/DSC00607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650059578435548130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-26GS4d3J568/TmkLQFRxs-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/8kwFXWDncBc/s320/DSC00607.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who were these children? What were their dreams and aspirations? Were their lives filled with happiness, love of family, and good health? No one will ever know. Time passes, memories fade and we are forgotten. But for a brief moment in time, we matter. We create our own history and leave a small impression in the lives we touch. And that is enough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8831271077448832484-4038951194042761742?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4038951194042761742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/who-were-these-children-what-were-their.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/4038951194042761742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/4038951194042761742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/who-were-these-children-what-were-their.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-26GS4d3J568/TmkLQFRxs-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/8kwFXWDncBc/s72-c/DSC00607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-1477272463563917964</id><published>2011-09-06T11:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T11:32:12.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aORe8yfvQJA/TmZknIhS2NI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2ei7AaMPDo4/s1600/DSC00571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649313406047672530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aORe8yfvQJA/TmZknIhS2NI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2ei7AaMPDo4/s320/DSC00571.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Outside the Posta Hotel in Reggio Emilia, Italy sits a Piazza.The trickling water from the fountain lures you promising a refreshing drink. The splashing droplets of water sparkle in the sunlight. Surely a small sip will quench your summer thirst but you can't get near the fountain because it is home to flocks of pigeons who are busy feasting and bathing in the cool water. At the foot of the fountain is this little boy who finds pleasure in scooping bird seed off the ground. He tosses them at the pigeons and squeels in delight as they gather around to collect their fare. &lt;/div&gt;And you wonder, "Why do children need toys?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8831271077448832484-1477272463563917964?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1477272463563917964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/outside-posta-hotel-in-reggio-emilia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/1477272463563917964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/1477272463563917964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/outside-posta-hotel-in-reggio-emilia.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aORe8yfvQJA/TmZknIhS2NI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2ei7AaMPDo4/s72-c/DSC00571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-416870545731280594</id><published>2011-09-05T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T14:09:35.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days Gone By!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvPn6R_KGVc/TmUYYADyWYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VadXxmsZNPQ/s1600/202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648948108217964930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvPn6R_KGVc/TmUYYADyWYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VadXxmsZNPQ/s320/202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoreline of Barcelona is lined with small villages, many of them are home to castles, keeps, quaint churches and small shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a small fare you can ride a water shuttle that stops at the villages where you can enjoy lunch or light refreshments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you meander through the streets and into the castles, you can hear the sounds of days gone by. You can't help but wonder who the people were that once filled these spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part there are no plaques to mark their stories so you are left to rely on your imagination. Occassionally you might find a statue or a land mark that tells a tale of bravery, love or stife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8831271077448832484-416870545731280594?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/416870545731280594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/days-gone-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/416870545731280594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/416870545731280594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/days-gone-by.html' title='Days Gone By!'/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvPn6R_KGVc/TmUYYADyWYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VadXxmsZNPQ/s72-c/202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-7498606295578481522</id><published>2010-10-25T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T12:17:00.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TMXW8EY1IYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/p-oeYDyAsVo/s1600/europe+285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532064044752904578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TMXW8EY1IYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/p-oeYDyAsVo/s320/europe+285.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Legends say that hummingbirds float free of time, carrying our hopes for love, joy and celebration. The hummingbird's delicate grace reminds us that life is rich, beauty is everywhere, every personal connection has meaning and that laughter is life's sweetest creation."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.papyrusonline.com/"&gt;www.papyrusonline.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8831271077448832484-7498606295578481522?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7498606295578481522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/legends-say-that-hummingbirds-float.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/7498606295578481522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/7498606295578481522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/legends-say-that-hummingbirds-float.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TMXW8EY1IYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/p-oeYDyAsVo/s72-c/europe+285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-6185530618016136713</id><published>2010-10-24T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T09:05:48.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moment A Child Makes A New Discovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TMRY0aff2iI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hKc2cr8QTAs/s1600/SANY0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531643899805686306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TMRY0aff2iI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hKc2cr8QTAs/s320/SANY0078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If only every moment was a wonderful as this one, when the simplest of things continue to excite us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8831271077448832484-6185530618016136713?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6185530618016136713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/moment-child-makes-new-discovery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/6185530618016136713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/6185530618016136713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/moment-child-makes-new-discovery.html' title='The Moment A Child Makes A New Discovery'/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TMRY0aff2iI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hKc2cr8QTAs/s72-c/SANY0078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-3880435338873149173</id><published>2010-10-21T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T04:21:35.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Baby's Kick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TMAhyox4syI/AAAAAAAAAEk/AAuLBvwc3tU/s1600/doctor+kicks+mom.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530457496234799906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TMAhyox4syI/AAAAAAAAAEk/AAuLBvwc3tU/s320/doctor+kicks+mom.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sitting in the doctor's office, your baby gives you a great big kick announcing, "I'm in here!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Simply Breathtaking!&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/8831271077448832484-3880435338873149173?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3880435338873149173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/babys-kick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/3880435338873149173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/3880435338873149173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/babys-kick.html' title='A Baby&apos;s Kick'/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TMAhyox4syI/AAAAAAAAAEk/AAuLBvwc3tU/s72-c/doctor+kicks+mom.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-8935760276237829398</id><published>2010-10-12T06:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T06:28:07.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of One a Hug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TLRh2NSNH9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/8_xBN1Ke36E/s1600/15159_181274874245_500999245_2654631_4717033_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527150226597289938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TLRh2NSNH9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/8_xBN1Ke36E/s320/15159_181274874245_500999245_2654631_4717033_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that one hug can move a city?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this video-It's breathtaking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just copy and paste the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=hN8CKwdosjE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8831271077448832484-8935760276237829398?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8935760276237829398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/power-of-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/8935760276237829398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/8935760276237829398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/power-of-one.html' title='The Power of One a Hug'/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TLRh2NSNH9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/8_xBN1Ke36E/s72-c/15159_181274874245_500999245_2654631_4717033_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-731205113351913054</id><published>2010-10-05T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T14:36:00.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Colosseum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TKuZRj_VnEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Y6Cua1T5g-o/s1600/europe+775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524677894897769538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TKuZRj_VnEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Y6Cua1T5g-o/s320/europe+775.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The roar of the crowd has subsided and the gladiators are long gone; buried and forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; But when you walk into the Colosseum you can still feel the pulse of the games and if you let your imagination run free you can still hear the clash of the swords as the  gladiators fight for their lives!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8831271077448832484-731205113351913054?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/731205113351913054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/colosseum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/731205113351913054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/731205113351913054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/colosseum.html' title='The Colosseum'/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TKuZRj_VnEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Y6Cua1T5g-o/s72-c/europe+775.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-8521624146498470470</id><published>2010-09-26T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T11:22:10.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating 50 years of Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TJ-L7JqX7xI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9SsrNsV1XQ4/s1600/DSC03164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521285516501708562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TJ-L7JqX7xI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9SsrNsV1XQ4/s320/DSC03164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How many people are fortunate enough to share a lifetime with one person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My parents are blessed in this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This photograph honours their journey; the struggles, hopes, the caring and nurturing; it marks the trials and tribulations they encountered when they left their families behind and moved to a new country in hopes of starting a richer life to raise a family of their own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And what fine life they have shared!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8831271077448832484-8521624146498470470?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8521624146498470470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/celebrating-50-years-of-marriage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/8521624146498470470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/8521624146498470470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/celebrating-50-years-of-marriage.html' title='Celebrating 50 years of Marriage'/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TJ-L7JqX7xI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9SsrNsV1XQ4/s72-c/DSC03164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-6334047303641548912</id><published>2010-09-24T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T09:08:19.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Bestest" of Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TJzLeaTqjKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aiT6-49D4HA/s1600/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520510966567701666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TJzLeaTqjKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aiT6-49D4HA/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first friendship is the bestest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We make no demands,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and give unconditionally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We share our tears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;forget our sorrows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We laugh and play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We dress up and tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;silly secrets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We expect nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We embrace the joys of life together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and are filled with the promise of tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8831271077448832484-6334047303641548912?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6334047303641548912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/bestest-of-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/6334047303641548912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/6334047303641548912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/bestest-of-friends.html' title='The &quot;Bestest&quot; of Friends'/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TJzLeaTqjKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aiT6-49D4HA/s72-c/IMG_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-6262785122022142622</id><published>2010-09-23T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T06:18:17.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Delicious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TJtV7PjCuqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/u6ZYpFRWBzg/s1600/europe+809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520100244546828962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TJtV7PjCuqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/u6ZYpFRWBzg/s320/europe+809.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is no doubt that the presentation of food is an art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sitting in a street side restaurant in Rome, on a balmy August night, this plate arrives at our table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bocconcino&lt;/span&gt; cheese, olives, salami, prosciutto, artichokes and crusty bread drizzled with peppers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Simply breathtaking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8831271077448832484-6262785122022142622?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6262785122022142622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/simply-delicous.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/6262785122022142622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/6262785122022142622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/simply-delicous.html' title='Simply Delicious!'/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TJtV7PjCuqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/u6ZYpFRWBzg/s72-c/europe+809.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-8969536744334666906</id><published>2010-09-22T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T06:16:14.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TJn_xE9avFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/XRa5Rxyb0Ac/s1600/europe+410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519724036929272914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TJn_xE9avFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/XRa5Rxyb0Ac/s320/europe+410.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the seaport of Sicily the old and new blend together in a seamless line. A lone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fisherman&lt;/span&gt; stands on the rocks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surrounding&lt;/span&gt; his hut. He places the bait on his hook. Cruise liners, sail boats, motor boats and roadside traffic buzz by. He is unaffected by the din. I snap the photograph of him practicing one of man's oldest means of hunting and gathering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Breathtaking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8831271077448832484-8969536744334666906?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8969536744334666906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-seaport-of-sicily-old-and-new-blend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/8969536744334666906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/8969536744334666906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-seaport-of-sicily-old-and-new-blend.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TJn_xE9avFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/XRa5Rxyb0Ac/s72-c/europe+410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-2583094602009716481</id><published>2010-09-20T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T17:04:51.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Child's Eyes see All the Wonders of God's Beauty. Why do People tell them It's Not so...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TJeon3fASII/AAAAAAAAADs/bCeVunAyXHQ/s1600/europe+405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519065271228188802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TJeon3fASII/AAAAAAAAADs/bCeVunAyXHQ/s320/europe+405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FLOWERS ARE RED&lt;br /&gt;by Harry Chapin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy went to his first day of school&lt;br /&gt;He got some crayons and started to draw&lt;br /&gt;He put colors all over the paper&lt;br /&gt;For colors was what he saw&lt;br /&gt;And the teacher said...What you doin', young man&lt;br /&gt;"I'm paintin' flowers," he said.&lt;br /&gt;She said, "It's not the time for art young man&lt;br /&gt;And anyway flowers are green and red&lt;br /&gt;There's time for everything young man&lt;br /&gt;And a way it should be done&lt;br /&gt;You've got to show concern for everyone else&lt;br /&gt;For you're not the only one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she said........&lt;br /&gt;Flowers are red young man&lt;br /&gt;And green leaves are green&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to see flowers any other way&lt;br /&gt;Than the way the always have been seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the little boy said......&lt;br /&gt;There are so many colors in the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;So many colors in the mornin' sun&lt;br /&gt;So many colors in a flower and I see every one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the teacher said...You're sassy&lt;br /&gt;There's ways that things should be&lt;br /&gt;And you'll paint flowers the way they are&lt;br /&gt;So repeat after me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she said....&lt;br /&gt;Flowers are red young man&lt;br /&gt;And green leaves are green&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to see flowers any other way&lt;br /&gt;Than the way they always have been seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the little boy said....&lt;br /&gt;There are so many colors in the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;So many colors in a flower&lt;br /&gt;And I see every one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher put him in a corner&lt;br /&gt;She said....It's for your own good&lt;br /&gt;And you won't come out 'till you get it right&lt;br /&gt;And all responding like you should&lt;br /&gt;Well finally he lonely&lt;br /&gt;Frightened thoughts filled his bead&lt;br /&gt;And he went up to the teacher&lt;br /&gt;And this is what he said...and he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers are red, green leaves are green&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to see flowers any other way&lt;br /&gt;Than the way they always have been seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time went by like it always does&lt;br /&gt;And they moved to another town&lt;br /&gt;And the little boy went to another school&lt;br /&gt;And this is what he found&lt;br /&gt;The teacher there was smilin'&lt;br /&gt;She said...Painting should be fun&lt;br /&gt;and there are so many colors in a flower&lt;br /&gt;So let's use every one&lt;br /&gt;But that little boy painted flowers&lt;br /&gt;In neat rows of green and red&lt;br /&gt;And when the teacher asked him why&lt;br /&gt;This is what he said,..and he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers are red, green leaves are green&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to see flowers any other way&lt;br /&gt;Than the way they always have been seen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8831271077448832484-2583094602009716481?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2583094602009716481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/childs-eyes-see-all-wonders-of-gods.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/2583094602009716481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/2583094602009716481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/childs-eyes-see-all-wonders-of-gods.html' title='A Child&apos;s Eyes see All the Wonders of God&apos;s Beauty. Why do People tell them It&apos;s Not so...'/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TJeon3fASII/AAAAAAAAADs/bCeVunAyXHQ/s72-c/europe+405.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-6709497390941590620</id><published>2010-09-07T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T18:31:24.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TIbm2GCAPEI/AAAAAAAAADk/pKzlHzJ_X7M/s1600/recordd!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514348610768092226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TIbm2GCAPEI/AAAAAAAAADk/pKzlHzJ_X7M/s320/recordd!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Breaking the all time scoring record for St. Michael's Buzzers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Simply breathtaking.&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/8831271077448832484-6709497390941590620?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6709497390941590620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/celebrate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/6709497390941590620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/6709497390941590620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/celebrate.html' title='Celebrate'/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TIbm2GCAPEI/AAAAAAAAADk/pKzlHzJ_X7M/s72-c/recordd!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-2529684848038068821</id><published>2010-09-03T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T06:12:11.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfection of Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TIDzRdiXJWI/AAAAAAAAADc/yEoC5hbQd5I/s1600/planting+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512673425213564258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TIDzRdiXJWI/AAAAAAAAADc/yEoC5hbQd5I/s320/planting+096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is no wonder that artists turn to the natural world for inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yet can any single human being ever replicate the wonders of God's paint brush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8831271077448832484-2529684848038068821?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2529684848038068821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/perfection-of-nature.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/2529684848038068821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/2529684848038068821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/perfection-of-nature.html' title='The Perfection of Nature'/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TIDzRdiXJWI/AAAAAAAAADc/yEoC5hbQd5I/s72-c/planting+096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-2107414797092677171</id><published>2010-09-01T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T18:14:11.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Scores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TH73My7dBvI/AAAAAAAAADM/ZxAnkvrpeRM/s1600/Lee+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512114793149695730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TH73My7dBvI/AAAAAAAAADM/ZxAnkvrpeRM/s320/Lee+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; It's the semi final game of the season and the two teams have been locked in a ping pong game of goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's the last two minutes and they're tied. You hold your breath as your daughter stabs the ring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Two defense men and one forward swarm her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She weaves around them, her movements purposeful. The crowd is on its feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She raises her stick as she drops to the ice.She flicks the ring with two seconds remaining on the clock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She scores!&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/8831271077448832484-2107414797092677171?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2107414797092677171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/she-scores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/2107414797092677171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/2107414797092677171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/she-scores.html' title='She Scores'/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TH73My7dBvI/AAAAAAAAADM/ZxAnkvrpeRM/s72-c/Lee+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-2966090825999094024</id><published>2010-09-01T05:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T05:22:35.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TH5DS33dDRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6Zn73Eg0f_0/s1600/europe+225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511916985461312786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TH5DS33dDRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6Zn73Eg0f_0/s320/europe+225.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;High in the mountains of Toulon France sits a medieval village that dates back over 1000 years.  Today its meandering streets are lined with specialty shops and quaint restaurants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you walk around you can hear the faint voices of the past; the mothers calling to their children; the rumbling of the horse drawn carts, and the tolling of the church bell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The church is nestled on the highest point of the village.  The beauty of this holy place lies in its simplicity. The stone alter that sits at the front of the church is not adorned with gold.  A few statues are strewn in one corner and a single portrait rests on a wall.  If you listen you can hear the fervent prayers of the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Breathtaking! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8831271077448832484-2966090825999094024?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2966090825999094024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/solitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/2966090825999094024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/2966090825999094024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/solitude.html' title='Solitude'/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TH5DS33dDRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6Zn73Eg0f_0/s72-c/europe+225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-717412541627999795</id><published>2010-08-30T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T17:41:03.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Finest Wine is Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/THxNkXAJh9I/AAAAAAAAACs/vCKqqc1zZbU/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511365331039913938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/THxNkXAJh9I/AAAAAAAAACs/vCKqqc1zZbU/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of us search a life time for special friends; the ones who love us when we are at our worst, who makes us smile when we are downtrodden, who sustain us with their wisdom and kindness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their greatest gift to us is the gift of laughter; that uncanny ability they have to make every moment funny -even when other don't see the humour they do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And like a fine wine, as the years go by and the wrinkles set in, they become more unique and precious to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are truly breathtaking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8831271077448832484-717412541627999795?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/717412541627999795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/finest-wine-is-friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/717412541627999795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/717412541627999795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/finest-wine-is-friendship.html' title='The Finest Wine is Friendship'/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/THxNkXAJh9I/AAAAAAAAACs/vCKqqc1zZbU/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-8746325605721223533</id><published>2010-08-29T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T17:29:51.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heart of a Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511032385961931058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/THsewZ7vMTI/AAAAAAAAACk/ODtba507hbM/s320/tiz+and+mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the moment you are born you know the warmth of your mother's love; she gives you comfort, feeds you, wipes your tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She supports you as you take your first steps, say your first words and have your first temper tantrum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On your first day of school she walks you to you classroom and leaves you, holding back tears until she is out of sight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You become a teenager; learn to drive a car, go out with your friends, stay out past curfew.  You tell her to stop being overprotective you when she warns you about drugs, drinking and driving and a world gone mad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then one day you get married and have a child of your own and in that exquisite moment; when you look at your baby's face for the first time, you think of her and all the love she felt for you fills your heart and you finally understand the heart of a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8831271077448832484-8746325605721223533?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8746325605721223533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/heart-of-mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/8746325605721223533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/8746325605721223533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/heart-of-mother.html' title='The Heart of a Mother'/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/THsewZ7vMTI/AAAAAAAAACk/ODtba507hbM/s72-c/tiz+and+mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-1120742672680534933</id><published>2010-08-28T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T16:52:24.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tortola-The Baths -Virgin Gorda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/THmemW0LO3I/AAAAAAAAACc/D8iCPQs1KV4/s1600/vacation+florida+2009+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510610000861150066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/THmemW0LO3I/AAAAAAAAACc/D8iCPQs1KV4/s320/vacation+florida+2009+090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This small beach is definitely one of nature's many wonders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A 45 minute jet boat ride from Tortola, across Sir Francis Drake Channel, you will find Virgin Gorda-home of The Bathes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This beautiful beach can be reached either through a densely foliated trail or through a series of caves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Which ever way you choose to go, it's well worth the trek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is perhaps one of the most breathtaking stretches of beach you will ever see!&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/8831271077448832484-1120742672680534933?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1120742672680534933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/tortola-baths-virgin-gorda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/1120742672680534933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/1120742672680534933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/tortola-baths-virgin-gorda.html' title='Tortola-The Baths -Virgin Gorda'/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/THmemW0LO3I/AAAAAAAAACc/D8iCPQs1KV4/s72-c/vacation+florida+2009+090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-3732249263075208537</id><published>2010-08-27T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T18:29:21.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He'll  Never Let You Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/THhjtWqLz9I/AAAAAAAAACU/DUSjbo6udKU/s1600/IMAGE_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510263774915579858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/THhjtWqLz9I/AAAAAAAAACU/DUSjbo6udKU/s320/IMAGE_003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;High school comes to an end and you say goodbye to childhood friends as they go off to distant universities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing lasts forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are overwhelmed with feelings of uncertainty and loneliness and then when you least expect it a new friend enters you life; soft, snugly and absolutely adorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Simply breathtaking!&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/8831271077448832484-3732249263075208537?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3732249263075208537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/hell-never-let-you-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/3732249263075208537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/3732249263075208537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/hell-never-let-you-down.html' title='He&apos;ll  Never Let You Down'/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/THhjtWqLz9I/AAAAAAAAACU/DUSjbo6udKU/s72-c/IMAGE_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-6216390359940261518</id><published>2010-08-26T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T19:36:54.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/THcigFDo01I/AAAAAAAAACM/hdviLz7gPrs/s1600/tiziana+little.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509910603619685202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/THcigFDo01I/AAAAAAAAACM/hdviLz7gPrs/s320/tiziana+little.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would we be without our treasured photographs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos capture our happiest memories and immortalize them for all time.  They carry us from one joyful moment to the next; leaving out all the hardships that fall in between. They move us, make us laugh and stir our senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks before your 5oth birthday you rummage through an old tattered album and come across a photo of yourself as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathtaking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8831271077448832484-6216390359940261518?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6216390359940261518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/memories.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/6216390359940261518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/6216390359940261518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/THcigFDo01I/AAAAAAAAACM/hdviLz7gPrs/s72-c/tiziana+little.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-407190092018889086</id><published>2010-08-25T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T19:18:43.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/THWc9j8h6rI/AAAAAAAAACE/q3NA60Rf0CA/s1600/europe+659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509482300592745138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/THWc9j8h6rI/AAAAAAAAACE/q3NA60Rf0CA/s320/europe+659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my way through the lively crowd and street side musicians gathered in Campo dei Fiori in Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I left the hubbub I noticed an unassuming fountain sitting on the outskirts of the piazza; no one paid any attention to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped and walked toward it. My sandals were quickly sprayed by water droplets. I looked at the date at the top of the fountain, 1872 and I asked a passing citizen, "Is that the year it was made?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, it never stops. Many fountains in Rome have been spraying for hundreds of years." he smiled proudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathtaking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8831271077448832484-407190092018889086?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/407190092018889086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/fountian.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/407190092018889086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/407190092018889086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/fountian.html' title='A Fountain'/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/THWc9j8h6rI/AAAAAAAAACE/q3NA60Rf0CA/s72-c/europe+659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-6672037765602345095</id><published>2010-08-24T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T12:19:11.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/THQZjR30bKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/EPmDJzUaeb0/s1600/europe+559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509056338064600226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/THQZjR30bKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/EPmDJzUaeb0/s320/europe+559.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 104 degrees on the Island of Crete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You climb the hill to reach Poseidon's Temple. The is no breeze, no shade, no reprieve from the pounding sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A quaint restaurant sits at the bottom of the Temple offering refreshments to weary travellers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You order a cold Fanta on Ice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You  take a huge gulp and feel instant relief remembering why you like winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breathtaking!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8831271077448832484-6672037765602345095?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6672037765602345095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-104-degrees-on-island-of-crete.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/6672037765602345095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/6672037765602345095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-104-degrees-on-island-of-crete.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/THQZjR30bKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/EPmDJzUaeb0/s72-c/europe+559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-580192577849658117</id><published>2010-08-23T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T14:50:21.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise on the Aegean Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/THLmiwuhofI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wfKIdBJhVq4/s1600/europe+499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508718779097522674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/THLmiwuhofI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wfKIdBJhVq4/s320/europe+499.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cruise ship sails from Turkey to Greece across the Aegean Sea breaking through the water. It leaves small ripples behind, the only tell tale sign that it was even there.  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gentle motions of the ship lolls the passengeres to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning at 5:57 a.m. you draw the curtains of your cabin balcony and are greeted by the most amazing sunrise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breathtaking!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8831271077448832484-580192577849658117?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/580192577849658117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunrise-on-aegean-sea.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/580192577849658117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/580192577849658117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunrise-on-aegean-sea.html' title='Sunrise on the Aegean Sea'/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/THLmiwuhofI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wfKIdBJhVq4/s72-c/europe+499.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-7897273989518171232</id><published>2010-08-22T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T04:58:09.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simplest of Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/THEZS5hQb6I/AAAAAAAAABs/7d8b3l7zm6A/s1600/whipping+creme+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508211631719477154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/THEZS5hQb6I/AAAAAAAAABs/7d8b3l7zm6A/s320/whipping+creme+025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A child finds joy in the simplest of things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watch as she claps her hands together sending a spray of whipped cream into the air. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tiny specks float around her eventually coming to rest on her face and hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is not concerned although she wiggles her nose acknowledging the presence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her attention is focused on her hands as she squeezes. She squints her eyes and smiles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A single thought enters my mind "Childhood is wonderful."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8831271077448832484-7897273989518171232?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7897273989518171232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/simplest-of-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/7897273989518171232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/7897273989518171232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/simplest-of-things.html' title='The Simplest of Things'/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/THEZS5hQb6I/AAAAAAAAABs/7d8b3l7zm6A/s72-c/whipping+creme+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-8129406979483874160</id><published>2010-08-21T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T04:25:55.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Hold Your Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TG-zxeNsWmI/AAAAAAAAABU/Mbb1H_6xMuU/s1600/weekend+to+end+breast+cancer+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507818531802864226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TG-zxeNsWmI/AAAAAAAAABU/Mbb1H_6xMuU/s320/weekend+to+end+breast+cancer+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a warm summer morning, in the quite hour before the sun broke through the sky 5000 women and men tied their laces and tugged firmly on their heartstrings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They bowed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; heads in silent prayer, each to his or her own purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I looked around me at the never ending sea of people I believed humanity could move mountains.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The music played as we pushed through the gates of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CNE&lt;/span&gt; grounds. The 5000 strong began their 50 k walk to end breast cancer,  crying in one voice, "We can do it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/8831271077448832484-8129406979483874160?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8129406979483874160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-will-hold-your-hand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/8129406979483874160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/8129406979483874160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-will-hold-your-hand.html' title='I Will Hold Your Hand'/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TG-zxeNsWmI/AAAAAAAAABU/Mbb1H_6xMuU/s72-c/weekend+to+end+breast+cancer+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831271077448832484.post-5621124028874821830</id><published>2010-08-20T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T05:10:22.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stain Glassed WIndow of the Vatican</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TG5oHPb5JsI/AAAAAAAAABM/iJiyqE7xYO0/s1600/europe+724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507453867932591810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TG5oHPb5JsI/AAAAAAAAABM/iJiyqE7xYO0/s320/europe+724.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the turmoils of life filled with the constant need to be doing and moving, I found a few moments of divine silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vatican in Rome is perhaps the greatest tribute to the greatness of what human beings can create. Walking through the threshold of the central doors my eyes were blessed with breathtaking visions of sculptures and paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning to the immediate right my gaze fell upon Michelangelo's Pieta; the sculpture of Mother Mary holding Jesus in her arms after his Crucifixion. Centuries after his death Michelangelo's statue moves the people around it to tears. His words resonate in the space surrounding his masterpiece, "I am a poor man and of little worth, who is laboring in that art that God has given me in order to extend my life as long as possible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this beauty one single stain glassed window at the front of the church, aligned directly with the central doors beckoned me. As I walked toward it I saw rays of sunlight pouring through illuminating the sculpture at its base.  A dove, the universal symbol of all that is pure, innocent and good gleamed in the centre. It's message was clear, "Have faith!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8831271077448832484-5621124028874821830?l=365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5621124028874821830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/stain-glassed-window-of-vatican.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/5621124028874821830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8831271077448832484/posts/default/5621124028874821830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365breathtakingmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/stain-glassed-window-of-vatican.html' title='The Stain Glassed WIndow of the Vatican'/><author><name>Tiziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412668063361103734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/SwE9dUre_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqQuv21stR4/S220/colour5672.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z-XuVH2fZoM/TG5oHPb5JsI/AAAAAAAAABM/iJiyqE7xYO0/s72-c/europe+724.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
