<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473931</id><updated>2009-12-11T08:44:46.267-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude of Gratitude</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Scott W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06361224878660334532</uri><email>sswoodard@yahoo.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2959</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473931.post-8878557579355510347</id><published>2009-12-11T07:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T07:24:30.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>12.11.(10).09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small&gt;The night of the past is gone, this day is ours. ~&lt;u&gt;Twenty-Four Hours a Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small&gt;Today I am grateful…&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small&gt;for the luxury of central air and heat&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small&gt;for my own washer/dryer combo&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small&gt;for smiles on happy dogs (below is not Bunny)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small&gt;the company of strangers and the comfort of friends&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small&gt;for shopping sprees at Texas Art Supply&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SyJICzrUthI/AAAAAAAABgo/qdCsmER0pm0/s1600-h/BOS-0002_peace%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="BOS-0002_peace" border="0" alt="BOS-0002_peace" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SyJIDQneAPI/AAAAAAAABgs/mK0yyJZnDHo/BOS-0002_peace_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="396" height="547" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Help me remember that frustration and confusion usually precede growth. If my situation is challenging me, it is because I'm learning something new, rising to a higher level of understanding. Help me be grateful, even in my frustration, that life is an exciting progression of lessons. ~&lt;u&gt;The Language of Letting Go&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473931-8878557579355510347?l=sippiambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8878557579355510347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473931&amp;postID=8878557579355510347' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/8878557579355510347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/8878557579355510347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/2009/12/12111009.html' title='12.11.(10).09'/><author><name>Scott W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06361224878660334532</uri><email>sswoodard@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01828116784868525334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473931.post-4513665879217925496</id><published>2009-12-10T17:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T17:27:06.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pull My Finger</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SyGDnuVE2_I/AAAAAAAABgg/wu9_C8_-vaY/s1600-h/pull%20my%20finger%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="pull my finger" border="0" alt="pull my finger" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SyGDoGMBOeI/AAAAAAAABgk/3wIwO0DpG00/pull%20my%20finger_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="615" height="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="7"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.misternicehands.com/" target="_blank"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473931-4513665879217925496?l=sippiambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4513665879217925496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473931&amp;postID=4513665879217925496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/4513665879217925496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/4513665879217925496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/2009/12/here.html' title='Pull My Finger'/><author><name>Scott W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06361224878660334532</uri><email>sswoodard@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01828116784868525334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473931.post-3128693566079685194</id><published>2009-12-10T07:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:57:42.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>12.10.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;If you can just observe what you are and move with it, then you will find that it is possible to go infinitely far. ~J. Krishnamurti&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today I am grateful…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;for the language of Alcoholics Anonymous. I always wanted to be in on things, now I am. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;that I still believe in magic &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;for the willingness to do the work, that is God doing for me what I could not do for myself &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;that recovery brings out human-ness &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;for last night’s topic ‘acceptance’. I need to hear this over and over and over. And then some.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SyD8xfw1AMI/AAAAAAAABgY/wio9TgY8uS4/s1600-h/GreenPeace%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="GreenPeace" border="0" alt="GreenPeace" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SyD8x2oBdbI/AAAAAAAABgc/GNOVGjBPyr4/GreenPeace_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="431" height="599" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;When we were small, we dreamed a thousand dreams about what could happen in our lives. Anything, even magical things, seemed like they could happen, and our world was full of visions. That part of us that believes wonderful, magical things can happen is still in us. It may have been beaten down for a while, but it is still there waiting to help us seek the wonderful, lovely, and good things in life. ~&lt;u&gt;Today's Gift&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473931-3128693566079685194?l=sippiambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3128693566079685194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473931&amp;postID=3128693566079685194' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/3128693566079685194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/3128693566079685194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/2009/12/121009.html' title='12.10.09'/><author><name>Scott W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06361224878660334532</uri><email>sswoodard@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01828116784868525334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473931.post-2835126001687343269</id><published>2009-12-09T09:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:57:07.977-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Evening Encounter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54241146@N00/4172144334/" title="the evening encounter by sippiambrose, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2676/4172144334_9ed5d7e556.jpg" alt="the evening encounter" width="500" height="401" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;24" x 30", acrylic on canvas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473931-2835126001687343269?l=sippiambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2835126001687343269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473931&amp;postID=2835126001687343269' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/2835126001687343269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/2835126001687343269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/2009/12/evening-encounter.html' title='The Evening Encounter'/><author><name>Scott W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06361224878660334532</uri><email>sswoodard@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01828116784868525334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473931.post-415199408335312712</id><published>2009-12-09T09:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:31:36.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>12.09.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;No one can make you feel inferior without your consent. ~Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;Today I am grateful…&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;that I never really watched The Biggest Loser other than a few minutes here and there, but last night I saw the last three weigh in and the winner determined. He lost 55% of his weight. There is a euphoria to that kind of weight loss. I have had the experience (not that big a percentage, but 70 pounds is significant). It just shows that the seemingly impossible can be a reality.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;that reality can have a boundary or it can be flexible, it's my perception to which I must pay attention&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;for prayers for all those still on the sinking ship&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;that my ship is in dry dock&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/Sx_C1PBdqaI/AAAAAAAABgA/n_Ldsoej1ig/s1600-h/1235_frightening-under-towel%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="1235_frightening-under-towel" border="0" alt="1235_frightening-under-towel" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/Sx_C13LWQgI/AAAAAAAABgM/dPHNu8_xpkk/1235_frightening-under-towel_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="453" height="490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small&gt;We are all seeking something, but many do not know what they want in life. They are seeking something because they are restless and dissatisfied, without realizing that faith in God can give an objective and a purpose for their lives. Many of us are at least subconsciously seeking for a Power greater than ourselves because that would give a meaning to our existence. If you have found that Higher Power, you can be the means of leading others aright, by showing them that their search for a meaning to life will end when they find faith and trust in God as the answer. &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;~&lt;u&gt;Twenty-Four Hours a Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473931-415199408335312712?l=sippiambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/415199408335312712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473931&amp;postID=415199408335312712' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/415199408335312712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/415199408335312712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/2009/12/120909.html' title='12.09.09'/><author><name>Scott W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06361224878660334532</uri><email>sswoodard@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01828116784868525334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473931.post-5528538593243301664</id><published>2009-12-08T07:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:52:23.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>12.08.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;All animals, except man, know that the ultimate of life is to enjoy it. ~Samuel Butler&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;Today I am grateful…&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;that the Monday night Beginners meeting continues to be powerful and always takes me back to thoughts of the beginning of my journey&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;that giving back results in receiving more&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;that I didn’t get enough sleep last night but I think I will be okay&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;that my days have lots of Hallmark moments&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;that I have found such joy lately in social interaction. A far cry from the hermit of olden days.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/Sx5aFMhi9_I/AAAAAAAABfo/4LWWkur2TIQ/s1600-h/dreamstime_86351%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="dreamstime_86351" border="0" alt="dreamstime_86351" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/Sx5aFshaDMI/AAAAAAAABf0/JcY3CkkuR2I/dreamstime_86351_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="432" height="593" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Look at the ordinary in your life. How would you feel if it was taken away? Don't just be grateful for successes. Be grateful for and celebrate the ordinary in your world. ~&lt;u&gt;More Language of Letting Go&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473931-5528538593243301664?l=sippiambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5528538593243301664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473931&amp;postID=5528538593243301664' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/5528538593243301664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/5528538593243301664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/2009/12/120809.html' title='12.08.09'/><author><name>Scott W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06361224878660334532</uri><email>sswoodard@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01828116784868525334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473931.post-8443883991758520920</id><published>2009-12-07T07:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T07:53:37.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>12.07.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;We are here to add what we can to, not to get what we can get from, Life. ~Sir William Osler&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Today I am grateful…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;for last night’s home cooked meal of roast beef with horseradish sauce, mashed potatoes with gravy and fresh green beans&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;that my obsession yesterday afternoon with listening endlessly to Lady Gaga’s Bad Romance has subsided&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;for a return to more seasonal temperatures here in Texas&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;that a sober Monday morning is a great start to any week&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;that gratitude, practiced daily, results in a peaceful heart&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/Sx0I33add_I/AAAAAAAABfY/_2fXj0VD7dI/s1600-h/Stillness_Full%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Stillness_Full" border="0" alt="Stillness_Full" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/Sx0I4Fg6M_I/AAAAAAAABfc/-plS_C5_msc/Stillness_Full_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="578" height="439" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;One of the great gifts of sobriety is learning to see beauty in things not always with       &lt;br /&gt;the eyes, but with the feeling of the heart. ~Shelley&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473931-8443883991758520920?l=sippiambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8443883991758520920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473931&amp;postID=8443883991758520920' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/8443883991758520920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/8443883991758520920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/2009/12/120709.html' title='12.07.09'/><author><name>Scott W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06361224878660334532</uri><email>sswoodard@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01828116784868525334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473931.post-6452015047525814330</id><published>2009-12-06T08:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T08:59:43.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>12.06.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;The strongest of all warriors are these two --Time and Patience. ~Leo Tolstoy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Today I am grateful…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;that when I detach from the craziness of this world the more peace I find&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;that if I pay enough attention today will teach me something I didn't know or perceive yesterday&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;for all the things I will forget today for which I am grateful&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;that my sober days pass fairly quickly and smoothly. My drinking days passed slowly and painfully.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;that I can give the custodianship of my life to my Higher Power&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SxvG3Gu4erI/AAAAAAAABfQ/VMA8OlSPCMI/s1600-h/patience_Full%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="patience_Full" border="0" alt="patience_Full" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SxvG388mLII/AAAAAAAABfU/uzruWsfbs4k/patience_Full_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="571" height="434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Celebrate with awe how far you've come in those first few steps of sobriety and in your faith and willingness to let go of your fears. Celebrate those first faltering moments of learning what it meant to take care of yourself. Even now, with each step you take, you are being transformed. Celebrate!&lt;font size="2"&gt; ~&lt;u&gt;More Language of Letting Go&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473931-6452015047525814330?l=sippiambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6452015047525814330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473931&amp;postID=6452015047525814330' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/6452015047525814330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/6452015047525814330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/2009/12/120609.html' title='12.06.09'/><author><name>Scott W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06361224878660334532</uri><email>sswoodard@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01828116784868525334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473931.post-4309958514644678357</id><published>2009-12-05T08:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T08:43:40.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>12.05.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors for you where there were only walls. ~Joseph Campbell&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today I am grateful…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;for the snow day we had here in Texas yesterday. Some loved it, some bemoaned it, some drove like it was raining babies. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;for yesterday’s meeting on service, sponsorship and the Grapevine&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;for my daily reprieve&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;that five years ago today I started publishing this blog, and for where it has taken me and for all the people I have met as a result&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;for all you that have been with me since the start of blogging and for all you that have fallen in over the years--thank you! This has enriched my sobriety in so many ways I couldn't begin to list.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SxpxmBgqHbI/AAAAAAAABfI/qwV1dy0kN6g/s1600-h/Snow-Clad-Trees-thumb%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Snow-Clad-Trees-thumb" border="0" alt="Snow-Clad-Trees-thumb" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/Sxpxm7MBptI/AAAAAAAABfM/9H7-GzG2t4c/Snow-Clad-Trees-thumb_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="409" height="559" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small&gt;Give something to those who are having trouble, to those whose thoughts are confused, something of your sympathy, your prayers, your time, your love, your thought, your self. Then give of your own confidence, as you have had it given to you by the grace of God. Give of yourself and of your loving sympathy. Give your best to those who need it and will accept it. Give according to need, never according to deserts. Remember that the giving of advice can never take the place of giving of your self.~&lt;u&gt;Twenty-Four Hours a Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473931-4309958514644678357?l=sippiambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4309958514644678357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473931&amp;postID=4309958514644678357' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/4309958514644678357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/4309958514644678357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/2009/12/120509.html' title='12.05.09'/><author><name>Scott W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06361224878660334532</uri><email>sswoodard@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01828116784868525334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473931.post-4827412208289653819</id><published>2009-12-04T08:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T08:24:24.251-06:00</updated><title type='text'>12.04.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I want to feel myself part of things, of the great drift and swirl; not cut off, missing things, like being sent to bed early as a child. ~Joanna Field&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today I am grateful…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;that I wasn’t counting, but I can remember at least six people yesterday telling me they love me&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;that the mystery of life seems, these days, more like an adventure. Well, rope me and call me Doty…I never suspected I would feel like that.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;that God whispers to my heart&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;that I listened to a woman who had fifteen facial surgeries to change her looks. She is addicted to plastic surgery. She said she no longer recognizes herself. I, too, find it hard to see the old me in the mirror. I consider that a blessing in life. She doesn’t.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;that yesterday in a record store a young man said he knew me. I didn’t recognize him but automatically extended my hand and said, “I’m Scott”. He asked if I worked there. I told him I must have one of those faces and said it was good to see him. I wandered away asking myself just who was it that said those words to a stranger. It certainly wasn’t my old self—the one who would have run from such an experience.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SxkbljLzJ3I/AAAAAAAABfA/EpUxfaFQC2w/s1600-h/zen%20circle%201%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="zen circle 1" border="0" alt="zen circle 1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/Sxkbl_XN8ZI/AAAAAAAABfE/q81da_ifZ7E/zen%20circle%201_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="515" height="391" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small&gt;Always seek to set aside the valuations of the world which seem wrong and try to judge only by those valuations which seem right to you. Do not seek too much the praise and notice of men. Be one of those who, though sometimes scoffed at, have a serenity and peace of mind which the scoffers never know. Be one of that band who feel the Divine Principle in the universe, though He be often rejected by men because He cannot be seen. &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;~&lt;u&gt;Twenty-Four Hours a Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473931-4827412208289653819?l=sippiambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4827412208289653819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473931&amp;postID=4827412208289653819' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/4827412208289653819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/4827412208289653819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/2009/12/120409.html' title='12.04.09'/><author><name>Scott W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06361224878660334532</uri><email>sswoodard@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01828116784868525334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473931.post-4748706593526903332</id><published>2009-12-03T20:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T20:16:36.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SxhxAm1XfQI/AAAAAAAABeo/LGulEwBKu9c/s1600-h/nightfly%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="nightfly" border="0" alt="nightfly" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SxhxA_toSUI/AAAAAAAABes/bfTMz2pyB-8/nightfly_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="534" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;6” x 4”, acrylic on plastic&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Donation to &lt;a href="http://www.thebody.com/visualaids/" target="_blank"&gt;Visual Aids&lt;/a&gt; postcard art auction.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Founded in 1988, as a response to AIDS and as a way of organizing the art world towards direct action, Visual AIDS has evolved a two-part mission. 1) Through the Frank Moore Archive Project, the largest slide library of work by artists living with HIV and the estates of artists who have died of AIDS, Visual AIDS historicizes artists' contributions while supporting their ability to continue making art and furthering their professional careers. 2) In collaboration with artists and organizations, Visual AIDS produces contemporary art exhibitions, publications, and events to spread the message &amp;quot;AIDS IS NOT OVER.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473931-4748706593526903332?l=sippiambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4748706593526903332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473931&amp;postID=4748706593526903332' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/4748706593526903332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/4748706593526903332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/2009/12/nightfly.html' title='Nightfly'/><author><name>Scott W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06361224878660334532</uri><email>sswoodard@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01828116784868525334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473931.post-3176471433749560672</id><published>2009-12-03T08:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T08:37:14.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>12.03.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;Spend unbroken chunks of time with the most important people in your life. ~Brian Tracy&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;Today I am grateful…&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;to have slept under heavy covers unfretted and unfettered&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;that somehow I remain honest, open-minded and willing&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;that last night I watched someone’s face as they listened to their friend share about service work. His face was beaming with love and pride for his friend that has grown greatly over her first six months back in the program.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;to have had lunch with three men that have known each other since they were in grade school. They are all sixty-nine years old now.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;that my Higher Power delivered a custom made day today&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SxfMh9JTfSI/AAAAAAAABeg/i0MY4fSXce4/s1600-h/Bridge_Pond_S2_fs%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="Bridge_Pond_S2_fs" border="0" alt="Bridge_Pond_S2_fs" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SxfMidFqTYI/AAAAAAAABek/mv-wiu2a_fM/Bridge_Pond_S2_fs_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="572" height="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Photo by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.surrealfocus.com/Gallery.htmlhttp://www.surrealfocus.com/Gallery.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mauro Acchione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Living with paradox is part of my sobriety. Things are never quite what they seem. When I think I have something figured out, I am made to be confused again especially around my life, relationships, people, events and the universe. Life is both simple and incomprehensible. God seems to demand an agnostic faith! There is so much I do not know or understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But all of this leads to a creative and exciting sobriety. It makes life an adventure. It feeds that artistic part of me that is reborn in my sobriety. Things I used to dislike when I drank, I now enjoy. People and writers that once bored me now fascinate me; even modern art has a spiritual message! ~Fr Leo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473931-3176471433749560672?l=sippiambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3176471433749560672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473931&amp;postID=3176471433749560672' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/3176471433749560672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/3176471433749560672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/2009/12/120309.html' title='12.03.09'/><author><name>Scott W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06361224878660334532</uri><email>sswoodard@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01828116784868525334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473931.post-4474296094479043938</id><published>2009-12-02T08:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T08:08:45.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>12.02.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We must be willing to get rid of the life we've planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us. ~Joseph Campbell&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Today I am grateful...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;to have this day and all it holds&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;that I might have an easier day if I set aside the differences and focus on the similarities&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;for another day to develop a spiritual connection&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;that as today unfolds I am filled with gratitude&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;that it’s decidedly winter in Texas&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SxZ06_PblCI/AAAAAAAABeY/ldsvW3uLM6w/s1600-h/whatdancing1%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="whatdancing1" border="0" alt="whatdancing1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SxZ07VxBS0I/AAAAAAAABec/q_4jJA3PJ98/whatdancing1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="395" height="565" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The photo? I have no idea.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;A lot of alcoholics say: &amp;quot;Well there's us, and then there's normal people.&amp;quot; Read my lips: There are no normal people. There are just people who haven't shared with you yet. ~Ken D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473931-4474296094479043938?l=sippiambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4474296094479043938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473931&amp;postID=4474296094479043938' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/4474296094479043938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/4474296094479043938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/2009/12/120209.html' title='12.02.09'/><author><name>Scott W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06361224878660334532</uri><email>sswoodard@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01828116784868525334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473931.post-3858975235676053384</id><published>2009-12-01T19:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:20:59.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chester</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SxXAcKPuEvI/AAAAAAAABeQ/ItkwAX2aYgY/s1600-h/chester%2022%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="chester 22" border="0" alt="chester 22" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SxXAcivjjYI/AAAAAAAABeU/bL0sv2r6R_U/chester%2022_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="426" height="461" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Today I am remembering my sweet Chester. He would have been 20 today. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;He has his own Rainbow Bridge posse now. When I hear of someone’s pet crossing over I have him round up his friends and they all run to the Rainbow Bridge to greet them as they make their way over. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I miss him. But he is doing good work.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473931-3858975235676053384?l=sippiambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3858975235676053384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473931&amp;postID=3858975235676053384' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/3858975235676053384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/3858975235676053384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/2009/12/chester.html' title='Chester'/><author><name>Scott W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06361224878660334532</uri><email>sswoodard@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01828116784868525334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473931.post-7636417756267055823</id><published>2009-12-01T09:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:40:54.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>12.01.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;If we ask for what we want and need, and get those needs met, we will not be able to punish people, or push them away later on, for disappointing us. ~Melody Beattie&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Today I am grateful…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;that my world keeps getting bigger. More people come in--my heart keeps expanding to allow that.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;that I had my pink/black/white plaid fuzzy slippers to put on this morning&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;that I did not crash a White House party wearing a sari, drive my Cadillac SUV into a tree or kiss a man on stage&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;that &lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/launch-my-line" target="_blank"&gt;Launch My Line&lt;/a&gt; starts tomorrow night&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;that I got to raise my hand last night as one celebrating years of sobriety in November&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SxU5A6Uq6cI/AAAAAAAABeI/nbUIZgT7eI8/s1600-h/contemplation-spirtuality%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="contemplation-spirtuality" border="0" alt="contemplation-spirtuality" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SxU5BaaOPjI/AAAAAAAABeM/S6uoSvQGsl4/contemplation-spirtuality_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="575" height="439" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;A smile directed at a stranger, a compliment given to a friend, an attitude of laughter, or a thoughtful gesture can send ripples that spread among your loved ones and associates, out into your community, and finally throughout the world. You have the power to touch the lives of everyone you come into contact with and everyone those people come into contact with. The momentum of your influence will grow as your ripples moves onward and outward. One of those ripples could become a tidal wave of positivity. ~&lt;u&gt;Daily Om&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473931-7636417756267055823?l=sippiambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7636417756267055823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473931&amp;postID=7636417756267055823' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/7636417756267055823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/7636417756267055823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/2009/12/120109.html' title='12.01.09'/><author><name>Scott W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06361224878660334532</uri><email>sswoodard@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01828116784868525334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473931.post-3210159459138848344</id><published>2009-11-30T17:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:38:55.649-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunny with Leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SxRXhyMJmKI/AAAAAAAABd4/VwqDjzzr_kM/s1600-h/bunny%20w%20leaves%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="bunny w leaves" border="0" alt="bunny w leaves" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SxRXiiVvYtI/AAAAAAAABd8/FGasOejEbQ0/bunny%20w%20leaves_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="563" height="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SxRXjNam3yI/AAAAAAAABeA/g_urrHUFL0s/s1600-h/bunny%20with%20leaves%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="bunny with leaves" border="0" alt="bunny with leaves" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SxRXjtt8HoI/AAAAAAAABeE/r-9UZnDyw8w/bunny%20with%20leaves_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="573" height="437" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473931-3210159459138848344?l=sippiambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3210159459138848344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473931&amp;postID=3210159459138848344' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/3210159459138848344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/3210159459138848344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/2009/11/bunny-with-leaves.html' title='Bunny with Leaves'/><author><name>Scott W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06361224878660334532</uri><email>sswoodard@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01828116784868525334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473931.post-2291606797271719957</id><published>2009-11-30T09:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T09:49:53.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>End of November</title><content type='html'>&lt;h5 align="justify"&gt;The 'never have's' sit on the sidelines and tell you about all that can't be. Will you join them or will you quietly go about doing the impossible on your own? ~Melody Beattie&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Today I am grateful…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;for all the times this month I got to raise my hand and say, “I’m Scott, I’m an alcoholic and on the 18th I had six years.”&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;to have led the God as My Cheerleader workshop with Tink&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;to be accepted as myself, to sit amongst others and to feel comfortable in my body&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;for a day of personal errands, tidying up around the studio, a visit to the post office, probably a nap, the invitation to hear a friend tell his story tonight&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;that sitting here I have no anxiety whatsoever&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SxPpnu1vV0I/AAAAAAAABdw/Im2Rgt0bUxQ/s1600-h/Contemplation_by_Fuzzy_800x600%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Contemplation_by_Fuzzy_800x600" border="0" alt="Contemplation_by_Fuzzy_800x600" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SxPpoOurcVI/AAAAAAAABd0/b2oZpFbJShc/Contemplation_by_Fuzzy_800x600_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="613" height="466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The program promises peace. Day by day, step by step, we move closer to it. Each time we clearly are touched by someone else, and each time we touch another, carries us closer to a realization of God's presence, in others, in ourselves, in all experiences. The search for God is over, just as soon as we realize the Spirit is as close as our thoughts, our breath. ~&lt;u&gt;Each Day a New Beginning&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473931-2291606797271719957?l=sippiambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2291606797271719957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473931&amp;postID=2291606797271719957' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/2291606797271719957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/2291606797271719957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/2009/11/end-of-november.html' title='End of November'/><author><name>Scott W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06361224878660334532</uri><email>sswoodard@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01828116784868525334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473931.post-7410498506197123934</id><published>2009-11-29T08:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T08:36:12.244-06:00</updated><title type='text'>11.29.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;Today I have choices. I can stay in a bad mood, I can stay in a bad moment. Or, I can let them pass me by. ~unknown&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;Today I am grateful…&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;that as much as I love our Houston Round Up I am grateful it is over. I always get overwhelmed—so many people. My schedule gets disrupted. My alone time is diminished. It will be good to get back to some routine, even if that routine is unscheduled time (which I am lucky to have often).&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;that I am still surprised when people with whom I have not really had communication call me by my name&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;that today I have a working knowledge of the program of Alcoholics Anonymous. When I was a newcomer I longed to know the language.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;for the brilliant delivery of a personal story last night. Our keynote speaker who had been beat to hell and back, who carried a dead baby in her belly as she traveled by bus from NYC to LA detoxing, who had some knowing alcoholic carry her from the bus station in El Paso to a bar so she could get some alcohol into her system so she would not die. A woman so passionate about getting sober she defied anyone to not help her. A drunk who overcame the obstacles placed in front of her. Someone who rose from the ashes and now lives to help others find what was so freely given her. Awesome.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SxKG2AoU8-I/AAAAAAAABdo/WgTT-PoSvpg/s1600-h/Speakeasy3%5B3%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Speakeasy3" border="0" alt="Speakeasy3" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SxKG2yjV3qI/AAAAAAAABds/eWJ2ZeWl5FU/Speakeasy3_thumb%5B1%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="584" height="338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sometimes, the demands of other people and our confused expectations of ourselves - the messages about our responsibilities toward others - can create a tremendous, complicated mess.   &lt;br /&gt;We can even convince ourselves that people pleasing, going against our nature and not being honest, is the kind, honest thing to do!    &lt;br /&gt;Not true. Simplify. Back to basics. Let go of the confusion. By honoring and respecting ourselves, we will be true to those around us, even if we displease them momentarily.    &lt;br /&gt;To thine own self be true. Simple words describing a powerful task that can put us back on track. ~&lt;u&gt;The Language of Letting Go&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473931-7410498506197123934?l=sippiambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7410498506197123934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473931&amp;postID=7410498506197123934' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/7410498506197123934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/7410498506197123934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/2009/11/112909.html' title='11.29.09'/><author><name>Scott W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06361224878660334532</uri><email>sswoodard@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01828116784868525334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473931.post-4862481077576823382</id><published>2009-11-29T07:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T07:18:27.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave’s Boot</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SxJ0oFJ2XTI/AAAAAAAABdg/jUOu1t_sIfk/s1600-h/davesboot%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="davesboot" border="0" alt="davesboot" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SxJ0olFfn6I/AAAAAAAABdk/v5dmaDnEs3s/davesboot_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="418" height="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473931-4862481077576823382?l=sippiambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4862481077576823382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473931&amp;postID=4862481077576823382' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/4862481077576823382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/4862481077576823382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/2009/11/daves-boot.html' title='Dave’s Boot'/><author><name>Scott W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06361224878660334532</uri><email>sswoodard@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01828116784868525334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473931.post-1261837182236582422</id><published>2009-11-28T10:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T11:00:21.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>11.28.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Other diseases have blood tests and X-rays. We have an inventory. And if you stick around long enough to do it, you'll be actually able take a picture of your alcoholism. You'll actually be able to see your disease. - Scott R.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today I am grateful...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;that practicing gratitude will change a life&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;that if I really, really pay attention there are plenty of things to keep me right sized&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;that most days I get huge joy from blogging&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;for the Round Up play last night. Over the top production numbers and mass hysterical laughter!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;that for all the days and all the nights of my recovery I have never once thought I was not on my intended path I chose when I entered this physical body&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SxFXIgMH0mI/AAAAAAAABdY/00XhrJjdJ5g/s1600-h/faith%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="faith" border="0" alt="faith" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SxFXJBDvc2I/AAAAAAAABdc/cq1dWrTl_UM/faith_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="570" height="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I will never forget to say thank you to God, even on the greyest days. My attitude will be one of humility and gratitude. Saying thank you to God is a daily practice that is absolutely necessary. If a day is not one of thankfulness, the practice has to be repeated until it becomes so. Gratitude is a necessity for those who are seeking a better life. ~&lt;u&gt;Twenty-Four Hours a Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473931-1261837182236582422?l=sippiambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1261837182236582422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473931&amp;postID=1261837182236582422' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/1261837182236582422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/1261837182236582422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/2009/11/112809.html' title='11.28.09'/><author><name>Scott W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06361224878660334532</uri><email>sswoodard@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01828116784868525334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473931.post-7302535949226962022</id><published>2009-11-27T07:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T07:42:09.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Life is not lost by dying; life is lost by minute, day by day, in all the thousands, small, uncaring ways.~Stephen V. Benet &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Today I am grateful…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;that yesterday was my seventh consecutive sober Thanksgiving&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;that I did not overeat, but was pleasantly filled&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;that Round Up started with a bang with the funniest old queen from Hollywood. He talked about being given Tarytons cigarettes, that they were the first ‘tailor mades’ he had had in a long time. Taryton had a slogan, spoken by someone with a fake black eye “I’d rather fight than switch.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;that I took service positions early in sobriety&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;that today holds wonderful blessings and I am present to enjoy them&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/Sw_XL65ZsLI/AAAAAAAABdI/F7e2Rgrcu0g/s1600-h/blessings%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="blessings" border="0" alt="blessings" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/Sw_XMAuw9WI/AAAAAAAABdM/dv8B-JLUReA/blessings_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="581" height="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;We each have different levels of freedom. What I think of as a box might be unthinkable freedom for you today. In the future, when you look back at your life, you may be amazed at the levels of freedom into which you have naturally grown. Perhaps you are looking around today at the freedom of others in awe and envy. &amp;quot;I could never do that,&amp;quot; you might say.   &lt;br /&gt;Yes, you can.    &lt;br /&gt;And you might.    &lt;br /&gt;Feel those wings on your back? They're there. And they're growing each day-- whether you're flying yet or not. &lt;font size="2"&gt;~&lt;u&gt;More Language of Letting Go&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473931-7302535949226962022?l=sippiambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7302535949226962022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473931&amp;postID=7302535949226962022' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/7302535949226962022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/7302535949226962022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/2009/11/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>Scott W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06361224878660334532</uri><email>sswoodard@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01828116784868525334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473931.post-3177235877471135220</id><published>2009-11-26T09:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T09:03:08.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Forever on Thanksgiving Day; The heart will find the pathway home. ~Wilbur D. Nesbit&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today I am grateful…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;for my seventh consecutive sober Thanksgiving&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;that I achieved sobriety during the gratitude month of November&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;for the birthday celebratory meeting last night—there were five of us celebrating and we each shared about our year. Then the meeting turned to gratitude, each person called upon chose someone for which they were grateful and why, that person then did the same. It was the most powerful meeting I have ever attended. It sent shockwaves through my heart over and over again. &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;for the love an alcoholic has in his heart for another alcoholic &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;for the 12:15 gratitude meeting today and the feast afterward, my nap, food and fellowship with ‘normies’, then the start of our Round Up tonight&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/Sw6YqajhiEI/AAAAAAAABdA/5O21Bmhgvpo/s1600-h/1917-12-01-The-Country-Gentleman-Norman-Rockwell-cover-Cousin-Reginald-Catches-the-Thanksgiving-Turkey-no-logo-400-Digimarc%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="1917-12-01-The-Country-Gentleman-Norman-Rockwell-cover-Cousin-Reginald-Catches-the-Thanksgiving-Turkey-no-logo-400-Digimarc" border="0" alt="1917-12-01-The-Country-Gentleman-Norman-Rockwell-cover-Cousin-Reginald-Catches-the-Thanksgiving-Turkey-no-logo-400-Digimarc" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/Sw6YqyDATsI/AAAAAAAABdE/LnSR8NK6Rnw/1917-12-01-The-Country-Gentleman-Norman-Rockwell-cover-Cousin-Reginald-Catches-the-Thanksgiving-Turkey-no-logo-400-Digimarc_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="447" height="451" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thank you, dear God   &lt;br /&gt;For all You have given me,    &lt;br /&gt;For all You have taken away from me,    &lt;br /&gt;For all You have left me.&lt;/p&gt; ~Anonymous    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473931-3177235877471135220?l=sippiambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3177235877471135220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473931&amp;postID=3177235877471135220' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/3177235877471135220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/3177235877471135220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Scott W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06361224878660334532</uri><email>sswoodard@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01828116784868525334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473931.post-2786645711707037448</id><published>2009-11-25T10:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T10:02:21.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>11.25.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's the awareness, the full experience...of how you are stuck, that makes you recover. ~Frederick S. Perls&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today I am grateful…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;for late night Scrabble at Starbux &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;that Bunny is having a big time playing with Belle in the cool weather this morning&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;that most days I don’t have to do a lot of planning, just let it unfold&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;that Doreen passed her kidney stone&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;that I love to raise my hand when the group is asked if anyone is celebrating in the month of November!&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/Sw1VCTJOETI/AAAAAAAABc4/wpp_4toyGm0/s1600-h/no%20coincidences%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="no coincidences" border="0" alt="no coincidences" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/Sw1VDEnAo8I/AAAAAAAABc8/DV6LQ0aZfek/no%20coincidences_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="556" height="378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Strength comes from giving it away. I remember very early in my recovery process, I told my sponsor I wanted to help others. It was as if I was on fire to give away what I was receiving. Fortunately my sponsor very quietly told me to hang onto that feeling and save it for later. He knew that this fire inside of me could easily be extinguished. I did what my sponsor told me to do. I saved it for later and continued to concentrate on myself. Some time later I was at a meeting, and a newcomer walked in. My sponsor winked at me and told me to go and welcome him. I offered the newcomer a cup of coffee and proceeded to tell him about the time when I first came to a meeting. I could see he was scared, but what surprised me was that I could see myself in his eyes. ~&lt;u&gt;Wisdom for Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473931-2786645711707037448?l=sippiambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2786645711707037448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473931&amp;postID=2786645711707037448' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/2786645711707037448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/2786645711707037448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/2009/11/112509.html' title='11.25.09'/><author><name>Scott W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06361224878660334532</uri><email>sswoodard@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01828116784868525334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473931.post-7634065802920212044</id><published>2009-11-24T08:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T08:06:55.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>11.24.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We are climbing the same mountain, all of us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today I am grateful…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;for another powerful Beginners meeting. With a newcomer and thoughtful shares she was welcomed in a great way. Even if she doesn’t come back, we all grew a bit during that hour.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;that meetings are a way for us to celebrate our sobriety together&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;that I dreamed I was to draw a portrait of Bill W. for a convention. He was there in the room, with some other long-timers.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;that I just saw a commercial for &lt;a href="http://www.hasbro.com/familygamenight/en_US/shop/details.cfm?guid=E8E0CBDA-6C57-1014-ADF5-8E2A583F4B56&amp;amp;product_id=24046&amp;amp;src=endeca" target="_blank"&gt;Scrabble Slam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;that sometimes sitting in the rooms makes me love everybody and sometimes it makes me want to throw things. Usually it makes me love everybody.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SwvofOPNAQI/AAAAAAAABcw/rqvXAzYxSck/s1600-h/ze%20french%20boston%20terrier%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="ze french boston terrier" border="0" alt="ze french boston terrier" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/Swvoft_U-gI/AAAAAAAABc0/pgyZ6IoFhV8/ze%20french%20boston%20terrier_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="499" height="457" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Our particular paths will cross the paths of many others before reaching the top, where we will find full enlightenment. And any path we cross has a special contribution to make to our own progress. We can be grateful for all intersecting paths, no matter how adverse they seem at the time. We can offer all our fellow-travelers real love, and our own trip will benefit manyfold.   &lt;br /&gt;We need not be ashamed of our desire for love. Nor need we feel shame that we've bargained for it. But we do need to understand that the kind of love we seek can only be gained when we quit searching for it and simply offer it to all the people in our midst. ~&lt;u&gt;Each Day a New Beginning&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473931-7634065802920212044?l=sippiambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7634065802920212044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473931&amp;postID=7634065802920212044' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/7634065802920212044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/7634065802920212044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/2009/11/112409.html' title='11.24.09'/><author><name>Scott W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06361224878660334532</uri><email>sswoodard@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01828116784868525334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473931.post-5712396909110413573</id><published>2009-11-23T07:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T07:42:36.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'>11.23.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Happiness is not a place to travel to. It's a way of getting there. ~Anonymous&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today I am grateful…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;that it behooves me to remember I chose my life experiences when I signed the contract with God as I entered this body&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;that if you want to see just how good you have it, go see the movie “Precious”&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;to sit outside in the November sunshine and begin step one with a new sponsee&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;that at 55 years of age I slept through the night without my bladder awakening me&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;for the freedom having a God of my own understanding gives me&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SwqRSUlPHRI/AAAAAAAABco/gynRPjZkP2I/s1600-h/tumblr_krihxbe4zD1qzjfa3o1_500_large%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="tumblr_krihxbe4zD1qzjfa3o1_500_large" border="0" alt="tumblr_krihxbe4zD1qzjfa3o1_500_large" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_M3ab7jlCPz8/SwqRS_wkeVI/AAAAAAAABcs/AsNl9L5_dtU/tumblr_krihxbe4zD1qzjfa3o1_500_large_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="532" height="398" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We shall not cease from exploration.   &lt;br /&gt;And at the end of all our exploring    &lt;br /&gt;Will be to arrive where we started    &lt;br /&gt;And know the place for the first time    &lt;br /&gt;~T. S. Eliot&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473931-5712396909110413573?l=sippiambrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5712396909110413573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473931&amp;postID=5712396909110413573' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/5712396909110413573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473931/posts/default/5712396909110413573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sippiambrose.blogspot.com/2009/11/112309.html' title='11.23.09'/><author><name>Scott W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06361224878660334532</uri><email>sswoodard@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01828116784868525334'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry></feed>