<?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-848114081021699159</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:05:56.013-08:00</updated><category term='numero cuatro'/><category term='mystical'/><category term='Hayward'/><category term='cafe life'/><category term='numero nueve'/><category term='books'/><category term='ignorance'/><category term='magic'/><category term='Gifts'/><category term='Kemet'/><category term='Hang time'/><category term='numero siete'/><category term='The game of life and how to play it'/><category term='maverick'/><category term='life in the slow lane'/><category term='Film'/><category term='art'/><category term='politricks'/><category term='renaissance'/><category term='ramblings'/><category term='jewelry as power objects'/><category term='Family matters'/><category term='Regroup'/><category term='individualist'/><category term='personal style'/><category term='scary things'/><category term='out and about'/><category term='earth journeys'/><category term='numero ocho'/><category term='Spring'/><category term='plays'/><category term='personal alchemy'/><category term='dance'/><category term='Everyday Goddesses'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Nature'/><category term='Free write Wednesday'/><category term='creating magic'/><category term='Question Authority'/><category term='celebrate life'/><category term='photography'/><category term='Loving You'/><category term='Numero seis'/><category term='women of leisure'/><category term='numero diez'/><category term='music'/><category term='Retreats'/><category term='BB'/><category term='numero tres'/><category term='fly life'/><category term='my city'/><category term='pen pals'/><category term='fly style'/><category term='numero dos'/><category term='Time'/><category term='virgin journey'/><category term='entertaining'/><category term='numero cinco'/><category term='writer&apos;s life'/><category term='Nature of the Universe'/><title type='text'>Talibah's cafe</title><subtitle type='html'>A colorful hip place for you to sit, have a stimulating drink, converse and eavesdrop  on my thought process.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>199</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-8713069639262297282</id><published>2011-09-27T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T21:32:27.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='individualist'/><title type='text'>Moving Away From the Ranting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWjo6Wx7IK0/ToJtTxYNOYI/AAAAAAAABTQ/YPBYP55yG7k/s1600/IMG_2626.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWjo6Wx7IK0/ToJtTxYNOYI/AAAAAAAABTQ/YPBYP55yG7k/s320/IMG_2626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657204268370573698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have not been posting on this blog for most of the year because I have grown quite tired of my rants about being an individualist which I felt like I needed to get out due to some of the encounters I had on the social network, you know the one.  I felt like there was way too much preaching on the virtues of group think. I was tired of reading the craziness and knew that I needed to let them know that I was not one of them.  Now that that is done, I plan to talk about other things but, that doesn't negate the possibility of an occasional rant on the subject of individualism. &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/848114081021699159-8713069639262297282?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8713069639262297282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2011/09/moving-away-from-ranting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8713069639262297282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8713069639262297282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2011/09/moving-away-from-ranting.html' title='Moving Away From the Ranting'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWjo6Wx7IK0/ToJtTxYNOYI/AAAAAAAABTQ/YPBYP55yG7k/s72-c/IMG_2626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-5507533319834126604</id><published>2011-07-02T23:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T23:08:47.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Western Tree House Motor Inn, Mt. Shasta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;div class="deleteBody"&gt;&lt;p class="postBody" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); "&gt;Dear Talibah, I am writing you in regards to your recent visit here at the Tree House. We were glad to see that your son recovered from his allergic reaction. We hope that you are able to determine, in the near future, what caused his skin to break out and the breathing problems he experienced. In speaking with you and also reading your concerns on Customer Care, I understand that while you feel his reaction was direct result of the chlorine in our pool or spa, I have found no evidence that would substantiate your claim. I am more than happy answer any questions or concerns that you may have. Also, you mentioned to me that the hospital would be faxing over some information to the hotel. As of today, I have not received this information. If I misunderstood you, please let me know. I would also like to assure you that Mr. Cottrell was simply trying to explain our side of things regarding the commercial and residential standards required by the Health Department. I am sorry that you were given another impression. I hope that you and your family have safe and happy Fourth of July. Thank you. Brian LinsleyGneral ManagerThe Best Western Plus Tree House111 Morgan WayMount Shasta, CA 96067530.926.3101&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="postBody" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These types of letters are always disturbing because you have the audacity to actually sit down and write this to us. After swimming in your over chlorinated pool my son had an allergic reaction and had to go to the emergency room. If someone is injured in your hotel, you are responsible even if things are up to spec. If someone falls down your up to spec stairs, you are responsible and the same applies to your pool. My son got in your pool and hot tub twice a day and by the three day, he was wheezing but we did not connect it to the pool until the morning of June 28th when he got into your pool and hot tub and returned to the room saying that his hands and feet were burning and that he felt as though he could not breathe. I told him to get in the shower and washthe chemicals from his body, he did so and in a couple of minutes he ran out and showed me the bumps all over his body. The only other thing that my son did was eat breakfast that morning and dinner the night before in your restaurant. As to your other claim that some how we mis-understood Tom Cottrell when he told us that if we wanted to continue being a guest at the hotel, the conversation was over and his attempt to dismiss us, you are attempting to insult our intelligence. We were not guest in your hotel, we were paying customers so you and mr. Tom should get that straight in your minds. If the only thing you have to say to us is ridiculous things like this, don't bother us, cut the bullshit!! We paid $700 plus to stay in your hotel and now I will be paying another $2000 to pay for the emergency room visit caused by our over chlorinated pool. Remember we have stayed in the hotel many times and we warned our sonabout the heavy chlorination that in the past burned our hair and left our eyes burning for hours. You definitely mis-understood, I said that Best Western customer care said that they would send the report to you not the hospital. Tom Cottrell is rude and uncouth and generally in my daily life I do not come in contact with this type of low level person and hope to never again. Maybe you are a person who does not trust his own judgement but my husband and I are not though people. Cottrell tried to insult and dismiss us after half listening to our concerns for less then ten minutes and when I told him that he could not dismiss us, he dismissed himself, and that is what happened. A business is only as good as its care given to paying customers when something goes wrong and you and mr. cottrell have failed to make the mark, and in the end, the only good thing about your hotel is the view of the mountain. 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Shasta'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-5938836004719129067</id><published>2011-03-26T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T00:11:25.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politricks'/><title type='text'>So Lovely To Take a Break From the Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rNC917GOink/TY7f-hG5fII/AAAAAAAAA40/QG7haQWl4K0/s1600/IMG_0642.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rNC917GOink/TY7f-hG5fII/AAAAAAAAA40/QG7haQWl4K0/s320/IMG_0642.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588650452745550978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week I had a wonderful time leaving the madness of Obama starting yet another war and all of the propaganda leading up to the invasion and all of the double talk that followed and is continuing right up to this moment.  For the most part, I tune it all out but I am aware of what is going on.  Obama is at the helm of the push to re-colonize Africa and no one is suppose to notice because he is Black, well I do notice and I am not at all surprised by anything this government does regardless of who is at the helm.  If you have valuable  resources, this government wants them and they will create any type of false dilemma in order to bum rush your borders and to take what does not belong to them.  So there you have it and this shit will go on in one form or another for as long as greedy bastards have the military force to bully whomever they choose.  Through it all, I can leave it all behind and find my peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-5938836004719129067?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/5938836004719129067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-lovely-to-take-break-from-madness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/5938836004719129067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/5938836004719129067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-lovely-to-take-break-from-madness.html' title='So Lovely To Take a Break From the Madness'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rNC917GOink/TY7f-hG5fII/AAAAAAAAA40/QG7haQWl4K0/s72-c/IMG_0642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-5042953241769626899</id><published>2011-03-14T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T23:41:05.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family matters'/><title type='text'>Prayers for Nippon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kioisllYHic/TX59KsxKuQI/AAAAAAAAA2E/xBvzpsP04qA/s1600/IMG_0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kioisllYHic/TX59KsxKuQI/AAAAAAAAA2E/xBvzpsP04qA/s320/IMG_0434.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584038210755541250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Over the years my friend Nami-chan has brought back offerings and prayers for me from spiritual temples in her country.  I am sending loving healing energy out to my friend and her country&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-5042953241769626899?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/5042953241769626899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2011/03/prayers-for-nippon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/5042953241769626899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/5042953241769626899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2011/03/prayers-for-nippon.html' title='Prayers for Nippon'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kioisllYHic/TX59KsxKuQI/AAAAAAAAA2E/xBvzpsP04qA/s72-c/IMG_0434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-1484464851850943784</id><published>2011-02-11T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T22:05:41.666-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='individualist'/><title type='text'>No Nonsense</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iqywg_HcDO0/TVXXonnjDbI/AAAAAAAAAyo/PCU6RWE0G2c/s1600/100_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iqywg_HcDO0/TVXXonnjDbI/AAAAAAAAAyo/PCU6RWE0G2c/s320/100_0072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572597206770453938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-1484464851850943784?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/1484464851850943784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-nonsense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/1484464851850943784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/1484464851850943784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-nonsense.html' title='No Nonsense'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iqywg_HcDO0/TVXXonnjDbI/AAAAAAAAAyo/PCU6RWE0G2c/s72-c/100_0072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-2461243445633527000</id><published>2011-02-02T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T16:38:49.256-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='individualist'/><title type='text'>When Will Americans Walk Like An Egyptian?</title><content type='html'>I have always disliked the saying "walk like an Egyptian," because it has no basis in reality but when someone asked the question " when will Americans walk like an Egyptian  on Facebook, I wanted to know what they meant by it.  Unfortunately, I did not know this person but, my question to the author of this statement is what are you advocating, do you want Americans to take to the streets?  For what reason, what is the issue that would drive the masses into the streets?  I really don't know why the so called Egyptian people are in the streets, but I hear that they are finally tired of Mubarak running things but what does that have to do with the American people. We are already in most of the countries on the planet so I guess some think that we should go ahead and jump into this mess also.  &lt;div&gt;February 11, 2011: This post was started when this so called revolution began and now the media says that it is over and they, the people have successfully ousted Mubarak.  I really don't know who really ousted this man but I have a suspicion that it was not the people but the power behind the curtain, the ones that really are responsible for toppling governments.  I have never really been interested in politics and/or politicians  because when you come down to it they are all pushing hidden agendas that don't have much to do with helping the people that vote for them so, excuse me if I choose not to "walk like an egyptian," but to walk like the individualist that I am, and that means that,  I am walking past all of the bullshit that the media is peddling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-2461243445633527000?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/2461243445633527000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-will-americans-walk-like-egyptian.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/2461243445633527000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/2461243445633527000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-will-americans-walk-like-egyptian.html' title='When Will Americans Walk Like An Egyptian?'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-5812225997279338787</id><published>2011-01-29T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T08:10:31.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TUUSy7mjBsI/AAAAAAAAAyM/EAdJzz0HuSw/s1600/style2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TUUSy7mjBsI/AAAAAAAAAyM/EAdJzz0HuSw/s320/style2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567877180515616450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to be a photographer is really kicking my butt as I am called on to put myself out there to try and capture images for other people.  I know I have bitched and complained about this in the past but for me, it is difficult to take the photo and then have others judge its worth.  I said it before and I will say it again, I am not a professional so when I am in these situations, a little of the joy, no, a lot of the joy is taken away from me and replaced with anxiety, but through it all, I get a little satisfaction when I capture something wonderful.  I am planning on taking some classes so I can learn how to better use  my camera.  I know that I love going out into my world and just trying to capture the magic and it is usually a spontaneous happening, I see something wonderful and I snap, that is how I love to do it.  I also seem to take photos of nature, rocks, bridges, places and things, not many people, people are much more complex and it requires more skill on my part.  I am truly out of my comfort zone and I know growth will be the end result.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-5812225997279338787?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/5812225997279338787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2011/01/photography.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/5812225997279338787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/5812225997279338787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2011/01/photography.html' title='Photography'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TUUSy7mjBsI/AAAAAAAAAyM/EAdJzz0HuSw/s72-c/style2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-5041441496660794349</id><published>2010-12-27T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T09:35:59.736-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><title type='text'>Finding Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TRqPs2JcB1I/AAAAAAAAAxE/Pp5F7hdg6Fk/s1600/100_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TRqPs2JcB1I/AAAAAAAAAxE/Pp5F7hdg6Fk/s320/100_0010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555911090927044434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TRlqB8KUaoI/AAAAAAAAAw8/uCu_hDAlhsY/s1600/DSC00073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TRlqB8KUaoI/AAAAAAAAAw8/uCu_hDAlhsY/s320/DSC00073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555588196900039298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spend my days in search of and finding magic.  I can take the tiniest thing and turn it into something wondrous, I love that about me.  Armed with my camera, I try to capture my world and post it for all who are interested.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/848114081021699159-5041441496660794349?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/5041441496660794349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/12/finding-magic.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/5041441496660794349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/5041441496660794349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/12/finding-magic.html' title='Finding Magic'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TRqPs2JcB1I/AAAAAAAAAxE/Pp5F7hdg6Fk/s72-c/100_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-8012318292983554387</id><published>2010-11-17T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T00:36:51.703-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>Feelings of Failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TOTZw7ilqkI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JZU1WhNCAUg/s1600/DSCF0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TOTZw7ilqkI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JZU1WhNCAUg/s320/DSCF0476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540792876212267586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was given a chance to do something new, exciting and nerve racking and that was to come as an "honored" guest photographer for a dance benefit and in my eyes, I failed the task.  The minute I walked into the badly lit theatre, I knew I was in trouble.  I took a few test shots from different locations and I was unable to get anything of significance.  I am a dancer so, I love watching dance but this was absolutely the worst time I have ever had watching a dance performance and by the time the show ended, I had aged 20 years.  I am laughing now but that night,  I felt so defeated. Don't get me wrong, I loved the dances but with every click a feeling of despair hang over my head, some how I knew I wasn't living up to my expectations.  I wanted to blame it on the recently purchased camera but no, I think it was just my skill level, and my son who is a photographer and has done many photo shoots tried to make me feel better by telling me that this was a great thing and that it would help me to grow, but, I was inconsolable until I found an email that explained to the company director that the lighting would be a problem but I would come and try to capture something.  In the end, the dancers were very appreciative of the photos and I thanked them  and tried to move forward.  You see, I am out of practice when it comes to failure and that is because I am not taking any chances, which is not a good thing.  In order to stay in the game called life, I need to continue to put myself out there to learn new things, move out of my comfort zone, be daring, embrace new challenges and learn from my not so successful ventures. By doing this, I will always be a winner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-8012318292983554387?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8012318292983554387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/11/feelings-of-failure.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8012318292983554387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8012318292983554387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/11/feelings-of-failure.html' title='Feelings of Failure'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TOTZw7ilqkI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JZU1WhNCAUg/s72-c/DSCF0476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-7282561596837515995</id><published>2010-10-14T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T09:20:44.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><title type='text'>Trying to Capture My Flow on Film</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TLvRcddrMxI/AAAAAAAAAtw/PcHPbjuqpVM/s1600/__6_00091.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TLfv78SsQtI/AAAAAAAAAtg/eObVFheJSwY/s1600/_11_00062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TLfv78SsQtI/AAAAAAAAAtg/eObVFheJSwY/s320/_11_00062.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528150880696419026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These days, when I leave home, I always have my camera with me.  Most of the time I have my little digital in my purse and my 35mm film camera around my neck.  I have enjoyed taking photos since I was sixteen but lately if I leave my 35mm, I feel like an appendage is missing, it has become part of me, an extension of me, a third eye hanging from my body.  This strong attachment has occurred over the last two years or, ever since I joined facebook.  I wanted to show people who I am so I started taking my cameras everywhere to try and capture what I think is a magical life, on film and digital.  In trying to capture my life, my flow, I have really grown to love this medium of expression.  I am always looking for pictures that explain the magical world that I live in.  Recently I spent time sitting on a beach that was composed of sea glass, and I wanted let people on my page see what I saw although nothing beats seeing it with your naked eye.  In the beginning I used my camera and video to show the magical space I call home and then I moved out and about to show my bay area playground and how it is possible to have fun doing the simple things in life. I am really starting to fancy myself as a photographer and people have suggested that I take some classes, I thought about it and decided against it.  I am not interested in being trained to see the world through some teacher's eyes.  I want the compositions to be my own and not that of the teacher.  People say that you should learn the rules and techniques and then you can stray from them and do your own thing but for me that doesn't make sense, I am having fun doing what I am doing and being graded or critiqued in a classroom  will probably not bring me much joy.  So, I will continue to try and capture my world and my joy on film on my own.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TLvRcddrMxI/AAAAAAAAAtw/PcHPbjuqpVM/s320/__6_00091.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529243254403052306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/848114081021699159-7282561596837515995?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/7282561596837515995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/10/trying-to-capture-my-flow-on-film.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/7282561596837515995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/7282561596837515995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/10/trying-to-capture-my-flow-on-film.html' title='Trying to Capture My Flow on Film'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TLfv78SsQtI/AAAAAAAAAtg/eObVFheJSwY/s72-c/_11_00062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-8799065923581380454</id><published>2010-10-03T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T23:31:05.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ignorance'/><title type='text'>The New Dreadlock Generation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TKlst1gEJ9I/AAAAAAAAAs8/48m1R06ft70/s1600/DSC05350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TKlst1gEJ9I/AAAAAAAAAs8/48m1R06ft70/s320/DSC05350.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524065952658106322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The new dreadlock generation are doing a little bit too much in the way of trying to dictate what our locs should look like and how we should care for them. They show blatant disregard for those who have come before them.  Back in the day they referred to us as dirty and nasty and it turns out that they still do the same thing in the year 2010.  They exhibit photos of rastas and place them under a category entitled "neglect," and they call it nasty because of the way it looks and many post comments, like, "nasty, lol, I'm glad that is not on my head," and they call it dirty because they don't like the way it looks.  I know that this goes both ways because an older brotha just told me that he calls this new loc generation, "pasta rastas," because they are plastic, they lack culture, and because of their tiny uniformed spaghetti one size and all the same length hair."  So, they are also being judged but as, a backlash because they are putting themselves up as judge and jury when it comes to this ancient powerful hair.  Since this hair has been taken over by the masses, they have diluted some of the powerful energy that can be manifested through wearing locs.  They are an  antennae to the spirit world and there used to be  a definite initiation period. As they grew with little interference other then,  sun, water and love, it reached a stage when you knew it needed to simmer and you donned your crown that you learned to crochet, and then, like a caterpillar creating and entering its cocoon, you  emerged a butterfly.  That was the magic of growing locs.  I no longer feel that magic with this new dreadlock generation, it is just a hairstyle and when they post blogs concerning their hair journeys, they get caught up in which products to use because, for many of the new locked masses, this was not considered a relevant style until they could take it into the shop and until that had products to plaster on them. It had to become profitable for the masses to jump on the bandwagon.  So where is the magic, where has it gone?The mainstream masses have taken over this ancient powerful hair and that means that it has come down from the mountain tops and been dragged into the mainstream where it diluted and mixed with all manners of stuff and its meaning and magic has been wiped away for the masses but, there are still those on the mountain tops that are connecting to the cosmos through there powerful locked antennae!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-8799065923581380454?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8799065923581380454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-dreadlock-generation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8799065923581380454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8799065923581380454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-dreadlock-generation.html' title='The New Dreadlock Generation'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TKlst1gEJ9I/AAAAAAAAAs8/48m1R06ft70/s72-c/DSC05350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-1054165908822089558</id><published>2010-09-09T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:54:27.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ignorance'/><title type='text'>Museums</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TInIvKdZMbI/AAAAAAAAArs/2InLxklQkdI/s1600/DSC06227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TInIvKdZMbI/AAAAAAAAArs/2InLxklQkdI/s320/DSC06227.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515159931278930354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am having a fun and interesting  summer, the only thing missing is more sunshine.  I have memberships to most of the main museums in the bay area and I have for some time so why is it that almost every time I walk into a museum there is some pin head, treating me as though I have just discovered that these places exist, and even though I am a member, they seem to want to ignore that fact.  If they are not running up to me to check and make sure that I didn't enter without paying, they are trying to explain things to me as if they are speaking to a two year old.  What the hell is this about, and tell me how I could possibly enter without paying? I want to toot my own horn, I stand out in a crowd so, how could I possibly squeak by guards?  This has happened in every one of the museums and now, I am tired and poised to take down the next jackass that steps to me, because you see, I realize that this is a Black thing, and the perpetrators are both white and Black.  For some ignorant reason, they have it in their heads that I am some kind of intruder so, whenever I enter a museum they feel the need to approach me to see what I am doing and how did I get in the building.  I have had security guards run across the room to check to see if I had indeed paid, one security guard told me that I was in the European art section and that the African American art was on the other side.  These two guards were both Black, wtf!!!  I have been followed around as if I am going to steal the art, I have had a white worker make a big scene by welcoming us to the museum and telling us that he was there to answer any of  our questions because of course this had to be our first time and seeing that it was Martin Luther King's birthday  the day before, he felt compelled to do this.  To the inexperienced eye and ear maybe this would have come off as something positive but in reality it came off as trying to accent the fact that we were obviously strangers in a strange land, museum land.  Now we are reporting people for bad behavior and the people in charge appear to be embarrassed at what their employees are doing.  I have decided that I have to take these ignorant people down by embarrassing them because after all this is what they are attempting to do to me.  Well there is still two weeks before summer officially ends and I plan to keep going to visit my museums so, I will keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-1054165908822089558?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/1054165908822089558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/09/museums.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/1054165908822089558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/1054165908822089558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/09/museums.html' title='Museums'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TInIvKdZMbI/AAAAAAAAArs/2InLxklQkdI/s72-c/DSC06227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-4291071602966812412</id><published>2010-07-30T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T23:58:43.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free write Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Individualist- simple rhymes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;I'm an individualist&lt;br /&gt;and I mean no harm to thee&lt;br /&gt;I simply live my life for me&lt;br /&gt;they say we live many lives&lt;br /&gt;but this is the only one I can see&lt;br /&gt;so let me be&lt;br /&gt;a slow growing tree&lt;br /&gt;who loves her daily cup of tea&lt;br /&gt;and praying by the sea&lt;br /&gt;for I mean no harm to thee&lt;br /&gt;this is my key&lt;br /&gt;thereby filling my life with harmony&lt;br /&gt;they never taught this to me&lt;br /&gt;at the university&lt;br /&gt;Individualist, that's me&lt;br /&gt;you may agree or disagree&lt;br /&gt;but this is not a plea&lt;br /&gt;it's a decree&lt;br /&gt;I mean no harm to thee&lt;br /&gt;not to be you, for this is my life&lt;br /&gt;I simply choose to be me&lt;br /&gt;flowing free&lt;br /&gt;here and beyond&lt;br /&gt;into&lt;br /&gt;infinity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-4291071602966812412?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4291071602966812412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/07/individualist-simple-rhymes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/4291071602966812412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/4291071602966812412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/07/individualist-simple-rhymes.html' title='Individualist- simple rhymes'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-6429814309140752805</id><published>2010-07-28T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T22:35:19.010-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertaining'/><title type='text'>What's Been Missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TFBPi8S7evI/AAAAAAAAAqM/0qGroO_xv4M/s1600/DSC06081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TFBPi8S7evI/AAAAAAAAAqM/0qGroO_xv4M/s320/DSC06081.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498982606739045106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday I had such a wonderful time at Hummingbird cottage for the very reason that it was the first time in about two years that I had a guest in the cafe.  I think I am spending far too much time alone and although I am told that in several of my past lives, I was a monk, and that much of my life was spent in isolation in prayer and meditation, being alone too much bugs the crap out of me in this life time.  I love seeing the faces of my visitors when I open the door to my magical jewel box of a dwelling.  I know that it is a special place that I have filled with all sorts of trinkets, talismans, shells, bones, colors, sounds, fragrances, and more but will my guest get it?  It turns out that when I follow my intuition as to whom I invite to my cottage, I am always on point because they are magical beings also and can totally enjoy what I have created.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-6429814309140752805?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/6429814309140752805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-been-missing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/6429814309140752805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/6429814309140752805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-been-missing.html' title='What&apos;s Been Missing'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TFBPi8S7evI/AAAAAAAAAqM/0qGroO_xv4M/s72-c/DSC06081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-1257232953853844010</id><published>2010-07-21T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T21:06:46.531-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free write Wednesday'/><title type='text'>One Hundred Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TEfDHzgDjnI/AAAAAAAAAp0/VjHGzamyOPs/s1600/DSC05973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TEfDHzgDjnI/AAAAAAAAAp0/VjHGzamyOPs/s320/DSC05973.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496576409080139378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;I have always been considered a slow bloomer&lt;br /&gt;and that is because I plan to be a centenarian&lt;br /&gt;and therefore my life flow is that of a tree&lt;br /&gt;no speed for me&lt;br /&gt;I am a little over half way there&lt;br /&gt;and I am just beginning to hit my stride&lt;br /&gt;I have cracked myself wide open and allowed&lt;br /&gt;all forms of magic to pour out&lt;br /&gt;while many around are racing to their ending&lt;br /&gt;I am content to take my time&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to slow down time&lt;br /&gt;in an attempt to wallow in every moment&lt;br /&gt;I gather crystals, herbs, healers, mountains, beaches, bones and stones&lt;br /&gt;I wrap myself in many colors and surround myself in sound&lt;br /&gt;all of these talismans are part of my personal alchemy&lt;br /&gt;and they help me to remain on this earth plane&lt;br /&gt;growing free and slowly like a beautiful tree&lt;br /&gt;unfurling my limbs toward one hundred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-1257232953853844010?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/1257232953853844010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-hundred-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/1257232953853844010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/1257232953853844010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-hundred-years.html' title='One Hundred Years'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TEfDHzgDjnI/AAAAAAAAAp0/VjHGzamyOPs/s72-c/DSC05973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-7545799117611525770</id><published>2010-07-18T08:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T21:20:20.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth journeys'/><title type='text'>I Define My Reality</title><content type='html'>There are way too many people in the world that will try to define &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S__gRdwX4FI/AAAAAAAAAlA/di5GkaqiFzI/s1600/DSC05470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S__gRdwX4FI/AAAAAAAAAlA/di5GkaqiFzI/s320/DSC05470.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476342262555730002" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;your reality for you if you let them and I have no intention of letting them do that to me. People will assume and define your reality by race, gender, class, nationality, age and any other type of group that they can squeeze you into.  There is baggage attached to all of these classifications but I am not one to take on other peoples limitations. Just because you feel restricted by race or gender, do not try to force this restriction on me.  The other day somebody was talking to me about age and the reality of one person dying and leaving the other behind, in the case of a couple, I heard her concern but frankly speaking, it is not my concern.  My concern is that my honey and I live our lives to the hilt!  I care and put my attention on living, not on dying.  I do not want to waste our precious time here on earth worrying about leaving.  Too many people try to put their crap on you, guess what, you will be the one to suffer behind this kind of thinking, not me, because I refuse to own it, no thank you, I fly above all of this low level thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-7545799117611525770?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/7545799117611525770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-define-my-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/7545799117611525770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/7545799117611525770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-define-my-reality.html' title='I Define My Reality'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S__gRdwX4FI/AAAAAAAAAlA/di5GkaqiFzI/s72-c/DSC05470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-8275297148196265682</id><published>2010-07-13T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T18:45:57.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='individualist'/><title type='text'>Monique As the Voice of Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TDzz191PdeI/AAAAAAAAApY/S6zdlIL5jm0/s1600/DSC05963.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TDzz191PdeI/AAAAAAAAApY/S6zdlIL5jm0/s320/DSC05963.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493533753941652962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know that living my life by the standards of another goes against my grain and the idea of taking relationship advise from Monique is a utterly ridiculous notion as far as I am concerned.  I just finished listening to a video from the Monique show on BET and she brought a couple on who she fully endorsed to tell sistahs that they needed to submit, surrender to their king,  and she proceeded to use crude language explaining how she thought she had a male sexual organ and she wanted to control everything and I thought,  what the blank am I listening to?  Are these sistahs serious, this is 2010 and slavery officially ended in 1864-65 and these sistahs have willingly sold themselves back into slavery and they are asking the masses of sistahs to join them in their bondage. Are Black women really going to sell themselves,  mind, body and soul in order to have a so called man/master?  What price are you willing to pay in order to have this type of , in my opinion, worthless male?  Now I know that some jackass will accuse me of being a man hater,  or they might even call me a lesbian, but the truth of the matter is that I learned how powerful I am as an individual when I was in my mid-twenties and I used my power to create the life that I wanted, the life that I deserved.  I have a loving husband of thirty-two years and we have never entertained the notion of dominance over one another.  We both know and love each other's nature and would never insist that the other douse their light in order for the other to shine brighter because, what happens is, you dull the whole relationship and  in the end,  you both end up as lesser people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-8275297148196265682?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8275297148196265682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/07/monique-as-voice-of-reason.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8275297148196265682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8275297148196265682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/07/monique-as-voice-of-reason.html' title='Monique As the Voice of Reason'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TDzz191PdeI/AAAAAAAAApY/S6zdlIL5jm0/s72-c/DSC05963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-7984027927222201801</id><published>2010-07-07T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T06:49:09.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renaissance'/><title type='text'>Time to Get My Mojo Working</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TDVqke4UHqI/AAAAAAAAAow/IVq89eYFw9o/s1600/_11_00154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TDVqke4UHqI/AAAAAAAAAow/IVq89eYFw9o/s320/_11_00154.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491412495645286050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now that I have been to the mountain and received some very important messages, it is time to get my mojo working.  It seems that I have been resting on my laurels for far too long and it is time to move.  I have gone out and gathered energy now I have to use it to create again.  I have a painting that has been waiting for me for a year and everyday I walk by and look at it, it stares back at me, it is me looking and wondering about me.  Why the long hold up what the frick is going on with me?  I sat in that beach chair on the mountain for four hours and soaked up some much needed magnetic feminine/masculine energy.  My husband and I have rededicated ourselves to becoming renaissance people and that requires hard work, consistency and vitality.   We have nothing to lose and everything to gain by going forward with our art, music, language, writing, reading, studying the ancient Nile Valley civilizations, and, I have a week to decide if I am going back to dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-7984027927222201801?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/7984027927222201801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-to-get-my-mojo-working.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/7984027927222201801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/7984027927222201801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-to-get-my-mojo-working.html' title='Time to Get My Mojo Working'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TDVqke4UHqI/AAAAAAAAAow/IVq89eYFw9o/s72-c/_11_00154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-1829036866017047361</id><published>2010-07-02T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T19:06:26.673-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving You'/><title type='text'>Wonder Twin Powers......Activate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TC5mZ6CqLCI/AAAAAAAAAoo/7hq5NqggBKE/s1600/DSC05889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TC5mZ6CqLCI/AAAAAAAAAoo/7hq5NqggBKE/s320/DSC05889.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489437591074384930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TC5lUKjUTzI/AAAAAAAAAog/eMHwgLltErM/s1600/DSC05910.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What this mini vacation was really all about was the fact that I have loved Charles for 32 years and it was our anniversary celebration.  Whenever we head out on a trip we say," wonder twin powers activate" because we double our power that way and no one messes with us.  I don't really like the kissing picture because I am holding the camera and I am to close, so my face looks too big and the pursed lips are a little too corny but I decided to post it anyway because we have the magical waterfall behind us.  I know that it is not obvious but, that is my hand on the left and his is on the right and the rings are hematite and therefore, magnetic so, when we hold hands, they bond together, now,  how cool is that! So here is to 32 more years of wonder twin spirit power.  Activate!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-1829036866017047361?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/1829036866017047361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/07/wonder-twin-powersactivate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/1829036866017047361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/1829036866017047361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/07/wonder-twin-powersactivate.html' title='Wonder Twin Powers......Activate'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TC5mZ6CqLCI/AAAAAAAAAoo/7hq5NqggBKE/s72-c/DSC05889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-2963638075733330027</id><published>2010-06-27T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T22:25:30.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fly life'/><title type='text'>Mt. Shasta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TC5gzr14M1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/04Jc1KboOfw/s1600/__5_00160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TC5gzr14M1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/04Jc1KboOfw/s320/__5_00160.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489431436869514066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TC5gVT-xNII/AAAAAAAAAoQ/jYQacWk3fRI/s1600/DSC05871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TC5gVT-xNII/AAAAAAAAAoQ/jYQacWk3fRI/s320/DSC05871.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489430915068277890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TC0-dYj6vgI/AAAAAAAAAoI/d-91WJiCE68/s1600/__3_00181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TC0-dYj6vgI/AAAAAAAAAoI/d-91WJiCE68/s320/__3_00181.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489112195364732418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TC09efNwPSI/AAAAAAAAAoA/sz4_EqdJ3r8/s1600/DSC05834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TC09efNwPSI/AAAAAAAAAoA/sz4_EqdJ3r8/s320/DSC05834.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489111114819058978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TCf_QpimsNI/AAAAAAAAAng/qqpxffJ6nUw/s1600/DSC05896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 147px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TCf_QpimsNI/AAAAAAAAAng/qqpxffJ6nUw/s320/DSC05896.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487635332468224210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I returned home from our mini vacation last Sunday and I am ready to go again because seven or was it eight days just isn't enough and it is taking me a week to unpack.  We had so much fun with one another, one of the coolest things happened on this trip,  we visited the cafe from the famous movie, at least to me it was famous, Bagdad Cafe.  I was so excited that I actually could not stop smiling while I snapped pictures and drank lemonade.  Then it was on to Las Vegas and our favorite hotel, Bellagio, wow, I am missing the yummy dinners that I had there.  We love Bellagio and we always have a fabulous room on the upper floors with a full lake view and it is important for me to have a room with a view of the strip.  We were there for three days of walking around and seeing the sights and we even got to see the Musical Play, "The Lion King,"  and it was alright but I would have preferred to see a Cirque Du Soleil production.   We spent the last three days of our trip in the beautiful mystical Mt. Shasta City which is at the foot of the awe inspiring Mt. Shasta.  From the minute the mountain comes into view from highway 5, you can't take your eyes off of it, never mind that it dominates the landscape, it is magical.  Mt. Shasta is a magnetic vortex that summons people from all over the world and they come in droves to walk her/his beautiful slopes.  The mountain is surrounded in mystery from, UFO's to Lemurians living in a city inside the mountain.  There are stories about ascended masters who have appeared on the mountain and little people who have lead campers to their city on the mountain.  We have seen strange lights hovering over the top of the mountain at night and the magnificent clouds formations that form over the mountain.  The energy of the Mt. Shasta affects all of the surrounding area for miles.  There are waterfalls with entities around them and lava tubes that are portals for inter-dimensional travel.  Just spending time in the natural beauty of this powerful area is priceless.  Mt. Shasta city is the perfect place to pick a personal crystal and to get a reading on the crystal itself in order to find out why this particular crystal attracted you to it.  All in all, it was a wonder filled trip and the mountain informed me that I need to visit her at least once year if not twice because she has knowledge to pass to me so, I will return as soon as possible.&lt;div&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/848114081021699159-2963638075733330027?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/2963638075733330027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/06/mt-shasta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/2963638075733330027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/2963638075733330027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/06/mt-shasta.html' title='Mt. Shasta'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TC5gzr14M1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/04Jc1KboOfw/s72-c/__5_00160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-5574028239960919529</id><published>2010-06-01T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T16:55:35.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maverick'/><title type='text'>It Takes a Village.....Not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TAXlbGbCVSI/AAAAAAAAAl4/oJG7ZmLYAVM/s1600/DSC05721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TAXlbGbCVSI/AAAAAAAAAl4/oJG7ZmLYAVM/s320/DSC05721.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478036775509316898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What I am about to say should not  come as a shock because I have made it clear that I am an individualist, so when I say that I never liked the saying "It takes a village to raise a child," you should say, "of course, that is what I would expect you to say."  The truth of the matter is that the saying makes my flesh crawl because it takes the responsibility away from the parents and gives it to the group, the collective.  Recently my granddaughter was removed from her school about a month before the official end of of the school year and ever since then, when my daughter runs into parents from the school they ask her for an explanation as to why she did this, as if she owes them anything. They try to tell her that she went about it in the wrong way and that she should take their approach and speak to the teacher or at least make them understand her problem with the school.  They all seem to feel that she owes the school an acceptable explanation and they are waiting to hear something that will satisfy their collective conscience.  They have suggested that it is the problem of the parents and not of my granddaughter and that my daughter, her parent,  has some how taken their child, my granddaughter from the school against her will. They think that they know what is best for her and they feel like one of their children has been taken away from the control of the collective or the village if you will. The village knows what is best for this child and what is best is that she, like each of their own children, learns to grin and bear the below standard education that is being doled out to her. If this school is good enough for their children, it is good enough for her because she is a  part of the village, the collective and every Black child is expected to have the same experience or else, how will she feel at home in the village? I don't know about anyone else but, one of the reasons I had children is so I could teach them my values and standards and in the end to teach them to always live by their own values and standards and not that of the village, the collective.  The village has voiced its unsolicited  opinions to my daughter but she made her decision almost a month ago and they will have to live with it because in the end, it is hers and her husband's sole responsibility to raise their daughter. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/848114081021699159-5574028239960919529?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/5574028239960919529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-takes-villagenot.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/5574028239960919529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/5574028239960919529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-takes-villagenot.html' title='It Takes a Village.....Not!'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/TAXlbGbCVSI/AAAAAAAAAl4/oJG7ZmLYAVM/s72-c/DSC05721.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-7522335961189962388</id><published>2010-05-22T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T08:05:00.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The game of life and how to play it'/><title type='text'>My Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S_gZ25LoG0I/AAAAAAAAAkI/M4EGmhnJZqo/s1600/DSC05519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S_gZ25LoG0I/AAAAAAAAAkI/M4EGmhnJZqo/s320/DSC05519.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474153777922054978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am always talking about creating my own reality but it is just as important, if not more, to consciously create my virtual reality also.  I recently met with one of my facebook friends in the real world and she was fantastic and we had so much fun laughing, talking and having tea and sandwiches at a lovely english style tea room.  By managing my facebook page and rejecting most of the requests that come through and dumping all of the false prophets, I have a pretty cool eclectic group of friends, people that I would love to meet in the real world.  I keep my numbers low and manageable and try to touch bases with all of the people or at least I have actually communicated with them at some point and they have written back.  When I find someone that has never said anything to me, especially if they have over a thousand friends, I drop them because I know that there is nothing special about me remaining on this person's friend list.  I am excited to get an opportunity to meet them in the real world and if that doesn't go well, I drop them from my friends list because in reality, I only want facebook friends that I would actually want to know in the world of the real!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-7522335961189962388?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/7522335961189962388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/7522335961189962388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/7522335961189962388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-reality.html' title='My Reality'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S_gZ25LoG0I/AAAAAAAAAkI/M4EGmhnJZqo/s72-c/DSC05519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-949745830521332777</id><published>2010-05-15T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T22:12:21.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family matters'/><title type='text'>Drummers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S-9-ib0p9BI/AAAAAAAAAjI/GDv8G2TRuaU/s1600/DSC05482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S-9-ib0p9BI/AAAAAAAAAjI/GDv8G2TRuaU/s320/DSC05482.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471731202327704594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-949745830521332777?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/949745830521332777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/05/drummers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/949745830521332777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/949745830521332777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/05/drummers.html' title='Drummers'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S-9-ib0p9BI/AAAAAAAAAjI/GDv8G2TRuaU/s72-c/DSC05482.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-8585294275239304754</id><published>2010-05-08T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T23:52:50.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='individualist'/><title type='text'>Colonized Women, are You Kidding Me!</title><content type='html'>I read something that a self-identified slave wrote yesterday, she used the term "colonized women all over the planet," and this struck me as a crazy statement. This is a presumption on her part.  I said it once and I will say it again, If you want and choose to identify yourself as a slave and to act accordingly, that is on you but do not assume that all women want to join or be forced into this mindset or sense of life.  I am stating that I am free to choose my life and how I want to live it and I will not attempt to force you to be free .  I will only state what is obvious to me and that is,  that many people are laboring  and living under antiquated min&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S-YCHTu-IXI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/CPibNq5DWIA/s1600/DSC01186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S-YCHTu-IXI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/CPibNq5DWIA/s320/DSC01186.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469061122067669362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d sets while the world has moved on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-8585294275239304754?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8585294275239304754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/05/colonized-women-are-you-kidding-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8585294275239304754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8585294275239304754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/05/colonized-women-are-you-kidding-me.html' title='Colonized Women, are You Kidding Me!'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S-YCHTu-IXI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/CPibNq5DWIA/s72-c/DSC01186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-7376109408497276241</id><published>2010-05-05T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T00:32:43.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S-JMwx-kBPI/AAAAAAAAAh4/wvFaBPkdyjI/s1600/DSC05061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S-JMwx-kBPI/AAAAAAAAAh4/wvFaBPkdyjI/s320/DSC05061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468017298514380018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many people complain about all of the changes for the worst on facebook but, for me, it has been a wonderful adventure, because it has enabled me to find known and unknown family members and that is beyond cool.  This week, I finally connected with my aunt who is married to my father's brother and whom I have only met once in my life.  I also connected with a first cousin who I have not seen since she was two.  I also met for the first time, my second cousins and this is really cool, their grandfather and my grandfather are brothers and now we have an opportunity to get to know one another.  For decades, I have felt like a person cut off from my family roots and if it wasn't for this social network, I doubt that I would have been able to find and connect with these family members in this lifetime, so for me, facebook has been life altering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-7376109408497276241?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/7376109408497276241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/05/family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/7376109408497276241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/7376109408497276241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/05/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S-JMwx-kBPI/AAAAAAAAAh4/wvFaBPkdyjI/s72-c/DSC05061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-898518122031251003</id><published>2010-05-02T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T09:22:45.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fly style'/><title type='text'>Sunshine blue skies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S92mqbVGHeI/AAAAAAAAAhY/sJJ1zmGCHO4/s1600/DSC05350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S92mqbVGHeI/AAAAAAAAAhY/sJJ1zmGCHO4/s320/DSC05350.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466708770518605282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-898518122031251003?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/898518122031251003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/05/sunshine-blue-skies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/898518122031251003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/898518122031251003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/05/sunshine-blue-skies.html' title='Sunshine blue skies'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S92mqbVGHeI/AAAAAAAAAhY/sJJ1zmGCHO4/s72-c/DSC05350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-6029891315325573679</id><published>2010-04-26T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T18:27:40.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pen pals'/><title type='text'>Having Pen Pals is so Cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S9XGlh4TqHI/AAAAAAAAAgY/xxN6YLGBHig/s1600/DSC05307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S9XGlh4TqHI/AAAAAAAAAgY/xxN6YLGBHig/s320/DSC05307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464492070935963762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week was filled with disturbing encounters, the kind that outside of facebook, would never enter my Queendom so, It was  lovely to receive letters from two of my pen pals, that by the way, I met on facebook.  it was wonderful to read their letters and to feel that positive connection.  We don't have to have the same ideas and positions on everything,  and that is the way it should be but, on the essentials we agree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-6029891315325573679?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/6029891315325573679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/04/loving-my-pen-pals.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/6029891315325573679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/6029891315325573679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/04/loving-my-pen-pals.html' title='Having Pen Pals is so Cool'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S9XGlh4TqHI/AAAAAAAAAgY/xxN6YLGBHig/s72-c/DSC05307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-5264883122828447111</id><published>2010-04-21T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T20:33:43.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Not a Mellow Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S8_BHcEFhoI/AAAAAAAAAfw/nXbeAlPuHoc/s1600/DSC05293.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S8_BHcEFhoI/AAAAAAAAAfw/nXbeAlPuHoc/s320/DSC05293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462797206560278146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my spot for a mental moment of Zen, aahh, breath in breath out.  Okay on to the topic at hand, this week I encountered a couple of disturbing African American women but one in particular was a little more hateful.  Her behavior made me refer back to Erykah Badu's new video in which she tries to expose "group think," which I have to say is a major problem with most of the world but many Black folks preach the virtues of having one mind as African people, and so far, this really has not worked to uplift the  majority of Black folks in this country.  As a Black woman these two women were laboring under the false illusion that I, as an individual, am not allowed to think about myself and my life without that being a problem for the collective, the majority of Black people.  The act of me claiming my intrinsic right to be an individualist, to live by my own standards and not the standards and choices of the group sent them over the top and they began to hurl venom in an attempt to intimidate and ridicule me back into the role as a sheeple(sheep+people), you get it!  They unleashed all of their ugliness and in the end, I dropped the sistah who's page this was happening on, even though I like her but she had some really toxic followers.   The craziest of the two women kept talking about the "rabid individualist," and all of the horrors they inflict on the world, which is a ridiculous notion to me.  Armies and groups of mindless followers are the real destructors and evil doers on the planet.  The true individualist, I am not talking about a leader who is really just a follower because he needs the group in order to maintain his position, I am talking about the true individualist who would never demand or use force on another individual in order to make them bend to her/his will.  The true individualist is out there living their life by their own terms and flies on their own wings, and never rides on the backs of others.  The true individualist never says because you made it, you are under obligation to give me some of what you have achieved on your own.  Collectivist always claim that the individualist owes them for their success.  They seriously believe that the group helped this person achieve what they have and therefore, they should give back.  What a croak of shit, why  would anyone help someone else achieve greatness or to reach higher heights and not do that for themselves.  Give back, wtf have you given to them, no really, I would like that question answered because this is always the claim of the collective.  Don't get me wrong, people can  help people and  belong to collectives but, it has to be by choice not force.  In the end this toxic woman who was a self righteous homophobe, and intolerant of any opinion different from hers, wrapped in African garb while pretending to be a "conscious rasta raw foodie sistah,"  was just a jackass in sheep's clothing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-5264883122828447111?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/5264883122828447111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-not-mellow-post.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/5264883122828447111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/5264883122828447111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-not-mellow-post.html' title='This is Not a Mellow Post'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S8_BHcEFhoI/AAAAAAAAAfw/nXbeAlPuHoc/s72-c/DSC05293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-5687637475880420321</id><published>2010-04-21T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T09:19:43.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jewelry as power objects'/><title type='text'>I Send All Negative Energy Back to Its Source</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S88ljXpyS8I/AAAAAAAAAfo/OKTDaiuIoF8/s1600/DSC05292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S88ljXpyS8I/AAAAAAAAAfo/OKTDaiuIoF8/s320/DSC05292.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462626162598628290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-5687637475880420321?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/5687637475880420321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-send-all-negative-energy-back-to-its.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/5687637475880420321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/5687637475880420321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-send-all-negative-energy-back-to-its.html' title='I Send All Negative Energy Back to Its Source'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S88ljXpyS8I/AAAAAAAAAfo/OKTDaiuIoF8/s72-c/DSC05292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-7842083268132036481</id><published>2010-04-19T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T22:18:10.931-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creating magic'/><title type='text'>Always Creating Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S80xEzjoxmI/AAAAAAAAAfY/SAvBc3E-FF4/s1600/DSC05131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S80xEzjoxmI/AAAAAAAAAfY/SAvBc3E-FF4/s320/DSC05131.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462075881699198562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"You must have been a genie in a former life," is what sistah Cheree's posting under one of my pictures said,   and , I would have to agree because some how I came into this life knowing magic.  As a little girl, I knew that I could and did create magic in my daily life growing up in the projects, which in no way resembled the projects of today except the fact that Black folks lived there.  I always find a way  to create something wonderful to combat the mundane existence that is always lurking around the perimeter of the  magic circle that I have casted to keep my treasured lush life from having too much contact with that other world.  I am always coming up with new ways to expand my creative consciousness and this keeps me happy and for the most part positive about my life.  I read something important tonight in the book,   "Manifest Your Desires."  The quote is,  "Those who are mostly observers thrive in good times but suffer in bad times because what they are observing is already vibrating,  and as they observe it, they include it in their vibrational countenance; and as they include it, the Universe accepts that as their point of attraction--and gives them more of the essence of it.  So, for an observer, the better it gets, the better it gets; or the worse it gets, the worse it gets.  However,  one who is a visionary thrives in all times." So, note to self, keep my eyes and heart on my magical world and the mundane will fall away and I will cast my magic as far and as wide as my imagination reaches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-7842083268132036481?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/7842083268132036481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/04/always-creating-magic.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/7842083268132036481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/7842083268132036481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/04/always-creating-magic.html' title='Always Creating Magic'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S80xEzjoxmI/AAAAAAAAAfY/SAvBc3E-FF4/s72-c/DSC05131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-4257787707893868132</id><published>2010-04-17T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T19:48:17.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family matters'/><title type='text'>Why is this kid touching my Goat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S8pyodxuxmI/AAAAAAAAAfA/aABOBzCE0qg/s1600/DSC05203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S8pyodxuxmI/AAAAAAAAAfA/aABOBzCE0qg/s320/DSC05203.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461303537653696098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-4257787707893868132?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4257787707893868132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-is-this-kid-touching-my-goat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/4257787707893868132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/4257787707893868132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-is-this-kid-touching-my-goat.html' title='Why is this kid touching my Goat?'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S8pyodxuxmI/AAAAAAAAAfA/aABOBzCE0qg/s72-c/DSC05203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-6064818833683277795</id><published>2010-04-06T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:26:58.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='individualist'/><title type='text'>Creating Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S72OR3AuS8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/SWFPO-oGJcE/s1600/DSC05077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S72OR3AuS8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/SWFPO-oGJcE/s320/DSC05077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457674760918813634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love roaming the lands looking for power spots to create our magic.  My consort and I find the coolest places and then we work our magic and find such joy in what we are able to conjure up.  The longer we stay on this planet, the bolder we become.  A lot of  the things that we have done for three decades, we were lucky if we ran into any other Black folks but now, what were fringe activities or just plain taboo in the Black community, like the so called "New Age" movement, has now become very hip and almost mainstream, huh, I really don't know how to feel about that, I tend to want to run away from anything that is becoming or has become mainstream.  What I do know is that, the fad will run its course and the collective will move on to the next hip thing and the true authentic souls will emerge, standing in their own individual power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-6064818833683277795?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/6064818833683277795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/04/creating-magic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/6064818833683277795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/6064818833683277795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/04/creating-magic.html' title='Creating Magic'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S72OR3AuS8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/SWFPO-oGJcE/s72-c/DSC05077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-7940029347925046170</id><published>2010-04-05T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T15:21:53.025-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fly style'/><title type='text'>Striking a Pose in the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S7piVJUQZTI/AAAAAAAAAc4/GJxuJLdgHnA/s1600/DSC05116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S7piVJUQZTI/AAAAAAAAAc4/GJxuJLdgHnA/s320/DSC05116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456782013930431794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-7940029347925046170?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/7940029347925046170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/04/striking-pose-in-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/7940029347925046170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/7940029347925046170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/04/striking-pose-in-rain.html' title='Striking a Pose in the Rain'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S7piVJUQZTI/AAAAAAAAAc4/GJxuJLdgHnA/s72-c/DSC05116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-3093709489747149811</id><published>2010-04-03T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T00:06:53.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal style'/><title type='text'>Thrift Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S7gf_AIyojI/AAAAAAAAAco/ugQdASkgxQQ/s1600/DSC01089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S7gf_AIyojI/AAAAAAAAAco/ugQdASkgxQQ/s320/DSC01089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456146115788448306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is no better shopping than, thrift shopping because, I am freed from the control of the fashion industry and I have total control of how I want to clothe myself.  I really don't care what they say is in style,  I want to wear what I want to wear.  A few years ago I started sewing just so I could control my look and not be a slave to their whims.  I am free to create my look.  This is why I have always loved the Harajuku kids(at least that is what I call them) in Japan because, they created and continue to create their own fashion and as a result, the fashion industry is jocking them and stealing their looks and claiming that they took the kids ideas, their fashion sense and made it better.  Don't get me wrong, I love looking at fashion books and sometimes magazines but, I don't want to look like the people in the books, I want to look like Talibah.  I have my own ideas and thrift shops allow me to construct my fashion style.  I take a little bit of this and a one of those and I piece together something creative that may or may not reflect anything that is going on in fashion today.  Oh yes, I do not share the locations of my favorite stores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-3093709489747149811?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/3093709489747149811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/04/thrift-shopping.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/3093709489747149811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/3093709489747149811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/04/thrift-shopping.html' title='Thrift Shopping'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S7gf_AIyojI/AAAAAAAAAco/ugQdASkgxQQ/s72-c/DSC01089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-4717256326857809830</id><published>2010-03-29T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T08:29:44.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='individualist'/><title type='text'>Never Be Afraid to Stand Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S7F5-xeO4XI/AAAAAAAAAbw/D2x93_bf9Jc/s1600/DSC05040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S7F5-xeO4XI/AAAAAAAAAbw/D2x93_bf9Jc/s320/DSC05040.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454274743061373298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most people that I encounter are so afraid to go against the group, the mob, the community, the race, the gender but as a true individualist, you have to know that most of the time you will stand alone.  In the past few days everybody is buzzing about Erykah Badu's new video and what concerns them is her nudity but what is really exciting is her declaration to not be controlled by the collective and their fear tactics.  There is always a understanding that in standing up as an individualist, the collective mob may view you as a threat and try to take you out, to assassinate you physically or try character assassination like they did to Michael Jackson.  Most people I encounter are members of the collective and rarely stray from the borg mind, they talk the same, dress the same, listen to the same music, they all embrace the same thing at the same time and they all believe that they are individuals at the same time as a group.  What I am saying is that there are a lot of people who are deciding as a group to jump on the individualist bandwagon by claiming that this is who they have been all the time but once again it is actually the group mind deciding that it will claim individuality the way that they claimed spirituality or wearing locs.  I have been an individualist for five decades and when I looked around while doing a full moon ritual, I didn't see any other Black folks.  Black folks have been some of the worst collectivist because very often diversity has been ridiculed!  When my children had locs thirty years ago, Black people were brutal and tried to make our lives miserable but they could not shake me or my family members because we reject the collective mindset.  But now, the collective has embraced dreadlocks as an official style and they have stripped away the uniqueness and have opted for a unified look, thin and all the same length, tamed and whipped into a hairstyle and this is cool as long as you do not try to ridicule those that choose to leave their dreadlocks to grow freely in all types of varying shapes and sizes.  Dreadlocks as metaphor for life, I am growing freely unimpeded by the collective mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-4717256326857809830?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4717256326857809830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/03/never-be-afraid-to-stand-alone.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/4717256326857809830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/4717256326857809830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/03/never-be-afraid-to-stand-alone.html' title='Never Be Afraid to Stand Alone'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S7F5-xeO4XI/AAAAAAAAAbw/D2x93_bf9Jc/s72-c/DSC05040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-14894587874207933</id><published>2010-03-28T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T07:13:04.813-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fly style'/><title type='text'>Always Ready to Strike a Pose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S69jLeEs6SI/AAAAAAAAAbY/1oXmNDQBcBY/s1600/DSC05082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S69jLeEs6SI/AAAAAAAAAbY/1oXmNDQBcBY/s320/DSC05082.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453686722471455010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-14894587874207933?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/14894587874207933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/03/always-ready-to-strike-pose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/14894587874207933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/14894587874207933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/03/always-ready-to-strike-pose.html' title='Always Ready to Strike a Pose'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S69jLeEs6SI/AAAAAAAAAbY/1oXmNDQBcBY/s72-c/DSC05082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-8206039916410953451</id><published>2010-03-24T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T21:39:37.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><title type='text'>Nature Speaks</title><content type='html'>Nature is my great teacher! I am not a religious person at all.  By spending time in nature, I have experienced the sacred holiness of life and nature has healed me at the worst of times in my life so I know her power.  The day my father died, I went to my favorite beach and climb on rocks that protruded quite far into the ocean.  I sat there with my sweetie and a few crabs running over the rocks and cried. I let the healing power of Yemonja wash over me and felt so much better when I left.  When my mom died and I was feeling very troubled about her passing, I was out on the bay marshlands in Palo Alto and asked a question and suddenly out of nowhere, a huge flock of birds few all around me and brushed pass my body but did not hurt me and I had my answer. I used to plant quartz crystals all around San Francisco in nature spots.  I planted crystals on twin peaks and then laid my body on the bosom of Pacha mama for a healing.  I love going to Muir Woods where me and tree can exchange energy, we both exhale and then breathe each other in and we are nurtured. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S6rywLSYNXI/AAAAAAAAAbA/z3IT820CW48/s1600/DSC04968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S6rywLSYNXI/AAAAAAAAAbA/z3IT820CW48/s320/DSC04968.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452437208362923378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-8206039916410953451?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8206039916410953451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/03/nature.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8206039916410953451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8206039916410953451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/03/nature.html' title='Nature Speaks'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S6rywLSYNXI/AAAAAAAAAbA/z3IT820CW48/s72-c/DSC04968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-5252201569177653035</id><published>2010-03-22T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T22:27:05.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><title type='text'>Supercharged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S6hPaaXWNQI/AAAAAAAAAaw/QGGlRTzr1jc/s1600-h/DSC05025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S6hPaaXWNQI/AAAAAAAAAaw/QGGlRTzr1jc/s320/DSC05025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451694664104424706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hippie in me has been supercharged and now, I am ready for spring!  I can't wait to get out in my garden this weekend and start beautifying everything.  I need to buy lots of annuals to put in pots all around Hummingbird Cottage.  I absolutely loved the gardens at the SchoolHouse compound of which Jasmine Cottage is a part.  The owner Karen Gray is a Landscape architect and her gardens were so perfect and lush.  I really want to make my gardens more inviting and with the help of the new gardener that I hired, he can do the hard work and I can do the fun stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-5252201569177653035?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/5252201569177653035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/03/supercharged.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/5252201569177653035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/5252201569177653035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/03/supercharged.html' title='Supercharged'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S6hPaaXWNQI/AAAAAAAAAaw/QGGlRTzr1jc/s72-c/DSC05025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-1290693261399780438</id><published>2010-03-21T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T16:59:54.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retreats'/><title type='text'>Renewal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S6at0zLaciI/AAAAAAAAAaY/huXE927_L3k/s1600-h/DSC01093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S6at0zLaciI/AAAAAAAAAaY/huXE927_L3k/s320/DSC01093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451235521581445666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last four days have been so wonderful and they have truly renewed my spirit.  I so needed that trip. It was a relaxing and inspiring retreat for my honey and I.  There was nothing that we needed to do, we could just hang out in the beautiful garden at Jasmine cottage where we stayed or venture out to the beautiful lush country, rolling hills, forests, beaches, bays and lagoons.  Wild life was in abundance, deer crossed our path, ospreys building nests flying back and forth overhead, even a bob cat running right across the road .  I played my guitar in the garden while basking in the morning sunlight.  I even danced in the garden to the celtic music. The cottage only had two cds, Beethoven and a celtic music.  Everything was perfect, from the fresh flowers in the vase on the table to the wood burning stove.  My home, Hummingbird cottage is so pretty that I had not bothered to rent a cottage for five years but, there are many other reasons to rent a cottage, and renting a place in paradise is a great reason.  It was so needed, to get away from the hustle and bustle of city life and to slow my pace down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-1290693261399780438?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/1290693261399780438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/03/renewal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/1290693261399780438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/1290693261399780438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/03/renewal.html' title='Renewal'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S6at0zLaciI/AAAAAAAAAaY/huXE927_L3k/s72-c/DSC01093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-8482740478257704125</id><published>2010-03-12T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:48:15.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out and about'/><title type='text'>Spring Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S5r80M-UzzI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/L-GFfyIRdlY/s1600-h/DSC04824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S5r80M-UzzI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/L-GFfyIRdlY/s320/DSC04824.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447944673024069426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite time of the  year will arrive this week, yes, it is spring equinox time and once again the days will be longer than the nights.  I love going to a special place to celebrate the holy days and really mark them in some ritualistic way.  So this year, we are renting a cottage for a few days in a place that is known for its wildflowers and I can't wait to be there.  It is going to be lovely and very restful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-8482740478257704125?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8482740478257704125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8482740478257704125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8482740478257704125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-time.html' title='Spring Time'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S5r80M-UzzI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/L-GFfyIRdlY/s72-c/DSC04824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-4710985500604515948</id><published>2010-03-11T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T22:14:14.918-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fly life'/><title type='text'>Sassy Fashionista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S5kPSXcvMuI/AAAAAAAAAZA/_4qnFUoTWuE/s1600-h/DSC04801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S5kPSXcvMuI/AAAAAAAAAZA/_4qnFUoTWuE/s320/DSC04801.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447402032487936738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Funky fresh dressed to impress and Boris is ready to party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-4710985500604515948?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4710985500604515948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/03/sassy-fashionista.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/4710985500604515948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/4710985500604515948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/03/sassy-fashionista.html' title='Sassy Fashionista'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S5kPSXcvMuI/AAAAAAAAAZA/_4qnFUoTWuE/s72-c/DSC04801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-4011960108889717679</id><published>2010-03-08T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T07:26:59.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystical'/><title type='text'>Om Mani Padme Hum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S5X7fGEZb1I/AAAAAAAAAYE/JgZP9SgKJhI/s1600-h/DSC04768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S5X7fGEZb1I/AAAAAAAAAYE/JgZP9SgKJhI/s320/DSC04768.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446535835998056274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I own sixty Buddhas and one day while purchasing four, I had an encounter with a Chinese woman.  She was my cashier and she  told me that she was Buddhist and asked me why I buy them all the times.  And suddenly, the words came out of my mouth, "I was a Buddhist monk in a past life," I said softly and waited for her response.  She grabbed herself and said, "I got goose bumps, I know it is true!"  She asked about my dreams and told me to pay close attention to them.  So there it is, I was a monk.  In this lifetime, I am not a Buddhist but it feels natural to live surrounded by beautiful images of Buddha, my home is a temple. Om mani padme hum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-4011960108889717679?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4011960108889717679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/03/om-mani-padme-hum.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/4011960108889717679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/4011960108889717679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/03/om-mani-padme-hum.html' title='Om Mani Padme Hum'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S5X7fGEZb1I/AAAAAAAAAYE/JgZP9SgKJhI/s72-c/DSC04768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-7260777985379739380</id><published>2010-03-05T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T16:53:50.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writer&apos;s life'/><title type='text'>Letter Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S5Hxo5l5ZpI/AAAAAAAAAXs/VpmCNixC9UA/s1600-h/DSC04678.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the best things that I did for myself/my spirit so far this year is,  to come together with five other like spirited sistahs as pen pals.  Now my already fabulous life has been made more lush by the simple delight of writing personal letters and receiving wonderful multi-layered creative letters, cards and artwork in return.  By participating in this simple but powerful ritual, my life has expanded ten fold.  We are, all of us,  magicians in the act of creating wonder filled lives for ourselves and for all of those who come who bask in our energy.  To the mundane eye, letter writing can seem like a tired old fashioned practice but to wise women, it has become an act of power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-7260777985379739380?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/7260777985379739380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/03/letter-writing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/7260777985379739380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/7260777985379739380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/03/letter-writing.html' title='Letter Writing'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-4354184453950413093</id><published>2010-02-28T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T06:26:22.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrate life'/><title type='text'>Spinning Straw into Gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S4tB6ABcEZI/AAAAAAAAAXU/4pshC3gyyZM/s1600-h/DSC04688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S4tB6ABcEZI/AAAAAAAAAXU/4pshC3gyyZM/s320/DSC04688.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443517039301628306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am creating a wonderful life day by day and moment by moment.  We plan longer and more elaborate trips maybe twice a year, but it is the little outings and the magic that I am  able to create on a daily basis that makes my life worth living.  I want to keep this present in my mind, I am responsible for keeping my life fabulous. Often times it feels like I am an alchemist when it comes to my life, I spin straw into a golden life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-4354184453950413093?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4354184453950413093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/02/spinning-straw-into-gold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/4354184453950413093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/4354184453950413093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/02/spinning-straw-into-gold.html' title='Spinning Straw into Gold'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S4tB6ABcEZI/AAAAAAAAAXU/4pshC3gyyZM/s72-c/DSC04688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-8001540434067378763</id><published>2010-02-22T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T13:35:03.982-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal style'/><title type='text'>It's All Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S4TF_-lRHNI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Ue5q54qPLRc/s1600-h/DSC04664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S4TF_-lRHNI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Ue5q54qPLRc/s320/DSC04664.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441691952692141266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an alchemist when it comes to creating outfits to wear, I spin flyness from bones, crystals, candles and frankincense. I am so serious because I create my fits as I go and if you looked in my closet, you wouldn't see how I "do what I do."  It is magical and I continually surprise myself and my family.  This week alone, I have created some fabulous looks.  People often ask me where I come from because they would like know that my flyness is attached to some other country because,  this certainly can't be an american thing.  I have had people get very disappointed when I said, "San Francisco,"  they said, "no, I mean before that, where are you originally from?"  I tell them,  that I was born in Texas but arrived in San Francisco when I was three and then, they get very disappointed, they exhale deeply and walk away.  I am left  feeling a little weird, as if they thought I was some kind of fake because I was not  actually from some exotic country.  I really didn't know what to tell them but one day it came to me.  "It's all me," is my simple answer.  This is my personal alchemy, my magic, it is not attributed to any tribe, group, country, it is all me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-8001540434067378763?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8001540434067378763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-all-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8001540434067378763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8001540434067378763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-all-me.html' title='It&apos;s All Me'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S4TF_-lRHNI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Ue5q54qPLRc/s72-c/DSC04664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-630005885307026651</id><published>2010-02-11T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:34:46.826-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>A Tea Shop Mystery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S3UG5hxpIxI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yCBR5P-VnPQ/s1600-h/DSC04518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S3UG5hxpIxI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yCBR5P-VnPQ/s320/DSC04518.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437259710508638994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, I went to my first gathering of the Tearoom book club and it was so much fun.  The group is reading a series called A Tea Shop Mystery and there are I think, nine books in total although I do believe that a new one is coming out in March.  The author is Laura Childs and her books are very light fun reading.  Her main character owns a teashop and she is an amateur detective who solves murder mysteries.  The fun is that the books are pack full of descriptions of great teas and yummy recipes and in our book club meeting/gathering, we get to sample many of the teas and treats from our stories.  In reading these books, I will find out more about teas and tearoom rituals and culture so I will not seem such a neophyte when I go to English style tearooms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-630005885307026651?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/630005885307026651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/02/tea-shop-mystery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/630005885307026651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/630005885307026651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/02/tea-shop-mystery.html' title='A Tea Shop Mystery'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S3UG5hxpIxI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yCBR5P-VnPQ/s72-c/DSC04518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-4564172692735066620</id><published>2010-02-05T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:35:24.006-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family matters'/><title type='text'>Boris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S2--r-yx5bI/AAAAAAAAAT0/GKSoGFLv58Q/s1600-h/23A_00058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S2--r-yx5bI/AAAAAAAAAT0/GKSoGFLv58Q/s320/23A_00058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435772938059113906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S20XNHTQMtI/AAAAAAAAATU/tZxjvu7SHsE/s1600-h/17A_00064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S20XNHTQMtI/AAAAAAAAATU/tZxjvu7SHsE/s320/17A_00064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435025839371596498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S20WsjtsmSI/AAAAAAAAATM/BumtZ956Vco/s1600-h/16A_00065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S20WsjtsmSI/AAAAAAAAATM/BumtZ956Vco/s320/16A_00065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435025280063019298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-4564172692735066620?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4564172692735066620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/02/boris-and-ayana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/4564172692735066620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/4564172692735066620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/02/boris-and-ayana.html' title='Boris'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S2--r-yx5bI/AAAAAAAAAT0/GKSoGFLv58Q/s72-c/23A_00058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-9075973130160862294</id><published>2010-02-02T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T07:12:43.866-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrate life'/><title type='text'>Simple Delights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S2g8gLowgLI/AAAAAAAAASE/0-QwTarUDFo/s1600-h/DSC04574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S2g8gLowgLI/AAAAAAAAASE/0-QwTarUDFo/s320/DSC04574.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433659473999724722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Warm sunshine on my face is one of the simple delights in my life, and now I have started a photo journal/plog that highlights my life as a woman of leisure.  I am a magician creating a lush life for myself and my family.  In photos, I hope to tell the story of how it is the simple things that weaves the joyous, blissful and exciting fabric which is my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-9075973130160862294?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/9075973130160862294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/02/simple-delights.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/9075973130160862294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/9075973130160862294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/02/simple-delights.html' title='Simple Delights'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S2g8gLowgLI/AAAAAAAAASE/0-QwTarUDFo/s72-c/DSC04574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-4651404426960749906</id><published>2010-01-30T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T20:17:15.719-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pen pals'/><title type='text'>Reading my pen pal's letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S2T-yxs120I/AAAAAAAAAQo/oF8flTDUZUc/s1600-h/DSC04515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S2T-yxs120I/AAAAAAAAAQo/oF8flTDUZUc/s320/DSC04515.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432747198803991362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-4651404426960749906?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4651404426960749906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/01/reading-my-pen-pals-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/4651404426960749906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/4651404426960749906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/01/reading-my-pen-pals-letter.html' title='Reading my pen pal&apos;s letter'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S2T-yxs120I/AAAAAAAAAQo/oF8flTDUZUc/s72-c/DSC04515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-7058314331040867277</id><published>2010-01-30T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T13:51:23.567-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrate life'/><title type='text'>City Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S2SNWquswdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Dc9pnO0ahaM/s1600-h/DSC04443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S2SNWquswdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Dc9pnO0ahaM/s320/DSC04443.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432622471082459602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-7058314331040867277?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/7058314331040867277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/01/city-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/7058314331040867277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/7058314331040867277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/01/city-life.html' title='City Life'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S2SNWquswdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Dc9pnO0ahaM/s72-c/DSC04443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-2628640915436706575</id><published>2010-01-28T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T11:47:23.789-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pen pals'/><title type='text'>Snail Mail</title><content type='html'>There is something so magical about getting a hand written letter in the mail and this experience simply cannot be matched with email.  Email is cool but it only involves couple  of my senses and that is sight and touch  but when it comes to a handwritten letter, I can see, touch, hear, smell and even taste it if I am so inclined.  Reading an email is a kind of sterile endeavor because my computer in surrounded by papers and printers and it is in the middle of my kitchen which by the way , is the most uninteresting room in my cottage(more about that in the future).  But when I receive a letter in the mail from one of my pen pals, I immediately want to set the scene for a lush reading of the magic contained inside.  All of my victorian age films come to mind and I make a pot of tea, light the fireplace and curl up in a comfortable seat to enhance the total experience of following the adventures of all of my friends that have taken the time out to put pen to paper. I love the feel of the fancy stationary or the beauty captured on a card hand picked for me, I love the sound of turning pages, and the smell of wonder paper.   It is truly a wonder filled experience and it should never die as an art/creative form of expression.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-2628640915436706575?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/2628640915436706575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/01/snail-mail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/2628640915436706575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/2628640915436706575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/01/snail-mail.html' title='Snail Mail'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-1567182262429793203</id><published>2010-01-26T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:29:10.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out and about'/><title type='text'>Tutankhamun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S192gCoblEI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Jkv5qovLbt4/s1600-h/DSC04501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S192gCoblEI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Jkv5qovLbt4/s320/DSC04501.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431189968466449474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We finally made it to the Tutankhamun exhibit at the Deyoung Museum in San Francisco and it was fabulous!! The place was packed but at least we did not have to wait in any lines due to our membership which enabled us to enter in the VIP line which you know I loved.  That entrance is worth the price of the membership.  Once we were inside, it was butt to butt with people but I just walked to the front of every display and took long looks at everything.  I really felt a sense of entitlement after all, these are our ancestors.  Sometimes, if my children were around, I would start to kick some knowledge to them for all who were in listening distance.  I would say that most of the people in the exhibit did not have a clue and most of them walked around with those darn digital recorders to their ears hoping to gain some understanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-1567182262429793203?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/1567182262429793203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/01/tutankhamun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/1567182262429793203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/1567182262429793203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/01/tutankhamun.html' title='Tutankhamun'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S192gCoblEI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Jkv5qovLbt4/s72-c/DSC04501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-3986471339322956996</id><published>2010-01-23T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T03:05:21.677-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal alchemy'/><title type='text'>My Personal Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S1vbkEMpzoI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/xx9twbehKDU/s1600-h/DSC04420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S1vbkEMpzoI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/xx9twbehKDU/s320/DSC04420.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430175188373851778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S1sa_ZkYzTI/AAAAAAAAAQI/b253Lbp-Ldc/s1600-h/DSC04363.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S1sa_ZkYzTI/AAAAAAAAAQI/b253Lbp-Ldc/s320/DSC04363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429963452222852402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is 2am in the morning and I can not sleep so I guess this is as good a time as any to talk about my personal style of dress and the importance of staying true to myself and what makes me happy.  There have been times when I have censored or thought of censoring my dress in order not to call too much attention to myself but most of the time, I had a good talk with myself and aborted such a self sacrificing act, but on a few occasions, I doused my light, just a little because of some critical voice in my head.  For example, when we first moved to the suburbs, everyone was so plain and bland in their dress, and I stood out because, to date, I have had locs for twenty-seven years and for most of that time, my hair while utterly beautiful to me,  was seen as an abomination to others and, I stood out in a crowd.  So, in the suburbs, I would wear my jeans and on the weekends when I would always leave my bland environment, I would dress like a colorful butterfly emerging from its cocoon.  This actually went on for several years before I saw the damage to my being and put a stop to it.  Now, I know that hanging on to my personal sense of style is so important to my well being.  I am not interested in following the styles as determined by designers , when I am "doing me" full out, I feel strong, sassy, powerful, beautiful and fly!  My motto is "flyness is a must."  There are always those that will try to make you get back into line by giggling, asking dumb ass questions or just staring like idiots.  When this happens, my walk gets that much sassier and I stomp the runway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-3986471339322956996?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/3986471339322956996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-personal-style.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/3986471339322956996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/3986471339322956996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-personal-style.html' title='My Personal Style'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S1vbkEMpzoI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/xx9twbehKDU/s72-c/DSC04420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-4228954838638698430</id><published>2010-01-17T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T07:58:13.109-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth journeys'/><title type='text'>Harnessing Energy</title><content type='html'>We love to go on energy harnessing adventures.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S1OZy03lyzI/AAAAAAAAAQA/qEuYdN4m-oc/s1600-h/DSC04275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S1OZy03lyzI/AAAAAAAAAQA/qEuYdN4m-oc/s320/DSC04275.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427851074375895858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-4228954838638698430?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4228954838638698430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/01/harnessing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/4228954838638698430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/4228954838638698430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/01/harnessing.html' title='Harnessing Energy'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S1OZy03lyzI/AAAAAAAAAQA/qEuYdN4m-oc/s72-c/DSC04275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-7793539916461142003</id><published>2010-01-15T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T22:34:46.778-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal alchemy'/><title type='text'>Me Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S1FNT_MvtnI/AAAAAAAAAPw/gNnSFtP0SeM/s1600-h/DSC04367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S1FNT_MvtnI/AAAAAAAAAPw/gNnSFtP0SeM/s320/DSC04367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427204031735903858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is funny not so ha ha, when I tell some women my age, and  they immediately try to tuck me away into some neat little mama box, or the old lady box, the non-threatening and at least she is no competition box.  I have been walking in beauty for 59 years and ever year my bloom gets larger and I find more and more to be excited about in life.   It really is impossible for me to ever be old because it simply is not in my nature and if you spend any time around me, you will discover that about me.  My husband is the same, forever youthful and together we are having a ball celebrating and experiencing the magical life that we have created.  People will try to age you because it makes them feel better and more secure in who they are and where they think they stand but an individualist never concerns themselves with how others see them.  So, I am off to a grand start in this last year of my fifth decade on planet earth, and I am dancing my joy all the way into my sixth decade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-7793539916461142003?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/7793539916461142003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/01/me-old.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/7793539916461142003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/7793539916461142003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/01/me-old.html' title='Me Old'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S1FNT_MvtnI/AAAAAAAAAPw/gNnSFtP0SeM/s72-c/DSC04367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-2362995912188066392</id><published>2010-01-15T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T20:58:05.760-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth journeys'/><title type='text'>A walk in the woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-8844233227821923315</id><published>2010-01-13T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T09:30:35.443-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth journeys'/><title type='text'>I went to the woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S06sOZW6rtI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Oi0nNqYgP88/s1600-h/DSC04291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S06sOZW6rtI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Oi0nNqYgP88/s320/DSC04291.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426463964353179346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;table width="350" border="0" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life!&lt;br /&gt;To put to rout all that was not life...&lt;br /&gt;And not, when I came to die, discover&lt;br /&gt;that I had not lived...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;-- Henry David Thoreau&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-8844233227821923315?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8844233227821923315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-went-to-woods.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8844233227821923315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8844233227821923315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-went-to-woods.html' title='I went to the woods'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S06sOZW6rtI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Oi0nNqYgP88/s72-c/DSC04291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-5340538882170625689</id><published>2010-01-11T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:29:54.376-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creating magic'/><title type='text'>Black and White</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S0wUxwrDZTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/V8sZjEfsnXE/s1600-h/_4A_00021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S0wUxwrDZTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/V8sZjEfsnXE/s320/_4A_00021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425734496186230066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am loving black and white photography the way I love old black and white movies.  Some how, they have a lot more depth to them.  They invite me in, in a way that color does not.  For some reason I want to enter the scenes captured in what I feel is a magical black and white world and maybe that is because it is the world of my childhood.  When I was a kid, all of the magical films were in black and white.  I hate when hollywood colorizes a old black and white film because it always loses its lushness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-5340538882170625689?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/5340538882170625689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/01/black-and-white.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/5340538882170625689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/5340538882170625689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/01/black-and-white.html' title='Black and White'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S0wUxwrDZTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/V8sZjEfsnXE/s72-c/_4A_00021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-8342974604120500153</id><published>2010-01-08T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T20:37:06.288-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creating magic'/><title type='text'>The classics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S0fra-2MePI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/kVN29TSNMCE/s1600-h/DSC04359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S0fra-2MePI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/kVN29TSNMCE/s320/DSC04359.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424563124970486002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally got my manual typewriter and I love it.  In our rush to progress, we have thrown away some pretty cool stuff and typewriters and record players is just two of the classics that we never should have discarded.  Today I developed my first black and white 35mm film, 24 exposures and ended up with 7 fairly decent shots and two excellent shots in my opinion.  I really don't know what happened to all of the other exposures.  At one point, the back of my camera opened so, that probably destroyed all of the other pictures.  Some how all of these classic technologies make life more interesting, more magical because you are forced to be more engaged because, like my cannon FTb camera,  there is very little that is automatic about them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-8342974604120500153?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8342974604120500153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/01/classics.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8342974604120500153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8342974604120500153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/01/classics.html' title='The classics'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S0fra-2MePI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/kVN29TSNMCE/s72-c/DSC04359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-8485076087821066638</id><published>2010-01-08T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T14:02:12.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrate life'/><title type='text'>Beautiful granddaughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S0eqvBzPyEI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3pTKmmEzeDg/s1600-h/22A_00027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S0eqvBzPyEI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3pTKmmEzeDg/s320/22A_00027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424492001105004610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-8485076087821066638?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8485076087821066638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/01/beautiful-granddaughter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8485076087821066638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8485076087821066638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/01/beautiful-granddaughter.html' title='Beautiful granddaughter'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S0eqvBzPyEI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3pTKmmEzeDg/s72-c/22A_00027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-8169665198154680360</id><published>2010-01-08T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:56:23.807-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrate life'/><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S0epst2MnMI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Vyw3BoAR--I/s1600-h/23A_00026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S0epst2MnMI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Vyw3BoAR--I/s320/23A_00026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424490861877304514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-8169665198154680360?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8169665198154680360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/01/beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8169665198154680360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8169665198154680360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/01/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S0epst2MnMI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Vyw3BoAR--I/s72-c/23A_00026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-7872278295704936593</id><published>2010-01-06T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:02:55.238-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth journeys'/><title type='text'>My birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S0UGkKHAEgI/AAAAAAAAAO4/XcYukFVnGdk/s1600-h/DSC04287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S0UGkKHAEgI/AAAAAAAAAO4/XcYukFVnGdk/s320/DSC04287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423748544496407042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muir Woods, ah beautiful, this is the sight that greeted me on my birthday morning.  After writing my birthday blog, I became inspired to go out and do some of the things that I said I wanted to do in that blog.  This is the beauty of writing, very often after writing something I am compelled to go out and have an adventure.  While working on a book , that I have yet to finish, my characters insisted that I actually go to all of the places that I had them go to, and that was a very enlightening year because I visited what has since become some of my favorite places, towns and power spots to hang out in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-7872278295704936593?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/7872278295704936593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/7872278295704936593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/7872278295704936593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-birthday.html' title='My birthday!'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S0UGkKHAEgI/AAAAAAAAAO4/XcYukFVnGdk/s72-c/DSC04287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-8676495194524918156</id><published>2010-01-05T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T07:54:33.593-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family matters'/><title type='text'>Fun day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S0NgMZ3OeTI/AAAAAAAAAOw/fGpbRM5cTV8/s1600-h/DSC04313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S0NgMZ3OeTI/AAAAAAAAAOw/fGpbRM5cTV8/s320/DSC04313.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423284142501427506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S0NebD8q6bI/AAAAAAAAAOo/WKykfvd5pd8/s1600-h/DSC04301.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S0NebD8q6bI/AAAAAAAAAOo/WKykfvd5pd8/s320/DSC04301.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423282195293465010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My family and I had a wonderful time celebrating my birthday yesterday and I plan to continue the party all month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-8676495194524918156?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8676495194524918156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/01/fun-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8676495194524918156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8676495194524918156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/01/fun-day.html' title='Fun day'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/S0NgMZ3OeTI/AAAAAAAAAOw/fGpbRM5cTV8/s72-c/DSC04313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-6816017822559453086</id><published>2010-01-04T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T08:21:09.505-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth journeys'/><title type='text'>Today is my Birthday</title><content type='html'>Yes today is the day that I officially turn 59 years old, wow, I can hardly believe it! Yes, it has been a fantastic journey so far and I have come through in pretty good health.  I have managed to avoid the drugs that most people my age have been tricked into taking without questioning but, it is just a matter of time that my body will push back if I don't get my ass into a dance studio or/and get out and do some walking.  I will celebrate my life during the month of January and I will take time out to ponder, where I go from here.  I would love to live to be one hundred but in order to do that, I have to really guard my health and do the right things.  But, more importantly, I have to have a reason to want to live that long and that means I have to continue to create a magical life and continual growth is the way to do that.  So, I will strive to capture and keep  the title of renaissance woman by continuing to learn to play the guitar, learning spanish, reading, writing, I will paint this year, visit museums, journal in cafes, lay on rocky beaches, stand in redwood forests, take in live performances, visit teahouses,  sit in small intimate jazz clubs, visit all of my power spots,  visit art galleries, rent cottages in cool locations and always hold on to my joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-6816017822559453086?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/6816017822559453086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-is-my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/6816017822559453086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/6816017822559453086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-is-my-birthday.html' title='Today is my Birthday'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-2932110859211606549</id><published>2010-01-02T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:46:27.903-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writer&apos;s life'/><title type='text'>writing life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/Sz9juhMBDkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/sF-phzBQjwk/s1600-h/DSC04231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/Sz9juhMBDkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/sF-phzBQjwk/s320/DSC04231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422162127211269698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to my daughter, Frida is adorning my writing space in my art studio and that should inspire me but, I don't know if it is enough.  In 2009, I did not complete one painting, I added to one but did not complete it.  I spent a lot of time writing in '09 and that is a good thing but my goal is to earn and keep the title of renaissance woman and in order to do that, I have to do much, much more.  So over the next few days, I will explore what it is that I really want and can commit to this year.  As far as writing I love it and when I don't write, my brain gets so cluttered up that I really cannot function at my highest level, everything suffers.  I will write in my blog often but a lot of that depends on my daily journaling because my topics come from my daily writing practice.  I have to prime the pump through my morning pages and cafe journaling in order to find something to blog about.  So, it is all connected and has to be done together in order for it  to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-2932110859211606549?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/2932110859211606549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/01/writing-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/2932110859211606549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/2932110859211606549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2010/01/writing-life.html' title='writing life'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/Sz9juhMBDkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/sF-phzBQjwk/s72-c/DSC04231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-3336618764397021249</id><published>2009-12-28T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T08:14:39.335-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writer&apos;s life'/><title type='text'>Pen Pals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/SzjNe-hb7KI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Zsjbj9HEtR8/s1600-h/DSC04224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/SzjNe-hb7KI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Zsjbj9HEtR8/s320/DSC04224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420308083603401890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally have a pen pal and I am overjoyed because this is a childhood dream come true.  Ever since I was a little girl, I have tried to find someone to be my pen pal and I was never successful at it, they would write once or twice and then fade away.  So, I am very excited at the prospect of finally getting my wish.  Since I never got to do it, I don't know if I will be good at it but because I do love to tell stories, I am going to go for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-3336618764397021249?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/3336618764397021249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/12/pen-pals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/3336618764397021249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/3336618764397021249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/12/pen-pals.html' title='Pen Pals'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/SzjNe-hb7KI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Zsjbj9HEtR8/s72-c/DSC04224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-1200416847300359354</id><published>2009-12-25T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T14:25:37.031-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Santa baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" 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href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/12/santa-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/1200416847300359354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/1200416847300359354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/12/santa-baby.html' title='Santa baby'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-1369553936045512456</id><published>2009-12-23T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T07:14:38.244-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Baking day</title><content type='html'>Well it is the 23rd of December and , I will spend the day baking pies, cakes and my yummy brownies.  For years I spent my christmas day cooking and missed out on all of the festivities, I wasn't using my brain.  Now, I cook my christmas feast on the 24th so that I am free on christmas to kick back and watch all of the joy that I have created for my family.  Yesterday, I finally got my work title straight, when asked "what do you do," my answer will be aside from, paint, write, read, and play my guitar, I will add, I am an event planner, personal shopper, proprietor of Hummingbird Cottage and oh yes as Charlie reminded me, treasurer.  That is a mouth full but I do all of this and more.  I create magic and make dreams come true for myself and my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-1369553936045512456?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/1369553936045512456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/12/baking-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/1369553936045512456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/1369553936045512456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/12/baking-day.html' title='Baking day'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-2079342464294015095</id><published>2009-12-20T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T19:20:20.320-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cafe life'/><title type='text'>cafe society</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/Sy7gJoQgX3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7tB8Lp6193Q/s1600-h/DSC04189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/Sy7gJoQgX3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7tB8Lp6193Q/s320/DSC04189.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417513857803378546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/Sy7cYZhAWeI/AAAAAAAAAOI/SWd_2rUQg5c/s1600-h/DSC04194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/Sy7cYZhAWeI/AAAAAAAAAOI/SWd_2rUQg5c/s320/DSC04194.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417509713497577954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-2079342464294015095?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/2079342464294015095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/12/cafe-society.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/2079342464294015095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/2079342464294015095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/12/cafe-society.html' title='cafe society'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/Sy7gJoQgX3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7tB8Lp6193Q/s72-c/DSC04189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-51683176505081552</id><published>2009-12-14T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:49:24.314-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Reading fun</title><content type='html'>I am having so much fun reading all of Stephenie Meyer's books.  I read all of the Twilight series and now I am half way through with "The Host," her sci-fi book.  I really love her style because she creates her own world and doesn't feel the need to adhere to any of the rules that writers  before her have created. 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href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/12/drum-line.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/4557999851862070209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/4557999851862070209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/12/drum-line.html' title='Drum line'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' 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href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/12/rockin-robin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/817212565270114454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/817212565270114454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/12/rockin-robin.html' title='Rockin Robin'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-3086410175205330284</id><published>2009-12-10T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T16:19:54.621-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Question Authority'/><title type='text'>Obama and peace</title><content type='html'>I may have already said this but President Obama has reason to receive the nobel peace prize because he has not brought peace to the world.  Today he spoke about the virtues of war while picking up a prize for peace.  He knows damn well that we are not fighting these wars for any righteous reasons.  He knows that it is all about, gas, pipelines,poppies and world dominance.  They might as well have given it to Bush because he did what Obama is doing now, lying to the people about the agenda of the American government while causing the death of thousands of civilians and soldiers.  The prize for peace what a sad joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-3086410175205330284?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/3086410175205330284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/12/obama-and-peace.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/3086410175205330284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/3086410175205330284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/12/obama-and-peace.html' title='Obama and peace'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-829926338932678038</id><published>2009-12-08T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:55:41.773-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maverick'/><title type='text'>Precious is not my story</title><content type='html'>This week I got into an interesting discussion about the movie "Precious" which I have not seen and really have no intention of seeing it but, I did read the book several years ago as part of a bookclub,  which was titled "Push." Some of the folks  in the discussion felt as though the people that didn't like the movie or want to see the movie,  were coming from a place of fear, fear of being exposed to or exposure of the ugly secrets in our families and communities. For me, it is not a matter of fear, I just do not want to see this movie.  I am never uplifted by ugliness.  I do not like stories about rape and sexual abuse, it is not entertaining for me to watch these things.  I prefer to positive movies, sci fi, fantasies.  Don't get me wrong, I have seen movies with sexual violence in them but, given the choice and knowing the story ahead of time, I am making a decision to not see the movie Precious.  The book was very short so, they have added a lot of things to the film,  and there are just some images,  when given a heads up about certain scenes, that I would rather keep out of my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-829926338932678038?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/829926338932678038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/12/precious-is-not-my-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/829926338932678038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/829926338932678038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/12/precious-is-not-my-story.html' title='Precious is not my story'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-321714679903677996</id><published>2009-12-03T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:54:14.371-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family matters'/><title type='text'>I'm exhaling</title><content type='html'>Now I can exhale because the gathering of sisters is over and who knows when we will all come together again.  It was different,  and in the last fourteen years that we have not seen each other, we have changed so much physically and mentally. I really didn't talk that much, I mostly sat back and observed everyone. Fourteen years is a long time and frankly speaking there is a definite disconnect between us.  People see themselves in me but I really don't see it.  There are lots of similarities but still time has divided us and I feel as though I am in the company of strangers.  Will I work to change things up, I really don't know.  But as first meetings go, it was a good first step.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-321714679903677996?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/321714679903677996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-exhaling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/321714679903677996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/321714679903677996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-exhaling.html' title='I&apos;m exhaling'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-7791385091985280641</id><published>2009-12-01T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:56:32.265-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family matters'/><title type='text'>Daughter and children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/SxYBKKvLh1I/AAAAAAAAAOA/gr1-LaagFNs/s1600-h/sep-nov09+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/SxYBKKvLh1I/AAAAAAAAAOA/gr1-LaagFNs/s320/sep-nov09+044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410513276524791634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/SxYAh9xuGjI/AAAAAAAAAN4/T4Eh0hc9aHo/s1600-h/sep-nov09+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/SxYAh9xuGjI/AAAAAAAAAN4/T4Eh0hc9aHo/s320/sep-nov09+052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410512585851017778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-7791385091985280641?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/7791385091985280641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/12/daughter-and-children.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/7791385091985280641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/7791385091985280641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/12/daughter-and-children.html' title='Daughter and children'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/SxYBKKvLh1I/AAAAAAAAAOA/gr1-LaagFNs/s72-c/sep-nov09+044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-7849335476798964466</id><published>2009-12-01T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:50:44.189-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>What will tomorrow bring</title><content type='html'>For the first time in 14 years all of my sisters will be in the san francisco bay area and I'm not so sure that I am excited about the idea.  I kind of liked being a couple of thousand miles away from the drama but now the gangs all here. I have my detox bath, sage and crystals ready just in case it doesn't go well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-7849335476798964466?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/7849335476798964466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-will-tomorrow-bring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/7849335476798964466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/7849335476798964466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-will-tomorrow-bring.html' title='What will tomorrow bring'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-922482985723368571</id><published>2009-11-27T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T09:19:01.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boris and Ayana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/SxAJ6JnUPuI/AAAAAAAAANw/qImjKsmB5QY/s1600/DSC04089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/SxAJ6JnUPuI/AAAAAAAAANw/qImjKsmB5QY/s320/DSC04089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408834047089852130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-922482985723368571?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/922482985723368571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/11/boris-and-ayana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/922482985723368571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/922482985723368571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/11/boris-and-ayana.html' title='Boris and Ayana'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/SxAJ6JnUPuI/AAAAAAAAANw/qImjKsmB5QY/s72-c/DSC04089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-2018756570167068979</id><published>2009-11-27T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T09:16:27.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harmony Sweetwater</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/SxAJT3h8sjI/AAAAAAAAANo/C_7shEfmShA/s1600/DSC04099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/SxAJT3h8sjI/AAAAAAAAANo/C_7shEfmShA/s320/DSC04099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408833389400470066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-2018756570167068979?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/2018756570167068979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/11/harmony-sweetwater.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/2018756570167068979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/2018756570167068979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/11/harmony-sweetwater.html' title='Harmony Sweetwater'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/SxAJT3h8sjI/AAAAAAAAANo/C_7shEfmShA/s72-c/DSC04099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-435410967146018772</id><published>2009-11-27T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T09:13:19.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/SxAIcGvbDRI/AAAAAAAAANg/-3aqLQ9KERI/s1600/DSC04091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/SxAIcGvbDRI/AAAAAAAAANg/-3aqLQ9KERI/s320/DSC04091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408832431410842898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-435410967146018772?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/435410967146018772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/11/giving-thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/435410967146018772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/435410967146018772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/11/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving thanks'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/SxAIcGvbDRI/AAAAAAAAANg/-3aqLQ9KERI/s72-c/DSC04091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-540217282356494488</id><published>2009-11-21T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T23:54:38.382-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Question Authority'/><title type='text'>Healthcare Reform or Repression</title><content type='html'>Healthcare reform or repression, that is my question to the adoring crowds that are for this healthcare bill.  What is in the bill that makes them so happy?  Already, abortions are threatened by it but what other hidden agendas are cloaked inside of this bill?  I am always in favor of less government because they can not be trusted and I am always expecting the shit to hit the fan, and the idea of the government making it mandatory that everyone have insurance or else be fined is crazy.  One thing I know for sure is  that  having insurance does not guarantee you quality healthcare, and forcing everybody to buy insurance is not healthcare reform.  How about getting rid of the HMO's and going back to how it use to be when you could take your insurance and go to the doctor or hospital of your choice.  Or, how about getting some real healers into those , what are now death centers where all they seem to be able to do is cut and drug you,  and they don't even do that well because they kill thousands of patients each year through their negligence.  I just think that once you start giving the government this type of power, next they will be making certain treatments mandatory in order to keep your insurance so that you won't have to be fined or go to jail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-540217282356494488?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/540217282356494488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/11/healthcare-reform-or-repression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/540217282356494488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/540217282356494488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/11/healthcare-reform-or-repression.html' title='Healthcare Reform or Repression'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-4231997721636443012</id><published>2009-11-21T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T18:25:13.417-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hang time'/><title type='text'>chillaxing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/SwiNwq-lW2I/AAAAAAAAANY/9pJ5xYr47XI/s1600/DSC04081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/SwiNwq-lW2I/AAAAAAAAANY/9pJ5xYr47XI/s320/DSC04081.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406727219968301922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-4231997721636443012?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4231997721636443012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/11/chillaxing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/4231997721636443012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/4231997721636443012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/11/chillaxing.html' title='chillaxing'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/SwiNwq-lW2I/AAAAAAAAANY/9pJ5xYr47XI/s72-c/DSC04081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-8085158139518664618</id><published>2009-11-20T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T23:07:52.051-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='individualist'/><title type='text'>Runoko Rashidi</title><content type='html'>The so called scholar, Runoko Rashidi dropped me from his facebook page this week because I had the nerve to, one,  question his intention concerning a fire starting topics that he initiated, and two,because I informed him that as a Black woman in America, I am not damaged.  Well, me telling him that I was not damaged seemed to ignite anger in  him and another male fan on his page.  Rashidi kicked me off his page with the parting words of, "by your email it seems that you have it all together and I wish you nothing but the best."  Whoa so let me get this right, I am not allowed to have it all together without offending him?  He gets to make the statement that as African people, we are very damaged and, I am not allowed to question this statement without drawing his disapproval.  One of his fans told me that I was delusional and needed to do some self-assessment because any Black person living in a country that is under the yoke of white supremacy can not state that, they are not damaged.  I battled him through emails for a couple of days before he asked me to pardon any of his statements that I found offensive.  Look, the bottom line is that you can be as damaged as you choose to be, but do not attempt to put me in that damaged boat with you.  I believe that the doctrine and practice of white supremacy is out of my control so I will not allow other people's illnesses to drag my life down, I go around it, under, over or push my way through it and I keep right on stepping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-8085158139518664618?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8085158139518664618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/11/runoko-rashidi.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8085158139518664618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8085158139518664618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/11/runoko-rashidi.html' title='Runoko Rashidi'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-7434519210312799887</id><published>2009-11-14T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:45:07.404-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family matters'/><title type='text'>A precious bundle of Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/Sv8m3z6w8cI/AAAAAAAAANQ/vGnV92OHf84/s1600-h/DSC04025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/Sv8m3z6w8cI/AAAAAAAAANQ/vGnV92OHf84/s320/DSC04025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404080818139230658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-7434519210312799887?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/7434519210312799887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/11/precious-bundle-of-joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/7434519210312799887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/7434519210312799887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/11/precious-bundle-of-joy.html' title='A precious bundle of Joy'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/Sv8m3z6w8cI/AAAAAAAAANQ/vGnV92OHf84/s72-c/DSC04025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-8377935775804638197</id><published>2009-11-14T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T13:50:23.287-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary things'/><title type='text'>Healthcare Reform</title><content type='html'>I really hope that the senate will not pass the so called healthcare bill which is a bill that will take away more of our freedoms.  It is a round about way of making it difficult for women to get abortions and who knows what else is hidden in it.  Obama compared it to car insurance, which for the most part is you giving your money away for protection, but, I don't need the government trying to force me to do anything when it comes to my health.  So everyone in the U.S. would be forced under threat of fine, into purchasing health insurance.  The insurance companies win and will probably help fund his campaign for reelection. I try not to listen to Obama's speeches or interviews because frankly, they creep me out and are very reminiscent of listening to Bush.  Of course he is a brilliant speaker unlike Bush but like Bush, I hear a hidden agenda behind all of his words, so I turn it off.&lt;div&gt;I do not trust or want the government to run the so called healthcare system in this country because I fear what type of new world order hidden agenda is behind their drive to take over and manage our health.  Already, they are using propaganda to try and frighten us into taking the very dangerous swine flu shot and if the fear mongering fails, they have talked about the possibility of making it mandatory.  Obama is a constitutional lawyer but like Bush, he is stomping all over the document.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-8377935775804638197?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8377935775804638197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/11/healthcare-reform.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8377935775804638197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8377935775804638197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/11/healthcare-reform.html' title='Healthcare Reform'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-7563204181257881338</id><published>2009-11-05T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:22:38.271-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maverick'/><title type='text'>Voting</title><content type='html'>For me,  voting is a powerless  and meaningless act, and mind you, I am only talking about myself.  Luckily, you can do what you want to in this country, vote or do not vote, it is your choice.  I only voted once in my life  and I saw the flaw in the plan.  Most people do not have the same values as me , so voting for me would be a lose, lose situation and I do not waste my time when those types of odds are present. Recently in a heated discussion, I was informed that since I do not vote in this country, I don't  have a voice,  and that people like me always want to speak out when things are going wrong.  Well the way I see it is that, the people that vote and participant in this system have voted to give their voices to a representative who will decide what they should have.  I on the other hand, am free to say anything I want to about this system because I am not sanctioning it by voting to sustain it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-7563204181257881338?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/7563204181257881338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/11/voting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/7563204181257881338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/7563204181257881338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/11/voting.html' title='Voting'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-8199790977098678644</id><published>2009-11-04T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T07:12:43.624-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family matters'/><title type='text'>Garden fairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/SvGGPsSK5KI/AAAAAAAAANI/I3PjhDmZo6c/s1600-h/DSC04034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/SvGGPsSK5KI/AAAAAAAAANI/I3PjhDmZo6c/s320/DSC04034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400245032337466530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-8199790977098678644?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8199790977098678644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/11/garden-fairy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8199790977098678644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8199790977098678644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/11/garden-fairy.html' title='Garden fairy'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/SvGGPsSK5KI/AAAAAAAAANI/I3PjhDmZo6c/s72-c/DSC04034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-4381965515424329900</id><published>2009-11-02T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T05:42:25.516-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Berkeley, Calif.</title><content type='html'>There is nothing more annoying than, shopping for groceries at wholefoods or Berkeley bowl in Berkeley, California.  Berkeley seems to be the land of the pretentious jackass.  When I enter either of these two stores, I could swear that I am in zombieland.  These places are swarming with very dry skinned and a lot of gray haired people, which isn't a bad thing at all, the hair that is, but you rarely see gray in the rest of the state.  You are hard pressed to find anyone wearing bright colors since the color palette seems to be brown and beige, anything dark, wrinkled and unappealing.  The next thing to notice is that they avoid  eye contact, and they rarely use the phrases, excuse me, or , I am sorry as they wheel their carts in a freeway rush hour type of way down the aisles.  I have come close to slapping a few of them and, I find myself, talking to myself about the disturbing images before my eyes.  What the hell is wrong with these people, where are their smiles and normal human interactions?  Are they  just too hungry and emaciated to raise their heads and to try and make some kind of facial gesture other than the zombie like stares.  Sometimes I want to stop looking for them to respond to my smiles or my human facial gestures but then, I realize that this is how it starts ,  you slowly become one of the walking zombies,  dried up due to the  lack of moisturizer, wearing wrinkled browns and beige clothing made from natural fibers and losing your ability to speak while shopping.  So I continue to say excuse me, and I wear my bright colors, paint my toenails, moisturize everyday and I smile and show many other human emotions while shopping in Berkeley!  Don't let them get you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-4381965515424329900?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4381965515424329900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/11/berkeley.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/4381965515424329900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/4381965515424329900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/11/berkeley.html' title='Berkeley, Calif.'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-798241926665488474</id><published>2009-10-27T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:38:26.364-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in the slow lane'/><title type='text'>Storing energy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/Sufd_6oSjbI/AAAAAAAAANA/KBMKwxzy3rU/s1600-h/DSC03995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/Sufd_6oSjbI/AAAAAAAAANA/KBMKwxzy3rU/s320/DSC03995.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397526768566570418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am slowing down and storing my energy for the holidays.  A lot of Black folks choose not to celebrate any of the american holidays but I have always loved the magic in most of them and I do celebrate mother's and father's day, easter, in my own way, spring and fall equinox, summer and winter solstice, halloween, thanksgiving, christmas and I used to celebrate kwanzaa but not so much any more.  There are issues surrounding all of the holidays but, I have found my way to celebrate them so I will soon come up with a better way to celebrate kwanzaa that doesn't involve collective chanting and swearing allegiance to some  principles that I do not like.But for now, I am gearing up for thanksgiving, my son's birthday, my grandson's birthday, winter solstice and then christmas.  It's the most wonderful time of the year for me and my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-798241926665488474?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/798241926665488474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-do-i-need.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/798241926665488474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/798241926665488474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-do-i-need.html' title='Storing energy'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/Sufd_6oSjbI/AAAAAAAAANA/KBMKwxzy3rU/s72-c/DSC03995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-3127811320545380327</id><published>2009-10-21T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T17:31:01.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='individualist'/><title type='text'>Unconditional Love</title><content type='html'>Unconditional love is by definition, valueless! My daughter got married on Oct. 17th and many wished her luck and preached to her about the practice of unconditional love and how this should be her goal in order to have a successful marriage.  Well, this is crazy as far as I am concerned because in all my years, I have not been able to find any value in unconditional love.  What makes it so special, why do the masses embrace this concept and, how many people actually practice it? If you do not have any conditions then, you are free to love the first person that comes along be it rapist, preacher, healer, murderer, whatever, whomever, they are all the same.  So in that case, what is so valuable about this relationship?  Maybe they are saying that once you find that special someone , and you get into a serious relationship or marriage, you should drop all conditions and continue loving this person no matter what may come.  If I followed this logic, I would not be in my loving marriage of thirty-one years because I would still be married to, and loving unconditionally, the  abusive jackass who was my first husband.  The kind of love I practice is all about conditions, expectations and values.  As a matter of fact I am in the market for a new word to express my relationship and what I feel for my husband and children because the word love  is being used in all types of situations and for all things and as a result, for me,  it is losing a lot of the magical energy it once had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-3127811320545380327?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/3127811320545380327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/10/unconditional-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/3127811320545380327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/3127811320545380327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/10/unconditional-love.html' title='Unconditional Love'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-3678291664326661603</id><published>2009-10-17T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:56:15.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family matters'/><title type='text'>Married at Last</title><content type='html'>My beautiful and loving daughter finally got married today and I am overjoyed for she and her sweetie.  I love that she finally has the family that she always wanted and although, it didn't come in the packaging that I was expecting,  I welcome my son-in-law into the fold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-3678291664326661603?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/3678291664326661603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/10/married-at-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/3678291664326661603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/3678291664326661603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/10/married-at-last.html' title='Married at Last'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-5289307170617487862</id><published>2009-10-11T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:10:48.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Regroup'/><title type='text'>Bon Hiver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/StKbinHou-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/MmXJf2Z-GQo/s1600-h/DSC03961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/StKbinHou-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/MmXJf2Z-GQo/s320/DSC03961.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391542722834775010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bon hiver, meaning good winter, was the name of  one of my favorite episodes on the television show,  Northern Exposure.  It  was all about the anticipation and the excitement of waiting for winter to show up  and when it finally does at the end of the episode, people gather in the streets and begin calling out bon hiver to one another. Well ,  I am ready for winter to show up because I am so ready to hibernate with my books, hot chocolate, blankets, my two fireplaces, hot soup, stews and my honey. I have to say that this is the first time in my life that I have really put myself out in the public eye and as a result, I am feeling pretty drained and I can not wait to start filling myself up by doing lots of creative activities.  I want to paint and write all winter. So,  I am ready to plant my seeds and nourish them so that when spring springs forth, I will blossom in many directions at once.  Bon Hiver!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-5289307170617487862?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/5289307170617487862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/10/bon-hiver.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/5289307170617487862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/5289307170617487862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/10/bon-hiver.html' title='Bon Hiver'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/StKbinHou-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/MmXJf2Z-GQo/s72-c/DSC03961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-4180101342007034215</id><published>2009-10-10T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T17:34:56.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BB'/><title type='text'>Just being me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/StElTrYOrII/AAAAAAAAAMw/VIMUI1Dubhc/s1600-h/DSC03843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/StElTrYOrII/AAAAAAAAAMw/VIMUI1Dubhc/s320/DSC03843.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391131248931286146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imitated but never, never duplicated.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People will pick your bones if you let them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People will try to claim ownership of your authenticity!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-4180101342007034215?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4180101342007034215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-being-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/4180101342007034215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/4180101342007034215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-being-me.html' title='Just being me'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/StElTrYOrII/AAAAAAAAAMw/VIMUI1Dubhc/s72-c/DSC03843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-3699564216131217244</id><published>2009-10-08T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T17:36:54.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal alchemy'/><title type='text'>Individuality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/Ss7IuaATgEI/AAAAAAAAAMo/v8YvdPjN8nY/s1600-h/DSC03747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/Ss7IuaATgEI/AAAAAAAAAMo/v8YvdPjN8nY/s320/DSC03747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390466503589199938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will hold onto myself and I will not be consumed by others.  My flyness is not up for grabs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-3699564216131217244?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/3699564216131217244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/10/individuality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/3699564216131217244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/3699564216131217244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/10/individuality.html' title='Individuality'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/Ss7IuaATgEI/AAAAAAAAAMo/v8YvdPjN8nY/s72-c/DSC03747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-5980717772079977292</id><published>2009-09-29T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:11:52.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='numero diez'/><title type='text'>Spiritual/Spirituality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/SsKvHnWU-5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/-m-kxEYVye4/s1600-h/DSC03871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/SsKvHnWU-5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/-m-kxEYVye4/s320/DSC03871.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387060649645112210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am tired of the word "spiritual," because the masses are using it every chance they get.  The word spiritual , used to have a lot of magical energy attached to it but now, it really doesn't invoked any positive feelings for me, in fact, I cringe when I hear it.  Occasionally I still use it but I am working hard to find a new word that describes the magical world that I live in.  So many have flocked to this so called spiritual life path but most of them seem to be doing it for profit and I don't have anything against that as long as I get my money's worth.  Do not hang your shingle up if you just got into the so called  "spiritual life," last week or, two to three books ago.  I mean,  you can hang it out but do not expect me to show up.  There are many wonderful teachers on the planet right now that are trying to help with this great cosmic shift that is occurring and I love being in their presence but at the same time there are also  what I like to call, spiritual pimps, who  are rushing to the forefront trying to make money with their superficial understanding of the universal laws.  They use the word "spiritual/spirituality" in every sentence just to try and trick you into thinking they are the real deal and they have managed to taint the meaning of  this once beautiful word.  So, personally I am abandoning my use of the word spiritual/spirituality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-5980717772079977292?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/5980717772079977292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/09/spiritualspirituality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/5980717772079977292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/5980717772079977292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/09/spiritualspirituality.html' title='Spiritual/Spirituality'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/SsKvHnWU-5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/-m-kxEYVye4/s72-c/DSC03871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-1567819313932583679</id><published>2009-09-24T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T22:23:15.493-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='numero nueve'/><title type='text'>Feeling a little stuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/SrxQpL46yHI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/EnacXm-OgYo/s1600-h/DSC00981-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/SrxQpL46yHI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/EnacXm-OgYo/s320/DSC00981-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385267922924652658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am feeling a little stuck and I am anxious to move forward but I don't want to force it because,  just maybe things are moving the way they should and all I  need to do is,  take a deep breath, exhale and let the magic unfold.  I am creating my reality and this is the part where I just stop the fuss  and let it all simmer to perfection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-1567819313932583679?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/1567819313932583679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/09/feeling-little-stuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/1567819313932583679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/1567819313932583679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/09/feeling-little-stuck.html' title='Feeling a little stuck'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/SrxQpL46yHI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/EnacXm-OgYo/s72-c/DSC00981-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-5147159859426195688</id><published>2009-09-14T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:28:58.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrate life'/><title type='text'>Jazz, tea and We</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" 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title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/09/jazz-tea-and-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/5147159859426195688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/5147159859426195688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/09/jazz-tea-and-we.html' title='Jazz, tea and We'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-7046291071078737644</id><published>2009-09-14T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T07:36:49.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='individualist'/><title type='text'>Forced Role Models</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I hate the whole idea of role models because this title is usually forced on the individual that has achieved something  wonderful in their life and once the masses find out about it, they attempt to covet what is not theirs to claim.  The individual who has worked hard to reach their goal is then told that they owe their success to the group, their race, the collective, the mob and now, it is their responsibility to give back to the community.  Oprah loves to tell people who achieve greatness that it is their duty,  she says, "to whom much is given, much is expected." Her statement negates all of the work that the individual has done by stating that it was given to them, by who, and that she expects them to give back to the community, but why?  Did the community actually contribute in any real way to the achievement of this individual? Who is this community that she is speaking of? Many of the individuals that she makes this statement to have come from some of the worst neighborhoods in which  they were lucky to get out alive, and many of them went to sub standard schools, so what do they owe to these communities?  I think that if an individual wants to give money, help and time to a community, organization or individuals, that is their choice,  but the idea of a group demanding that a person that has achieved something outstanding  is in some way obligated to help them is sickening to me. How dare people try to force a person  to accept the title  "role model" and all of the responsibility that comes with this title, and to tell them that they do not have a choice, the group has chosen them.  This individual  can choose to be a mentor if they want to but the mob has no right to make any claims on his or her  life.  This individual that has achieved something that the group, the race, the collective admires and holds in high esteem  owes nothing to the community except  perhaps a thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-7046291071078737644?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/7046291071078737644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/09/forced-role-models.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/7046291071078737644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/7046291071078737644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/09/forced-role-models.html' title='Forced Role Models'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-8939057936245593611</id><published>2009-09-12T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:02:30.171-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='individualist'/><title type='text'>Pull your Pants Up</title><content type='html'>I am so tired of hearing the retarded call for people to pull their pants up and I know that I have said it before but,  stop trying to shame and apply mob pressure to get individuals to adhere to your standards and mores.  From now on, if any of my facebook friends call for this shit, I am dropping them from my list.  Come on people, one person pulling their pants up is not going to make all of the problems that exist in some African American communities, go away because they did not start because people chose to sag,  so, stop scapegoating individuals and holding them responsible for everything that is wrong in Black America.  I think the real problem stems from not being able to break away from the collective and take responsibility for your own life and judge for yourself what is right and wrong.  African Americans are a very diverse group so stop trying to squash us down and cram us into one collective mind that cannot make a move unless the group approves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-8939057936245593611?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8939057936245593611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/09/pull-your-pants-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8939057936245593611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/8939057936245593611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/09/pull-your-pants-up.html' title='Pull your Pants Up'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848114081021699159.post-1932582228245563945</id><published>2009-09-07T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:14:31.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature of the Universe'/><title type='text'>Metaphysics vs Science</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/SqUjmKiXbtI/AAAAAAAAAMI/i9NOWrMkC_Q/s1600-h/DSC03627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/SqUjmKiXbtI/AAAAAAAAAMI/i9NOWrMkC_Q/s320/DSC03627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378744468534423250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think it is time for the new agers, people that study and teach metaphysics to come up with their own language and stop using the language of western science to try and make  their understandings and teachings  of how the universe works,  sound more legitimate!  The so called new age teachings are much older than western science and indigenous cultures all over the planet had and still have  their own language , that preceded western science,  to explain the nature of the universe, so it can be done.  When metaphysics/the nature of the universe  is explained in the language of western science, they leave themselves wide open to ridicule.  Using terms like frequency, particles, waves and in many cases, even the way they explain energy is in direct contradiction to the laws and rules of western science.  In my opinion, the ancient teachings on the nature of the universe are way out in front of western science  because western thought is still climbing out of the dark ages so why hold them up as the ones that need to sanction your sacred teachings.  There are  already an ancient languages to explain the nature of the universe, look to the ancient Nile Valley civilizations,  the ancient Indus Valley civilizations , Tibet,  Peru, Native Americans, the Dogon, and many many more.  It is a language  rich in symbols and infused with magic and power which western science lacks.  Many shaman, priestesses, priests and others,  use western scientific terms while thumbing their noses at it.  Drop it and do your own thing, use your own language, your own cosmology to explain what you think is going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848114081021699159-1932582228245563945?l=talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/1932582228245563945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/09/metaphysics-vs-science.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/1932582228245563945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848114081021699159/posts/default/1932582228245563945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talibah-hummingbirdcafe.blogspot.com/2009/09/metaphysics-vs-science.html' title='Metaphysics vs Science'/><author><name>Talibah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173422430534398179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OT1P5dGJnk/Th8WyoVpGGI/AAAAAAAABD0/s9kkz5QDWwc/s220/IMG_1837.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUVxBL-GDDo/SqUjmKiXbtI/AAAAAAAAAMI/i9NOWrMkC_Q/s72-c/DSC03627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
