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Born to be Loved<\/h2>\n

A child\u2019s way into this world is ushered in by love. At the moment of \u200ebirth, from out of nowhere, the mother is flooded with a surge of love; \u200ejoy of its purest form binds mother and babe ever after.\u200e<\/p>\n

Captivated by rays of dancing sunlight on the walls, a child plays by \u200ehimself, lost for hours within his enchanted kingdom.\u200e<\/p>\n

Love is our birthright, is it not? By the same token, is not play our \u200edue? The game of love thereupon delivered. A natural birth indeed, \u200ehowever, in time we forget how to play.\u200e<\/p>\n

We are gifted with many inborn abilities for self-expression but at \u200etimes we are just unable to connect. A little investigation and deep \u200eprobing may be necessary to discover and embody our unique and \u200enatural talents.\u200e<\/p>\n

A blog is driven by passion but it is not always accessible. What\u2019s a girl \u200eto do?<\/em><\/strong>\u200e<\/p>\n

Foreplay<\/h2>\n

\"LOG\"<\/a><\/p>\n

I begin by treasure hunting. I search for jeweled pins to cleverly tie \u200etogether all the puzzle pieces: the topic, the anecdotes, the \u200enewsworthy, the facts and, of course, the play on words\u2026 Even if my \u200esubject is clear, I will never begin to write until I have discovered the \u200eloving path to play. I simply cannot begin to brew my blog without a \u200ehefty dose of love and a clear game plan.\u200e<\/p>\n

Good Morning!\u200e<\/p>\n

It is five a.m. Saturday morning and I am busy at the computer \u200ecomposing this week\u2019s new post. I\u2019ve been awake since about three \u200ea.m.! I pulled myself out of a dream to record some important pins: \u200ethoughts and ideas that I just could not afford to lose. On the one \u200ehand, in an effort to go back to sleep, I tried listening to a guided \u200emeditation but, on the other hand, I kept pausing to record yet \u200eanother \u201cmust remember this\u201d, more glue to properly seal the post\u2026 \u200eAt four a.m. I gave in and got up. I just could not shut off my mind\u2019s \u200echitter chatter. I had to get up and begin to write before all of my \u200ebeautiful jewels would be lost forever between the sheets. \u200e<\/p>\n

And now I find myself desperately trying to recover all of my notes. \u200eMy electronic notebooks have autocorrected all of my mistakes and \u200esuddenly I simply cannot understand what I see in front of me! I can\u2019t \u200eremember what it was that I wrote down.<\/p>\n

HELP! Is there anyone in the \u200ehouse who speaks \u201csmart\u201d?!<\/strong>\u200e<\/p>\n

I Need a Translator Pronto!\u200e<\/h2>\n

So as my beloved whispered to me last night: \u201cthe foreplay lasts a \u200eweek\u201d and I love every minute of it: the caresses, magical words, \u200eembraces, laughter and the journey of discovery the foreplay brings. \u200eWith no further ado, a blog is born.\u200e<\/p>\n

I am ever so grateful that my family still stands by me. Any words are \u200efair game to be snatched and electronically engraved and displayed \u200efor all to see. I can see hubby now as I write, warning me not to take \u200ewhat is not mine\u2026 He is still smiling so we must be good for now!\u200e<\/p>\n

Going Steady<\/h2>\n

Last night we dined at our favorite neighborhood Druze restaurant, \u200eEl\u2019Kheir (Carmel, Haifa), a jewel not to be missed. On the one hand, \u200ehubby and I simply don\u2019t go out enough, but, on the other hand, we \u200eare always going out\u2026\u200e<\/p>\n

\"hir\"<\/a><\/p>\n

When our children were still young, hubby and I began our Friday \u200emorning routine. Every Friday we would go out for breakfast and play: \u200ebiking, frolicking on the beach and even discovering the magic of \u200eballroom dancing. We reignited our passion and our relationship \u200eblossomed.\u200e<\/p>\n

\"dancing\"<\/a><\/p>\n

It is Saturday. These days Saturday is our day to mountain bike \u200etogether. Of late, we have been joining the Mercaz Shetach, Alon \u200eHaglail bikers.\u200e<\/p>\n

\"cars\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Saturday morning, just past seven a.m., and it is ever so busy. The \u200eparking lots are full and everyone has hit the trails.\u200e<\/p>\n

\"tzippori\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Last Saturday I was missed, or so they say. Between you and me, I \u200eknow that they were just missing the treats that I bring along, the \u200estuffed dates (nuts and sometimes even chocolate \u2013 yummy\u2026).\u200e<\/p>\n

MMM Magic<\/h2>\n

Last Saturday I spent at a Nia workshop. I had to pass on our Saturday \u200ebike ride.\u200e\u00a0About the time that we began ballroom dancing and mountain biking \u200ein earnest, Nia came into my life<\/p>\n

…What the heck is Nia?!\u200e<\/h3>\n

Please allow me to share some pearls straight out of the \u201cplayroom\u201d:\u200e<\/p>\n

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\u2666 It\u2019s energy, it\u2019s joy, it\u2019s fun \u2026 it\u2019s hot!\u200e<\/p>\n

\u2666 I am fifty and I never danced before. Suddenly I am dancing and I feel \u200eWONDERFUL!\u200e<\/p>\n

\u2666 I come in beat and leave \u2026 WOW!\u200e<\/p>\n

\u2666 It (Nia) allows me to be a butterfly, a salsero, a yogi \u2026 to be as I fancy!\u200e<\/p>\n

\u2666 In Nia there is something about the Joy of Movement, it is more than \u200ethe choreography or the technique. It is food for the soul.\u200e<\/p>\n

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Are you curious?<\/a> A picture is worth a thousand words\u2026 Please take a \u200elook here<\/a>\u2026\u200e<\/p>\n