<?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-2869449288550204267</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:55:08.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Up... &amp; Down... the Dirt Road</title><subtitle type='html'>MISSION STATEMENT: What&amp;#39;s up...&amp;amp; Down...the Dirt Road is written by Christine and Orien Laplante to keep you updated about events, happenings and porch time taking place where they reside.  This includes event postings, inner musings and occasional ramblings.  You can contact us by e-mail at travelthedirtroad@yahoo.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869449288550204267/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dirtroadroots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10210746328495235735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869449288550204267.post-2784502312395709495</id><published>2009-07-05T14:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T14:10:05.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drumming/Dancing/Fire/Music and more...new dates</title><content type='html'>It has been a bit since we have updated our site here. We have recently released the new dates for our monthly drummings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same as last season: If you have Traveled the Dirt Road, then you are welcome to come. If you have not, find someone who has and Travel with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drumming/Dancing/Singing... 6pm -10pm&lt;br /&gt;Acoustic/Storytelling/Spoken Word 10pm-Midnight&lt;br /&gt;After Midnight, grab a chair or a blanket and snuggle up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dates are 7/11, 8/28 and 9/11 (this one is part of our annual weekend intensive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869449288550204267-2784502312395709495?l=travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2784502312395709495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869449288550204267&amp;postID=2784502312395709495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869449288550204267/posts/default/2784502312395709495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869449288550204267/posts/default/2784502312395709495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com/2009/07/drummingdancingfiremusic-and-morenew.html' title='Drumming/Dancing/Fire/Music and more...new dates'/><author><name>dirtroadroots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10210746328495235735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869449288550204267.post-7493901283137533216</id><published>2008-08-10T09:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T09:17:31.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Look What you Did"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday was busily anticipated as my semester ended and we are getting ready to take a new adventure.  I was hesitant about group, not having done my homework and struggling to learn through my suffering.  Steven, as always, brought everything right back into perspective.  We have our penance for this month...turns out I was not the only one struggling.  Amazing...what happens when you connect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday's group was beautifully eye opening, invigorating, connected and calm.  We spoke of the Four Wise Men who rule their realms trying to convince you that they are the only King.  We spoke of personal truth.  We spoke of truth.  Facts are true, stories are true, feelings are true, ideas are true...but all four make the personal truth.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;We spoke of needing to know the "bad" in order to know the "good."  We spoke of the healing powers of destruction...no wait...that was later in the night as we got home and people began to gather around the fire.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I believe this is the third gathering of this round of drummings we decided to do.  The first two slowly making their way to culminate in last night.  Drumming started around 7pm, just as the Sun began to descend behind the trees...and CONTINUED with one small break for about 20 minutes until almost 11pm.  Yes, we needed to stop at 10, but the last round...there were only four drummers and three with shakers....was quiet, consistent, meditative.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;At one point in the evening, Roberta turned to me and said..."look what you did."   She was referring to the people on my lawn.  Yes...look what WE did.  A treat, there were some original Bookstore Drummers there last night.  I miss the Bookstore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; A man, who came quietly to the bookstore one night and proceeded to blow us away with his increasing confidence, wanders the nearby drum circles.  Last night, he came to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;At the break, I went over to him and said, "you just keep going."  And I smiled, I loved it!  He said, "There is always time to talk.  I don't get why people wouldn't drum when the opportunity to drum is now."  So we began again with a light beat until others began to wander back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;That is what I remember loving about drumming....DRUMMING!  And that we did until 11pm.  Roberta picked up the end of the circle with a bit of guitar and singing, and we all joined in.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;At some point, people naturally got up and helped me carry in the food and then we had great conversation until after midnight.  I spoke with a woman, there for the first time about Judaism, living in Israel, food and community.  She asked me if she could wash her dish in my sink....of course.  But her experiece in the US has taught her different.  It has made her hesitant to do what is normal to her when someone invites her to their home.  I said that people in the US didn't understand community, and she nodded.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Roberta and I connected in the kitchen.  Rebecca and I connected on the porch.  Justice and I connected as we danced around the fire and he fought every step of the way going to sleep (he never did).  Orien and I connected as our lips pressed together as I swirled around the fire.  There were so many real...connected....moments.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Our next drum circle is at the end of the month.  The end of the night brought discussion about tablas, harps, didjeridoos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; and meeting again in a few weeks.  We all said we were looking forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869449288550204267-7493901283137533216?l=travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7493901283137533216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869449288550204267&amp;postID=7493901283137533216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869449288550204267/posts/default/7493901283137533216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869449288550204267/posts/default/7493901283137533216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com/2008/08/look-what-you-did.html' title='&quot;Look What you Did&quot;'/><author><name>dirtroadroots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10210746328495235735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869449288550204267.post-2946671431564337931</id><published>2008-08-06T21:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:30:33.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Blessings</title><content type='html'>Weigh heavy...but it is a good, sturdy feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to the next drumming on August 9th at 6pm.  Hope to see you all there!  Please, bring a food or beverage source to share!  Bring some healing energy to pass on to those who need it.  During the 10-12 slot, we will put some energy out to those who need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;Christine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869449288550204267-2946671431564337931?l=travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2946671431564337931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869449288550204267&amp;postID=2946671431564337931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869449288550204267/posts/default/2946671431564337931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869449288550204267/posts/default/2946671431564337931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com/2008/08/many-blessings.html' title='Many Blessings'/><author><name>dirtroadroots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10210746328495235735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869449288550204267.post-1543622112618415828</id><published>2008-07-10T17:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T17:43:33.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and I wonder...-O</title><content type='html'>So I hand out cards to folks for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DRR&lt;/span&gt; and I wonder ? What did the music teacher at school think when I gave her one. Funny thing she said, "Oh you're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christine's&lt;/span&gt; husband, I thought you looked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;familiar&lt;/span&gt;". I love that. The stack I gave Phoenix when he said he would hand them out, where are they? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lynns&lt;/span&gt; went right into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;day timer&lt;/span&gt;. She has the best fullest book ever. I mean no shit she could probably ring up the Pope if she needed to. So, that card was well placed. I give out cards to cool folks I see along the way. I wonder if and what our future paths will bring us. So if you see me and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; given you a card remind me and I will be happy to give you one, a few if you think you will pass them on, and a handful if your going to be traveling to any local events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I want this to grow? I don't know. Its like when you see something at a thrift store and it calls to you. It comes home and then one day you need it. I will, we might, so lets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869449288550204267-1543622112618415828?l=travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1543622112618415828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869449288550204267&amp;postID=1543622112618415828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869449288550204267/posts/default/1543622112618415828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869449288550204267/posts/default/1543622112618415828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-i-wonder.html' title='and I wonder...-O'/><author><name>dirtroadroots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10210746328495235735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869449288550204267.post-1918860332617756355</id><published>2008-07-09T13:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T13:25:20.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So good for my soul! - Christine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_euKGI35530c/SHT0Qa8_UDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Xm5LD2A_y4k/s1600-h/forwardsoftbwfor+HB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_euKGI35530c/SHT0Qa8_UDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Xm5LD2A_y4k/s200/forwardsoftbwfor+HB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221066430979461170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that the drumming has been so good for my soul. I am inspired, motivated, creative at the moment and enjoying it. I am enjoying myself...so much so, I decided to do a self-portrait photo shoot last night in the hot confines of the cuddle room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inserted picture, one of the fruits of being with myself, and in a sense, getting to know myself even better. I have almost completed the sex education tool I am working on and...man, does that energy resonate from here on the property. From people around, moving energy...drumming it up!  I can't wait until August 9th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want more details about the photo shoot and the sex education tool (or you want to help with some questions) you will find it at &lt;a href="http://christinelaplante.blogspot.com/"&gt;Let's Talk...About Sex&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869449288550204267-1918860332617756355?l=travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1918860332617756355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869449288550204267&amp;postID=1918860332617756355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869449288550204267/posts/default/1918860332617756355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869449288550204267/posts/default/1918860332617756355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-good-for-my-soul-christine.html' title='So good for my soul! - Christine'/><author><name>dirtroadroots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10210746328495235735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euKGI35530c/SHT0Qa8_UDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Xm5LD2A_y4k/s72-c/forwardsoftbwfor+HB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869449288550204267.post-2410317394609253103</id><published>2008-07-08T00:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T00:39:28.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanted vs I got -O</title><content type='html'>I wanted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; blah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BLAHHHHH&lt;/span&gt; I forgot the no expectations rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I got was good friends that have been around for a long time. And when I turned to my brother Phoenix and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;interrupted&lt;/span&gt; his conversation on the porch to say, "I need to drum." We did without another word. That means the world to me. Some things go my way easily. Some I gotta hone and polish. I had A great time.  I would like to see the drumming take off on our property. If it does great, if it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; I'll find others to drum with elsewhere. One thing I got out of Saturdays drumming was when I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt; it my mind is free and my body is well occupied. I like playing with my wife, and my friends. Its like talking without all the chatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869449288550204267-2410317394609253103?l=travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2410317394609253103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869449288550204267&amp;postID=2410317394609253103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869449288550204267/posts/default/2410317394609253103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869449288550204267/posts/default/2410317394609253103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-wanted-vs-i-got-o.html' title='I wanted vs I got -O'/><author><name>dirtroadroots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10210746328495235735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869449288550204267.post-1921250312857828887</id><published>2008-07-07T14:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T14:24:15.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drum awake to music lived- Christine</title><content type='html'>Saturday was the first drumming on the property I attended. Orien's idea originally, I had to let him know that I couldn't be as committed as previous groups we had run, and that may mean I was not in attendance at some or most. He shared the same sentiments, knowing we could do it if at least one of us were here. We agreed we wanted to bring some of that energy back to the property more consistently than the occasional Sabbat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, before the second one neared, I made the decision to jump in with two feet to re-create a sacred space around our fire that not only included ritual, but had room for sacred drumming, dancing and music. There was a time when I coordinated musical events and I miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is slow to start, as all things grow. I remember the first few drummings at the bookstore where people wandered in, slowly, unsure. All age and skill levels ventured through the doors until the novices became the experts, not by our teaching, but by our coaxing to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no mistakes, is how we ran it, as long as you played from the heart. It didn't matter if you had played for years and knew every intricate rhythm that crossed the seas, or if you felt pulled to place your hand upon the skin for the first time. We all played together, without reserve. Six and a half years (it would have continued had the store not closed) proved we took a good approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday proved slightly frustrating to me, as I really needed to blow a few off, or have a lengthy steady stream of release. However, the joy of being around the fire, the inconsistent rounds of drumming as they were, FAR outweighed the frustration. Perhaps because at some point, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; just decided to keep on, even if no one else did...or more likely the company that we held was comfortable, needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orien joined me at the fire, drum in hand, and he and I got a few moments. It opened up a chasm that the light had long deserted between us...and music has happened each day, even if only a few notes at a time since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_euKGI35530c/SHJfJDAHHyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/G-c8qUkU4X4/s1600-h/web+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_euKGI35530c/SHJfJDAHHyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/G-c8qUkU4X4/s200/web+picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220339527105060642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869449288550204267-1921250312857828887?l=travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1921250312857828887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869449288550204267&amp;postID=1921250312857828887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869449288550204267/posts/default/1921250312857828887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869449288550204267/posts/default/1921250312857828887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com/2008/07/drum-awake-to-music-lived-christine.html' title='Drum awake to music lived- Christine'/><author><name>dirtroadroots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10210746328495235735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_euKGI35530c/SHJfJDAHHyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/G-c8qUkU4X4/s72-c/web+picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869449288550204267.post-5487080101475028798</id><published>2008-07-05T08:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T09:02:06.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRE TONIGHT - O</title><content type='html'>FIRE TONIGHT FIRE TONIGHT FIRE TONIGHT !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early felt like shit, worked it out, made coffee, now I'm stoked for a:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRE TONIGHT FIRE TONIGHT FIRE TONIGHT !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869449288550204267-5487080101475028798?l=travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5487080101475028798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869449288550204267&amp;postID=5487080101475028798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869449288550204267/posts/default/5487080101475028798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869449288550204267/posts/default/5487080101475028798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com/2008/07/fire-tonight-fire-tonight-fire-tonight.html' title='FIRE TONIGHT - O'/><author><name>dirtroadroots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10210746328495235735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869449288550204267.post-4216631820384014457</id><published>2008-07-05T07:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T07:57:11.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams and Preference - Christine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_euKGI35530c/SG9hkFK5FSI/AAAAAAAAABo/eGzcnfbEA20/s1600-h/smaller+for+HB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_euKGI35530c/SG9hkFK5FSI/AAAAAAAAABo/eGzcnfbEA20/s200/smaller+for+HB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219497765636740386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;My dream: &lt;/i&gt;We are packing our stuff, getting ready to leave and go home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A fire begins to ravish the house we were staying in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am packing my car, leaving the residence that was gracious enough to hold us, and it starts to burn in the kitchen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Needing to pack out, Orien and I run to get our gear out to his car.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My car is in a dangerous area, and we need to get it out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s way to close and will be engulfed if we don’t move quick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Orien Rose is not with us yet, but she shows up from somewhere.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We yell to her to get into the car as we would in a situation like this, and she does, but she is a little boy.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A co-worker comes out and tries to gossip with me as she gets in her car.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ignoring the impending danger, she keeps talking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I blow her off.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I hear Orien Rose in the car crying, I tell her we will be right back and Orien and I run.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our legs are moving so fast I can’t see them, and I know that I shouldn’t be able to breathe, but I can just fine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart wrenches as I leave my child crying in the car, not too far from where we are, but not the focus none the less as I try to retrieve my Prius before the flames reach out and lick them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hear the cadence of the cry, and it is disturbing and I am pulled towards it and out of my dream…&lt;i style=""&gt;awake.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1.5pt; padding: 0in 0in 1pt;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no crying in the house, only an upset Orien finding his way to the bathroom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He, the sleep-until-at-least-11am guy, was up at &lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="6"&gt;6:30am&lt;/st1:time&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, either he had not gone to sleep or he was in his head.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Turns out he was in his head.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You see, he is a body-first person and when he goes into his head like that, it is all over him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is permeable, thick around his being.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He no longer has control of his auric bubble as his head distracts him and it becomes very evident to me along the way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I awoke too because I am the once-I-am-up-I-can’t-go-back-to-sleep girl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yesterday, I made a wish that Orien would be up before me and make ME coffee as I woke.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Looks like that is (sort of) coming true today, and I remember how powerful wishes can be.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a mind-first person, and we balance each other well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I am in my body, the mind takes a nap. I am not as quick to answer, but stare rather like a fey.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For those used to the fluidity of my mind to find the answer, this can be annoying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For me, I rather enjoy it when it happens.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example: I got a new facial piercing a few weeks back, and I was punched into my body.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was nice to enjoy complete body connection (though I would love to be able to do it this completely &lt;i style=""&gt;without&lt;/i&gt; the punch), feeling the Earth as it swayed, my body’s dance with it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was even funnier to become conscious for a second at the meaning of the looks on Gordon and Orien’s faces.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were trying to decide which one was going to put down their bowl of chili to catch me should I fall.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Me, I just kept swaying and giggled.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869449288550204267-4216631820384014457?l=travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4216631820384014457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869449288550204267&amp;postID=4216631820384014457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869449288550204267/posts/default/4216631820384014457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869449288550204267/posts/default/4216631820384014457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com/2008/07/dreams-and-preference-christine.html' title='Dreams and Preference - Christine'/><author><name>dirtroadroots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10210746328495235735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euKGI35530c/SG9hkFK5FSI/AAAAAAAAABo/eGzcnfbEA20/s72-c/smaller+for+HB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869449288550204267.post-6977395824235530367</id><published>2008-07-04T23:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T00:23:25.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Live Here - O aka Orien aka Papa aka Darkson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_euKGI35530c/SG73NQwry_I/AAAAAAAAABg/JTElAniFVns/s1600-h/Orien+at+top+of+maypole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_euKGI35530c/SG73NQwry_I/AAAAAAAAABg/JTElAniFVns/s400/Orien+at+top+of+maypole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219380825378507762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this life's sake lets go with, my name is "O" (easy to spell &amp;amp; I'm allways around). Why are we doing this? Simple answer, Cause we do things here. Fun things, firey things, community based things, Musikal things (spelled to look like its old english so ya know its special).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely and I have wanted to work together writing for some time and we figured we would write what we know. We know how to make things happen up &amp;amp; down the dirt road. Many folks have traveled here some have been coming regular for years. A few ran away and fewer were asked to forget how they got here. Some very special folks have stayed and even laid down roots of there own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll see familiar faces around this summer's fires and I'm looking forward to seeing some new ones too if that serves the greater good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you need something, let me know I'll see what I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869449288550204267-6977395824235530367?l=travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6977395824235530367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869449288550204267&amp;postID=6977395824235530367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869449288550204267/posts/default/6977395824235530367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869449288550204267/posts/default/6977395824235530367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-live-here-o-aka-orien-aka-papa-aka.html' title='I Live Here - O aka Orien aka Papa aka Darkson'/><author><name>dirtroadroots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10210746328495235735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_euKGI35530c/SG73NQwry_I/AAAAAAAAABg/JTElAniFVns/s72-c/Orien+at+top+of+maypole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869449288550204267.post-2919045314981120869</id><published>2008-07-04T13:59:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T14:23:52.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening Thoughts - Christine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_euKGI35530c/SG5qsSSxvBI/AAAAAAAAABI/-w7hqL3OM9k/s1600-h/with+new+piercing+smaller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_euKGI35530c/SG5qsSSxvBI/AAAAAAAAABI/-w7hqL3OM9k/s200/with+new+piercing+smaller.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219226327226366994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orien and I have been through quite a bit this past year with &lt;a href="http://orienrose.blogspot.com/"&gt;Orien Rose's accident&lt;/a&gt;, the expansion of our students who are well on their own way, family dynamics changing (I am going to be an AUNT...twice, soon), the induction of the &lt;a href="http://www.theemergencesite.com/"&gt;Emergence&lt;/a&gt; Teacher's Group for both Orien &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;I. Needless to say, life has brought an abundance of healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Orien is cleaning up his side of the room while I get the cards ready for our next &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fire, Drum, Dance and Music Celebration&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow evening. He and I have discussed how to put this out there on the web, so here it is. Please feel free to forward it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it works for these events is, if you have previously traveled up (or down) the Dirt Road, you are welcome. If you would like to bring guests or invite them (you can pick up additional cards tomorrow), they come on your vouch. Once they have traveled with us, then they are welcome with a standing invite and can invite others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to see a new chapter in our life open up as this takes off. If all goes well, we will purchase a large tipi (one that can fit up to 40 people in it) to maintain the monthly event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is an arena for Orien and I to keep you informed of the events and happenings, but also for our own personal musings with each other. To make it easier, when we post we will use a picture of ourselves to denote who it is (from the start). I hope you enjoy the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;Christine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_euKGI35530c/SG5p8bVjLkI/AAAAAAAAABA/URVkoDFj9n0/s1600-h/with+new+piercing.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869449288550204267-2919045314981120869?l=travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2919045314981120869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869449288550204267&amp;postID=2919045314981120869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869449288550204267/posts/default/2919045314981120869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869449288550204267/posts/default/2919045314981120869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelthedirtroad.blogspot.com/2008/07/opening-thoughts-christine.html' title='Opening Thoughts - Christine'/><author><name>dirtroadroots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10210746328495235735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_euKGI35530c/SG5qsSSxvBI/AAAAAAAAABI/-w7hqL3OM9k/s72-c/with+new+piercing+smaller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
