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		<title>Love. 2012. Love. Life.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 14:01:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA['So what is it they have to say?' you want to know. They tell me that the clandestine nature of a relationship deprives me of my ability to live life with the full breadth of who I am. They say that I am incapable of being in love with one man while playing the field with others. They tell me they still see my vulnerability despite my protestations that I'm fine. But mainly they assert that I don't know how to do these things in half-measures. My friends know that I can't open my heart just a crack without leaking my love all over the pavement, but they also know that I want to believe in love above all things and that I would sacrifice my soul for the chance of just a taste of its sweet nectar.


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		<title>These boots are made for walking</title>
		<link>http://www.bhalababy.com/2011/11/27/these-boots-are-made-for-walking/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Nov 2011 19:37:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[So I survived Buddha's Bootcamp! The twelve days felt like over a month and, although I didn't leopard crawl under fences or scale the walls, I did find myself resolutely marching beyond the course boundary to my car a couple of times – day 2 and day 7 I think … although I'm not quite sure what I was planning on doing once I reached it. My key was locked away in an undisclosed location – together with my wallet, my pen, my iPod and my phone – and I've never hot-wired a car before.


Related posts:<ol><li><a href='http://www.bhalababy.com/2011/07/25/lets-get-there-by-dreaming/' rel='bookmark' title='Let’s get there by dreaming …'>Let’s get there by dreaming …</a></li>
<li><a href='http://www.bhalababy.com/2008/08/26/scratching/' rel='bookmark' title='SCRATCHING'>SCRATCHING</a></li>
<li><a href='http://www.bhalababy.com/2009/07/21/void/' rel='bookmark' title='Void'>Void</a></li>
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		<title>Shhhhh &#8230;</title>
		<link>http://www.bhalababy.com/2011/11/16/shhhhh/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Nov 2011 08:52:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[No music, no reading, no writing, no mind-altering substances of any kind, no sexual misconduct, practically no food and definitely - absolutely! - NO talking … which obviously means no mobile phones either which, in fact, get confiscated on arrival. The discipline for the duration of the course follows a strict routine of morning bell at 4am followed by mediation sessions and lessons throughout the day, ending with compulsory lights out at 9.30pm - no objection considering the list of banned activities.


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<li><a href='http://www.bhalababy.com/2009/07/02/reflections-in-the-dark/' rel='bookmark' title='Reflections in the Dark'>Reflections in the Dark</a></li>
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		<title>“At first I was afraid, I was petrified&#8230; ”</title>
		<link>http://www.bhalababy.com/2011/09/23/%e2%80%9cat-first-i-was-afraid-i-was-petrified-%e2%80%9d/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Sep 2011 20:50:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Perhaps it's because he has broken my heart and made me cry so many times in one year that the end of our final contact caused neither breakage nor spillage … not even the 'I love you' penetrated my new shell now that I know the love was never real and the depth of feeling non-existent. I turned off my projector and I was met with a blank screen.


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		<title>&#8220;Too much Love can Kill you&#8221;</title>
		<link>http://www.bhalababy.com/2011/09/05/too-much-love-can-kill-you/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Sep 2011 10:30:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[As a Woman Who Loves Too Much, I don't understand love that comes without a knot in my stomach, a low self-esteem and a need to try really hard to gain the love of something unattainable; attempting to control the outcome and blaming myself when things go bad or people leave. I am a Love Addict and just because the affliction contains a beautiful word doesn’t, unfortunately, make it any better than your common or garden variety substance addiction.


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		<title>The Seasons, they just go on changing</title>
		<link>http://www.bhalababy.com/2011/09/02/the-seasons-they-just-go-on-changing/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2011 11:50:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My hands feel good where they are – warm and deep in the compost. The sun has pressed its kiss to my cheek and my labour has made me strong. But there’s plenty of planting still to be done. Where the flowers grow, so too will there be weeds ... but both will know their purpose in their contrast to the other and all will be magnificent. And when the garden is grown and tended just right, I can just sit there a while and appreciate the beauty of my labour.


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		<title>Freedom, Fate and Fortune</title>
		<link>http://www.bhalababy.com/2011/08/31/freedom-fate-and-fortune/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2011 08:34:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The interesting part – and where I'm really going with this – is that, according to a little padded area, I have a sense that I will never get all I want from just one man. “You need several at one time?” an astonished friend proclaimed. Oh yeah! Apparently … and interesting considering I have recently been marketing the idea that every woman needs to find her own Holy Trinity – Three Men who jointly satisfy all her Needs, Dreams and Desires. I kinda had it figured out at the beginning of the year when I was embracing my freedom, satisfied that I had made no commitments to any one person and I was, therefore, free to play. I had found my pretty young thing who made me feel like a teenager … having a Sandra Dee holiday romance. I had an intellectual attraction to an awesome mind who also inspired in me a kind of spiritual awakening. And I had this magnificent big man who sent electric shocks through my body just by sending me an sms … and fifteen a day was something like electric shock therapy.


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		<title>Grief Lite</title>
		<link>http://www.bhalababy.com/2011/08/10/grief-lite/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Aug 2011 17:30:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[And, having come full circle, I repeat my process with the exact same coping mechanisms: again I write, I party, I run (and then some), I ring the bell and I sleep out at friends as often as possible in an attempt to wrap myself in the love I am perhaps recognizing finally as the more sustainable and worthwhile reflection of love there is. My coping mechanisms may have stayed the same but the grieving process is happening far quicker … no doubt because my lover is halfway across the world with his family and Absence does not, in my case, make the Heart Fonder … especially under the circumstances.


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		<title>Keeping the Love you Find</title>
		<link>http://www.bhalababy.com/2011/07/27/keeping-the-love-you-find/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Jul 2011 09:28:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was leant a book, Keeping the Love you Find, but it remains untouched … the title taunts me as I go through the grieving process of having just lost a great love; my One. It feels like dying. It tears excruciatingly at every fibre of my being, drains the colour from my face and [...]


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		<title>Bittersweet only tastes good on chocolate</title>
		<link>http://www.bhalababy.com/2011/07/08/bittersweet-only-tastes-good-on-chocolate/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Jul 2011 09:51:52 +0000</pubDate>
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