<?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-334363165888809930</id><updated>2011-10-26T22:20:44.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chickography</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blisschickography.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334363165888809930/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blisschickography.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christine Claire Reed</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pBx-iL8evdI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADEk/5rrRC1CWnOY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334363165888809930.post-1227103760998881070</id><published>2009-10-16T13:26:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T13:20:56.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ChickOgraphy: A Brief Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Upon awakening from a deep sleep, I made my way out&lt;br /&gt;of a dark and murky woods and at last emerged&lt;br /&gt;near a town, lit orange-pink and sitting at the edge&lt;br /&gt;of a wise and ancient lake.  Now  ensconced in a sturdy&lt;br /&gt;brick house, impenetrable to any dragon's breath,&lt;br /&gt;I sit writing, doing yoga, and petting animal friends.&lt;br /&gt;A life of geekery and glitter, a life of bliss is finally mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That small piece of writing has been my "About Me" since I started the Blisschick blog on &lt;a href="http://www.blisschick.net/2008/04/blissquest-beginning-with-joseph.html"&gt;April 15, 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blisschick blog started with a much different thesis than the one that guides my writing today. I don't think that this is unusual with any endeavor -- that we begin with one intent but find our way to our true intent, the one our heart desires but could not transmit directly to our brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That "About Me" served its purpose, giving my readers a hint as to my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life credentials&lt;/span&gt;.  A short metaphorical story telling you, "Hey! I don't come by this bliss easily.  I've had to earn it and I started out in a very different sort of place."  It was an opaque way of revealing some things that I didn't feel ready to reveal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the launching of this new and better and bigger and bolder Blisschick, I want there to be more transparency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zc0HvEKrOE/Sti0aiERxnI/AAAAAAAAB4E/V7foJX28zyk/s1600-h/pinkflowerbullet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 41px; height: 41px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zc0HvEKrOE/Sti0aiERxnI/AAAAAAAAB4E/V7foJX28zyk/s200/pinkflowerbullet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393258921690515058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am not "The Blisschick," not by a long shot.  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;write&lt;/span&gt; the Blisschick, and more often than not, I am PissedChick or ApatheticChick or LazyChick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zc0HvEKrOE/Sti0aiERxnI/AAAAAAAAB4E/V7foJX28zyk/s1600-h/pinkflowerbullet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 40px; height: 40px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zc0HvEKrOE/Sti0aiERxnI/AAAAAAAAB4E/V7foJX28zyk/s200/pinkflowerbullet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393258921690515058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I struggle every day to make choices that lighten my load and allow me to express my bliss.  Every. Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zc0HvEKrOE/Sti0aiERxnI/AAAAAAAAB4E/V7foJX28zyk/s1600-h/pinkflowerbullet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 42px; height: 42px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zc0HvEKrOE/Sti0aiERxnI/AAAAAAAAB4E/V7foJX28zyk/s200/pinkflowerbullet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393258921690515058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I see bliss not as a feeling state, but as Joseph Campbell saw it -- as concrete endeavors that I was born to participate in, ones which make me feel like the Me I Was Born to Be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zc0HvEKrOE/Sti0aiERxnI/AAAAAAAAB4E/V7foJX28zyk/s1600-h/pinkflowerbullet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 41px; height: 41px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zc0HvEKrOE/Sti0aiERxnI/AAAAAAAAB4E/V7foJX28zyk/s200/pinkflowerbullet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393258921690515058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those concrete Bliss Endeavors include writing and dancing -- a few steps behind loving my partner and our animal friends, &lt;a href="http://www.blisschick.net/2008/11/innerbliss-denial-of-desire-part-i.html"&gt;fur and sparkle suit&lt;/a&gt; both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zc0HvEKrOE/Sti0aiERxnI/AAAAAAAAB4E/V7foJX28zyk/s1600-h/pinkflowerbullet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 42px; height: 42px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zc0HvEKrOE/Sti0aiERxnI/AAAAAAAAB4E/V7foJX28zyk/s200/pinkflowerbullet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393258921690515058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I come from a background of fear, depression, and anxiety, but I believe that a &lt;a href="http://www.blisschick.net/2008/07/innerbliss-near-death-experience.html"&gt;Near Death Experience&lt;/a&gt; at the age of seven is what propelled me on a Journey toward Seeking My Soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zc0HvEKrOE/Sti0aiERxnI/AAAAAAAAB4E/V7foJX28zyk/s1600-h/pinkflowerbullet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 41px; height: 41px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zc0HvEKrOE/Sti0aiERxnI/AAAAAAAAB4E/V7foJX28zyk/s200/pinkflowerbullet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393258921690515058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am a serious student of World Religion and Mythology, with a lot of Psychology thrown in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zc0HvEKrOE/Sti0aiERxnI/AAAAAAAAB4E/V7foJX28zyk/s1600-h/pinkflowerbullet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 40px; height: 40px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zc0HvEKrOE/Sti0aiERxnI/AAAAAAAAB4E/V7foJX28zyk/s200/pinkflowerbullet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393258921690515058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am drawn to my roots: I am a Mystical Catholic Yogini.  That's as simple as it gets for this Chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zc0HvEKrOE/Sti0aiERxnI/AAAAAAAAB4E/V7foJX28zyk/s1600-h/pinkflowerbullet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 39px; height: 39px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zc0HvEKrOE/Sti0aiERxnI/AAAAAAAAB4E/V7foJX28zyk/s200/pinkflowerbullet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393258921690515058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Though I am a SeriousChick, I am also a SillyChick and a GlitterChick and a GeekChick and a SciFiChick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zc0HvEKrOE/Sti0aiERxnI/AAAAAAAAB4E/V7foJX28zyk/s1600-h/pinkflowerbullet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 39px; height: 39px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zc0HvEKrOE/Sti0aiERxnI/AAAAAAAAB4E/V7foJX28zyk/s200/pinkflowerbullet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393258921690515058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During my 40th year (2009), I rediscovered my Dancer self, and my life changed for the better more radically than I ever could have imagined. &lt;a href="http://blisschickdanceyoga.blogspot.com/"&gt;Go here&lt;/a&gt; for the full(sorta) story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, I believe that it is Hard Work that has saved my life.  There is no pill or Magical Thinking that can get you around the Reality of Hard Work.  So read, join in the discussion, ask questions, be curious, try things -- and I am not just talking about right here.  Approach your whole life in this manner and you will reap the rewards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3zc0HvEKrOE/S0TUc6TrSbI/AAAAAAAACHk/RUGyrORMRxw/s1600-h/bebravekeys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3zc0HvEKrOE/S0TUc6TrSbI/AAAAAAAACHk/RUGyrORMRxw/s400/bebravekeys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423693444414130610" 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/334363165888809930-1227103760998881070?l=blisschickography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blisschickography.blogspot.com/feeds/1227103760998881070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blisschickography.blogspot.com/2009/10/upon-awakening-from-deep-sleep-i-made.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334363165888809930/posts/default/1227103760998881070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/334363165888809930/posts/default/1227103760998881070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blisschickography.blogspot.com/2009/10/upon-awakening-from-deep-sleep-i-made.html' title='ChickOgraphy: A Brief Introduction'/><author><name>Christine Claire Reed</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pBx-iL8evdI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADEk/5rrRC1CWnOY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zc0HvEKrOE/Sti0aiERxnI/AAAAAAAAB4E/V7foJX28zyk/s72-c/pinkflowerbullet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
