tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90186122011-07-15T23:53:32.702-07:00a photo a dayconstancenoreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018612.post-85001000374369612582011-07-15T23:53:00.001-07:002011-07-15T23:53:32.708-07:00Rain Sushi<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/15/5094.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/15/s_5094.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018612-8500100037436961258?l=soulcommunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>constancenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018612.post-534317339061896642008-01-01T21:02:00.000-08:002008-01-01T21:30:26.852-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d_RQCjNbqTs/R3sbNqbMalI/AAAAAAAAAAo/r9AbNOjPclM/s1600-h/Photo+113.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d_RQCjNbqTs/R3sbNqbMalI/AAAAAAAAAAo/r9AbNOjPclM/s400/Photo+113.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150740520368892498" /></a><br /><br />A few days ago my body woke from a nap. However, my mind had a little catching up to do. It did not recognize my surroundings, my couch, my TV, my fireplace, my carpet. It did not acknowledge my ego or personality or standing in this world. And as I walked around my living room, operating on pure soul... I thought, perhaps this is what death feels like... perhaps this is what it feels like to be born.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018612-53431733906189664?l=soulcommunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>constancenoreply@blogger.com