<?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-4548560743880130911</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:27:06.531-08:00</updated><category term='Shamanism'/><category term='Walks'/><category term='Capitol Hill Knitters'/><category term='Symbols'/><category term='Crafts'/><category term='Angels'/><category term='Ferry'/><category term='Ice Cream'/><category term='Animals'/><category term='Capitol Hill'/><category term='Trees'/><category term='Spiders'/><category term='Camille'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Tarot'/><category term='Yarn'/><category term='Field Trip'/><category term='Sewing'/><category term='Welcome'/><category term='Iconography'/><category term='Mosaic'/><title type='text'>Life In The Treehouse</title><subtitle type='html'>There is another world, but it is in this one.  - W.B. Yeats</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548560743880130911/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AnnieTwoBraids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826929035560728614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/S7jfAMjiWSI/AAAAAAAAAxg/aB-LnR2zcj8/S220/Annie+TwoBraids+Photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548560743880130911.post-3236815592923619589</id><published>2009-05-26T16:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T13:50:24.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Storms Bring The Drama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/Shx6eRhDFqI/AAAAAAAAAlE/QOFUsH3jllQ/s1600-h/101_1769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/Shx6eRhDFqI/AAAAAAAAAlE/QOFUsH3jllQ/s320/101_1769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340277918671247010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This Spring season in Seattle has been slightly bizarre...  storms which seem to be more in line with the Fall season - filled with the drama of strong winds and torrential downpours.  A few weeks ago, Seattle had a 24 hour wind and rain storm pass through - complete with impressive thunder and lightning and miniature pellets of hail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/Shx6eifqgRI/AAAAAAAAAlM/e8j2DWQPbkY/s1600-h/101_1771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/Shx6eifqgRI/AAAAAAAAAlM/e8j2DWQPbkY/s320/101_1771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340277923228844306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My neighborhood was hit hard with the winds and rain, and at times it sounded like a train station outside of my front door.  The Big Leaf Maples were swaying and bending their thick trunks to a spectacular degree and dropping branches all around the ravine below my house.  I had to force myself to stay inside even though the view up into the canopy was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fascinating&lt;/span&gt; from below, it was dangerous out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/Shx6_ZU_vXI/AAAAAAAAAlU/B31KeUVqpto/s1600-h/101_1781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/Shx6_ZU_vXI/AAAAAAAAAlU/B31KeUVqpto/s320/101_1781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340278487703862642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That same night I was watching the local news at 11pm when I realized there was a live report going on a few blocks away!  The reporter was being held back by yellow police caution tape and exclaiming dramatically about the 100 year old Elm tree that was leaning at a precarious angle towards one of the most beautiful brick mansions on Capitol Hill (Full disclosure: I walk by this house just to walk by it, and dream of living here.).  The family who lived here was out of town and unreachable, and crews were trying to figure out how to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;proceed&lt;/span&gt; without input from the homeowner... but they had to act fast or it would surely mean an unpleasant demise to the front facade of the house!   I was on the edge of my seat and could see in the screen that the sidewalk curb was buckling upwards from the force of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;root ball&lt;/span&gt; pulling up and leaning into the house.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/Shx6_oX6CTI/AAAAAAAAAlc/MgkrlsGSI0Q/s1600-h/101_1783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/Shx6_oX6CTI/AAAAAAAAAlc/MgkrlsGSI0Q/s320/101_1783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340278491742603570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somehow, I managed to get to sleep later that night, but the next morning I was up bright and early to go explore the streets and look in on the Elm situation a few blocks away.  I walked as far as I could go and was standing behind the yellow caution tape when a man walked up next to me to check on the situation - "Ah, a fellow neighborhood busybody..." I thought to myself.  We talked about the tree and the house and then to my surprise, he divulged that he used to be the gardener at this house.  I was very happy to meet him and just about to launch into a dozen questions and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;exclamations&lt;/span&gt; when he waved in the direction of the house, ducked under the tape, and shook the hand of a tall handsome man wearing a fancy suit and lawyer rain jacket.  I stood around a few minutes, hoping the gardener would remember me and invite me over, then we would all become best friends forever and I could move into the carriage house and spend my seasons living the good life in the house behind my dream house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/Shx7AKWiHFI/AAAAAAAAAlk/hHwWAPFCLIQ/s1600-h/101_1786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/Shx7AKWiHFI/AAAAAAAAAlk/hHwWAPFCLIQ/s320/101_1786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340278500863646802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... but that didn't happen.  I walked around the block to look at the tree from a different angle.  These huge trees are a part of some of our oldest neighborhood landscapes in Seattle, and they are going the way of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dinosaur&lt;/span&gt;.  Elms can have a lifespan of up to 300 years, but Dutch Elm disease has shortened that span, and the ecology of the curbside location doesn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt; make for the most hospitable of conditions for this large majestic tree.  Our cities have conducted studies and research, they've put together guidelines and been working to see that our urban forest might work in concert with our infrastructure as much as possible.  I appreciate these efforts, but am sad to think that someday, these big old 90' Elms will be replaced by trees that top out at 35' - 40'.  Thank goodness for our public parks and forests - large trees will always have a place there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link to the &lt;a href="http://www.seattle.gov/transportation/smalltrees.htm"&gt;City of Seattle's street tree recommendation list&lt;/a&gt;.  My favorites from the list are the Paperbark Maple and the Eastern &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Redbud&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548560743880130911-3236815592923619589?l=mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3236815592923619589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548560743880130911&amp;postID=3236815592923619589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548560743880130911/posts/default/3236815592923619589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548560743880130911/posts/default/3236815592923619589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-spring-season-in-seattle-has-been.html' title='Spring Storms Bring The Drama!'/><author><name>AnnieTwoBraids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826929035560728614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/S7jfAMjiWSI/AAAAAAAAAxg/aB-LnR2zcj8/S220/Annie+TwoBraids+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/Shx6eRhDFqI/AAAAAAAAAlE/QOFUsH3jllQ/s72-c/101_1769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548560743880130911.post-6335755184215005271</id><published>2009-04-29T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T15:38:50.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Felix! (squish!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SfjNnT0Jg1I/AAAAAAAAAiY/qBS9OesMcx8/s1600-h/101_1565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SfjNnT0Jg1I/AAAAAAAAAiY/qBS9OesMcx8/s320/101_1565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330236234210575186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Smiling Felix Face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh my goodness!  My little nephew, Felix is so wonderful!  He's growing and smiling and drooling and teething and talking in his very own language.  He is also showing a preference for his left hand (like me and Mom!) and learning to fly (picture below).  I love this little guy so much and see so much hope and potential in his face - we all started out like this.  One thing I have learned is that parents do the best they possibly can with the gifts, talents, tools and understanding that they have.  Though I'm not his parent, I am totally committed to being a positive influence in his life.  There are other new children I feel this way about - like Theo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are never ending works in progress, life is a mystery.  The more I learn, the less I know, but it's a beautiful road and there are many friends and allies along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SfjNnI_QLII/AAAAAAAAAiQ/IYurDSPrzPQ/s1600-h/101_1570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SfjNnI_QLII/AAAAAAAAAiQ/IYurDSPrzPQ/s320/101_1570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330236231304359042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Felix learning to fly from his Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Desiderata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go placidly amid the noise &amp;amp; the haste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; remember what peace there may be in silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As far as possible, without surrender,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be on good terms with all persons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Speak your truth quietly and clearly;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and listen to others,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even to the dull and the ignorant;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they too have their story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avoid loud and aggressive persons;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they are vexatious to the spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you compare yourself with others,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you may become vain or bitter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for always there will be greater &amp;amp; lesser persons than yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep interested in your own career, however humble;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Exercise caution in your business affairs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for the world is full of trickery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;many persons strive for high ideals,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and everywhere life is full of heroism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be yourself.  Especially do not feign affection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neither be cynical about love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for in the face of all aridity &amp;amp; disenchantment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it is as perennial as the grass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take kindly the counsel of the years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gracefully surrendering the things of youth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but do not distress yourself with dark imaginings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beyond a wholesome discipline,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be gentle with yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are a child of the universe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no less than the trees and the stars;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you have a right to be here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And whether or not it is clear to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Therefore be at peace with God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever you conceive Him to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And whatever your labors and aspirations,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the noisy confusion of life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keep peace in your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Max Ehrmann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548560743880130911-6335755184215005271?l=mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6335755184215005271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548560743880130911&amp;postID=6335755184215005271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548560743880130911/posts/default/6335755184215005271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548560743880130911/posts/default/6335755184215005271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/felix-squish.html' title='Felix! (squish!)'/><author><name>AnnieTwoBraids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826929035560728614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/S7jfAMjiWSI/AAAAAAAAAxg/aB-LnR2zcj8/S220/Annie+TwoBraids+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SfjNnT0Jg1I/AAAAAAAAAiY/qBS9OesMcx8/s72-c/101_1565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548560743880130911.post-888094781804055019</id><published>2009-04-28T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:30:51.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Love &amp; Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SffWGKU9eJI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hxaW_d4uF_U/s1600-h/101_1703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SffWGKU9eJI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hxaW_d4uF_U/s320/101_1703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329964085356099730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bleeding Hearts awakening in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is no remedy for love but to love more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Henry David Thoreau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One word frees us from all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sophocles (496 - 406 BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone should carefully observe which way his heart draws him, and then choose that way with all his strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hasidic Saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anything you could ever want or be, you already have and are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- David Russell, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Heart Huckabee's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548560743880130911-888094781804055019?l=mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/888094781804055019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548560743880130911&amp;postID=888094781804055019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548560743880130911/posts/default/888094781804055019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548560743880130911/posts/default/888094781804055019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-love-life.html' title='On Love &amp; Life'/><author><name>AnnieTwoBraids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826929035560728614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/S7jfAMjiWSI/AAAAAAAAAxg/aB-LnR2zcj8/S220/Annie+TwoBraids+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SffWGKU9eJI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hxaW_d4uF_U/s72-c/101_1703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548560743880130911.post-8511274643892712949</id><published>2009-04-14T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T15:20:29.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends of Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm so, so, so happy Spring is finally here!  Don't get me wrong, I love all the seasons (so much that I have a very hard time deciding which one I like the most), but Winter in Seattle can be brutal once we get into March.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Seriously, when it's still snowing in April, I'm kinda over it.  And when the temperature soars to 60 or above?  Heaven!!!!  Winter is the time fore hibernating and dream work.  Spring is time to wake up and put action behind those dreams!  What have you been dreaming of over the winter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SeUILbesAsI/AAAAAAAAAM8/srdGrlIslXY/s1600-h/101_1590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SeUILbesAsI/AAAAAAAAAM8/srdGrlIslXY/s320/101_1590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324671126883533506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;About a month ago, to my great joy, my White Flowering Currant started blooming!  This is the first time I have seen it bloom in the 2 years that I've been nurturing it along.  When I bought it at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.arboretumfoundation.org/events_programs/FlorAbundancePlantSale2009.cfm"&gt;Washington Park Arboretum fundraising sale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, I had no idea if it was going to bloom pink or white.  Another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.arboretumfoundation.org/events_programs/FlorAbundancePlantSale2009.cfm"&gt;sale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; is coming up soon, I hope to get a pink one this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SeUIMccvTsI/AAAAAAAAANE/Xph0Pu_61cg/s1600-h/101_1594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SeUIMccvTsI/AAAAAAAAANE/Xph0Pu_61cg/s320/101_1594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324671144323665602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hummingbird, friend of mine.  I love to see you hover, and sip the nectar I put out for you.  Thank you for allowing me to see you when you hold still, and when you buzz though the air!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548560743880130911-8511274643892712949?l=mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8511274643892712949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548560743880130911&amp;postID=8511274643892712949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548560743880130911/posts/default/8511274643892712949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548560743880130911/posts/default/8511274643892712949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/friends-of-spring.html' title='Friends of Spring'/><author><name>AnnieTwoBraids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826929035560728614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/S7jfAMjiWSI/AAAAAAAAAxg/aB-LnR2zcj8/S220/Annie+TwoBraids+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SeUILbesAsI/AAAAAAAAAM8/srdGrlIslXY/s72-c/101_1590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548560743880130911.post-7895884754657232801</id><published>2009-03-31T17:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:32:43.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brunch with Theo &amp; the Ladies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SdKz0gPjkXI/AAAAAAAAAMs/X9wc8wzQcDQ/s1600-h/101_1609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SdKz0gPjkXI/AAAAAAAAAMs/X9wc8wzQcDQ/s320/101_1609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319511824467726706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maureen, Deirdre with Theo, Caroline, Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last Sunday, I got together with a few of my closest girlfriends for a looooong overdue brunch date to catch up, laugh and play together.  As we get older, it gets harder and harder to find time to spend together - but that also makes the moments sweeter!  There was a time when I used to spend almost every weekend with these girls - before husbands, babies and major careers.  Speaking of which, the first of "our" babies (actually Maureen's ;), Theo joined in on our brunch&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He's a complete joy, very handsome and his smile will knock your socks off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SdKz0d1CXzI/AAAAAAAAAMk/7aKuxsKwgnE/s1600-h/101_1604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SdKz0d1CXzI/AAAAAAAAAMk/7aKuxsKwgnE/s320/101_1604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319511823819628338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pouring the first round of Bloody Mary's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; got to test out my Bloody Mary Mix that I made and canned last September!  It was super yummy and the girls loved it - Yay, sucess!  However.  I noted that it was not spicy enough, so next time I will add more red pepper and horseradish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SdKz0HAB5CI/AAAAAAAAAMc/G2Pa13Vb3_4/s1600-h/101_1603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SdKz0HAB5CI/AAAAAAAAAMc/G2Pa13Vb3_4/s320/101_1603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319511817691718690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Homemade pickles to go with!  Carrots, Cauliflower, and Asparagus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, I will have to dig around and see where I put the recipe...  You'd probably like to make your own mix - Virgin Mary's are great too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548560743880130911-7895884754657232801?l=mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7895884754657232801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548560743880130911&amp;postID=7895884754657232801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548560743880130911/posts/default/7895884754657232801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548560743880130911/posts/default/7895884754657232801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/03/brunch-with-theo-ladies.html' title='Brunch with Theo &amp;amp; the Ladies.'/><author><name>AnnieTwoBraids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826929035560728614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/S7jfAMjiWSI/AAAAAAAAAxg/aB-LnR2zcj8/S220/Annie+TwoBraids+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SdKz0gPjkXI/AAAAAAAAAMs/X9wc8wzQcDQ/s72-c/101_1609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548560743880130911.post-2564731050659320388</id><published>2009-03-11T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:55:56.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Crafts at The Treehouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As part of my Winter Update, I thought I would share some of the crafts I've been working on these past few months...  You'll notice the continuing nature/shaman theme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/Sbhld9QfiEI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7aCUnPCzydY/s1600-h/101_1029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/Sbhld9QfiEI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7aCUnPCzydY/s320/101_1029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312107325817849922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomato, Basil and Sage harvest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is my summer harvest (and technically from early fall) - tomatoes galore (Romas and Cherries), Sage and Basil.  I ate and shared the ripe tomatoes, and was planning on pickling the green ones, but instead I just let them sit on the counter and they ripened over time.  I was able to enjoy these tart/sweet bursts of summer well into November, and they were lovely!  I dried the Sage and Basil by hanging them from strings above my stove which created a really cool "apothecary" effect, and every time I would go into my kitchen to cook or pour a glass of wine or wash the dishes, I would think to myself, "Annie's Apothecary!  What a nice ring, I am so capable and productive!"  The basil is totally gone and the sage is still around - I've been using it in cleansing rituals.  The best advice when it comes to drying herbs is to not bunch them too tight, otherwise they will mold.  Better to bundle several small bouquets than one large one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbhlwCgFPnI/AAAAAAAAALQ/twV9jv3V72Q/s1600-h/101_0896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbhlwCgFPnI/AAAAAAAAALQ/twV9jv3V72Q/s320/101_0896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312107636463058546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sauce Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbhleRFvFeI/AAAAAAAAALA/evecp_G0vzM/s1600-h/101_0909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbhleRFvFeI/AAAAAAAAALA/evecp_G0vzM/s320/101_0909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312107331141440994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sauce simmering with celery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbhlfNX7SJI/AAAAAAAAALI/wgICNgOTdvY/s1600-h/101_0903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbhlfNX7SJI/AAAAAAAAALI/wgICNgOTdvY/s320/101_0903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312107347323865234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone&lt;/span&gt; has to sample the wine before it goes in!  Might as well be me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbhleF_gO4I/AAAAAAAAAK4/w02DkhIikFg/s1600-h/101_0913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbhleF_gO4I/AAAAAAAAAK4/w02DkhIikFg/s320/101_0913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312107328162511746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mom and Felix watching the sauce simmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This was probably more late Fall than Winter, but my Mom and I made a big batch of our secret family Italian sauce and canned it.  We have been getting into canning and food preservation in a big way!  Some other things we canned were peaches.  And we pickled carrots, beets, asparagus and cauliflower.  I am looking forward to the end of next summer and will be planting pickling cucumbers, green beans, asparagus and beets to use for our next pickling adventure.  We also made some Bloody Mary Mix which I haven't even tried yet, but I'm sure all the ingredients are still percolating safe and sound in their air tight environment!  Later this month I have a brunch date with some wonderful girlfriends and will be bringing the mix to the table - I'll let ya know how it turned out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbhlxNBoJRI/AAAAAAAAALo/cvDMhDep26k/s1600-h/101_1108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbhlxNBoJRI/AAAAAAAAALo/cvDMhDep26k/s320/101_1108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312107656467981586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Christmas Wreath next to my front door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I made a wreath this year!  Pretty with a sprinkling of snow... which also kept me from being able to get out and bring home a Christmas tree.  In the 2 weeks leading up to Christmas this year, Seattle was inundated with almost 2 feet of snow which made the entire city and surrounding areas come to a complete standstill.  What was unusual about this snowstorm, was the length of time it stuck around and the amount that just kept coming!  It was pretty, but made the roads very dangerous with a layer of ice a few inches thick, so I chose to stay in and hunker down with my kitties Gonzo and Henry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbhlwjXczzI/AAAAAAAAALY/ONQB7EcA-NI/s1600-h/101_1364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbhlwjXczzI/AAAAAAAAALY/ONQB7EcA-NI/s320/101_1364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312107645285224242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My painting set-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On New Years Eve, I chose to stay home and connect with myself spiritually.  We call this, having a date with Spirit.  Several of my Circle mates had shared their own experiences with me of spending an evening in this way, and I was intrigued enough to try it myself.  New Years Eve can be hard for me sometimes, so this year it just seemed right to stay in and focus on myself.  My intuition was screaming at me to stay in, so I couldn't very well ignore it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbhVvAKaKBI/AAAAAAAAAKc/MbCyrSZnA2c/s1600-h/Owl+Painting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbhVvAKaKBI/AAAAAAAAAKc/MbCyrSZnA2c/s320/Owl+Painting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312090026469369874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My finished Owl painting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That evening, I enjoyed wine and a homemade pizza, listened to my favorite music and pulled out my watercolors.  I was painting small postcards with messages of militant positivity when, during a smoke break outside, I was blessed with the visitation of my old friend the Barred Owl.  Standing on my deck, looking out into the darkness, I was praying for guidance and blessings for the New Year when the Owl swooped down and circled the clearing in between the tall maple trees surrounding my home.  I was awestruck!  I hadn't seen him since November of 2007, and was so happy that I had decided to stay home to witness his return.  He visited me 2 more times that night and this painting is the result of total Owl inspiration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"The Owl is a symbol of the feminine, the moon, and the night... The Owl is the bird of magic and darkness, of prophecy and wisdom.  The yellow coloring of the eyes is very symbolic...The sun lives through the Owl at night.  One who works with Owl medicine will be able to see and hear what others try to hide.  Owl people have a unique ability to see into the darkness of others' souls and life.  This vision and hearing capabilities has metaphysical links to the gifts of clairvoyance and clairaudience as well... The Owl, like Hawks and other birds of prey, has a third eyelid... this symbolizes so much about new vision opening to you.  It often reflects that you were born very perceptive - with a vision of others that you may or may not have recognized or acknowledged.  Often those with Owl as a power totem have a unique ability for seeing into the eyes and souls of others.  Often these perceptions are discarded as wild imaginings or with such phrases as "Why in the world would I think that about this person?"  These kinds of imaginings, positive and negative, should be trusted."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Andrews, Ted   Animal Speak, Woodbury, MN: Llewellyn Publications, 1993&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbhVt-6OtpI/AAAAAAAAAKE/fKQoQ5BUIFs/s1600-h/Feather+Mini+Fan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbhVt-6OtpI/AAAAAAAAAKE/fKQoQ5BUIFs/s320/Feather+Mini+Fan1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312090008953206418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tiny little dove feather sage fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last summer, I spent many a day walking around my neighborhood, Volunteer Park, Seward Park, Discovery Park... always scanning the ground for feathers and the sky and trees for birds.  For awhile I was picking up every single feather I would find, but after a time started to become more selective.  If they'd been out in the elements too long and looked scraggly, I would leave them alone.  My wanderings gave me access to certain prime feather shedding grounds which I keep secret.  So now I have this big old cigar box filled with all kinds of feathers just waiting to serve a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbhVuaUuHYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/EknYu9t7TOw/s1600-h/Feather+Mini+Fan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbhVuaUuHYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/EknYu9t7TOw/s320/Feather+Mini+Fan2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312090016312073602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Fan at the altar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One day, I decided to make a fan out of some dove feathers that I had collected up at Volunteer Park.  I used my trusty hot glue gun to seal the feathers together in a perfect fan shape, then wrapped the quills with a scrap of velvet to make the end pretty and easy to hold onto.  I use it as a sage fan on myself and my apartment when I feel an energy cleansing is needed.  Sage is a purifying herb used to clear out negativity from inside or outside ourselves, and emits negative ions - just like a waterfall or rushing river.  When you burn sage and use the smoke to purify, you're actually neutralizing the positive ions that have collected around the space like dust particles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbhVumamgxI/AAAAAAAAAKU/NcXZqbDO0Ww/s1600-h/Mounted+Squirrel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbhVumamgxI/AAAAAAAAAKU/NcXZqbDO0Ww/s320/Mounted+Squirrel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312090019557966610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The mounted squirrel on Douglas Fir bark with lichen and mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Months ago, I went on a spending spree when I realized that I could find taxidermy at a good price on a certain auction web-site.  Don't get me wrong, it can take days to sift though expensive, beautifully crafted specimens, but I was able to find a few that, while nicely preserved, left something to be desired in the mounting department.  So I found this squirrel and fell in love with it, but it was mounted on a plain piece of construction wood.  I knew I could do something better with it and was just intrigued with the idea of working with taxidermy, and felt comforted by the fact that I wouldn't have to deal with all the blood and guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbhVveHJ1EI/AAAAAAAAAKk/rT0QZVkg-1k/s1600-h/Squirrel+at+the+Altar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbhVveHJ1EI/AAAAAAAAAKk/rT0QZVkg-1k/s320/Squirrel+at+the+Altar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312090034508780610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mounted squirrel at the altar space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On a trip to &lt;a href="http://www.leavenworth.org/modules/pages/index.php?pageid=1"&gt;Leavenworth&lt;/a&gt; in the &lt;a href="http://cascaderange.tripod.com/"&gt;Cascade mountain range&lt;/a&gt;, I went on a hike along some quiet logging roads and came across piles and piles of discarded pieces of Douglas Fir bark.  They had this beautiful chartreuse lichen clinging to them and I was drawn to them immediately with this project in mind.  I sifted through several pieces until I felt I'd found just the right one - the right size, the right amount of lichen, the right coloring of the bark...  And in January I decided to finally work on the project.  Before starting however, I'd gone on a walk in Volunteer park, and collected some pretty looking mushrooms just because I liked them, and wanted to meditate with them at home.  I set them on a table and left them there, where over the course of a few days they dried up really nicely, and I decided they would be a perfect addition to the mounting project!  So, you can see in the finished project, that the squirrel is clinging to this bark with lichens and little dried mushrooms.  I think it adds a little magic and makes me think of a fairy forest with happy little animals living in harmony with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/Sbhlwz8ufWI/AAAAAAAAALg/_Yy9_v38-EA/s1600-h/101_1393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/Sbhlwz8ufWI/AAAAAAAAALg/_Yy9_v38-EA/s320/101_1393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312107649736539490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pigeon wing prepared for preservation in cornmeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally, this last project was one that came to me unexpectedly and is very personal.  I was on a walk at the &lt;a href="http://depts.washington.edu/wpa/general.htm"&gt;Washington Park Arboretum&lt;/a&gt;, with my dear friend Joel, when we came across this bird wing just sitting there next to the path.  We both stopped and looked at it, musing over the mystery of a lone bird wing.  I told Joel that as part of my shamanic training, we are to treat the body parts of animals as medicine, and to be on the lookout for any we come across as a sign of personal medicine that we should be using for ourselves and our spiritual healing work.  He was very understanding and was nice enough to give me one of his special blue doggy bags to use in collecting it and bringing it home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put it in a container on top of a layer a couple inches thick of cornmeal which is used in the preservation process, then covered it with another thick layer.  Then over the next few nights, I slept with it next to my bed where the spirit of the bird, a pigeon, came to me and told me about it's death, it's specific medicine and how it wished to be used.   I prayed over it and asked for it to be healed of any trauma caused by me or any other humans or animals, and for it's spirit to be released.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  I am so grateful for the lessons I've learned, and the path that I have chosen to take, and that it might all help me to do good in the world.  I love it when art and spirit collide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548560743880130911-2564731050659320388?l=mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2564731050659320388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548560743880130911&amp;postID=2564731050659320388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548560743880130911/posts/default/2564731050659320388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548560743880130911/posts/default/2564731050659320388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/03/winter-crafts-at-treehouse.html' title='Winter Crafts at The Treehouse'/><author><name>AnnieTwoBraids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826929035560728614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/S7jfAMjiWSI/AAAAAAAAAxg/aB-LnR2zcj8/S220/Annie+TwoBraids+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/Sbhld9QfiEI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7aCUnPCzydY/s72-c/101_1029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548560743880130911.post-5112961115489098665</id><published>2009-03-06T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T16:00:03.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Winter: A Look Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbII29qzCrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/aL9JeGtsPAs/s1600-h/101_1061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbII29qzCrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/aL9JeGtsPAs/s320/101_1061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310316650983262898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Looking down at the wild, snowy winter wonderland...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbII29qzCrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/aL9JeGtsPAs/s1600-h/101_1061.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't believe I haven't written all winter long... The truth is, my Lakota Shamanism class has been kicking my ass.  I've always been curious about the mystical side of life; witches, fairies, dragons, unicorns, sprites, ghosts, flying carpets - everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbIJI7eO9GI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LFTzDDkTR78/s1600-h/101_1275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbIJI7eO9GI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LFTzDDkTR78/s320/101_1275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310316959631340642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Love, Gonzo navigating the frozen tundra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a little girl, I always looked closely at the hollows in trees, because I knew the fairies lived there.  Old growth  forests, mossy with age, invoked a sense of wonder and magic in the little girl that I was - and informed who I was to become, and the path I would eventually take.  Nature is the heart of everything to me, and shamanism has given me the tools to understand it all and communicate with all the little spirits out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbII4Cf85vI/AAAAAAAAAI8/OvavxixKEY8/s1600-h/101_1241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbII4Cf85vI/AAAAAAAAAI8/OvavxixKEY8/s320/101_1241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310316669459818226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A bird friend of the Treehouse, eating some breakfast in the snowy morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Over the course of this Winter, my dreams have become more meaningful, insights more powerful, spirits have become available and ready for assignments.  I've learned several methods of dream and handwriting analysis, been continuing to learn to interpret Tarot Cards, to do intuitive readings, to journey.  Journeying has been my absolute favorite and very easy for me.  Since I have a hard time explaining how Journeying works, I will refer to a quote by Hank &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wesselman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"In most cases, shamans enter non-ordinary reality &lt;b&gt;(NOR)&lt;/b&gt; by ingesting a  psychotrophic plant, or through the use of a steady drumbeat to alter brain function,  and to achieve a Shamanic State of Consciousness &lt;b&gt;(SSC)&lt;/b&gt;.  Other methods   of entering the SSC are through fasting, sleep deprivation, physical exhaustion,   hyperventilation, or temperature extremes, such as those experienced in a sweat  lodge.  Most shamanic practioners refer to three levels of NOR - the lower, middle,  and upper realms.  While a great deal of shamanic work occurs in the Upper and   Middle worlds, most soul retrieval and extraction work occurs in the Lower world.  It is in this realm that the shamanic practitioner is able to communicate with plants,  animals, spirit guides and the non-living" (Wesselman 7).&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;-  Wesselman, Hank, Ph.D. &lt;u&gt;The Journey to the Sacred Garden: A Guide to Traveling in the Spiritual Realms&lt;/u&gt;. Carlsbad, CA: Hay House, 2003&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbIJIv_uxSI/AAAAAAAAAJM/S37JjLqSWSI/s1600-h/101_1242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbIJIv_uxSI/AAAAAAAAAJM/S37JjLqSWSI/s320/101_1242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310316956550612258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The staircase to the Treehouse seems impassible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've learned to journey using the drum technique, and have the easiest time entering the lower realm where I've found access to my power animals and ally animals who have given me messages for myself and for others who've asked for information.  Journeying allows me, as a healer &amp;amp; shamanic practitioner, to bring messages to myself and clients that will only serve the highest good in accessing and achieving the dreams that we all have in life.  I'm eager to continue my education and learn how to perform more complicated ceremonies like house blessings, soul retrievals, and cord cuttings, but realize I have much work to do in self-healing before I'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbII3jSglaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/1DIxzi6W_3Q/s1600-h/101_1190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbII3jSglaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/1DIxzi6W_3Q/s320/101_1190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310316661081937314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ilumminated snow on the railing at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At the end of January, I participated in a Sweat Lodge initiation.  In Lakota language, it's called &lt;a href="http://www.pureinsideout.com/bathing-health-inipi-sweat-lodge.html"&gt;Inipi&lt;/a&gt; which translates to, "we are going to pray."  It's an ancient sacred ceremony that's probably as close to going into a church as you can get when it comes to Lakota Shamanism.  The lodge represents the womb of Mother Earth, and hot stones which are invoked with the spirits of our ancestors are passed in and placed at the center.  The Pourer, or leader of the ceremony, pours water over the stones to create a dense layer of steam and heat.  The creation of this extreme condition allows the participants bodies to expel toxins through the sweat, while praying for healing through singing rounds of s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;acred songs and sharing personal wishes for healing and protection of self, our leaders, family units, whole cultures, and Mother Earth.  When participants leave the Lodge, it is said that they become reborn.  I was nervous and excited to participate in such an ancient and sacred ceremony.  We were also fortunate enough to participate in the sacred &lt;a href="http://www.scratchinpost.net/barefootbob/chanunpa.html"&gt;White Buffalo Pipe Ceremony&lt;/a&gt; where participants blow their prayers out of their bodies and the smoke carries the prayers to the Creator.   Afterwards, we had a pot luck feast and were able to sit and share our experiences from inside the lodge - It was a long and exhausting night and didn't end until after midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbII3YcBNcI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PxpeccoFflw/s1600-h/101_1139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbII3YcBNcI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PxpeccoFflw/s320/101_1139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310316658169034178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Looking out my kitchen window...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since the Sweat Lodge ceremony, I've been blessed to make a &lt;a href="http://www.shamanelder.com/medicinebags.htm"&gt;Medicine Bag&lt;/a&gt;, which holds my personal medicine and represents my spiritual connection to the Great Mystery.  My teacher, &lt;a href="http://charsundust.com/char/about-char.php"&gt;Char Sundust&lt;/a&gt;, journeyed to investigate what materials would best serve me and my fellow classmates in the creation of our medicine bags.  The answer came to her in the spirit of Horse Medicine, which represents freedom, power, divination, and clairvoyance.  Char was able to procure a horse hide from which I and my classmates were led in ceremony to birth our Medicine Bags.  Each of us found the spot on the hide that "spoke" to us, and reverently cut out the pieces that we would use to construct our Bags.  &lt;a href="http://www.melissarosenberger.com/"&gt;Melissa Rosenberger&lt;/a&gt; (a TA of Char's, and a talented Shamanic Practitioner) led my group in the construction of our Bags.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While stitching them together using natural materials, each stitch became a prayer meant to benefit us in our own healing.  Before sealing them, we each placed sacred objects inside representing different things - power animals, allies, plant medicine and elemental medicine such as stones and crystals, representations of fire, air, earth, and water.  The Medicine Bag connects us to our spiritual selves and the objects inside are used for healing, guidance and protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbII33iPZSI/AAAAAAAAAI0/pHgnHnwfQF0/s1600-h/101_1214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbII33iPZSI/AAAAAAAAAI0/pHgnHnwfQF0/s320/101_1214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310316666516628770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Looking outside my front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am awed when I look back at this Winter.  I look forward to the Spring and witnessing all the plants being reborn, as I feel I have somehow been reborn.  Discovering my spiritual self hasn't been easy, but the benefits and lessons have been monumentally important and I'm anxious to see where this road will lead ultimately.  One thing you can count on, I will always be looking for those fairies in the hollows of mossy old growth trees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbIJJcld7tI/AAAAAAAAAJc/QYZAll5BQ7Q/s1600-h/101_1301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbIJJcld7tI/AAAAAAAAAJc/QYZAll5BQ7Q/s320/101_1301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310316968520052434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me, my Mom, Marie, &amp;amp; my Aunt Doreen during Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548560743880130911-5112961115489098665?l=mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5112961115489098665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548560743880130911&amp;postID=5112961115489098665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548560743880130911/posts/default/5112961115489098665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548560743880130911/posts/default/5112961115489098665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/03/end-of-winter-look-back.html' title='End of Winter: A Look Back'/><author><name>AnnieTwoBraids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826929035560728614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/S7jfAMjiWSI/AAAAAAAAAxg/aB-LnR2zcj8/S220/Annie+TwoBraids+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SbII29qzCrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/aL9JeGtsPAs/s72-c/101_1061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548560743880130911.post-6857002716526087043</id><published>2008-12-03T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T18:35:35.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winged Woodland Friends of The Treehouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/STc0u0lOVnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Gd8-cl_H2jk/s1600-h/Dove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/STc0u0lOVnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Gd8-cl_H2jk/s320/Dove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275743467481224818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since moving here in June of 2007, I've had many visitors, including lots of interesting birds.  These are a few of them....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dove - don't know what type.  A mating pair visited spring 2008 and hung out for awhile.  I found them interesting because they were much larger and more elegant than a typical city pigeon.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/STc02ZOK7tI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gjXjFPrDB6Y/s1600-h/Redtailedhawk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/STc02ZOK7tI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gjXjFPrDB6Y/s320/Redtailedhawk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275743597575728850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Red-Tailed Hawk:  Has been visiting me since early October 2008.  I've been very impressed with this one!  This hawk is so huge and majestic.  The first visit, I was raking leaves and not enjoying it very much b/c the gutters had just been cleaned and there was black sludge all over my deck.  I stopped to rest and looked up and there she was!  She was looking at me but it was obvious she was really there for my chickadee friends who were flocking to the feeder. Yesterday she snatched up a chickadee from right next to my deck!   "Oh well," I thought "it's the cycle of life."  I'll miss you little chickadee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/STc0n0LyfSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fo0pJOyCRTU/s1600-h/Chickadee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/STc0n0LyfSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fo0pJOyCRTU/s320/Chickadee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275743347115457826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Black-capped Chickadee:  These little guys visit daily and are so sweet!  I have a feeder that I fill with their favorite black sunflower seeds.  When I sit out on my deck to watch them, I feel like Cinderelly in the scene where all the birds and mice join forces to make her a gown - yes, my deck is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; idyllic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/STc0d31bJjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/iCCVjo27dVE/s1600-h/bluejay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/STc0d31bJjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/iCCVjo27dVE/s320/bluejay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275743176296703538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Steller's Jay:  These little buggers love to make trouble!  They dive-bomb my feeder and chase all the lovely chickadees away.  I can't really keep up with their feeding needs, but will occasionally line my deck railing with almonds, peanuts, or walnuts which they love.  They stuff them  down their throats and take a few at a time back to their nests or other secret hiding spots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/STc2d8UzTrI/AAAAAAAAAF8/mhgML_jX-bE/s1600-h/barred+owl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/STc2d8UzTrI/AAAAAAAAAF8/mhgML_jX-bE/s320/barred+owl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275745376525307570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Barred Owl:  I've only seen this guy once.  I think it was November 2007?  It was late, I had all my lights off and was getting ready to watch a scary movie when I saw something big flash by the window next to my tv.  Not being a scaredy-cat, I lept up and flew outside to find this wonderfully noble creature perching upon a limb above the holly tree that guards my house.  The Owl seemed to be as curious about me as I was of him - his head was bobbing around as I starred at him in disbelief!  Please remember, I am only a 20 minute walk away from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;downtown&lt;/span&gt; Seattle!  This was really the first indication to me that I was going to have many interesting visitors at my treehouse on the edge of the ravine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548560743880130911-6857002716526087043?l=mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6857002716526087043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548560743880130911&amp;postID=6857002716526087043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548560743880130911/posts/default/6857002716526087043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548560743880130911/posts/default/6857002716526087043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/12/woodland-friends-of-treehouse.html' title='Winged Woodland Friends of The Treehouse'/><author><name>AnnieTwoBraids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826929035560728614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/S7jfAMjiWSI/AAAAAAAAAxg/aB-LnR2zcj8/S220/Annie+TwoBraids+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/STc0u0lOVnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Gd8-cl_H2jk/s72-c/Dove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548560743880130911.post-2615309591332461276</id><published>2008-11-18T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:43:36.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tarot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camille'/><title type='text'>A Bag for Camille's Tarot Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SSNNMC_uMpI/AAAAAAAAAFM/mBWDrffimRM/s1600-h/CsTarotBag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SSNNMC_uMpI/AAAAAAAAAFM/mBWDrffimRM/s320/CsTarotBag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270140858311520914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My best friend,&lt;a href="http://privatenook.com/"&gt; Camille&lt;/a&gt;, had a birthday recently and I decided what she really needed was a bag to hold her Tarot Cards in.  So I set out to the local fabric and craft store, &lt;a href="http://www.joann.com/joann/"&gt;Joann&lt;/a&gt; in Ballard (where there is always a sale going on!).  I can spend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hours&lt;/span&gt; in this place touching pretty things and dreaming of my next projects!  There were so many fabrics to choose from, but I wanted to get just the right ones to make Camille's gift with.  There were several cool Halloween textiles on super-sale, but they were all to cartoony for sexy-witch Camille!  I had to find something deep and tactile, soulful and mysterious...  and then I saw it, the indigo velvet that haunts my dreams and that Camille needed in hers.  I scooped it up and set off to find the next fabric for her Tarot Spread Blanket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SSNKZiZ9uoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Sbi131eVPr0/s1600-h/CsTarotBlanket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SSNKZiZ9uoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Sbi131eVPr0/s320/CsTarotBlanket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270137791546505858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Since Camille has been digging on skulls lately, I went back near the Halloween fabrics where I had seen some, but again, they weren't cutting it.  This star fabric sparkled at me, and it matched the velvet perfectly!  I was so excited to get started on this project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not a big sewer, so I was a little intimidated, but figured I could always pick up a bottle of wine as backup.  It actually turned out to be very easy once I got going - it was mainly all about pinning and sewing the edges together.  I sewed a little pocket into the inside of the bag containing a crow feather and lavender for protection.  And as a finishing touch I added beads - spirals (which seem to be Camille's talisman as of late), and blue glass beads to match all the fabrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SSNKZ_6qCBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7SXqJcKMbgg/s1600-h/CsTarotSpread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SSNKZ_6qCBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7SXqJcKMbgg/s320/CsTarotSpread.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270137799468255250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Last Friday, Camille had a birthday party at &lt;a href="http://www.thecapitolclub.net/"&gt;The Capitol Club&lt;/a&gt;, an old hangout of ours and we had a wonderful drinky time!  I saw a bunch of old friends who I haven't seen in ages - including &lt;a href="http://jasonwaskey.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jason Waskey&lt;/a&gt; (go check out his paintings, stat!).  Thanks for being born Camille, I'm so happy to call you a friend.  Now, go embrace your inner Hierophant! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548560743880130911-2615309591332461276?l=mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2615309591332461276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548560743880130911&amp;postID=2615309591332461276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548560743880130911/posts/default/2615309591332461276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548560743880130911/posts/default/2615309591332461276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/bag-for-camilles-tarot-cards.html' title='A Bag for Camille&apos;s Tarot Cards'/><author><name>AnnieTwoBraids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826929035560728614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/S7jfAMjiWSI/AAAAAAAAAxg/aB-LnR2zcj8/S220/Annie+TwoBraids+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SSNNMC_uMpI/AAAAAAAAAFM/mBWDrffimRM/s72-c/CsTarotBag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548560743880130911.post-6265974104807639441</id><published>2008-10-23T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T16:20:02.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capitol Hill Knitters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ice Cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ferry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yarn'/><title type='text'>A Sunday Field Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SQDxMoB7doI/AAAAAAAAADM/UKLsAKK9jEo/s1600-h/Yarn%26Mora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SQDxMoB7doI/AAAAAAAAADM/UKLsAKK9jEo/s320/Yarn%26Mora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260469563974973058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A few Sundays ago, I went  on a field trip with my Knitting Group to  &lt;a href="http://www.churchmouseyarns.com/"&gt;Churchmouse Yarns &amp;amp; Teas&lt;/a&gt; and  a delectable Ice Creamery called &lt;a href="http://www.moraicecream.com/"&gt;Mora&lt;/a&gt;.  This knitting group of mine is wonderful - full of super-smart, crafty, and hilariously dirty minded women (and the occasional guy.).  It was a perfect sunny fall afternoon, we met up on the Ferry to &lt;a href="http://www.ci.bainbridge-isl.wa.us/"&gt;Bainbridge Island&lt;/a&gt; and walked up to the shopping district where we were greeted by a sign out side of &lt;a href="http://www.churchmouseyarns.com/"&gt;Churchmouse&lt;/a&gt; welcoming our group to the shop!  Isn't that sweet?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SQDxMb2Hx0I/AAAAAAAAADE/8sm3ClF5CKE/s1600-h/ChurchmouseWelcome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SQDxMb2Hx0I/AAAAAAAAADE/8sm3ClF5CKE/s320/ChurchmouseWelcome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260469560704223042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We filled the tiny shop to capacity and spread out like rabid little bunnies to scoop up yarny treasures that we could then knit up into something cozy and beautiful.  I settled on the Chunky Malabrigo, a kettle dyed pure merino wool in varying shades of blue and green.  My brother, Lucas later pointed out that these are the &lt;a href="http://www.seahawks.com/"&gt;Seahawks&lt;/a&gt; colors which &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did not&lt;/span&gt; thrill me.  I still like it though, and will make myself a scarf.  Yes, I am still at the scarf stage of my knitting adventure, but am constantly motivated by my Capitol Hill cohorts who have skillz you wouldn't believe - Yeah, that's right, I said it - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;skillz, &lt;/span&gt;with a z.  They are that good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SQDxM9qH4tI/AAAAAAAAADU/zSOO693nFUk/s1600-h/K%27sMora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SQDxM9qH4tI/AAAAAAAAADU/zSOO693nFUk/s320/K%27sMora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260469569780703954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So, then up at &lt;a href="http://www.moraicecream.com/"&gt;Mora&lt;/a&gt; I got a scoop that I was allowed to split in half between 2 flavors.  I got a half scoop each of Mojito sorbet (Pure summer - lime, mint, perfectly icey!), and mint with shaved chocolate (minty, creamy, melty!).  These 2 went really good together because they both had really fresh and sparkly undertones.&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SQDxNDzPSFI/AAAAAAAAADc/jgg7Js6RkjI/s1600-h/Matthew%26Dom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SQDxNDzPSFI/AAAAAAAAADc/jgg7Js6RkjI/s320/Matthew%26Dom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260469571429550162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;After the field trip, I drove over to my Mom and Dad's house for a special Sunday dinner to celebrate the closing of a house we sold. My brother Matthew remodeled it and I designed the landscaping.  It sold back in August, but we were waiting for my sister-in-law Erica to give birth so she could join in the champagne imbibing!  This was my first experience with Dom Perignon, and I gotta say it was delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548560743880130911-6265974104807639441?l=mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6265974104807639441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548560743880130911&amp;postID=6265974104807639441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548560743880130911/posts/default/6265974104807639441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548560743880130911/posts/default/6265974104807639441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunday-field-trip.html' title='A Sunday Field Trip'/><author><name>AnnieTwoBraids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826929035560728614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/S7jfAMjiWSI/AAAAAAAAAxg/aB-LnR2zcj8/S220/Annie+TwoBraids+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SQDxMoB7doI/AAAAAAAAADM/UKLsAKK9jEo/s72-c/Yarn%26Mora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548560743880130911.post-5720689526986891156</id><published>2008-10-17T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:51:58.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mosaic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tarot'/><title type='text'>Mosaic Tarot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SPg9C8QMgXI/AAAAAAAAACM/i9DI3b0Q84M/s1600-h/MyMosaic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SPg9C8QMgXI/AAAAAAAAACM/i9DI3b0Q84M/s400/MyMosaic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258019685698142578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mcobbit/216897779/"&gt;Mother Annie&lt;/a&gt;, 2. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kohara/100008627/"&gt;Tomatoes&lt;/a&gt;, 3. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/focusman5/419396260/"&gt;Untitled&lt;/a&gt;, 4. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jup3nep/2214593539/"&gt;Tibet&lt;/a&gt;, 5. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28524645@N07/2661019779/"&gt;Javier Bardem in Jamon, Jamon&lt;/a&gt;, 6. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/martianmermaid/2199358338/"&gt;Day 262/365&lt;/a&gt;, 7. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bigfrank/102484792/"&gt;Three Sisters&lt;/a&gt;, 8. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aveenismail/584739376/"&gt;The Shape Of My Heart&lt;/a&gt;, 9. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/realbelgianwaffles/2502809530/"&gt;Okunoin Graveyard&lt;/a&gt;, 10. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/markop/499279340/"&gt;Eyes of the hunter&lt;/a&gt;, 11. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/seelenheil/530382766/"&gt;DolorosaComfortedByAngelsLove&lt;/a&gt;, 12. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/18626930@N00/2483538790/"&gt;The view I awoke to...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooo, this was fun!  Like doing a Tarot spread - what is the deeper meaning of these images, and what's up with those spiders? I will be pleasantly haunted by that image of Javier Bardem...  Now, go try it, have fun, and let me know how it goes for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Concept:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;a. type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;b. using only the first page, pick an image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;c. copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s mosaic maker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The Questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1. What is your first name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2. What is your favorite food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;3. What high school did you go to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;4. What is your favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;5. Who is your celebrity crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;6. Favorite drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;7. Dream vacation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;8. Favorite dessert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;9. What you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;10. What do you love most in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;11. One Word to describe you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;12. Your flickr name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://goodkarmago.blogspot.com/"&gt;GoodKarma&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548560743880130911-5720689526986891156?l=mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5720689526986891156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548560743880130911&amp;postID=5720689526986891156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548560743880130911/posts/default/5720689526986891156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548560743880130911/posts/default/5720689526986891156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/1.html' title='Mosaic Tarot'/><author><name>AnnieTwoBraids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826929035560728614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/S7jfAMjiWSI/AAAAAAAAAxg/aB-LnR2zcj8/S220/Annie+TwoBraids+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SPg9C8QMgXI/AAAAAAAAACM/i9DI3b0Q84M/s72-c/MyMosaic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548560743880130911.post-6058881369268786590</id><published>2008-10-15T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:47:38.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iconography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Symbols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shamanism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Symbology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SPaBBPToBGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/v1cZR86MuaI/s1600-h/MySymbols.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SPaBBPToBGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/v1cZR86MuaI/s400/MySymbols.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257531473290331234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm taking a class called Spiritual Intuitive Development through Shamanism.  Basicly, it's teaching how to get in touch with your own intuitive powers - you know, that funny feeling you get when something is not right?  Or maybe you get a feeling when something is going right too.  Even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week our homework assignment was to notice the symbols in our homes and draw them.  These are mine.  Or, at least the ones that stood out to me.  Even though I've never followed any religion, I am totally attracted to religious iconography - I love crosses and Guadalupe and pictures of Jesus - on the cross and bloody, and as a baby with Mary.  I also noticed I have a lot of angel symbology in my home, but I don't consider myself and "angel person".  I have lots of feathers and pictures and figurines of all kinds of animals.  So what does this tell me about myself?  Who the fuck knows.  I'll tell you when I figure it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(97, 90, 165);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548560743880130911-6058881369268786590?l=mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6058881369268786590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548560743880130911&amp;postID=6058881369268786590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548560743880130911/posts/default/6058881369268786590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548560743880130911/posts/default/6058881369268786590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/symbology.html' title='Symbology'/><author><name>AnnieTwoBraids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826929035560728614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/S7jfAMjiWSI/AAAAAAAAAxg/aB-LnR2zcj8/S220/Annie+TwoBraids+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SPaBBPToBGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/v1cZR86MuaI/s72-c/MySymbols.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548560743880130911.post-2090847874498116299</id><published>2008-10-14T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:11:23.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capitol Hill'/><title type='text'>Bees in Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SPWMSi46x5I/AAAAAAAAABs/eejzx37ZL6Y/s1600-h/BeesInKatsura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SPWMSi46x5I/AAAAAAAAABs/eejzx37ZL6Y/s320/BeesInKatsura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257262390255994770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Check it out!  A humongous bee's nest in a &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Katsura_tree"&gt;Katsura Tree&lt;/a&gt;!  It was bigger than a basketball and the bees were still active.   I was walking home, admiring people's houses when I spotted this big-boy dangling from the tree right next to street parking.  The whole area smelled like cotton candy thanks to the &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Katsura_tree"&gt;Katsura Tree&lt;/a&gt; - when the leaves change in the fall, it emits a very sweet cotton candy scent that lasts until all the leaves have fallen.  I love this tree - it's one of my favorites!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548560743880130911-2090847874498116299?l=mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2090847874498116299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548560743880130911&amp;postID=2090847874498116299' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548560743880130911/posts/default/2090847874498116299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548560743880130911/posts/default/2090847874498116299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/bees-in-trees.html' title='Bees in Trees'/><author><name>AnnieTwoBraids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826929035560728614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/S7jfAMjiWSI/AAAAAAAAAxg/aB-LnR2zcj8/S220/Annie+TwoBraids+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SPWMSi46x5I/AAAAAAAAABs/eejzx37ZL6Y/s72-c/BeesInKatsura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548560743880130911.post-726885987395868055</id><published>2008-10-13T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:11:55.580-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welcome'/><title type='text'>Welcome to Life In The Treehouse!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SPT1BOlnAgI/AAAAAAAAABk/d5kDCOtyDF8/s1600-h/ViewBehindHouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SPT1BOlnAgI/AAAAAAAAABk/d5kDCOtyDF8/s320/ViewBehindHouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257096066492727810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Welcome to Life In The Treehouse!  The "Treehouse" refers to where I live - teetering on the edge of a ravine, so it feels like living in a treehouse.  I will probably post pictures of some of my woodland friends in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some more stuff I plan on sharing through Life In The Treehouse: the cool stuff I'm doing, the cool stuff I'm interested in, stuff I pick up off the ground, plants and animals I love,  art and craft stuff (including attempt to become a knitter),  garden and home design stuff, recipes, and of course - adventures with my family and friends, especially my new little nephew, Felix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hope you enjoy it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SPQeuNcn-sI/AAAAAAAAABc/MR50LyVqz9Y/s1600-h/Felix%26Annie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SPQeuNcn-sI/AAAAAAAAABc/MR50LyVqz9Y/s320/Felix%26Annie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256860444280748738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4548560743880130911-726885987395868055?l=mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/726885987395868055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548560743880130911&amp;postID=726885987395868055' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548560743880130911/posts/default/726885987395868055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548560743880130911/posts/default/726885987395868055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinthetreehouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-to-life-in-treehouse.html' title='Welcome to Life In The Treehouse!'/><author><name>AnnieTwoBraids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826929035560728614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/S7jfAMjiWSI/AAAAAAAAAxg/aB-LnR2zcj8/S220/Annie+TwoBraids+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR9uZ3qznZM/SPT1BOlnAgI/AAAAAAAAABk/d5kDCOtyDF8/s72-c/ViewBehindHouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
