<?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-7383201592311832886</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:27:42.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNCERTAINTY</title><subtitle type='html'>This space is aimed at sharing my reflections on life, my view of the world, the truth that guides my actions. The truth only because I see it as true, but may not be the truth of others. 
 
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There is power in numbers and it is a gift to me to know that what I reflect upon helps others.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariselareflections.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383201592311832886/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariselareflections.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Crazyabouttango</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093730357544299988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kJtlnnGDksM/Tl0rDRTADWI/AAAAAAAAABM/dRHoGoFmch0/s220/IMG_1318.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383201592311832886.post-2523654758032048837</id><published>2011-09-12T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T14:27:38.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertainty:  A questioning state of mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahwydUJg29I/Tm5clwfEmyI/AAAAAAAAACs/_qizBt_9LGs/s1600/100529_Deschutes_River_pic_02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahwydUJg29I/Tm5clwfEmyI/AAAAAAAAACs/_qizBt_9LGs/s320/100529_Deschutes_River_pic_02.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;A spark of light flickering in the dark. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Proudly tall, bright like marble, brave like no other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;My best friend and most loyal companion is darkness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;For only in darkness can I shine my light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;I exist between the two: You can find me there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Sometimes, my light goes off by the impending strength of the wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Then, I only see darkness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Quickly, I forget that one depends on the other. I see only horrors and devastation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Other times, &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I only see the light so bright that it blinds me a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;It is then, that I must retreat to the shadows. For I need both to live and survive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;If only I could remember that I'm neither, but both at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Perhaps, I shall then, understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;From the book Reflections by Marisela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JiAHm65RW0I/Tm5cVnxH3VI/AAAAAAAAACo/6Q6VXjH_yOE/s1600/100529_Deschutes_River_pic_02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JiAHm65RW0I/Tm5cVnxH3VI/AAAAAAAAACo/6Q6VXjH_yOE/s320/100529_Deschutes_River_pic_02.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;"&gt;¿Quién soy?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;"&gt;Una llama que brilla en la oscuridad.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;"&gt;Esbelta como una estatua, brillante como el&amp;nbsp; mármol, valiente &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;como ninguna.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;"&gt;Mi mejor y más fiel amiga es la oscuridad.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;"&gt;Porque solo en ella puede brillar mi luz.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;"&gt;Convivo entre ambos: Puedes encontrarme en medio de los dos. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;"&gt;Algunas veces, mi luz se apaga con &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;las poderosas ráfagas del viento.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;"&gt;Entonces solo veo las tinieblas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;"&gt;Pronto me olvido que una depende de la otra. Solo percibo horror y devastación. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;"&gt;Otras veces, la luz tan brillante me ciega. Es cuando, retorno a la sombra. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;"&gt;Porque en verdad,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;necesito de ambas para vivir y sobrevivir.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;"&gt;Si tan solo, pudiese recordar siempre que no soy una u otra, pero las dos cosas al mismo tiempo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;"&gt;Quizás, entonces comprendería.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Del libro&amp;nbsp; Reflexiones&amp;nbsp;por &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language: ES;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Marisela&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&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/7383201592311832886-2523654758032048837?l=mariselareflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariselareflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2523654758032048837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariselareflections.blogspot.com/2011/09/uncertainty-questioning-state-of-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383201592311832886/posts/default/2523654758032048837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383201592311832886/posts/default/2523654758032048837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariselareflections.blogspot.com/2011/09/uncertainty-questioning-state-of-mind.html' title='Uncertainty:  A questioning state of mind'/><author><name>Crazyabouttango</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093730357544299988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kJtlnnGDksM/Tl0rDRTADWI/AAAAAAAAABM/dRHoGoFmch0/s220/IMG_1318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahwydUJg29I/Tm5clwfEmyI/AAAAAAAAACs/_qizBt_9LGs/s72-c/100529_Deschutes_River_pic_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
