<?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-5290375322480002347</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:40:20.790+01:00</updated><category term='Yael Naim'/><category term='aide humanitaire'/><category term='New Soul'/><category term='world view'/><category term='paradis'/><category term='conseil'/><category term='advice'/><category term='petit ami'/><category term='spiritualité'/><category term='Dieu'/><category term='Because I&apos;m a Girl'/><category term='amitié'/><category term='communiquer'/><category term='fiancé'/><category term='happy'/><category term='après'/><category term='meilleur ami'/><category term='règle d&apos;or'/><category term='optimist'/><category term='spirituality'/><category term='l&apos;homme de ma vie'/><category term='Ségolène'/><category term='politique'/><category term='Poésie'/><category term='amour'/><category term='solidarité'/><category term='copain'/><category term='désirs'/><category term='What is Love'/><category term='moralité'/><category term='juno'/><category term='joie'/><category term='Le Monde'/><category term='kiss'/><category term='plaisirs'/><category term='brisé'/><category term='philosophie'/><category term='film'/><category term='mariage'/><category term='critique'/><category term='bâtir une relation'/><category term='Prière'/><category term='love'/><category term='morality'/><category term='couple'/><title type='text'>Café Petal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hi I'm Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950434669913694440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/S_GyTVA33cI/AAAAAAAAAN4/DX6Fh7h2XH8/S220/nichole+profile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-116669813764997131</id><published>2011-08-30T21:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T21:02:14.363+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amour Insubmersible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mQH9lsH4yxY/Tl0yYab3ClI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/dCNN4uMx8B8/s1600/lettre.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mQH9lsH4yxY/Tl0yYab3ClI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/dCNN4uMx8B8/s200/lettre.gif" width="171" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;N’aie pas peur, car je t’ai racheté. &lt;br /&gt;Je t'ai appelé par ton nom : tu m’appartiens !&lt;br /&gt;Quand tu patauges, je serai à tes côtés.&lt;br /&gt;Quand tu traverseras des eaux tumultueuses, ils ne te submergeront pas.&lt;br /&gt;Tout ça pour te dire à quel point tu comptes pour moi !&lt;br /&gt;Si seulement tu savais à quel point je t'aime !&lt;br /&gt;Je vendrai le monde afin que tu reviennes à moi,&lt;br /&gt;Je donnerai toute la création contre ta vie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Paraphrase du Livre d'Esaïe 43.1-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ça donne envie d'être aimé. Aurais-je la capacité d'aimer autant ? Et comment reproduire un amour si profond, si nous ne l'avons jamais vu montré ? Entourez-vous de bons modèles : l'amour est contagieux, mais ne vous arrêtez pas là. Les romans à l'eau de rose nous rappellent nos propres échecs, et les défauts de nos amants, mais il y a un amour qui surpasse tout. L'invitation ci-dessus est adressée à tous ceux qui l'acceptent. &lt;i&gt;« Je t'ai appelé par ton nom : que tu reviens à moi ! Je t'aime. »&lt;/i&gt; Tous les mots pour dire à quel point il vous aime se trouvent dans sa lettre d’amour, lisez-le avec tout votre cœur. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-116669813764997131?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/116669813764997131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=116669813764997131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/116669813764997131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/116669813764997131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2011/08/amour-insubmersible.html' title='Amour Insubmersible'/><author><name>Hi I'm Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950434669913694440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/S_GyTVA33cI/AAAAAAAAAN4/DX6Fh7h2XH8/S220/nichole+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mQH9lsH4yxY/Tl0yYab3ClI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/dCNN4uMx8B8/s72-c/lettre.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-512050683028573624</id><published>2011-08-29T16:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T16:13:28.324+02:00</updated><title type='text'>L'Amour Est Patient</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maisonbible.net/components/com_virtuemart/shop_image/product/our1039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Excerpt de &lt;i&gt;Savoir Aimer - Le défi du couple.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lecture essentielle pour chaque couple. Auteurs : Stephen &amp;amp; Alex Kendrick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maisonbible.net/our1039/savoir-aimer-le-defi-du-couple"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.maisonbible.net/components/com_virtuemart/shop_image/product/our1039.jpg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;L'Amour Est Patient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;En toute humilité et douceur, avec patience, supportez-vous les uns les autres dans l'amour.&lt;br /&gt;- Ephésiens 4.2&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;L'amour fais des merveilles. C'est la source de motivation la plus puissante dans la vie. L'amour a une profondeur et un sens bien plus grands que ne le pensent généralement la plupart des gens. L'amour fait toujours ce qu'il y a de meilleur pour les autres et il peut nous donner capacité d'affronter les problèmes les plus graves. Nous venons au monde avec une soif d'amour que nous éprouverons toute notre vie. Notre cœur en a besoin d'oxygène. L'amour change nos motivations et le but de notre vie. Il donne du sens à nos relations avec les autres. Aucun mariage ne peut réussir sans amour.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;L'amour est fondé sur deux piliers qui définissent parfaitement sa nature: la &lt;i&gt;patience&lt;/i&gt; et la bonté. Toutes les autres caractéristiques de l'amour découlent de ces deux attributs. C'est donc par là que débutera notre défi, en commençant par la &lt;i&gt;patience&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;L'amour nous motive à devenir une personne patiente, à cultiver la patience. Lorsque nous choisissons d'être patients, nous réagissons de façon positive au milieu de situations négatives. Nous choisissons de ne pas nous emporter, de nous montrer lents à la colère. Nous décidons de ne pas répondre à l'emporte pièce, en étant irascibles. Au lieu de laisser place à l'agitation, l'insatisfaction et la frustation, l'amour nous aide à nous calmer, à manifester de la bonté et à offrir de la clémence envers notre entourage. La patience apporte le calme intérieur même au milieu d'une tempête extérieure.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Personne n'aime être en présence d'une personne impatiente. L'impatience provoque en nous des réactions excessives et nous pousse à agir de façon colérique et insensée, ce qui est toujours regrettable. Le comble de la colère déclenchée par une mauvaise attitude est qu'elle engendre à son tour de nouveaux désordres, de nouvelles mauvaises réactions. La colère ne contribue pratiquement jamais à améliorer la situation. Au contraire, elle produit généralement de nouveaux problèmes. La patience, par contre, arrête les conflits sur leur lancée.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;La patience nous pousse à marquer un temps d'arrêt, à prendre quelque distance. Elle nous invite à prendre une profonde inspiration. Elle détend l'atmosphère. Elle nous évite de tomber dans le piège fou qui consiste à décocher des flèches empoisonnées tout autour de nous. Au lieu de laisser nos émotions nous contrôler, nous devons choisir consciemment de les maîtriser et de nous montrer circonspects et réservés plutôt que de rendre le mal pour le mal.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Si votre conjoint vous blesse, êtes-vous prompt à lui rendre la pareille ou restez-vous maître de vos émotions ? Pensez-vous que la colère est votre point faible émotionnel lorsque vous êtes traité injustement ? Si c'est le cas, vous propagez probablement du poison au lieu d'un remède.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;La colère est souvent le résultat d'une frustration mêlée de déception et de chagrin lorsqu'un désir très fort n'est pas satisfait. Nous obtenons pas ce que nous voulons et nous nous énervons peu à peu, jusqu'à bouillir à l'intérieur. Cette réaction émotionnelle est souvent alimentée par notre propre égoïsme, notre stupidité ou nos mauvaises intentions. En revanche, la patience nous rendre sages, avisés. Elle ne pousse pas à juger à la hâte, mais elle nous encourage à écouter l'autre. Alors que la colère est prête à exploser, la patience, elle, s'interpose et attend  d'avoir tous les éléments en main avant de se prononcer sur la situation. La Bible dit: « Celui qui est lent à la colère fait preuve d'une grande intelligence, tandis que celui qui s'énerve facilement proclame sa folie » (Proverbes 14.29) &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;S'il est certain que l'impatience transforme un foyer en champ de bataille, la pratique de la patience engendre la paix et le calme. « Un homme violent pousse au conflit, tandis que celui qui est lent à la colère apaise les disputes » (Proverbes 15.18. Des affirmations telles que celles-ci, extraites du livre des Proverbes dans la Bible, sont des principes clairs d’une portée éternelle. La patience est là où l’amour et la sagesse se rencontrent.  Chaque mariage a besoin de cette combinaison pour rester viable et en bonne santé.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;La patience nous aide à permettre à notre conjoint de se montrer humain, à être imparfait. Elle nous aide à comprendre que chacun de nous peut échouer. Si notre conjoint commet une erreur, la patience nous donne de choisir de lui accorder plus de temps qu’il n’en mérite pour y remédier. Elle nous permet de tenir bon pendant les périodes difficiles de notre relation au lieu de quitter le navire sous la pression d’une situation critique.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Notre conjoint peut-il compter sur nous comme étant une personne patiente à ses côtés ? Peut-il savoir s’il verrouille les portes de la voiture après avoir oublié les clés à l’intérieur, qu’il obtiendra notre compréhension plutôt qu’une leçon humiliante qui lui donnera l’impression d’être un(e) enfant ? Peut-il savoir qu’il peut s’enthousiasmer bruyamment devant un match de foot sans pour autant avoir droit à une avalanche de récriminations sur la façon dont il devrait passer son temps ? En fait, les personnes impatientes figurent parmi les personnes les plus difficiles à vivre. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Quelle serait l’atmosphère de notre foyer, si nous décidions d’appliquer cette approche biblique : « Veillez à ce que personne ne rende à autrui le mal pour le mal, mais recherchez toujours le bien, soit entre tous les hommes » (1 Thessaloniciens 5 .15) ?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Rares sont ceux qui pratiquent la patience de façon convenable et aucun d’entre nous ne la pratique naturellement. Cependant, les hommes et les femmes les plus avisés choisissent de faire de la patience un ingrédient indispensable de leur relation conjugale. La patience est un bon point de départ pour manifester un amour véritable.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ce défi de l’amour est un processus, un cheminement, et la première qualité que nous devons décider d’exercer est la patience.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Considérons ce voyage en forme de défi come un marathon et non comme un sprint. C’est une course qui en vaut vraiment la peine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LE DÉFI DU JOUR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;La première partie de ce défi est relativement simple. Bien que l’on puisse exprimer son amour de diverses manières, nos paroles reflètent souvent l’état de notre cœur. Pendant la prochaine journée, décidez résolument de manifester de la patience et de ne rien dire de négatif à votre conjoint. Si la tentation se présente, choisissez de vous taire. Mieux vaut tenir votre langue que tenir des propos que vous regretteriez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;« Que Chacun soit prompt à écouter, lent à parler, lent à se mettre en colère. » (Jacques 1.19)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maisonbible.net/our1039/savoir-aimer-le-defi-du-couple"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.maisonbible.net/components/com_virtuemart/shop_image/product/our1039.jpg" width="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achetez votre&amp;nbsp;exemplaire&amp;nbsp;maintenant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English version available under the title The Love Dare by&amp;nbsp;Stephen &amp;amp; Alex Kendrick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-512050683028573624?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/512050683028573624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=512050683028573624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/512050683028573624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/512050683028573624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2011/08/lamour-est-patient.html' title='L&apos;Amour Est Patient'/><author><name>Hi I'm Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950434669913694440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/S_GyTVA33cI/AAAAAAAAAN4/DX6Fh7h2XH8/S220/nichole+profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-6015305723710412111</id><published>2010-09-06T23:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T01:06:39.999+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce Soir On Mange À Emporter</title><content type='html'>Pas parce que je n’aime pas cuisiner. &lt;b&gt;J'adore&lt;/b&gt; cuisiner ! Mais parce que quelques fois il faut conserver son énergie pour les choses plus essentielles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Plus tôt dans le mois je suis partis pour faire une pèlerinage et j’ai eu l’opportunité de parler avec une très bonne amie. Depuis son déménagement je ne le vois plus qu’une fois par ans lors de notre pèlerinage ensemble.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Face à face, sur la terrasse de son &lt;b&gt;café&lt;/b&gt; préféré à Porto, elle m’avoue qu’elle faillait pas venir pour le randonner cette année. Mon cœur sentit blessé. Ce n’est pas possible. Mais, je sais combien tu aimes les semaines de pèlerinage&amp;nbsp;! Son réponse à &lt;b&gt;planter le décor&lt;/b&gt; pour mon pèlerinage personnel et les deux semaines à suivre. Deux semaines de la marche ne sont jamais suffissent&amp;nbsp;; il me faudra l’année qui suit à digérer ces pensés fortes et à me &lt;b&gt;humilier&lt;/b&gt; à les intégrer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/TIVZxMBqzvI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Qo-3oYcmjcU/s1600/cafe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/TIVZxMBqzvI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Qo-3oYcmjcU/s320/cafe.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MON AMIE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cette chère amie vie toujours entourer par les cartons. Son aménagement n’a &lt;b&gt;pas était effectué&lt;/b&gt;, elle attend encore les bâtisseurs à terminer leur maison. Effectivement, tous les affaires de camping sont emballés et irretrouvable dans le lieu de stockage. Son maris est &lt;b&gt;surchargé&lt;/b&gt; au travail entre les heures sup et l’envie de plair à tout ces nouveau collègues. En plus des challenges difficile il y a aussi un taux de stress ‘positive’&amp;nbsp;: deux filles qui se sont &lt;b&gt;marié&lt;/b&gt; cette année et une fille &lt;b&gt;enceinte&lt;/b&gt;. Elle a beaucoup à planifier, elle allait annuler son pèlerinage… c’est bien ceux qu’elle à pensé.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Son mari a insisté pour qu’elle vienne, ainsi que son pasteur, et ces amis (&lt;b&gt;et moi aussi&lt;/b&gt;). En faisant ses bagages elle croyait que cette exercice était uniquement pour faire plaisir à ses amis, cependant elle a découverte une vérité Biblique assez étonnante.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;La vie est en état constant de crise, mais Dieu stabilise le fleuve dans nos cœurs à vivre &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;au beau milieu d’eux.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chacun des facteur de stress mentionné peut être une excuse à surseoir la vie. Si simplement j’attends le fin de&lt;b&gt; cette crise&lt;/b&gt; … ET LÀ alors la vie peut &lt;b&gt;recommencer&lt;/b&gt;. Mon amie m’a regardé droit dans les yeux, J’ai soixante ans. Il n’y a jamais eu de fin aux crises. Avant qu’elles dissipent, il y a toujours une nouvelle aussi importante.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/TIVaLf7m1nI/AAAAAAAAAUc/bMkfo5yZWXs/s1600/heart-shaped-rocks-03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/TIVaLf7m1nI/AAAAAAAAAUc/bMkfo5yZWXs/s400/heart-shaped-rocks-03.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;COTÉ PHYSIQUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;N’est pas le centre de l‘observance de sabbat&amp;nbsp;? &lt;b&gt;Dieu décrète une pause au milieu de désordre&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;; pas de cuisine, pas de ménage, pas de lessive, pas de courses, que la &lt;b&gt;famille&lt;/b&gt;, et le soin des &lt;b&gt;âmes&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;J’ai dû pratiquer ça ce dernier temps. Je trouve dommage que dois apprendre cette observance autant qu’adulte. Ma famille &lt;b&gt;n’avait pas&lt;/b&gt; cette tradition.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Je me suis toujours en combat avec moi-même. J’ai des grave tendances de&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;maniaque&lt;/b&gt;. Je dois toujours lutter contre les malaises. Si une choses va à travers à la maison je ne peux pas me concentrer, je ne peux pas me reposer pendant mon jour de repos. Pour &lt;b&gt;calmer &lt;/b&gt;cette guerre intérieur j’ai deux techniques matériel et pratique.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;La premier technique c’est de &lt;b&gt;planifier&lt;/b&gt; mon jour de repos quatre jours d’avance. Je préviens un ménage rapide chaque jour avant ma journée. J’ai appris à faire des annonces &lt;b&gt;à haute voix&lt;/b&gt; pour mon mari, comme ça il sait que j’ai déjà fait le ménage et il fait plus d’attention. (Je viens juste de lui rappeler que la cuisine est déjà prête et j’attend qu’il prends soin du séjour.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Le deuxième technique à faire taire cette rouet intérieur c’est de &lt;b&gt;sortir&lt;/b&gt;. Nous quittons la maison et nous laissons le désordre derrière.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/TIVaeE3KneI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Cd3zoUy_db4/s1600/womanprayingcandles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/TIVaeE3KneI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Cd3zoUy_db4/s400/womanprayingcandles.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;COTÉ SPIRITUELLE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bon bref, si seulement c'était toujours aussi simple. Je trouve que si je suis dans une &lt;b&gt;bonne état&lt;/b&gt; quand mon emploi du temps&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;déborde&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;ces tactiques marche bien. J’arrive à sortir de cette boue et je vois clair. Mais si je suis &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;bombardé&lt;/b&gt; de plusieurs causes de stress au même temps, ça ne marche pas tout seule.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vivre&amp;nbsp;abondamment&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;au milieu des crises, c’est aussi remplir ton cœur d’amour et de la vérité pour qu’il puis prendre la prochain coup sans se&amp;nbsp;vider. Il faut donc, être &lt;b&gt;diligent&lt;/b&gt; pendant les jours les plus beaux et remplir ton esprit avec autant de l’amour de Dieu que possible, comme ça ton cœur peux &lt;b&gt;déborder&lt;/b&gt; même après l’onde de choc est passé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ça veut dire qu’un verset par jour ne suffit pas, ni jamais suffit. Une fois que tu as goutté &lt;b&gt;un vrai repas spirituelle&lt;/b&gt;, tu ne peux plus te satisfaire avec un verset par jour. C’est comme si on donne les Haribos à un enfant mal nourrit. Ils mourront de faim, tout de même.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;La lecture de la Bible rassasie en grand quantité. Lire tout une livre dans son contexte, &lt;b&gt;des le début jusqu’à la fin, et recommencer le livre encore.&lt;/b&gt; Je suggère la sélection d’un livre dans la Bible, et un temps de culte personnel où tu commences à lire et que tu ne termines pas avant que tu reçois clarté et transformation dans ton cœur qui ne vient que de Dieu, L’Éternel, et Jésus Christ.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/TIVbCcAYBPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Kw2z-yeCF-A/s1600/bible.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/TIVbCcAYBPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Kw2z-yeCF-A/s400/bible.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LA LECTURE QUI&amp;nbsp;RASSASIE&amp;nbsp;L’ÂME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Le temps de la réflexion est une économie de temps." - Publius Syrus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peut-être il y a des astuces que nous sommes plus &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;susceptible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; d’oublier quand nous sommes surchargé. Prendre une pause avant la lecture. Fermer les yeux symboliquement enferme les distractions dehors. Prier Dieu &lt;b&gt;qu’il révèle sa nature, et illumine ta compréhension&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Organises bien ton temps et ranges ton espace de méditation&amp;nbsp;: prépare-toi un &lt;b&gt;verre d’eau&lt;/b&gt;, ou un &lt;b&gt;bon thé&lt;/b&gt;, prévois quelques &lt;b&gt;marque-pages&lt;/b&gt;, des &lt;b&gt;post-it&lt;/b&gt;, et un &lt;b&gt;surligneur&lt;/b&gt; prêtent à noter ceux que tu aimes bien et aimes moins.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Prendre du temps à &lt;b&gt;supplier Dieu&lt;/b&gt;, si tu ne comprendre pas ceux qu’il t’apprendre. &lt;b&gt;Crier&lt;/b&gt; si le challenge te semble impossible pour un simple humain. N’arrête pas jusqu'à ce que ton &lt;b&gt;esprit&lt;/b&gt; sois stimuler. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Avant de rentrer dans ce monde de fou, n’oublie pas de&lt;b&gt; toujours rendre grace&lt;/b&gt; à Dieu pour son amour Éternel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Il t’aime. Il te verras toujours comme son enfant bien aimé. Il ne t’abandonnera pas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Je n’ai pas terminé ma lecture aujourd’hui. :( J’aurai pu, mais j’ai échoué. &lt;b&gt;Ce soir on mange à emporter&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Et maintenant j’ai le livre de Job sur mon MP3. La Bible en &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audiotreasure.com/"&gt;AudioBook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; peut t’aider à creuser pour sortir &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;de l'ornière, mais tu as toujours besoin d’un temps de &lt;b&gt;méditation, tranquillité, et un Bible ouvert devant toi&lt;/b&gt;. Même si tu le lis pas mot par mot, c’est important de pouvoir &lt;b&gt;souligne&lt;/b&gt;r les mots clés et les passages &lt;b&gt;frappant&lt;/b&gt;. C’est comme ça que tu vas les &lt;b&gt;retenir&lt;/b&gt; et les &lt;b&gt;mets en pratique&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-6015305723710412111?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/6015305723710412111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=6015305723710412111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/6015305723710412111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/6015305723710412111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2010/09/ce-soir-on-mange-emporter.html' title='Ce Soir On Mange À Emporter'/><author><name>Hi I'm Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950434669913694440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/S_GyTVA33cI/AAAAAAAAAN4/DX6Fh7h2XH8/S220/nichole+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/TIVZxMBqzvI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Qo-3oYcmjcU/s72-c/cafe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-7876278720931151843</id><published>2010-08-15T19:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T18:31:08.596+02:00</updated><title type='text'>L'Amour Est Fou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/TFcD6XGu2UI/AAAAAAAAAS8/6EbmPM-KKio/s1600/amoureux.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/TFcD6XGu2UI/AAAAAAAAAS8/6EbmPM-KKio/s400/amoureux.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mon amour, je te promesse d'être toujours la bonté incarnée. Je serai patiente même aux moments les plus intenses. Tu ne trouveras point d'envie en moi, car je te fais entière confiance. La vanité et l'orgueil sont étrangers à mon coeur. Il n'y a personne plus d’honnête, de transparent, de ‘open’ avec toi, que moi. Ton bonheur fait mon bonheur. Je ne peux pas me fâcher contre toi, mon amour. Ensemble nous luttons contre l'injustice, parce qu’avec toi je respire de la vérité. Je serai à tes côtés quoiqu'il arrive. Je crois en toi avec tout mon coeur, et je ne te lâcherais jamais! Je te soutiendrai dans tous tes projets, et je ne t'appuierai jamais sur toi seul, mais sur mon Dieu en qui je trouve un ami le plus fidèle qui m'apprendre le véritable amour tous les jours, et qui me soutient avec sa capacité d'aimer surnaturelle. -Nichole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;L'amour est patient, il est plein de bonté&amp;nbsp;; l’amour n'est point envieux&amp;nbsp;; l’amour ne se vante point, il ne s'enfle point d'orgueil,il ne fait rien de malhonnête, il ne cherche point son intérêt, il ne s'irrite point, il ne soupçonne point le mal, il ne se réjouit point de l'injustice, mais il se réjouit de la vérité&amp;nbsp;; il excuse tout, il croit tout, il espère tout, il supporte tout. -Dieu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950434669913694440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/S_GyTVA33cI/AAAAAAAAAN4/DX6Fh7h2XH8/S220/nichole+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/TFcD6XGu2UI/AAAAAAAAAS8/6EbmPM-KKio/s72-c/amoureux.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-3800962157620052308</id><published>2010-08-06T18:17:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T23:53:36.268+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prière'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poésie'/><title type='text'>Repentance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10.8333px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/TIViSOsYENI/AAAAAAAAAVU/IeSU5M-BzeU/s1600/tears.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/TIViSOsYENI/AAAAAAAAAVU/IeSU5M-BzeU/s400/tears.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10.8333px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Psaume de David 51&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Dieu ! aie pitié de moi dans ta bonté ; selon ta&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;grande&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;misericorde, efface mes transgressions ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lave-moi complètement de mon iniquité, Et purifie-moi de mon péché.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car je reconnais mes transgressions, Et mon péché est&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;constamment&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;devant moi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 10.8333px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: 10.8333px;"&gt;devant moi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-size: 10.8333px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-size: 11.1111px;"&gt;devant moi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai péché contre toi seul, Et j'ai fait ce qui est mal à tes yeux, En sorte que tu seras juste dans ta sentence, Sans reproche dans ton jugement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voici, je suis né dans l'iniquité, Et ma mère m'a conçu dans le péché.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais tu veux que la vérité soit&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;au fond du coeur&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;: Fais donc pénétrer la sagesse au dedans de&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;moi&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purifie-moi avec l'hysope, et je serai pur ; Lave-moi, et je serai plus blanc que la&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;neige&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annonce-moi l'allégresse et la joie, Et les os que tu as brisés se&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;réjouiront&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Détourne ton regard de mes péchés, Efface toutes mes iniquités.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Dieu ! crée en moi un coeur pur,&lt;b&gt;Renouvelle&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;en moi un esprit bien disposé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne me rejette pas loin de ta face, Ne me retire pas ton esprit saint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rends-moi la joie de ton salut, Et qu'un esprit de bonne volonté me soutienne !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'enseignerai tes voies à ceux qui les transgressent, Et les pécheurs reviendront à toi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Dieu, Dieu de mon salut ! délivre-moi du sang versé, Et ma langue célébrera ta miséricorde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seigneur ! ouvre mes lèvres, Et ma bouche publiera ta louange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les sacrifices qui sont agréables à Dieu, c'est un esprit brisé : O Dieu ! tu ne dédaignes pas un &lt;b&gt;coeur brisé&lt;/b&gt;et contrit.&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/5290375322480002347-3800962157620052308?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/3800962157620052308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=3800962157620052308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/3800962157620052308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/TIUPQZ96iSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cmvk0I6Ruqg/s1600/angst.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/TIUPQZ96iSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cmvk0I6Ruqg/s400/angst.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;J'ai grandi dans un moule.&lt;br /&gt;Je reproduisais les mêmes fautes que j'avais vu autour de moi.&lt;br /&gt;Les mauvaises repères m'a piégé.&lt;br /&gt;"C'est normale" - Pénétré jusqu'à l'âme.&lt;br /&gt;Et si j'ai renié d'avoir un problème, c'est parce que je ne croyais pas en avoir.&lt;br /&gt;Mais, pourquoi je dois me subir de ce poids lorde toujours sur moi ?&lt;br /&gt;Les amis lutte contre ça avec sans cesse.&lt;br /&gt;Je les voyais essayer tous les tactiques possibles, et lutter encore.&lt;br /&gt;Seule une renouvellement du coeur a pu enfin rompre le charme.&lt;br /&gt;Maintenant je suis devenu une nouvelle créature.&lt;br /&gt;Je ne suis plus prisonnier des egards des autres.&lt;br /&gt;Cette fraîcheur, cette liberté.&lt;br /&gt;Dieu m'a sorti des ténèbres.&lt;br /&gt;Il m'a transformé parce-qu'il m'aime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-8202388173913149620?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/8202388173913149620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=8202388173913149620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/8202388173913149620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>click sur la photo et voir l'album &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/blclovesrmc/BethSWeddingWeekend?feat=blogger" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right;float:right;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_nQi5Rk7bdAg/TCowhaEZWrE/AAAAAAAALqQ/tyXqAopKhy0/s160-c/BethSWeddingWeekend.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-534170877583494591?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/534170877583494591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=534170877583494591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Est-ce que c'est vrai ?&lt;object height="407" width="419"&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://theprize.com/seedsite/The%20Prize%20-%20Chasing%20The%20Dream.swf'&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent' /&gt;&lt;embed src='http://theprize.com/seedsite/The%20Prize%20-%20Chasing%20The%20Dream.swf' width='419' height='407' wmode='transparent' FlashVars="gig_lt=1276248010289&amp;gig_pt=1276248088543&amp;gig_g=2"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;param name="FlashVars" value="gig_lt=1276248010289&amp;gig_pt=1276248088543&amp;gig_g=2" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNzYyNDgwMTAyODkmcHQ9MTI3NjI*ODA4ODU*MyZwPTEzNjc*ODEmZD*mZz*yJm89ODc3OTZhZmI3Y2FmNGQ5Yjk2/OTUzNDc4ODkwN2MxYWEmb2Y9MA==.gif" style="height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;" width="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-6323110292665265760?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/6323110292665265760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=6323110292665265760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/6323110292665265760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/6323110292665265760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2010/06/le-foot.html' title='Le Foot'/><author><name>Hi I'm Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950434669913694440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/S_GyTVA33cI/AAAAAAAAAN4/DX6Fh7h2XH8/S220/nichole+profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-2451084956157997763</id><published>2010-05-16T17:52:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:53:15.008+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Filtre Parisien</title><content type='html'>Hier soir les voisins fêtaient un anniversaire, chantait/criait jusqu'au trois heures du matin. Alors, j'ai décidé au lieu de lutter contre le bruit, j'en profiterai pour faire un peu de la recherche. Cet article sur l'effet filtre de Paris m'a beaucoup intrigué. Voici les points forts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/S_ATMD478KI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Sa4PNlgNftM/s1600/aurevoirparis2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/S_ATMD478KI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Sa4PNlgNftM/s200/aurevoirparis2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Un trajet sur trois passant par la Région parisienne ne s'y est donc pas stabilisé.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/S_ATR7-DojI/AAAAAAAAANM/rDDLQhqiORE/s1600/francilien.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="136" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/S_ATR7-DojI/AAAAAAAAANM/rDDLQhqiORE/s200/francilien.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;L'origine des trajectoires passant par la Région parisienne est à 58% extérieur à la région, c'est-à-dire que la majorité des Parisiens on vécu leur enfance en province.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/S_ATODAdtpI/AAAAAAAAANE/c4jkw4NgW94/s1600/amenagement.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/S_ATODAdtpI/AAAAAAAAANE/c4jkw4NgW94/s200/amenagement.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;L'âge moyen d'installation en Région parisienne des populations migrant vers la région est assez uniforme quand on considère l'ensemble des passages : 23-24 ans.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/S_ATLYbbjlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/3Pghl37MMmc/s1600/aurevoir+paris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/S_ATLYbbjlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/3Pghl37MMmc/s200/aurevoir+paris.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Le départ des&amp;nbsp;provinciaux&amp;nbsp;arrivés eux vers 22-23 ans se fait après 5 ans en moyen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/S_AUGztNNcI/AAAAAAAAANU/BAQGYWnW--Q/s1600/unhappy-couple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/S_AUGztNNcI/AAAAAAAAANU/BAQGYWnW--Q/s200/unhappy-couple.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Les ruptures d'union sont plus fréquentes pour ceux qui ont vécu en Région Ile-de-France : elles touchent près de 20% des mariages contre moins de 15% pour ceux qui n'ont résidé qu'en province.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/S_AUNSrAGfI/AAAAAAAAANc/NS_SRycWuBk/s1600/b%C3%A9b%C3%A9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="173" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/S_AUNSrAGfI/AAAAAAAAANc/NS_SRycWuBk/s200/b%C3%A9b%C3%A9.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Les personnes qui ont passé au moins une partie de leur vie adulte en Ile-de-France ont une descendance significativement plus faible que celles qui ont toujours vécu en province.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/S_AUVRMOFAI/AAAAAAAAANk/mKUIITwKoB0/s1600/class.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="120" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/S_AUVRMOFAI/AAAAAAAAANk/mKUIITwKoB0/s200/class.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;La mobilité sociale apparaît globalement plus élevée chez les habitants de la Région parisienne que dans l'ensemble de la France, parce qu'elle est plus systématiquement ascendante.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/S_AUmEQlB-I/AAAAAAAAANs/0woQbfwzB1M/s1600/homme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/S_AUmEQlB-I/AAAAAAAAANs/0woQbfwzB1M/s200/homme.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Les hommes qui sont venus à Paris sont nettement moins souvent mariés our remariés que ceux qui sont restés en province (77,4 % contre 86,3 %) ; les Parisiens se caractérisent par un célibat plus fréquent (13,3 contre 8,1 %).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 10px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Bonvalet Catherine, Lelièvre Éva. Mobilité en France et à Paris depuis 1945. Le filtre parisien. In:&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Population&lt;/i&gt;, 46e année, n°5, 1991 pp. 1161-1183.&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/5290375322480002347-2451084956157997763?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/2451084956157997763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=2451084956157997763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/2451084956157997763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/2451084956157997763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2010/05/le-filtre-parisien.html' title='Le Filtre Parisien'/><author><name>Hi I'm Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950434669913694440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/S_GyTVA33cI/AAAAAAAAAN4/DX6Fh7h2XH8/S220/nichole+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zx7FaUR_RC8/S_ATMD478KI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Sa4PNlgNftM/s72-c/aurevoirparis2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-5017985906003587696</id><published>2010-04-04T00:03:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T01:00:13.569+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pèlerins sur le Grand Chemin de l'Éternité</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/S7fIZg6pSrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/o2txJvzf7oE/s1600/path+to+clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/S7fIZg6pSrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/o2txJvzf7oE/s320/path+to+clouds.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456049814240840370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Le monde s’effondre autour de moi. Sécurité est hors de portée ; je tends le bras avec toutes mes forces ; je accède enfin les cèdres et je découvre qu’ils ne sont que des roseaux. Tout se fragmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais toi, Dieu, si tu as anciennement fondé la terre, et les cieux sont l'ouvrage de tes mains. Ils périront, mais tu subsisteras ; ils s'useront tous comme un vêtement ; tu les changeras comme un habit, et ils seront changés. Mais tu ne changes pas, toi, l’Éternel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous ne sommes que des pèlerins sur le grand chemin vers l’éternité. Cette vie éternelle qui commence dès aujourd’hui. Cette paix intérieure une fois illusoire, maintenant le seul rocher sous mes pieds ; sûr, réel, vif, car Jésus est venu afin qu’on aille sa joie parfaite. Pour quiconque met sa confiance en lui, il est fidèle et juste ; il tient sa parole. Il accorde la grâce, la paix, la joie, aujourd'hui et au-delà.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-5017985906003587696?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/5017985906003587696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=5017985906003587696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/5017985906003587696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/5017985906003587696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2010/04/pelerins-sur-le-grand-chemin-de.html' title='Pèlerins sur le Grand Chemin de l&apos;Éternité'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/S7fIZg6pSrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/o2txJvzf7oE/s72-c/path+to+clouds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-2901260245382530456</id><published>2010-03-15T00:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T01:08:30.622+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pied-A-Terre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/S7fKZlkRGgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Vv2OudsjjD8/s1600/DAD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/S7fKZlkRGgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Vv2OudsjjD8/s320/DAD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;MILLE MERCIS ENCORE !&lt;br /&gt;Vous êtes tous adorables et je vous préviens que nous n’aurions pas le temps d’écrire un mot de remerciement à chacun comme nous devrions. Veuillez accepter cette grande merci générale à la place ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIED-À-TERRE&lt;br /&gt;Ça fait deux semaines depuis ma dernière lettre de nouvelles. Le lendemain de la dernière lettre, nous avons emménagé le Papa de Rob à la maison en Ohio, et quatre jours plus tard il est décédé. Une semaine chargée d’administration et funérailles a été suivie par un court séjour à Paris, administrative aussi. Maintenant, nous retournons aux States pour deux semaines et nous revenons à Paris le 9 avril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMILLE SPIRITUELLE&lt;br /&gt;Vous êtes nos frères et sœurs à Paris. Dans notre absence, il y avait aussi des volontaires qui gardaient le chat, nettoyaient la maison, faisaient la lessive, organisaient une veillée de prière pour le papa de Rob à Paris, écrivaient des longues lettres encourageantes, accueillaient les étudiantes en échange culturelles, assistaient la commémoration directe en streaming, et apportaient tout sort d’aides physiques et spirituelles. J’entends que des bons échos de la semaine dernière. Les Américains vous adorent ! Ils veulent tous emménager à Paris maintenant ! Cette fois Mo habite chez nous et court après Mémère. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous ne sommes pas abattus. Même si la mort et étrangère à la vie telle quelle était destinée dans le jardin d’Éden, la mort fait partie maintenant à notre cycle de vie. C’est un délestage de notre corps imparfait en échange pour un corps céleste parfait. C’est un renouvellement. Cependant, cette perte sera avec nous pour la vie, et nous apprenions à vivre avec ce manque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISSION : DEUIL&lt;br /&gt;Pour les enfants ça fait un changement radical de l’avenir. Il ne verrait jamais la venue de notre neveu le mois de mai, les vacances en famille prévue le mois de juin, et le mariage de la cousine de Rob cet été aussi. Pour sa maman, ça fait un changement cataclysmique de son quotidien. Cette semaine nous ferons notre mieux de le préparer à l’avenir : Rob lui apprend les bases de l’informatique, on va commencer à transférer dans son nom toute l’administration, mais ce n’est que le commencement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMEDI LE 27&lt;br /&gt;Un repas de Pâques – ou plus précisément, une reconstitution de la cène – aura lieu chez nous samedi soir à 18h. Prévenez toute la soirée ! Rob et Nichole seront présents sur Skype. Gerald vient animer la soirée et nous présent tous les éléments d’une véritable pâque juive. Malo fait le déco. Nam et Bethany débarquent à la rue de Buci à 15h pour cuisiner un agneau succulent. Et Charles nous cite les paroles de Jesus lors de cette fameuse soirée ! Si vous avez des guitares ou autres instruments à vos portées emmenez-les, cet événement se termine souvent en chants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMEDI LE 10&lt;br /&gt;Nous fêtons notre retour avec un brunch chez nous de 11h à 13h. Tout le monde emmène à partager en deux parties : à manger et à s’encourager. Croissants, cakes salé, quiche, crêpes, scones, salade de fruits frais, laissez vos imaginations vous porter loin ! Nous retrouverons tous au bord des eaux paisibles qui rassasient les cœurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIMANCHE LE 18&lt;br /&gt;Un culte de partage, et gospel de 16h à 18h. Ouvert à tous. Lieu à déterminer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LE WEEK-END DU 24 ET 25&lt;br /&gt;Un week-end gastronomique se prépare exclusivement pour nous, en présence du Michel Molliard chef de cuisine en bourgogne. À Paris le samedi 24 dans l’après-midi un atelier de cuisine gourmé culminant le soir avec une présentation et dégustation. Ensuite, le dimanche 25 une présentation animée et délectable !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-2901260245382530456?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/2901260245382530456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=2901260245382530456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/2901260245382530456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/2901260245382530456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2010/03/pied-terre.html' title='Pied-A-Terre'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/S7fKZlkRGgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Vv2OudsjjD8/s72-c/DAD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-357031171030594248</id><published>2010-03-01T00:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T01:07:41.073+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Une Famille Fidèle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/S7fKK-MeNSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/7kvlEGAoi5Y/s1600/Plaster+Family+Photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/S7fKK-MeNSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/7kvlEGAoi5Y/s320/Plaster+Family+Photo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;MERCI&lt;br /&gt;Le père du Rob s’approche au paradis rapidement. Nos pires craintes ont été confirmées. Le diagnostic de certitude est le virus JC. Ses facultés ne font que se détériorent. Il n'y a pas de traitement. Impossible à savoir si la fin sera dans quelques jours ou dans quelques mois.&lt;br /&gt;Je prends quelques minutes pour remercier tout le monde qui se porte volontaires dans nos absences si gracieusement. Il y a notre fille adoptive qui habite chez nous et qui prend super soin de Mémère. Il y en a qui accueille le groupe d’Américains en échange culturel à nos places. Et nous cherchons que quelques hôtes accueillantes pour préparer le dîner si ça vous intéresse. Les moments de détente autour de la Bible mercredi soir continuent, et Nam organise toujours des sorties il me semble. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UN MOT SUR LA MALADIE&lt;br /&gt;Le Virus JC est une maladie d’inflammation de la cervelle.&lt;br /&gt;Dégénérescence est rapide et progressive.&lt;br /&gt;Papa est conscient que son propre état se décline.&lt;br /&gt;Sa souffrance n'est pas douloureuse, juste déchirante.&lt;br /&gt;Ses symptômes ne sont pas contagieux.&lt;br /&gt;Il n’est pas génétique ni héréditaire.&lt;br /&gt;Non liés à ses voyages en Afrique, ou maladies exotiques infectieuses.&lt;br /&gt;Sa lucidité va et vient, mais elle continue à se dégrader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNE FAMILLE FIDELE&lt;br /&gt;Ce moment n’est pas facile. Il y a des décisions ‘impossible’ à prendre tous les jours. Il est déchirant de voir la Maman de Rob si cassé. Imagine son cœur brisé après 39 ans de mariage. Papa n’est plus lui-même, il dors la plupart du temps et même réveillé il n’est pas cohérent.&lt;br /&gt;Tous les enfants prennent leurs congés et négocient les absences extraordinaires. Le moto c’est « La famille d’abord » nos diverses familles spirituelles prennent le relais dans les quatre coins du monde ; une vraie bénédiction. (Nous avons tous les chats à la maison, et les responsabilités.)&lt;br /&gt;Ici, nos églises jumelles prennent soin de nous. Il y en a qui paie nos billets d’avion ! qui nous amène le dîner chaque soir, qui rendre visite, qui vient chercher notre linge (qui revient pressé - une chose que nous ne faisons pas d’habitude !) qui livre les courses directes à la maison, qui offre les coupes et épilation gratos, qui nous console et nous réconfort.&lt;br /&gt;Ce n’est pas des vacances. C’est en effet beaucoup de travail, et surtout très émotionnel. Rob est coordinateur des visites. Rachelle prend en charge les finances familiales. Andy est notre expert de soins.&lt;br /&gt;On garde la bonne humeur. Entre les pleurs, on trouve comme mêmes des moments de rires fous, et des moments touchants précieux entre nous. C’est une expérience qui nous forme tous et qui nous approche les uns les autres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAPA&lt;br /&gt;Il ne bouge que le bras droit maintenant, aujourd’hui on installe un lit d’hôpital à la maison pour qu’il puisse passer ses derniers jours en paix. Il y aura des aides soignantes à ses côtes jour et nuit. On lui fait manger tout les repas en purée. Il a perdu la vue, mais il nous entend encore (il faut parler fort !)&lt;br /&gt;La semaine dernière Papa n’exprime qu’un mot à la fois avec beaucoup de douleur, et souvent emploie des grognes aux lieux des mots. Aujourd’hui Papa, un pasteur depuis quatre décennies, nous avons enseigné sur l’Esprit Sainte depuis son lit d’hôpital. Son discours a duré une bonne 20 minutes avant qu’il s’endorme encore. Tout le monde l’appelle sa dernière prédication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mille Mercis,&lt;br /&gt;Rob &amp;amp; Nichole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-357031171030594248?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/357031171030594248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=357031171030594248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/357031171030594248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/357031171030594248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2010/03/une-famille-fidele.html' title='Une Famille Fidèle'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/S7fKK-MeNSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/7kvlEGAoi5Y/s72-c/Plaster+Family+Photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-7310551819834697374</id><published>2009-10-13T17:27:00.015+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:20:08.338+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ça Marche !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/SttcGHP3JII/AAAAAAAAAD4/gTTt66w63Nw/s1600-h/power.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/SttcGHP3JII/AAAAAAAAAD4/gTTt66w63Nw/s320/power.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394006238800848002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;« J'étais déprimé et fâché contre Dieu. Je lui ai dit, “Alors. Je suis déprimé. Je l'assume, mais si je dois être déprimé, il faut que j'apprenne à t'honorer autant qu'un déprimé." Au moment où j'ai dit, “Je serai un déprimé qui fait honneur à l'Éternel,” je sentais mon fardeau allégeait. Ce jour-là était le début de la fin de ma dépression. Quand les sentiments dépressifs reviennent, je sais exactement comment faire ! »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;« J’étais dans une profonde déprime. Au moment où j’étais désespéré, j'ai dit à Dieu, "Dieu, tu m'as créé. Tu connais les coins ténébreux dans mes pensées. Je ne les cache plus devant toi. Il faut que tu m'acceptes, tant que je suis." »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;« C'était seulement après ma dépression est passé que je me suis rendu compte de combien Dieu a fait pour moi, combien il m'a préservé pendant ce temps. Je suis sorti de ma dépression sans aucun médicament, ni un hôpital, ni même une psy, gloire Au Seigneur ! Il est mon rocher, comme dans les psaumes, il était mon plus grand soutien, il m'a sauvé ! »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;« C'est dur maintenant, aujourd'hui avec tous ceux qui se passent dans ma vie. Mais je m'accroche à Jésus. Je lis la Bible beaucoup. J'avoue, des fois, c'est un challenge pour moi de l'ouvrir. Mais, même quand je l'ouvre de l'obligation, je termine toujours par trouver le bonheur. La Bible me donne la vie, la pêche, de l'énergie. Ça a commencé de transformer mes circonstances, et sur tout de renouveler moi-même de l'intérieur. Je ne suis pas guéri aujourd'hui, mais quand ça ne va pas du tout, je sais ceux qu'il faut faire. Je supplie Jésus, "Aide-moi ! ” et je me plonge dans la vérité de la Bible et je commence à m'en sortir. »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;« Pour moi, c'est tous les jours, "D'accord, Dieu, mon plan n'est pas la tienne. Montre-moi pourquoi tu as choisi de permettre cette circonstance." Et &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; j'arrive à dire ça, j'ai de la paix toute la journée. Il m'arrive d'oublier ça, et le regret après, mais ce n'est jamais trop tarde pour le dire. »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/StssC9raNiI/AAAAAAAAADw/J0oHFDSewuE/s1600-h/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/StssC9raNiI/AAAAAAAAADw/J0oHFDSewuE/s320/hands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393953408134297122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On parle d'une rencontre toute simple : un café, une Bible, trois amis et un Dieu qui transforme les vies. À mon avis, pourquoi ça marche ? Parce que ce n'est pas une occasion de plus de se plaindre, en revanche, notre engagement, les uns les autres, c'est de se concentrer sur comment améliorer la vie, comment développer la maitrise de soi. Personne n’est privilégié face à l'influence des mauvaises pensées ; nous partageons tous le même risque d'être pris en otage par nos pensées. Mais la vie en abondance commence quand on traite les mauvaises pensées comme les mensonges qu'ils soient, "La charité est patiente, elle est pleine de bonté ; la charité n'est point envieuse ; la charité ne se vante point, elle ne s'enfle point d'orgueil, elle ne fait rien de malhonnête, elle ne cherche point son intérêt, elle ne s'irrite point, elle ne soupçonne point le mal, elle ne se réjouit point de l'injustice, mais elle se réjouit de la vérité ; elle excuse tout, elle croit tout, elle espère tout, elle supporte tout."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voilà pourquoi ça marche, parce que la charité existe - et elle s'apprend. Et ces effets ne sont pas limités à la dépression. Tout comme n'importe quelle mauvaise pensée peut nous envoyer dans une spirale négative qui dégrade la qualité de notre vie, il y a toujours une vérité qui nous libère de ce même piège. J'ai vu des vies transforment. Chaque semaine, nous sommes tous encouragés d'entendre les grands succès de nos camarades et comment ils ont désactivé la réaction en chaîne cette fois-ci. Venez entendre les témoignages vous-même, et tentez la méthode qui marche depuis le début du monde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-7310551819834697374?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/7310551819834697374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=7310551819834697374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/7310551819834697374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/7310551819834697374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2009/10/ca-marche.html' title='Ça Marche !'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/SttcGHP3JII/AAAAAAAAAD4/gTTt66w63Nw/s72-c/power.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-4838909177984716880</id><published>2009-08-13T16:58:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:55:48.142+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Viktor Frankl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Viktor Frankl rapporte : " Nous, qui avons vécu dans les camps de concentration, nous nous souvenons de ceux qui allaient à travers le camp, réconfortant les autres, donnant jusqu'à leur dernière miette de pain. Ils ont été peu nombreux, mais ils ont suffi à prouver que l'on peut tout prendre à un homme sauf une chose, la dernière de ses libertés: le choix de son attitude devant un ensemble de circonstances, le choix de sa propre voie " (Man's Search for Meaning, 1985, p. 86).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/SoQxt43llxI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZV8TpDpWn7M/s1600-h/camp+concentration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/SoQxt43llxI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZV8TpDpWn7M/s200/camp+concentration.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369471320161883922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Réfléchissons un peu ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si vous lisez cette chronique devant ton ordi au travail - C'est que vous êtes béni d'avoir encore un travail pendant cette période de crise si précaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si vous lisez cet article toute seule chez vous - C'est que vous bénéficiez des moyens de confort pas encore standard dans 60 % du monde (c'est-à-dire logement, canapé, ordinateur, accès internet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si vous lisez ce blog chez ta famille ou bien chez un ami - C'est que vous avez encore de la chance d'être entouré par des personnes proches qui vous soutiennent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/SoQy3trxqsI/AAAAAAAAADo/Z0Dsv2qwnCE/s1600-h/espoir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/SoQy3trxqsI/AAAAAAAAADo/Z0Dsv2qwnCE/s200/espoir.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369472588469873346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui sommes nous, avec nos soucis, et angoisses ? Et j'ai honte en face des amis de Docteur Frankl qui donnent honneur à la race humaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si vous sentez seul et désepéré dans une ville de 12 millions d'habitants. Rassurez-vous ce n'est pas parce que vous faites pas effort ! Au contraire, ce n'est pas le nombre de gens qui nous entourent qui impacte notre solitude. La solitude est une mesure interne d'abord, développé selon sa confiance en, et sa satisfaction avec soi. Je connais un Dieu renouveleur. Retrouvez le sens de la vie. Retrouvez un Dieu qui est satisfait avec vous, tel que vous êtes, et vous trouverez une âme libre des pressions et prête à l'emploi d'un monde meilleur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-4838909177984716880?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/4838909177984716880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=4838909177984716880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/4838909177984716880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/4838909177984716880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2009/08/viktor-frankl.html' title='Viktor Frankl'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/SoQxt43llxI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZV8TpDpWn7M/s72-c/camp+concentration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-6374664552945913346</id><published>2009-07-16T18:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:32:17.838+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chevauchement Exclu</title><content type='html'>Le Monde Physique - Je vois. Je touche. La science explique.&lt;br /&gt;Le Monde de la Philosophie - Je pense. Je raisonne. Je décide si je crois en un Dieu ou des milliards de dieux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais que faire avec l'interaction des deux mondes ? Est-ce que ton approche globale explique quand Dieu intervient dans nos vies ? Appelle-le : le chevauchement exclu. Il compris toutes choses inexplicables, certaines qu'on préfère ignorer l'existence. Cela donne à penser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destin. Providence. Sort. Personne ne croit encore au hasard.&lt;br /&gt;Les forces qui guident l'éventualité sont trop forts pour nier. Certains l'appellent esprit, ou astrologie. On a tellement envie de s'appuier sur quelques choses. On cherche la raison d'être de l'univers. Moi, je l'appelle : la Providence. Ma vie est une châpitre d'un plus grand livre de l'histoire, toute est logique, toute nous appelle à une compréhension plus profonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Un monde invisible et spirituel&lt;/span&gt;. Des Anges. Des signes. La magie. Certains approaches globales sont dualist; toute est classé physique ou spirituel (jamais ils se mélangent). Autres affirment que la science explique tout. Ces gens n'ont pas voyagé beaucoup. :) Les sorcières sont réel. Demandes celui qui habite sur ma rue. Voodoo est réel. Les zombies qui se promènent les rues du haiti l'en témoinent. Si ton approche est en opposition avec ses réalités - il admettre l'existence de l'inexplicable. Pourquoi adhérer à une approche qui manque d'explications ?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Le sex.&lt;/span&gt; Le trou du vide qui te ronge avec des regrets et de l'incertitude. La connection surnaturel entre deux personnes qui s'entrelacent. La lien invisible inalterable qui t'envoies dans une déprime quand vous rompez. Ton psych ne te dira pas que le coeur de celui avec qui t'attaches est unie avec le tien, et maintenant tu n'as qu'une choix, c'est d'arracher une partie de ton coeur quand tu l'envoie balader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Les addictions.&lt;/span&gt; Pourquoi commençons ? Pourquoi une belle fille de treize ans commence-t-elle à fumer, "Parce-que il lui faut un tic." Qu'est-ce qu'on évite dans cette vie qui est plus douloureux que l'esclavage ; en asservissement des jeux d'argent, les cigarettes, l'alcoolisme, l'Internet, et des passe temps machinaux qui te distraient de ta véritable vie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Le shopping.&lt;/span&gt; Ton psych te dira que le shopping c'est un compulsion incontrolable, que tu dois trouver l'équilibre entre, "fais-toi plaisir," et trop dépenser. Est-ce que personne à penser à un désir ardent et séculaire de renouvellement ? Cette faim de devenir une nouvelle personne date au-dela de l'antiquité. Les hommes montre le gadget dernier cri et ils sentent forts, on oublie le passé en vue de l'avenir. Les femmes sortent du magazine portent la nouvelle fashion et elles sentent nouveau nés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jésus à enseigner que nul ne peut étancher un tel soif, sauf si on reconnais le monde spirituel autour de nous tel qu'il est. Il nous proposer une renouvellement réel; le pouvoir de devenir celui auquel on a toujours rêvé d'être, libéré de tout esclavage, profitent d'une vie comblé.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si tu pourrais maîtriser cette dimension spirituelle, oses-tu l'embraser ? Oses-tu de croire ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-6374664552945913346?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/6374664552945913346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=6374664552945913346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/6374664552945913346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/6374664552945913346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2009/07/chevauchement-exclu.html' title='Chevauchement Exclu'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-2967678337780389645</id><published>2009-07-16T18:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:06:24.288+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Film captivant cliques et voir ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.home-2009.com/us/index.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/Sl8yNzZDUQI/AAAAAAAAADY/8cPbgPOjFwg/s1600-h/home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/Sl8yNzZDUQI/AAAAAAAAADY/8cPbgPOjFwg/s200/home.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359057294309150978"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Un miracle s'est produit, la vie."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-2967678337780389645?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/2967678337780389645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=2967678337780389645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/2967678337780389645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/2967678337780389645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2009/07/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/Sl8yNzZDUQI/AAAAAAAAADY/8cPbgPOjFwg/s72-c/home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-6980154761214394655</id><published>2009-03-12T18:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T17:04:27.887+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Renouveau</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="330" height="273"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i1hOaffvZOo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i1hOaffvZOo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="330" height="273"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="330" height="200"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lyrics.stlyrics.com/lyrscroll.swf?page=http%3A//www%2Estlyrics%2Ecom/lyrics/bonestvseries/bringonthewonder%2Ehtm" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" width="330" height="200" name="lyrscroll" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="all" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un coup de blues ? Suivez l'example du Roi David ; demandez à Dieu de faire revivre votre âme. Regardez ce clip du chanson "Bring on the Wonder" de Susan Enan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-6980154761214394655?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/6980154761214394655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=6980154761214394655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/6980154761214394655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/6980154761214394655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2009/03/revival.html' title='Renouveau'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-7452126088132226437</id><published>2009-02-15T15:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:15:37.557+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Haine de soi-même</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img261.imageshack.us/img261/104/gothic1rm0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 349px; height: 447px;" src="http://img261.imageshack.us/img261/104/gothic1rm0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et donc, tu dis que tu es faché avec toi-même, mais l'autre partie t'a probablement blessé en quelque sort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jésus est mort pour chaque parole et action blessant, afin que tu ne te tabasse plus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-7452126088132226437?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/7452126088132226437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=7452126088132226437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/7452126088132226437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/7452126088132226437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2009/02/haine-de-soi-meme.html' title='Haine de soi-même'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-4296115647408813936</id><published>2009-02-15T14:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:25:10.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivre dans le péché</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nicholascallsalon.com/images/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.nicholascallsalon.com/images/flower.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;" Vivre dans le péché c'est de se doubter de la bonté de Dieu "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- c'est l'histoire d'Eve qui pose les questions à l'egard de Dieu avant de prendre le fruit interdit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;" L'angoise est la conséquence du péché "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- c'est Eve qui se cache d'Adam, qui se cupabilise, qui s'inquiete, et qui se cache de Dieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;" Seule Jésus peut effacer l'angoise "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- c'est la lumiere qui perce les ténébres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"La recette anti-inquietude : la prière "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- c'est demander à Jésus d'intervenir, arreter des pensés déstructif. Dieu garderra vos pensées en Jésus Christ : Que tout ce qui est vrai, tout ce qui est honorable, tout ce qui est juste, tout ce qui est pur, tout ce qui est aimable, tout ce qui mérite l'approbation, ce qui est vertueux et digne de louange, soit l'objet de vos pensées.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-4296115647408813936?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/4296115647408813936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=4296115647408813936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/4296115647408813936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/4296115647408813936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2009/02/vivre-dans-le-peche.html' title='Vivre dans le péché'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-2495831352108319267</id><published>2009-02-07T00:25:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:46:42.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chef David's Masterpiece Dinner</title><content type='html'>Au leur de chandelles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d156/plastersofparis/DSCF1067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d156/plastersofparis/DSCF1067.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;L'Entrée&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d156/plastersofparis/DSCF1066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d156/plastersofparis/DSCF1066.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gaspacho, le plus gourmet que j'en a jamais mangé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d156/plastersofparis/DSCF1068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 97px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d156/plastersofparis/DSCF1068.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;À POINT et succulent !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d156/plastersofparis/DSCF1070-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 97px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d156/plastersofparis/DSCF1070-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Les Assiettes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d156/plastersofparis/DSCF1069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 97px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d156/plastersofparis/DSCF1069.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quatres Étoiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d156/plastersofparis/DSCF1071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d156/plastersofparis/DSCF1071.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Et pour terminer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d156/plastersofparis/DSCF1071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d156/plastersofparis/DSCF1071.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Une mousse aux agrumes, délectable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-2495831352108319267?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/2495831352108319267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=2495831352108319267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/2495831352108319267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/2495831352108319267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2009/02/chef-davids-masterpiece-dinner.html' title='Chef David&apos;s Masterpiece Dinner'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-4445413600165511166</id><published>2009-01-29T13:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:46:14.292+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy Without Arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cmu4TYdGiC8&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cmu4TYdGiC8&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'anglais qui lui interviewe s'appelle Richard. C'est un très bon ami à moi, une membre de notre reseau humanitaire, AGISSONS, et il travail pour l'association qui présente cette cause, Global Hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard vous demandera de l'argent, mais moi, je vous demande d'aider votre prochain. Que Dieu nous guarde des malheures évitable comme celles-ci. Le sida - évitable. La gangrène - évitable aussi. Agissons aujourd'hui, et protègeons également nos voisins à Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu ne trouves ni le temps, ni l'argent pour aider les autres, mais leurs malheures sont infiniment plus grandes que les notres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global Hope est dévoué à l'aide des peuples "caché" dans le monde entier qui ne sont pas aidé par les services social de l'état.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-4445413600165511166?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/4445413600165511166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=4445413600165511166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/4445413600165511166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/4445413600165511166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2009/01/boy-without-arms.html' title='Boy Without Arms'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-4400870214792633638</id><published>2009-01-28T13:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:01:54.139+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La Prière Sans Mots</title><content type='html'>Un souci persistant ne m’a pas lâché. Il m’a travaillé toute la nuit. Je n’avais aucun espoir à dormir, non, cette nuit je resterai réveillé. J’ai supplié Dieu de m’accorder la paix du sommeil. Inutile. L’image de ma mère traînait dans la tête. Sanglotant je ne savais pas comment l’aider. Je suis agenouillé à côté du lit. Mes forces épuisées, et mes mots pareils. Depuis une semaine, je répète les mêmes prières du matin au soir. À l’instant, je sèche. Tout mot me semble inutile pour m’exprimer. J’ouvre ma Bible posée sur le lit. Prier sans mots me semble possible. Le seul objectif qu’il me reste. J’ai cherché désespérément la lettre de Paul aux Romains. La voilà dans le chapitre huit aux verset 26. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;« De même aussi l'Esprit nous aide dans notre faiblesse, car nous ne savons pas ce qu'il nous convient de demander dans nos prières. Mais l'Esprit lui-même intercède par des soupirs inexprimables »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je n’ai pas posé des questions. Je n’avais pas le temps de prendre un cours de théologie, la prière était pour ce soir. J’ai lu le verset encore, c’était à cet instant, joues mouillées, j’ai commencé de prier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;« De même aussi l'Esprit nous aide dans notre faiblesse, car nous ne savons pas ce qu'il nous convient de demander dans nos prières. Mais l'Esprit lui-même intercède par des soupirs inexprimables »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le souvenir le plus cher de ma mère m’était évoqué sans que je le sache. Moi, à l’époque, j’avais à peine sept ans. Je jouais dehors et elle m’attendait sur la grande balancelle. Elle m’a regardais souriante et bras ouverts, j’ai couru et à l’instant même j’étais enveloppé par ses bras, sa présence. La mémoire de ma mère avant sa maladie m’a fait versé des larmes encore, mais cette fois une joie rayonnée de mon être. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J’ai continuai l’exercice. Cette fois je me suis rappelée de sa fête d’anniversaire il y a deux ans. Elle était en forme ce jour-là, malgré les mois passés. On avait tant d’espoir on voyant sa sourire. Le gâteau chocolat-framboise qu’elle avait fait maison, reste encore le meilleur gâteau que nous n’avons jamais goûté. Adoration remontait en moi, mes joues étaient tendues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En suite je l’ai vu dansé. J’ai réparé le lieu tout de suite. C’était ma fête de mariage, quelques années avant qu’elle connût cette maladie. Elle dansait. Elle riait. Elle tournait comme une princesse, comme une danseuse étoile. Un cri a jailli de mon esprit. Mon seul vœu, compris enfin, avec joie et adoration et maintenant un désir. Qu’elle puisse être renouvelée, qu’elle redevient ENTIÈRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les souvenirs de mon mariage continuaient. Elle tournait et dansait avec moi, avec mon père. Sa robe en soie flottait sur la scène de danse. Et soudain, dehors !  Elle dansait dans le plus beau jardin que je n’ai jamais vu. Elle tournait, elle sautait, elle bondait, elle courait avec l’énergie de sa jeunesse. Comme elle est belle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toute la nuit elle dansait dans mes prières et mes rêves. Le jour s’est levé. J’ai prié encore avec chaque image qui m’est venue, comme une langue inconnue, mais comprise profondément. La santé effervescente, une coupe de joie qui déborde, l’énergie illimitée, un corps plein de forces, la paix qui surpasse toute intelligence, l’optimisme d’une femme abondamment aimé. Ce jardin représente l’avenir que je souhaite pour ma mère. J’ai demandait à Dieu de produire cet état « jardin » dans ma mère. Dieu est bon il ne veut que nos meilleurs avenirs, j’avais confiance qu’il le fera. Pour moi, pour ma mère, pour sa gloire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J’ignorais encore de quel côté de l’éternité, il allait la guérir. Mais ma confiance est ainsi, Jésus est mort et ressuscité pour que nous aillions la vie en abondance, et un avenir glorieux après la mort. Un jour, je verrai ma mère danser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-4400870214792633638?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/4400870214792633638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=4400870214792633638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/4400870214792633638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/4400870214792633638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2009/01/la-priere-sans-mots.html' title='La Prière Sans Mots'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-828682909572730933</id><published>2009-01-23T18:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T18:30:54.728+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prosyletism</title><content type='html'>Penn is a well-known magician and comedian. He is a vocal athiest that sometimes comes across as anti-religion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Penn for this video. It's a great conversation starter that is getting people talking all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='font-family:arial;font-size:12px;text-align:center;'&gt;&lt;embed allowFullScreen="true" src="http://crackle.com/p/Penn_Says/A_Gift_of_a_Bible.swf" width="400" height="328" quality="high" scale="noScale" FlashVars="id=2415037&amp;amp;ml=o%3D12%26fpl%3D328072%26fx%3D" wmode="window" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p&gt;From Crackle: &lt;a href='http://crackle.com/c/Penn_Says/A_Gift_of_a_Bible/2415037#ml=o%3d12%26fpl%3d328072%26fx%3d' title='A Gift of a Bible' style='text-decoration:none;font-weight:bold;overflow:hidden;text-overflow:ellipsis;word-wrap:break-word;'&gt;A Gift of a Bible&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create a pesudonym - Post Comments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-828682909572730933?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/828682909572730933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=828682909572730933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/828682909572730933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/828682909572730933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2009/01/prosyletism.html' title='Prosyletism'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-3723376015680062917</id><published>2009-01-23T18:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T18:29:23.421+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Enmity of Eternity</title><content type='html'>This world is full of &lt;br /&gt;Shadows reign in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Alleys of a man's&lt;br /&gt;Mind and you very own&lt;br /&gt;Heart stab&lt;br /&gt;Blinding light invades&lt;br /&gt;Darkness hates&lt;br /&gt;Light penetrates&lt;br /&gt;Shadows have no power against&lt;br /&gt;Joy to the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- by Nichole Plaster&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-3723376015680062917?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/3723376015680062917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=3723376015680062917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/3723376015680062917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/3723376015680062917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2009/01/enmity-of-eternity.html' title='Enmity of Eternity'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-5302881947142513836</id><published>2009-01-23T18:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:05:54.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La Soupe Populaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d156/plastersofparis/soupepopulaire.jpg?t=1232727638"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d156/plastersofparis/soupepopulaire.jpg?t=1232727638" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the street this spot looks like any other little mom and pop restaurant in the neighborhood. The storefront is composed of one door and one window and a little awning that stretches into the street. The storefront is painted entirely in red, with no special attention shown to the charming traditional wood trimmings masked behind the smear of paint that blends all surfaces into one big red edifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived this morning in front of the calm empty restaurant there were already several men sitting outside on the front stoop waiting for the soup kitchen to begin it's service. Inside the volunteers were warming soup and beef burgundy for the weary guests. The decorations are warm and grandmotherly. Crocheted doilies draped over the lights. Lace curtains hang in the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is a calm refuge and the most orderly kitchen I've ever seen. Throughout the lunch time one of the volunteers stands at the door and distribute numbers to each guest who comes by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we set the tables, napkin, spoon, big chunk of bread, yogurt, and finally the hot food. Two army style cantine bowls are super-imposed upon each other. The one on the bottom containing the main dish, today it was beef burgundy on a bed of noodles or white beans depending on how early you arrived. The top dish was piping hot with a nice bouillon based soup, perhaps a little watered down, but this was the only element that was all you can eat - and did they eat it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all of the tables are set and served with food, the first 35 were invited to enter and take their seats. And with them the odor of sweat and dirty hair began to penetrate the lovely smell of food. The joy with which they took off their gloves and basked in the warm room soon makes you forget what odors may be. We gladly carried their stainless steel soup bowls back to the kitchen to be refilled time and time again. Until everyone had eaten their fill. Then we started all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would fill the restaurant 4 times before everyone had been served. Of course one or two enthusiastic guests would exit the door only to take another number and return again with the next group seated. At one point I overheard the cooks giggling in the kitchen, "There don't seam to be as many sneaking in for a second serving as usual." "That's because they're used to getting mashed potatoes," was the reply with a wink, "They love the mashed potatoes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the lunch hour drew on I got to chat with the volunteers. You couldn't find a better ambiance to work in. Kind hearted souls talked about their lives and what brought them here. And I found out that the volunteer with the longest history at this center was not present today, apparently the priest at the Saint-Sulpice Church has been volunteering at this soup kitchen for 40 years! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.'" Mathew 25:40&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-5302881947142513836?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/5302881947142513836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=5302881947142513836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/5302881947142513836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/5302881947142513836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2009/01/la-soupe-populaire.html' title='La Soupe Populaire'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-6316456559616963884</id><published>2009-01-10T18:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T18:36:08.118+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Wildlife</title><content type='html'>I don't know what you were doing on the first of January, but at our house we were playing with the wildlife. We found this gentle beast outside in the snow eating our hedges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid35.photobucket.com/albums/d156/plastersofparis/DSCF0880.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my brother Chris, his fiancee Jacki and my mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-6316456559616963884?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/6316456559616963884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=6316456559616963884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/6316456559616963884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/6316456559616963884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-wildlife.html' title='New Years Wildlife'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-6746495519716268295</id><published>2008-12-31T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T14:16:05.670+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Paradigm ...</title><content type='html'>Well guarded; yet exposed. With greatest intentions sought and worst mistakes succumb. With the coming of a new year 2008, we will turn our attention to a subject of which we are all passionate. A subject that encompasses our greatest hopes, ever so allusive. Come read our journal ramblings about Love Life in our new series entitled A New Paradigm. In no other pursuit do you invest so much, so willingly, only to have your deepest fears discovered. Pour yourself a coffee, post your Love Life philosophy, hopes and dreams. Our forum is a safe place to disagree and develop your own thoughts, free from the world’s kinky jokes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-6746495519716268295?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/6746495519716268295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/6746495519716268295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-paradigm.html' title='A New Paradigm ...'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-3249002298666197776</id><published>2008-11-08T18:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:29:03.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'>URGENCE POUR LES CHRETIENS D'INDE</title><content type='html'>Violences en Inde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des dizaines de chrétiens assassinés, 4000 habitations détruites, des centaines d’églises dévastées, plus de 60 000 réfugiés dans les forêts ou dans des camps depuis la fin du mois d’août. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.portesouvertes.fr/fr/petition-inde-accueil.php"&gt;Je participe à la pétition en faveur des chrétiens d'Inde&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-3249002298666197776?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/3249002298666197776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=3249002298666197776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/3249002298666197776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/3249002298666197776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/11/urgence-pour-les-chretiens-dinde.html' title='URGENCE POUR LES CHRETIENS D&apos;INDE'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-4559639622209142723</id><published>2008-11-08T17:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T17:39:29.808+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crise - Intérior</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cnPY56fyKeQ&amp;hl=fr&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cnPY56fyKeQ&amp;hl=fr&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-4559639622209142723?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/4559639622209142723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=4559639622209142723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/4559639622209142723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/4559639622209142723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/11/crise-intrior.html' title='Crise - Intérior'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-3650150620979032025</id><published>2008-11-08T17:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T17:39:58.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crise -Exterior</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V7HDwyuA2X0&amp;hl=fr&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V7HDwyuA2X0&amp;hl=fr&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-3650150620979032025?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/3650150620979032025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=3650150620979032025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/3650150620979032025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/3650150620979032025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/11/crise.html' title='Crise -Exterior'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-2908754744286312531</id><published>2008-10-13T16:51:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:58:12.176+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sondage</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://s3.polldaddy.com/p/993617.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt; &lt;a href ="http://answers.polldaddy.com/poll/993617/" &gt;Il n'y a ni bonheur ni malheur en ce monde, il y a la comparaison d'un etat a un autre, voila tout.&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:9px;"&gt; (&lt;a href ="http://www.polldaddy.com"&gt;  surveys&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-2908754744286312531?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/2908754744286312531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=2908754744286312531' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/2908754744286312531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/2908754744286312531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/10/sondage_1375.html' title='Sondage'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-7768013928414287051</id><published>2008-10-13T14:20:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:53:28.546+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment Aimer ? VF</title><content type='html'>Hier, alors que je discutais avec une personne que j'apprécie particulièrement, quelque chose m'interpella. Ce n'était rien de nouveau, mais cette fois-ci ça sonnait différemment. C'était peut-être dû à la personne qui l'a suggéré, néomoins il a fait vibrer la corde sensible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'avais devant moi quelqu'un que je pouvais vraiment aimer. Je me suis alors demandée ce que veut dire « vraiment aimer » ? Pour le moment il y a trop d'obstacles dans ma vie: je ne suis pas encore installée, je voyage à travers le monde, je ne sais pas ce que je veux, je ne sais même pas vraiment qui je suis. Comment pourrais-je alors franchir le cap de dire « je t'aime » ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fait, je ne sais pas grand-chose de la personne que j'avais devant moi ce jour-là, si ce n'est cette impression d'une connexion particulière avec elle. Mais quelque chose de profond m'est apparu. Ce n'était pas la première fois, mais cette fois-ci, ça avait plus sens pour moi. Si je crois en Dieu ? Ma réponse : Je ne sais pas. Je fus alors frappée par la question qui s'imposa indirectement à moi: comment peux-tu aimer si tu n'aimes pas Dieu et si tu n'acceptes pas Son amour en retour ? Je m'avance peut-être, mais je crois qu'il n'est pas possible d'aimer et d'accepter d'être aimé en retour à moins de soi même aimer Dieu. Si je n'accepte pas l'amour de Dieu, mon parcours sera toujours entravé d'une manière ou d'une autre. Y compris pour ce qui est de mon amour propre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors voilà, mon "ange" m'a donc fait comprendre hier qu'aimer "Dieu" c'est aimer aussi tout ce qui nous entoure, tout ce que nous voyons, entendons ou sentons. "Accepter Son amour",  c'est apprécier tout ce qu'Il nous donne. Aussi étrange que cela puisse paraître, même si tu ne crois pas en Dieu ou que tu crois en un autre dieu, aimer et accepter l'amour en reconnaissance de tout ce que tu reçois, quelle qu'en soit la quantité, libérera ton âme. Cette liberté t'ouvrira à tout ceux que tu rencontres et t'empêchera de juger les autres ou de t'éloigner d'eux à cause de secrets ou de peurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La forme d'amour la plus simple consiste à aimer Dieu et à accepter Son amour en retour. Aimer ainsi c'est lâcher-prises et accepter son destin, en sachant que toutes nos décisions seront acceptées et encouragées qu'importe ce que dira notre entourage (parents ou amis). C'est ce qui nous permet d'être vraiment libres de chercher le véritable sens de l'amour envers nos amis et envers soi-même. Mais c'est aussi rechercher des rapports plus profonds pour des relations potentielles sans craindre le rejet ou l'incompatibilité.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfin, n'est-ce pas précisément ce que Jésus nous a appris ?  ... « Aime Dieu », « Aime ton voisin ». C'est très simple. Accepter de le faire va te libérer !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est certainement plus facile à dire qu'à faire, mais si j'arrive à accomplir ces deux tâches toutes simples, je n'aurais peut-être pas à me demander « ce que je veux », « qui je suis » ou encore « où j'en suis ». Mon âme pourrait être libérée si j'étais simplement moi même et si je laissais Dieu me guider vers ma destinée...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merci Anne...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-to-love.html"&gt;Voir Version Anglais&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-7768013928414287051?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/7768013928414287051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=7768013928414287051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/7768013928414287051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/7768013928414287051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/10/comment-aimer-vf.html' title='Comment Aimer ? VF'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-6488534360730795821</id><published>2008-10-03T00:55:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:00:02.087+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Monte Cristo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/SOyDSv4wiKI/AAAAAAAAADI/U2KLuX8hOEA/s1600-h/montecristo"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/SOyDSv4wiKI/AAAAAAAAADI/U2KLuX8hOEA/s320/montecristo" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254719223349938338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;« Il n'y a ni bonheur ni malheur en ce monde, il y a la comparaison d'un état à un autre, voilà tout. » - Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vrai ou Faux ?  Sondage sur les rues de Paris.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-6488534360730795821?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/6488534360730795821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=6488534360730795821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/6488534360730795821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/6488534360730795821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/10/monte-cristo.html' title='Monte Cristo'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/SOyDSv4wiKI/AAAAAAAAADI/U2KLuX8hOEA/s72-c/montecristo' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-8148301928216217643</id><published>2008-10-01T16:03:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T00:50:01.916+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinistrose</title><content type='html'>« Inhibition de la bonne volonté et du désir de récupération. »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/SOOGxWmeW4I/AAAAAAAAACI/MI0a6fJoQRM/s1600-h/pouting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/SOOGxWmeW4I/AAAAAAAAACI/MI0a6fJoQRM/s320/pouting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252189772882795394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment combattre la sinistrose ? Pourtant qu'il faut le faire. Je suis convaincu que la plupart des cas de déprime sont à la base un simple cas de sinistrose. Eh, non, la sinistrose n'est pas du tout simple. Mais, il se guérit sans des médicaments avec une simple ordonnance ; « Veillons les uns sur les autres pour nous inciter à l'amour et aux œuvres bonnes. » — Hébreux 10.24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venez voir la pertinence de ce proverbe à notre événement Nuit Blanche samedi soir. RSVP pour dîner avec nous avant la sortie en ville. Pour plus de renseignements email : cafepetal@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-8148301928216217643?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/8148301928216217643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=8148301928216217643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/8148301928216217643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/8148301928216217643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/10/sinistrose.html' title='Sinistrose'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/SOOGxWmeW4I/AAAAAAAAACI/MI0a6fJoQRM/s72-c/pouting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-8976685650691729334</id><published>2008-09-23T13:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:43:29.533+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Une Lecture à Partager</title><content type='html'>J'ai lu ce texte récemment, elle m'a beaucoup touché.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abraham ... partit, sans savoir où il allait." Hébreux 11, v.8&lt;br /&gt;Avez-vous tout quitté, comme Abraham ?  Dans ce cas, logiquement, vous ne pouvez rien répondre quand on vous demande ce que vous allez faire !  Vous ne le savez pas mais votre seule certitude, c'est que Dieu sait ce qu'il fait.  Examinez aujourd'hui votre attitude envers Dieu.  Est-ce l'abandon total, la confiance entière ?  S'il en est ainsi vous serez continuellement émerveillés, car vous ne savez pas où Dieu va vous conduire.  Chaque matin, au réveil, vous allez au-devant de la journée, appuyés sur Dieu.  &lt;&lt;ne&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il est bien le Dieu dont l'amour se révèle quand vous vous tenez tout prés de Lui, mais vos soucis l'offensent !  Abandonnez-lui toute votre existence et elle aura un charme ineffable qui réjouira Jésus !  Apprenons à sortir de nous-mêmes, à abandonner convictions, doctrines et expériences, jusqu'à ce qu'il n'y ait plus rien entre nous et Dieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Oswald Chambers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/ne&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/5290375322480002347-8976685650691729334?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/8976685650691729334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=8976685650691729334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/8976685650691729334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/8976685650691729334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='Une Lecture à Partager'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-6971245797314635957</id><published>2008-09-08T17:07:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:54:49.046+02:00</updated><title type='text'>how to love? VO</title><content type='html'>I was having an interesting conversation with a pretty amazing person yesterday, and something was brought to my attention, not for the first time, but for the first time it rang true to me. Perhaps it was because the person who suggested it to me struck such a chord, but there it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in front of me was someone that I could truly love. But then I ask myself what is it to truly love? Here was someone before me that I felt I could "love". Yet, I have so many hold-ups. Eg, I'm not settled, I'm travelling the world, I don't know what I want, I don't even know who I am. So, how can I make the step to say "I love you"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don't know anything about the person in front of me that day other than the feeling of connection. But a profound thing that was presented. Not for the first time, but for the first time it meant something to me. Do you believe in God? My answer - I don't know. And then in a round about kind of way it struck me through what was being asked, which was, how can you love if you don't love God and accept his love in return? Maybe I'm reading too much into this, but it fell deep that its true that I cannot truly love and accept love in return unless I love God. If I don't accept God's love, then I will always have hold-backs. And this includes in my love of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the thing. It was pointed out yesterday by my "angel" that to love "God" is to love all that is around you. To love all you see, hear and feel. And to "accept His love" is to appreciate everything that He is offering us.  Its quite a bizarre idea, but even if you don't necessarily believe in "God", or that you believe in a different god, potentially by loving and accepting love for all we have (no matter how little or how much) will free the soul. This freedom will open us up to all that we meet and reduce the likelihood of judging others and closing ourselves to others with secrets and fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simplest form of love is to "Love God" and to "Accept His Love" in return. To do this is to LET GO and accept your fate, knowing that all your decisions will be accepted and supported regardless of what our "human" support groups may say (eg, parents or friends). This allows us to be truly free to explore the truer meaning of love of our friends, of ourselves and to explore those deeper connections for potential relationships without fear of rejection or incompatibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ultimately, isn't all this what Jesus taught us... "Love God", "Love thy neighbour". Simple really. And to accept to do it should make you free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its probably more simply said than done. But if I achieve these two seemingly simple tasks, maybe even though I won't need to ask myself the question of "what I want", "who am I" and even "am I settled". It could free my soul to just be me and let God/fate guide me to my destiny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Anne....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/10/comment-aimer-vf.html"&gt;Voir Version Français&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-6971245797314635957?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/6971245797314635957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=6971245797314635957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/6971245797314635957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/6971245797314635957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-to-love.html' title='how to love? VO'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-1757111465788072472</id><published>2008-07-10T12:48:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T10:25:07.089+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aide humanitaire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solidarité'/><title type='text'>Humanitarian Aid and Soul Care</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FI2tceUD3os&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FI2tceUD3os&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about humanitarian aid, solidarity, and demonstrating Love... in the new edition of Café Petal. Starting Now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-1757111465788072472?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/1757111465788072472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=1757111465788072472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/1757111465788072472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/1757111465788072472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/07/humanitarian-aid-and-soul-care.html' title='Humanitarian Aid and Soul Care'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-6716331379419368382</id><published>2008-07-10T12:31:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T12:33:01.210+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What is Love'/><title type='text'>What is Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9npgs69FIiY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9npgs69FIiY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Clip. Thought Provoking. Which image best describes you? Leave comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-6716331379419368382?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/6716331379419368382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=6716331379419368382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/6716331379419368382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/6716331379419368382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-9076455555934501469</id><published>2008-07-10T11:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T12:14:05.658+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Grand Amour Exist-il Encore ?</title><content type='html'>Le grand amour c'est un état d'esprit d'un couple qui ne cherche que la meilleur.&lt;br /&gt;True Love is the state of mind of a couple commited to finding the best in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't settle for second best.&lt;br /&gt;Consider this Proverb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Better&lt;/b&gt; to live on a corner of the roof  than share a house with a quarrelsome &lt;b&gt;wife&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't settle for fleeting happiness in what feels good today.&lt;br /&gt;Consider the future, start carving your future today.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't settle for the corner of the roof.&lt;br /&gt;Consider your true love is also waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;Promise yourself the best.&lt;br /&gt;Guard yourself for when your true love finds you.&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the best.&lt;br /&gt;Be the person true love seeks!&lt;br /&gt;Be that person today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need help email our counselors at: cafepetal@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-9076455555934501469?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/9076455555934501469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=9076455555934501469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/9076455555934501469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/9076455555934501469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/07/le-grand-amour-exist-il-encore.html' title='Le Grand Amour Exist-il Encore ?'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-9155790315827138972</id><published>2008-05-07T15:35:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:38:02.477+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Les Règles de Jeu ont Changé ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/SCG6VB_j9sI/AAAAAAAAACA/M83lA4YpD7w/s1600-h/meetic.php"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/SCG6VB_j9sI/AAAAAAAAACA/M83lA4YpD7w/s320/meetic.php" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197640315437315778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Selon MEETIC "Les Règles de Jeu ont Changé" Mais selon l'autour de jeu, non.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceux qui change les règles de jeu aujourd'hui, change aussi le but de jeu, n'est-ce pas ?  Trouvé un concubine, c'est facile à Paris.  "Gagné" une belle maison, un beau enfant ; ça aussi ils y arrivent, mais suivit par un divorce quelques années plus tard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le but de jeu, je vous rappelle : &lt;a href="http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/03/lhomme-de-ma-vie.html"&gt;C'est l'homme de ta vie !&lt;/a&gt;  C'est le grand amour !  C'est le paix avec Dieu !  C'est une relation fiable !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="normal1"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"La charité est patiente, elle est pleine de bonté ; la charité n'est point envieuse ; la charité ne se vante point, elle ne s'enfle point d'orgueil, elle ne fait rien de malhonnête, elle ne cherche point son intérêt, elle ne s'irrite point, elle ne soupçonne point le mal, elle ne se réjouit point de l'injustice, mais elle se réjouit de la vérité ; elle excuse tout, elle croit tout, elle espère tout, elle supporte tout." 1 Corinthiens 13.4-7&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Grand Amour, est-ce que c'est ça que tu cherches ?  Trouveras toi ça avec les nouvelles règles ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the rules of the game? What is the goal of the game? Can we change the rules without altering the ultimate goal? You tell me ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-9155790315827138972?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/9155790315827138972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=9155790315827138972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/9155790315827138972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/9155790315827138972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/05/les-rgles-de-jeu-ont-chang.html' title='Les Règles de Jeu ont Changé ?'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/SCG6VB_j9sI/AAAAAAAAACA/M83lA4YpD7w/s72-c/meetic.php' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-3862666812338470976</id><published>2008-05-05T18:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:38:02.649+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivre Maritalement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/R_UOcOguczI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6Iqr8-7DIaQ/s1600-h/jardin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/R_UOcOguczI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6Iqr8-7DIaQ/s320/jardin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185066424081478450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Je n'appartiens à personne, mais après le mariage je serai entièrement à toi.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais si on vie déjà en concubinage.  À quoi ça sert le mariage ?  Toute la beauté, de cette transition permanent entre future femme et mari &amp;amp; épouse, fane.  Rien ne change de jour au lendemain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En revanche, ça changera si on se sépare: Supposons qu'aujourd'hui nous habitons ensemble, mais dans deux ans je serais marié avec quelqu'un d'autre, et toi aussi.  Alors, c'est l'adultère si on se couche ensemble dans deux ans.  Mais, pourquoi n'est-il pas aujourd'hui?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oui, mais ça coute cher le mariage ...&lt;br /&gt;Mais si la future femme et le future mari sont un bon parti, les invités se régalent, et prennent plaisir à assister la fête. Souvent on rêve du mariage parfait, élégant et grandioses. Or, une fête avec tout la splendeur du monde, après 10 ans de concubinage, ça signifie rien. Et si le conseil qu'on vous donne c'est, "d'attendre jusqu'à ce que vous avez plus argent pour la fête."  Moi je dis qu'on a probablement les doutes sur l'amour.  Même les familles modeste trouvent les moyens pour une fête élégante quand ils s'aiment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-3862666812338470976?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/3862666812338470976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=3862666812338470976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/3862666812338470976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/3862666812338470976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/05/vivre-maritalement.html' title='Vivre Maritalement'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/R_UOcOguczI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6Iqr8-7DIaQ/s72-c/jardin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-8199692178922695383</id><published>2008-05-01T17:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:38:03.338+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coeur et Âme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/R_UDnOgucyI/AAAAAAAAABw/HngRTiLXWsw/s1600-h/Prewedding_20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/R_UDnOgucyI/AAAAAAAAABw/HngRTiLXWsw/s320/Prewedding_20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185054518432133922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Le Temps n'est pas seulement une réalité passagère. Il ne passe jamais sans imprimer sa marque sur un cœur." - Ravi Zacharias&lt;/blockquote&gt;Est-ce que ça t'as déjà arrivé de regretter quelques choses ?  Tout comme les images d'un film d'horreur qui huant la nuit, les mémoires des regrets resteront avec nous tout la vie.  Il exist aucun moyen d'effacer la mémoire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C'est à dire : Le sillon de chaque expérience dans la vie laisse sur le cœur ses traces aussi douloureux qu'ils soient doux.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Pas avant le mariage, n'est pas seulement une veille coutume dépassée.  C'est un véritable conseil pour éviter la peine inutile des expériences sexuelles, le cœur brisé et les mauvaises souvenirs qui les accompagne.  Et puis, il nous apporte la bénédiction de Dieu. C'est plus pertinent aujourd'hui que jamais.  Conduire ta vie avec sagesse.  Ne t'appuie pas sur les conseils du cinéma et d'une culture qui a échoué au sujet d'amour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fondes une relation sur les bonnes bases.  Le plus important c'est d'apprendre à s'aimer. (Non pas faire l'amour, du tout façon cette connaissance viendra toute seule n'est-ce pas ?)  Prends plus de temps à préparé ton esprit aux essentiels et à bâtir une amitié qui durera toujours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-8199692178922695383?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/8199692178922695383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=8199692178922695383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/8199692178922695383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/8199692178922695383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/05/coeur-et-me.html' title='Coeur et Âme'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/R_UDnOgucyI/AAAAAAAAABw/HngRTiLXWsw/s72-c/Prewedding_20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-1981142682143560654</id><published>2008-04-02T18:33:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:38:03.479+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Disputes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/R_PAVegucxI/AAAAAAAAABo/OVljFzyIxE8/s1600-h/argue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/R_PAVegucxI/AAAAAAAAABo/OVljFzyIxE8/s320/argue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184699071233684242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Deux personnes ne peux pas disputer si l'un d'entre eux ne le veut pas."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-1981142682143560654?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/1981142682143560654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=1981142682143560654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/1981142682143560654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/1981142682143560654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/04/disputes.html' title='Disputes'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/R_PAVegucxI/AAAAAAAAABo/OVljFzyIxE8/s72-c/argue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-8660883130241363938</id><published>2008-04-02T17:48:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:38:03.668+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Apprentice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/R_O1PegucwI/AAAAAAAAABg/v9P2dhsZ2xw/s1600-h/love_barbados_hilton_8722_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/R_O1PegucwI/AAAAAAAAABg/v9P2dhsZ2xw/s320/love_barbados_hilton_8722_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184686873526563586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How can you learn to love without surrounding yourself with good examples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't convinced that my parents were the best examples, so I intentionally sought out families and couples that I saw were doing a good job.  I surrounded myself with friends who grew up in loving homes, who knew and understood love. When I found a couple that were good models for me, I never let them go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of us can, by following only bad examples, better ourselves on our own?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-8660883130241363938?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/8660883130241363938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=8660883130241363938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/8660883130241363938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/8660883130241363938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/04/apprentice.html' title='The Apprentice'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/R_O1PegucwI/AAAAAAAAABg/v9P2dhsZ2xw/s72-c/love_barbados_hilton_8722_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-94398704024664508</id><published>2008-04-01T16:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:38:05.874+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conseil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meilleur ami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='règle d&apos;or'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiancé'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bâtir une relation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l&apos;homme de ma vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copain'/><title type='text'>La fable du coeur arraché</title><content type='html'>Celui-là n'est pas dans la Bible, mais c'est une histoire forte intéressante :&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/R_D5yugucrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/E8FAYsKU-SU/s1600-h/Broken_Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/R_D5yugucrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/E8FAYsKU-SU/s320/Broken_Heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183917820977509042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Le cœur brisé, pourquoi est-ce qu'on explique ça comme ça ? On ma toujours expliqué comme ceci :&lt;br /&gt;Chaque être à un cœur, mais un seul. Quand on aime quelqu'un les cœurs se connecte. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/R_D8ZOguctI/AAAAAAAAABI/zay32TDHVuU/s1600-h/twoHearts.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/R_D8ZOguctI/AAAAAAAAABI/zay32TDHVuU/s320/twoHearts.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183920681425728210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Les relations humains sont fait pour avancer non pas pour retourner en arrière. Et si l'un des deux meurt une petite partie du cœur s'arrache. Et si un des deux choisit de terminer la relation, pareil. Après chaque blessure le cœur cicatrice, mais elle a du mal. Et les amoureux sont les relations les plus complexe, ils ne sont pas simplement touché, ils sont entremêlé.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/R_D8Y-gucsI/AAAAAAAAABA/E8iuXyFHJ78/s1600-h/laliqueheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/R_D8Y-gucsI/AAAAAAAAABA/E8iuXyFHJ78/s320/laliqueheart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183920677130760898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Comment revenir en arrière sans être blesser par ça ? C'est normale que tu sois malheureuse. Les cœurs sont fait pour agrandir ensemble non pas pour arracher. Mais comment éviter ce sort de peine ? Protège-toi. Si l'amour physique avance plus vite que l'engagement affectif, tu n'a aucun assurance que ça dure, et quand c'est fini ça fait mal.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/R_ECZOgucvI/AAAAAAAAABY/4lrUPIjzJL0/s1600-h/holding+BrokenHeart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/R_ECZOgucvI/AAAAAAAAABY/4lrUPIjzJL0/s320/holding+BrokenHeart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183927278495494898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pour beaucoup, ils trouvent que c'est plus facile de sortir avec leur ex, que d'avancer dans le chemin avec la moitié d'un cœur. Ou bien, le cœur n'apprend plus à aimer, mais à satisfaire ces désirs. (Voir sur le post &lt;a href="http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/03/la-rgle-dor.html"&gt;La Règle d'Or&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N'arrêtes jamais l'apprentissage de l'amour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-94398704024664508?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/94398704024664508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=94398704024664508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/94398704024664508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/94398704024664508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/04/la-fable-du-coeur-arrach.html' title='La fable du coeur arraché'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/R_D5yugucrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/E8FAYsKU-SU/s72-c/Broken_Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-8593007835304767736</id><published>2008-04-01T16:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:00:07.502+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conseil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meilleur ami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiancé'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bâtir une relation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l&apos;homme de ma vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copain'/><title type='text'>L'amour vs La Manipulation</title><content type='html'>Pourquoi les gens confondent l'amour et la manipulation ? Est-ce qu'on connaît si mal l'amour ?&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v_AuYaP-SO8&amp;amp;hl=fr"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v_AuYaP-SO8&amp;amp;hl=fr" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-8593007835304767736?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/8593007835304767736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=8593007835304767736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/8593007835304767736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/8593007835304767736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/04/lamour-vs-la-manipulation.html' title='L&apos;amour vs La Manipulation'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-2895305192020414779</id><published>2008-04-01T16:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T02:09:53.271+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conseil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meilleur ami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiancé'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bâtir une relation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l&apos;homme de ma vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copain'/><title type='text'>À quoi ça sert l'amour ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XvHh7wd__qg&amp;amp;hl=fr"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XvHh7wd__qg&amp;amp;hl=fr" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Et vous, comment répondez-vous à sa question ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-2895305192020414779?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/2895305192020414779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=2895305192020414779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/2895305192020414779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/2895305192020414779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/04/quoi-sert-lamour.html' title='À quoi ça sert l&apos;amour ?'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-2002614321349108995</id><published>2008-03-31T18:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T18:11:48.228+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conseil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meilleur ami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiancé'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bâtir une relation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l&apos;homme de ma vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copain'/><title type='text'>Modern Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6tcDOguwZJM&amp;amp;hl=fr"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6tcDOguwZJM&amp;amp;hl=fr" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Si tu cherches une romance, tu trouveras une romance. Si tu cherches un concubin, tu trouveras un concubin. Si tu cherches un ami pour la vie, qu'est-ce que tu trouves ?&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lQ8FG395q-w&amp;amp;hl=fr"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lQ8FG395q-w&amp;amp;hl=fr" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Quand tu rencontres ton meilleur ami, c'est simple, c'est pure, c'est facile, c'est transparent.&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jbnF_nGW__4&amp;amp;hl=fr"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jbnF_nGW__4&amp;amp;hl=fr" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Épouses ton meilleur ami.(Voir le post : &lt;a href="http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/01/marry-your-best-friend_2284.html"&gt;Marry Your Best Friend&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-2002614321349108995?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/2002614321349108995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=2002614321349108995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/2002614321349108995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/2002614321349108995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/03/modern-love.html' title='Modern Love'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-5764171884419158717</id><published>2008-03-31T16:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T14:48:03.103+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conseil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amitié'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communiquer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bâtir une relation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moralité'/><title type='text'>L'Honnêteté</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/402170458_a4b6ad9072_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/402170458_a4b6ad9072_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'honnêteté se développè.&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi pense-tu que tu sortira mieux si tu prétend d'être quelqu'un autre que toi-même ?&lt;br /&gt;Sois Honnête ; clair, non pas ambigu ; la crainte de l'honnêteté est toujours pire que la conversation qui suit.&lt;br /&gt;Une vrai amour est fondé sur l'honnêteté.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-5764171884419158717?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/5764171884419158717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=5764171884419158717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/5764171884419158717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/5764171884419158717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/03/lhonntet.html' title='L&apos;Honnêteté'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-2776894923159035528</id><published>2008-03-23T00:21:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T15:57:07.317+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amitié'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Because I&apos;m a Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss'/><title type='text'>Le clip qui m'a fait pleurer toute une semaine :</title><content type='html'>Très beau !  Une véritable oeuvre d'art !  J'ai longuement hésité de poster ce clip. S'il te plaît, évites de le regarder si t'es en crise. Elle m'a mené presque au point de déprime. C'est plus qu'un clip c'est une expérience existentielle. Dit moi comment tu le vis.&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DzDtoWp1NIA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DzDtoWp1NIA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Les images qui nous touchent au fond du cœur nous poussent à améliorer. J'aimerai tellement maîtriser l'amour...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-2776894923159035528?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/2776894923159035528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=2776894923159035528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/2776894923159035528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/2776894923159035528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/03/le-clip-qui-ma-fait-pleurer-toute-une.html' title='Le clip qui m&apos;a fait pleurer toute une semaine :'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-452559492296229198</id><published>2008-03-22T16:10:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T15:20:32.570+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paradis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amitié'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualité'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dieu'/><title type='text'>Ma Famille</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.confluxfestival.org/conflux2007/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.confluxfestival.org/conflux2007/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/hug.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher ami, tu me pousses à la solidarité et convivialité.  Je t'ai déjà dit que j'ai besoin de toi.  La terre &lt;span class="normal1"&gt;a été soumise à la vanité.&lt;/span&gt; Seule l'amour peut l'affronter.  Tu es mon frère, mais sera-t-il pas beau de nommer le même Père ?  Comme ça nous resterons frangins pour toujours !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="normal1"&gt;"Si vous vivez selon la chair, vous mourrez ; mais si par l'Esprit vous faites mourir les actions du corps, vous vivrez, &lt;a name="14" id="14"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="bibleref"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;car tous ceux qui sont conduits par l'Esprit de Dieu sont fils de Dieu.&lt;a name="15" id="15"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="bibleref"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Et vous n'avez point reçu un esprit de servitude, pour être encore dans la crainte ; mais vous avez reçu un Esprit d'adoption, par lequel nous crions : Abba ! Père !" - Romains 8.13-15&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/5290375322480002347-452559492296229198?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/452559492296229198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=452559492296229198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/452559492296229198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/452559492296229198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/03/ma-famille.html' title='Ma Famille'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-3985575167646197293</id><published>2008-03-22T15:53:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T23:27:13.142+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meilleur ami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiancé'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bâtir une relation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l&apos;homme de ma vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copain'/><title type='text'>L'Homme de Ma Vie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://maviemonpatrimoine.lacapitale.com/pages/images/PensezEntete/Img_MariageInt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://maviemonpatrimoine.lacapitale.com/pages/images/PensezEntete/Img_MariageInt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On dit pas, *c'est l'homme d'aujourd'hui, ni *c'est la femme de cette année. Non, parce-que L'homme de ma vie, c'est pour toujours !&lt;br /&gt;Mais comment savoir qu'il est le bon ?  Après avoir consulter les derniers posts, il me reste un dernier conseil à donner :&lt;br /&gt;Demandes à ton Créateur.&lt;br /&gt;Il t'aime.&lt;br /&gt;Il te souhaite que des bonnes choses.&lt;br /&gt;Il aimera tant benir la rélation.&lt;br /&gt;Demandes à lui son avis.&lt;br /&gt;Tu ne sais pas par ou commencer ?  &lt;br /&gt;Prenons un café ... Je te guiderai ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-3985575167646197293?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/3985575167646197293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=3985575167646197293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/3985575167646197293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/3985575167646197293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/03/lhomme-de-ma-vie.html' title='L&apos;Homme de Ma Vie'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-8067256841387343482</id><published>2008-03-22T14:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T15:51:39.721+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conseil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiancé'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bâtir une relation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l&apos;homme de ma vie'/><title type='text'>“Oui”, mais sous conditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ecole-art-aix.fr/IMG/jpg/psy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.ecole-art-aix.fr/IMG/jpg/psy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Que l’on ne se méprenne pas : le regain du mariage ne marque pas un retour au début du XXe siècle. « Autrefois, le mariage était une nécessité et une obligation à vie ; aujourd’hui, il est une institution que l’on choisit parmi d’autres schémas de vie – pacs, union libre – et, surtout, dont on peut sortir », explique François de Singly. D’après le sociologue, c’est de cette liberté que le mariage tire son succès actuel. &lt;b&gt;On s’unit parce qu’on le choisit, hors de toute contrainte sociale, familiale ou culturelle&lt;/b&gt;. On se dit « oui » pour la vie, mais en sachant bien que le mariage n’est plus une « condamnation à perpétuité » et que, dans le pire des cas, on pourra en sortir." - Psychologies&lt;/blockquote&gt; Et, si le mariage fait son success parce-qu'on peut sortir, pourquoi s'engager?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"« &lt;b&gt;Le mariage est devenu un engagement symbolique&lt;/b&gt;, constate Robert Neuburger, psychiatre et thérapeute spécialisé dans le couple et la famille. Concrètement, il n’engage plus à grand-chose. » Pour preuve : Alexandra conservera son nom de famille ; après leur mariage en juin, Paul et Marie-Cécile, 25 ans, garderont chacun leur appartement… Et comme la majorité des ménages, ils ont opté pour la formule « un compte commun, deux comptes séparés ». On veut être ensemble mais rester libres. Allier sécurité et liberté, telle est l’exigence paradoxale des jeunes mariés d’aujourd’hui." - Psychologies&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://campus.belmont.edu/honors/SinaiIcons/7thSinaiTripWing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://campus.belmont.edu/honors/SinaiIcons/7thSinaiTripWing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On m'a pressé d'exposer sur la rélation entre l'amour du couple et l'amour fraternel enseigné par Jésus. Voici une première réponse :&lt;br /&gt;L'essentiel de l'amour fraternel est cette règle d'or : &lt;span class="normal1"&gt;"Tout ce que vous voulez que les hommes fassent pour vous, faites-le de même pour eux." Et Jésus enseigne aussi la charité, au point qu'il nous conseil d'aller plus loin : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="normal1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Vous avez appris qu'il a été dit : oeil pour oeil, et dent pour dent. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mais moi, je vous dis de ne pas résister au méchant. Si quelqu'un te frappe sur la joue droite, présente-lui aussi l'autre. Si quelqu'un veut plaider contre toi, et prendre ta tunique, laisse-lui encore ton manteau. Si quelqu'un te force à faire un mille, fais-en deux avec lui. Donne à celui qui te demande, et ne te détourne pas de celui qui veut emprunter de toi. Vous avez appris qu'il a été dit : Tu aimeras ton prochain, et tu haïras ton ennemi. Mais moi, je vous dis : Aimez vos ennemis, bénissez ceux qui vous maudissent, faites du bien à ceux qui vous haïssent, et priez pour ceux qui vous maltraitent et qui vous persécutent, afin que vous soyez fils de votre Père qui est dans les cieux ; car il fait lever son soleil sur les méchants et sur les bons, et il fait pleuvoir sur les justes et sur les injustes. Si vous aimez ceux qui vous aiment, quelle récompense méritez-vous ?" Mathieu 5.38-46&lt;/blockquote&gt;Alors, si les inconnus méritent qu'on partage nos affaires mais on ne partage même pas nos biens avec celui qu'on dit "aimé" on a beaucoup à apprendre avant de mâitriser l'amour du couple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. La Bible n'est pas muet sur la sujet du couple non plus.&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/5290375322480002347-8067256841387343482?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/8067256841387343482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=8067256841387343482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/8067256841387343482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/8067256841387343482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/03/oui-mais-sous-conditions.html' title='“Oui”, mais sous conditions'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-7479202392254664732</id><published>2008-03-22T13:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:38:06.196+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='désirs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conseil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualité'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dieu'/><title type='text'>L'Anticipation Céleste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/R-pib-gucqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kMNzOK-w8DI/s1600-h/Heaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/R-pib-gucqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kMNzOK-w8DI/s320/Heaven.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182062554019426978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"La souveraine félicité de l'homme ici-bas est d'anticiper, si confusément que ce puisse être, la vision face-à-face de l'immobile éternité."    - Etienne Gilson&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-7479202392254664732?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/7479202392254664732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=7479202392254664732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/7479202392254664732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/7479202392254664732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/03/lanticipation-cleste.html' title='L&apos;Anticipation Céleste'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/R-pib-gucqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kMNzOK-w8DI/s72-c/Heaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-6898429441535465768</id><published>2008-03-22T12:11:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T23:25:34.448+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conseil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiancé'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bâtir une relation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l&apos;homme de ma vie'/><title type='text'>L'Anticipation Charnelle</title><content type='html'>"La plupart des voyages trouvent leur intéret dans l'anticipation qu'on en fait ou le souvenir qu'on en garde ; la réalité se limite le plus souvent à la perte de ses bagages." -Regina Nadelson&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mydreamwedding.ca/uploads/Image/Maggie/formal_wedding_updos_hairstyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.mydreamwedding.ca/uploads/Image/Maggie/formal_wedding_updos_hairstyle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;L'amour croit en la magie.&lt;br /&gt;L'amour épouse l'anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;Combien d'entre nous ont déjà baisé avant la traditionnelle phrase “&lt;b&gt;vous pouvez embrasser la mariée&lt;/b&gt;”. Pourquoi cette phrase, est elle là, s'il s'agit toujours de déjà-vu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'anticipation est une force vitale qui enrichisse la vie.&lt;br /&gt;C'est beau à voir et à vivre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://freethom.free.fr/blog/09-06/semaine2/16/full/SH102823%20%28Custom%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://freethom.free.fr/blog/09-06/semaine2/16/full/SH102823%20%28Custom%29.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-6898429441535465768?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/6898429441535465768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=6898429441535465768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/6898429441535465768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/6898429441535465768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/03/anticipation-charnel.html' title='L&apos;Anticipation Charnelle'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-3262564558465877359</id><published>2008-03-13T00:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T15:48:20.416+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualité'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dieu'/><title type='text'>Où la vie mènera-t-elle ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x4fejf&amp;v3=1&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x4fejf&amp;v3=1&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="336" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x4fejf_louis-vuitton-ou-la-vie-vous-menera_travel"&gt;Louis Vuitton - O&amp;ugrave; la vie vous m&amp;egrave;nera-t-elle ? - Pub TV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/LouisVuittonJourneys"&gt;LouisVuittonJourneys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-3262564558465877359?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/3262564558465877359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=3262564558465877359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/3262564558465877359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/3262564558465877359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-la-vie-mnera-t-elle.html' title='Où la vie mènera-t-elle ?'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-6072654651957630323</id><published>2008-03-09T14:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T15:51:39.723+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conseil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meilleur ami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiancé'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bâtir une relation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l&apos;homme de ma vie'/><title type='text'>La Plus Grande Amitié</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.keepingyourlovealive.com/iStock_000000701010Small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.keepingyourlovealive.com/iStock_000000701010Small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le mariage est la plus grande amitié de ta vie, bien sûr ça va aller de mieux en mieux tous les jours.&lt;br /&gt;Si ce n'est pas le cas ... ose-toi d'en parler avec les gens qui s'intéressent à votre couple, parles avec ton pasteur, laisse les commentaires sur le blog, appelles un ami.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-6072654651957630323?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/6072654651957630323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=6072654651957630323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/6072654651957630323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/6072654651957630323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/03/la-plus-gande-amiti.html' title='La Plus Grande Amitié'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-4057501109251450370</id><published>2008-03-01T13:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T15:09:30.078+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amitié'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brisé'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='règle d&apos;or'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='petit ami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bâtir une relation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copain'/><title type='text'>La Règle d'Or</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/25/63691498_174640c41b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/63691498_174640c41b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="normal1"&gt;Si tu cherche principalement ton bonheur, la relation sera gâché dès le départ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bâtir une relation c'est d'abord chercher le bonheur de l'autre.&lt;br /&gt;- Et moi, alors ?  J'ai mes droits aussi !&lt;br /&gt;- Et alors ?  Qu'est-ce que tu veux que je dis ?  C'est ça l'AMOUR.&lt;br /&gt;Si tu es intéressé plutôt par ton bonheur - tu as peut-être une romance, mais ce n'est pas l'AMOUR.&lt;br /&gt;Mais si tu l'AIME, c'est son bonheur qui te fait le plus plaisir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est le principe central des ensiegnements de Jésus d'ailleurs...&lt;br /&gt;"Tout ce que vous voulez que les hommes fassent pour vous, faites-le de même pour eux" Mathieu 7.12&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/5290375322480002347-4057501109251450370?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/4057501109251450370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=4057501109251450370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/4057501109251450370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/4057501109251450370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/03/la-rgle-dor.html' title='La Règle d&apos;Or'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-9028278023400000852</id><published>2008-02-21T11:31:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:38:06.442+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Le Monde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plaisirs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paradis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='désirs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualité'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='après'/><title type='text'>Le Monde Après</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/R8lR7pzTmwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/t28fUCQcox8/s1600-h/laportedumonde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/R8lR7pzTmwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/t28fUCQcox8/s320/laportedumonde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172755732286905090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On m'a envoyé cette citation récement, je le trouve tres beau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Je découvre en moi un désire insatiable, duquel aucune évènement de ce monde peut combler, l'explication le plus probable c'est que je suis fait pour un autre monde. Si aucun de mes plaisirs terrestres le satisfait, est-ce que l'univers est une fraude? Non. Peut-être les plaisirs terrestres n'étaient pas censé de les combler, mais ils réveillent les désirs, ils nous tentent, et ils nous font attendre jusqu'à ce qu'on découvre le vrai monde d'après." - Philip Yancey Rumors of Another World&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-9028278023400000852?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/9028278023400000852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=9028278023400000852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/9028278023400000852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/9028278023400000852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/02/faciliter-lamour.html' title='Le Monde Après'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTvddq6FtcQ/R8lR7pzTmwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/t28fUCQcox8/s72-c/laportedumonde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-7194697799188161010</id><published>2008-02-21T11:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T15:09:30.080+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amitié'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meilleur ami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brisé'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bâtir une relation'/><title type='text'>La Charité Couvre une Multitude de Péchés</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wininie23.w.i.pic.centerblog.net/qendy3ln.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://wininie23.w.i.pic.centerblog.net/qendy3ln.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Avant tout, ayez les uns pour les autres une ardente charité, car La charité couvre une multitude de péchés." 1 Pierre 4:8&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Si je t'ai blessé,&lt;br /&gt;Je n'ai pas fais exprès.&lt;br /&gt;Si je t'ai fais du mal,&lt;br /&gt;Laisses moi le corriger.&lt;br /&gt;Si je te fais de la peine&lt;br /&gt;Dis moi que j'ai tort,&lt;br /&gt;Mais ne doutes pas mon amitié.&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime.&lt;br /&gt;Je t'adore.&lt;br /&gt;Ce n'est pas parce-que&lt;br /&gt;Je suis une pécheur que&lt;br /&gt;Notre amitié ne vaut rien...&lt;br /&gt;Au contraire, aujourd'hui&lt;br /&gt;J'ai besoin de toi&lt;br /&gt;Plus que jamais."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S'il vous plait, ne vous vous méfier point de vos amis. J'en ai assez des malentendus et les relations brisées entre personnes qui s'aiment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-7194697799188161010?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/7194697799188161010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=7194697799188161010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/7194697799188161010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/7194697799188161010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/02/la-charit-couvre-une-multitude-de-pchs.html' title='La Charité Couvre une Multitude de Péchés'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-4296612061898581718</id><published>2008-02-20T06:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T13:04:39.824+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Le Monde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ségolène'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualité'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dieu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moralité'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politique'/><title type='text'>Connu Par Notre AMOUR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d156/plastersofparis/affiche-metro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d156/plastersofparis/affiche-metro.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;publicité du &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monde de la Philosophie &lt;/span&gt;photo de Ségolène Royale "si les hommes savaient ce qu’ils disent les uns des autres, il n’y aurait pas quatre amis dans le monde" (Pascal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le première fois j'ai vu cette pub, je me sentais agressé. Je ne suis pas d'accord avec Pascal, et je proteste. Je ne dis pas mal de mes amies, et je suis assez naïve de croire qu'ils ne m'injurient non plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puis, je me suis rendu compte qu'il y a peut-être les gens qui partage les sentiments de Pascal. Ils ont besoin des vrais amis pour apprendre la vrai amitié. Peut-être ils ont besoin de moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A ceci tous connaîtront que vous êtes mes disciples, si vous avez de l'AMOUR les uns pour les autres." Jean 13:35&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-4296612061898581718?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/4296612061898581718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=4296612061898581718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/4296612061898581718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/4296612061898581718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/02/connu-par-notre-amour.html' title='Connu Par Notre AMOUR'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-8960786871242170436</id><published>2008-02-13T16:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T16:21:30.625+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>La vérité des vérités : Entoures-toi de vérité quand ça va bien, si non, tu ne sortiras pas quand ça ne vas pas ! Comme il faut penser à la mort de temps en temps quand t'es en bon humeur, pour que tu te rappel qu'elle fait parti de la vie quand grand-père ne va pas bien ... C'est pareil avec l'amour. Dis "je t'aime" souvent. N'attends pas le Saint Valentin pour se rappeler pourquoi vous êtes faites l'un pour l'autre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-8960786871242170436?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/8960786871242170436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=8960786871242170436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/8960786871242170436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/8960786871242170436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/02/truth.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-7553962014919293261</id><published>2008-02-13T00:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T13:03:13.149+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world view'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='critique'/><title type='text'>JUNO - Ça se fait pas, ça !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/02_02/junoDM1002_228x519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/02_02/junoDM1002_228x519.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chers lecteurs,&lt;br /&gt;  Est-ce que c'est moi, ou est-ce que les normes de notre culture change de plus en plus vite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Mal-vu dans son lycée parce-qu'elle décide de garder son bébé à terme pour le faire adopter, Juno court à contre-courant de sa culture"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tout façon les films sont fait pour nous pousser et de nous faire penser autres choses que d'habitude, mais si tous les lycéens commence à faire pareil... notre génération valorise les bonnes œuvres...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Selon le film l'amour c'est quelqu'un qui t'accepte malgré tout et quand il pleut l'amour pense que le soleil est en toi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-7553962014919293261?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/7553962014919293261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=7553962014919293261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/7553962014919293261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/7553962014919293261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/02/juno-se-fait-pas.html' title='JUNO - Ça se fait pas, ça !'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-4404375621438271102</id><published>2008-02-08T08:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T08:54:59.055+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conseil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bâtir une relation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l&apos;homme de ma vie'/><title type='text'>Courir de Tout Ton Coeur</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Courir de tout ton cœur, et ne te laisse pas attirer par des distrait au longue de la course. Mais, jet-toi un coup d'œil de temps en temps sur tes camarades de course qui aller aussi vite que toi?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour trouver la joie de vivre, comme dans une course, il ne faut pas laisser distrait par les obstacles, ni les autres joueurs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oui tu peux jeter un coup d'œil de temps en temps, mais si tu arrete de courir, tu trouvera pas l'homme de ta vie, car lui il court !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vas-y construire ta vie, et fait le avec passion et avec tout ton cœur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-4404375621438271102?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/4404375621438271102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=4404375621438271102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/4404375621438271102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/4404375621438271102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/02/courir-de-tout-ton-coeur.html' title='Courir de Tout Ton Coeur'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-135858052318494385</id><published>2008-02-06T02:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T02:10:59.253+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualité'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dieu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moralité'/><title type='text'>LOVE always wants the best for her LOVER</title><content type='html'>¡CAUTION! ADVERTISSEMENT !&lt;br /&gt;Disturbing Images. Do not watch this video unless you are ready to ponder profoundly the meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZfaLex01d7I&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZfaLex01d7I&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE always wants the best for her LOVER. Sometimes that means saying "no" to something good, in order to wait for only the BEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything is permissible for me — but not everything is beneficial. Everything is permissible for me — but I will not be mastered by anything." I Corinthians 6:12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-135858052318494385?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/135858052318494385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=135858052318494385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/135858052318494385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/135858052318494385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-always-wants-best-for-her-lover.html' title='LOVE always wants the best for her LOVER'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-3150569756150992532</id><published>2008-02-04T23:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T00:42:19.354+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world view'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualité'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dieu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yael Naim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joie'/><title type='text'>New Soul Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='padding:3px; border:1px solid #FF6600; border-bottom:0px; width:310px'&gt;&lt;object width='310' height='259'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/-YUxbDEPFiM&amp;rel=1'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/-YUxbDEPFiM&amp;rel=1' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='310' height='259' allowScriptAccess='never' allownetworking='internal'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width='300' height='180'&gt;&lt;embed src='http://widget.lyricsmode.com/i/scroll2.swf?lid=569303&amp;speed=4' width='318' height='181' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' allowScriptAccess='never' allownetworking='internal'/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com' target='_blank'&gt;Song lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/y/yael_naim/new_soul.html' target='_blank'&gt;New Soul lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-3150569756150992532?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/3150569756150992532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=3150569756150992532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/3150569756150992532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/3150569756150992532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-soul-song.html' title='New Soul Song'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-6890476447940280098</id><published>2008-02-03T14:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T02:05:57.162+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualité'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dieu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><title type='text'>AMOUR</title><content type='html'>Recherche auteurs francophone. Avez-vous des idées à propos notre nouvelle thème UN NOUVEL PARADIGME? Affichez vos articles ici : cafepetal@gmail.com N'oubliez pas votre pseudonyme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-6890476447940280098?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/6890476447940280098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=6890476447940280098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/6890476447940280098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/6890476447940280098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/02/love.html' title='AMOUR'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-7797453529734956104</id><published>2008-02-03T14:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T02:11:25.346+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conseil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualité'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dieu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politique'/><title type='text'>Fresh Politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"I don't like this politician, I'm against his ideals... Of course, I can't think of any better solution at the moment, but I'll be glad to list for you the ten reasons I dug up on the Internet that prove this guy is wrong."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Politics. How often we spend enormous amounts of energy preparing arguments against an issue we can't accept. It's fun to be contrary, it's exciting to dig up exclusive evidence about why (insert_hot_topic_here) should have never started. But few people find the freedom to leave the past behind and let themselves dream up a solution for the future.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://leocat.free.fr/galerie/images/titre.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://leocat.free.fr/galerie/images/titre.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;   But haven't we realized that the future is the only reality where we can make an impact?&lt;/blockquote&gt;Sure debating is a fun game, but life should be more enriching than a game. Let's not get bogged down in yesterday's news. Let's be constructive and make this world a better place. Maybe we don't all have the expertise to solve the world's economic problems, but we all have friends who are hurting and spiritual questions that need answering. &lt;blockquote&gt;LOVE assumes the best, and moves ahead.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-7797453529734956104?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/7797453529734956104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=7797453529734956104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/7797453529734956104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/7797453529734956104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/02/politics-and-panic.html' title='Fresh Politics'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-3724254673887165317</id><published>2008-02-03T13:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T08:39:39.259+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world view'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualité'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dieu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joie'/><title type='text'>Save a Drowning Victim</title><content type='html'>Panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic encourages drowning victims to fight their rescuer. Those that flail and fight may even continue drowning despite the best efforts of their rescuer. Others facing equal danger, find the strength to relax in their rescuers arms, and are guided to safety with ease. It doesn't mean they aren't nervous inside, but remarkably these individuals have willed to focus on the warm dry ground that awaits them rather than the big scary waves that surround them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Please don't panic. Let's relax in the rescuers arms together and dream about the future. It's a beautiful future indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VyiZp5w9QT4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VyiZp5w9QT4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-3724254673887165317?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/3724254673887165317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=3724254673887165317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/3724254673887165317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/3724254673887165317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/02/save-drowning-victim.html' title='Save a Drowning Victim'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-4751644788215293946</id><published>2008-02-03T02:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T08:34:46.495+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conseil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualité'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiancé'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dieu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bâtir une relation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l&apos;homme de ma vie'/><title type='text'>His Mother</title><content type='html'>Watch how a guy treats his mother, this is how you can expected be treated in a couple of years. His view toward feminism, his respect for women, and his tenderness will all be expressed in how he treats his mother. The quality of the Mother-Son relationship is the basis from which a man builds his Husband-Wife relationship later on. Girls, save yourself the trouble and don't date guys who are disrespectful to their mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.phonicreadingprogram.com/mother-son-reading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.phonicreadingprogram.com/mother-son-reading.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5290375322480002347-4751644788215293946?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/4751644788215293946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=4751644788215293946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/4751644788215293946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/4751644788215293946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/02/his-mother.html' title='His Mother'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-7367326160924824441</id><published>2008-01-25T11:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T08:36:11.356+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dieu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l&apos;homme de ma vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politique'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conseil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meilleur ami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualité'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communiquer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiancé'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bâtir une relation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Secrets</title><content type='html'>My Mom taught me to value honesty. Throughout the years she has had to share with me some difficult things, but she has remained true to her values. Secrets kept only perpetuate problems. Brothers and sisters who keep secrets, keep their siblings under lock and key. Release yourself and your family by vowing to be honest with each other, and freedom awaits you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secrets are poison to a relationship. If you find it is hard to be open and honest with someone, then you can almost be sure it's not going to work. Watch the person you are with in their other relationships, if they are deceitful with other friends, how can you expect them to be any different with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://news.windingroad.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/top-secret-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://news.windingroad.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/top-secret-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-7367326160924824441?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/7367326160924824441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=7367326160924824441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/7367326160924824441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/7367326160924824441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/01/secrets.html' title='Secrets'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-6474804339185759225</id><published>2008-01-25T11:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T08:35:12.691+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dieu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l&apos;homme de ma vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conseil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meilleur ami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualité'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiancé'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bâtir une relation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Settling</title><content type='html'>I love your comment Celeste :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I don't have a problem with settling down, I have a problem with settling for less."&lt;br /&gt;Don't settle for anything less than true love, true lifelong commitment !&lt;br /&gt;-Celeste&lt;/blockquote&gt;Wow that's powerful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-6474804339185759225?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/6474804339185759225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=6474804339185759225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/6474804339185759225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/6474804339185759225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/01/settling.html' title='Settling'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-5410235754153437915</id><published>2008-01-25T10:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T08:36:11.358+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dieu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l&apos;homme de ma vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conseil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meilleur ami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualité'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communiquer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiancé'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bâtir une relation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Communication</title><content type='html'>Mom says, "Just Talk." If a relationship is meant to happen, communication will be healthy and easy. On the contrary, you will never work through differences and tough times if you can't communicate from the beginning. Some people commit to a relationship regardless of warning signs that pop up; they say to themselves, "We'll learn to work through problems later when it's more serious. Right now I just want to have fun." But old habits are hard to break. When the time comes to support each other through a tough time, neither knows how to express themselves or listen to the other. The relationship falls apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foundation of every healthy relationship is based on communication. When fate brings up discussion topics on the first date, please don't skirt the issues. This is the perfect time to practice communication skills before the issues become serious. Make up your own communication rules, together of course. Allow yourselves the time to explain what you would like to happen when a difference of opinion arises. And don't be surprised if your families have very different ways of working it out. Try to pick the best of both worlds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-5410235754153437915?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/5410235754153437915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=5410235754153437915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/5410235754153437915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/5410235754153437915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/01/communication.html' title='Communication'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-8977089829423815301</id><published>2008-01-15T11:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T08:35:12.695+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dieu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l&apos;homme de ma vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conseil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meilleur ami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualité'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiancé'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bâtir une relation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Marry Your Best Friend</title><content type='html'>For the life of me I can't remember what we were talking about that brought up this topic. But I recall the frustration of a teenager fed up with the frivolous ways we make serious decisions, and I remember my enthusiastic suggestion clear as day, "Mom why don't you and dad just arrange a marriage for me. You know what's important more than I do." And, I'll never forget my mother's sparky response,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no you don't! You go find your own best friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the underlying tones that read, "I don't want to be held responsible." A best friend cannot be chosen for you. Dates come and go, but best friends last a lifetime. Marry your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that I share this practical advice quite frequently. But it was only recently that I realized just how mysterious and unfamiliar this advice can be. This fall a good friend who is redefining Love in his life helped open my eyes to the enormous chasm between dating as we know it, and this new paradigm we are creating. This truth has impacted my life in so many positive ways, therefore, I would be remiss if I did not share this advice even more frequently and I will repeat it as often as necessary until it impacts our culture as it has so generously impacted me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-8977089829423815301?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/8977089829423815301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=8977089829423815301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/8977089829423815301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/8977089829423815301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/01/marry-your-best-friend_2284.html' title='Marry Your Best Friend'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-123466597734114229</id><published>2008-01-15T08:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T08:35:12.696+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dieu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l&apos;homme de ma vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conseil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meilleur ami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualité'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiancé'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bâtir une relation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Heartbreak</title><content type='html'>I was 11. My Mom and I have always been best friends, but our ever deepening relationship really began when she shared with me this brutally honest advice. "Soon your friends are going to be dating." Sure I knew they already were, but I also knew what she meant. Any 11 year old can tell you that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt; dating was still somewhere off in the distant future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Next year in school they will start pairing up in couples. They might start spending less time with their girl friends so that they can meet boys. Watch them closely. Don't be too anxious to rush out and do the same thing." I heard the underlying message already, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This isn't where True Love is to be found. &lt;/span&gt;"These relationships won't last long. Maybe one week, maybe three months and then your friends will be back." Outside, I was trying to look chill; I'm old enough to hear this. Inside, I was listening attentively, on the edge of my seat. "Don't write off your friends during this time," she continued, "In fact, when they come back, they'll need you more than ever. So be there for them." Why will they need me more? "Heartbreak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This is when I realized there was an inherent problem with the "dating system" as we know it. What could be more flawed than sending 11 year-olds out into the world to find the boy who looks the cutest in photos and filling her heart with aspirations of holding his hand. All the while knowing that this will only provide joy for 2.5 weeks or until he finds another girl who looks more cute in photos. If this is the only source of joy you can offer this little 11 year old, then please don't bother. She doesn't need your joy, she'll find her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Heartbreak. In this series &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A New Paradigm&lt;/span&gt; I will endeavor to provide advice and anticdotes of a heartbreak-free lifestyle. Challenge me, prove me wrong if you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-123466597734114229?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/123466597734114229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=123466597734114229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/123466597734114229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/123466597734114229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/01/heartbreak.html' title='Heartbreak'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-2987681064387151435</id><published>2008-01-14T08:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T02:10:59.255+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world view'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conseil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualité'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiancé'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dieu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophie'/><title type='text'>THE EXCLUDED MIDDLE - does your world view explain the invisible?</title><content type='html'>Physical world - We see. We touch. Science explains.&lt;br /&gt;Philosophical world - We think. We reason. We decide if we believe in one God or in one million gods.&lt;br /&gt;But what about the invisible interaction between these two worlds. Can your world view explain when God intervenes in the lives of humans? I've heard this called the Excluded Middle. It encompasses all the stuff we can't explain and perhaps we would rather deny it exists at all. Have you ever wondered about this kind of stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate. Coincidence. Providence. No one believes in coincidences. Forces that guide events are too strong to ignore. Some call it spirit, some call it astrology. It's not trendy to believe in them either, but people wish and hope they could believe in something that would give meaning to the course of the universe. I call it providence. My life is the chapter in the book of history, and everything makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An invisible spiritual world. Angels. Signs. Magic. Some world views attribute all events that can't be explained by science as spiritual. Others say everything can be explained by science. But I wonder if these folks have traveled much. Sorcerers are real. Ask the one that lives down the block. Voodoo workers are real, and zombies really do walk the streets in Haiti. Do these powers come from science? If your world view is in denial they exist then you are admitting that you can not explain the invisible. Why would I want to sign up for a world view that is lacking explanations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That empty feeling after sex. The supernatural connection between two people when they begin doing it. The invisible unbreakable bond that sends you into depression when you break up. Your shrink won't tell you that person's heart united with your own, and now you must tear out part of your own heart as you send them packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addictions. Why do people start? Why does a beautiful thirteen year old decide one day to start smoking "because she needs a tic?" What are we avoiding in life that it is less painful to subject ourselves to the bondage of gambling, smoking, drinking, Internet, and mindless pastimes that take our mind off of our true life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping. Your shrink will tell you shopping is a compulsion that you can not control, that you must find a balance between "treating yourself to a pleasure" and not going over budget. But has anyone considered the age old yearning to become a new person? It dates to Ancient Egyptian times and beyond. Men carry the latest gadget proudly and feel like a new person. Women walk out of the store wearing the latest fashion and are reborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus says this constant thirst to become a new being will never be quenched except through the acknowledgment of a spiritual world around us. He has come to bestow the power to actually become that new person we've always dreamed of, casting off past bondage and living a fulfilled life that makes sense. If you could have control over this spiritual dimension around you, would you dare to believe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-2987681064387151435?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/2987681064387151435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=2987681064387151435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/2987681064387151435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/2987681064387151435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/01/excluded-middle-does-your-world-view.html' title='THE EXCLUDED MIDDLE - does your world view explain the invisible?'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-3909012908642150189</id><published>2008-01-01T09:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T02:10:59.256+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world view'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualité'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dieu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophie'/><title type='text'>"HE LOVES ME, HE  LOVES ME NOT ..."</title><content type='html'>love. trust. confidence. faith.&lt;br /&gt;Where does one end and the other begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is LOVE bestowed?&lt;br /&gt;is TRUST earned?&lt;br /&gt;is CONFIDENCE allusive?&lt;br /&gt;is FAITH a laughable myth like spontaneous combustion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-3909012908642150189?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/3909012908642150189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=3909012908642150189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/3909012908642150189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/3909012908642150189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2007/11/he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not.html' title='&quot;HE LOVES ME, HE  LOVES ME NOT ...&quot;'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-5201909268304950956</id><published>2008-01-01T08:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T02:10:59.257+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world view'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualité'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dieu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophie'/><title type='text'>Excerpt</title><content type='html'>"That's how God wins your trust. He's asking you to follow him as you see him unfolding his will in you. As you do that, you'll find that his words and his ways will hold more certainty for you than your best plans or wisdom."&lt;br /&gt;"I've never seen it that way, John. I've always thought faith was something I had to conjure up to get God to act."&lt;br /&gt;"That doesn't sound too healthy, does it? Increasing trust is the fruit of a growing relationship. The more you know him and his ways the more free you'll be to live beyond the influences that tie you down to your own flawed wisdom. As you see his faithfulness unfold in you life through the coming days, you will come to know just how deeply you can trust him. That's where you'll find real freedom."&lt;br /&gt;"So there is no trust where there's no relationship?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, there's not. Too many people confuse faith with presumption. They are consumed by their own agenda, even quoting scriptures to prove God will have to do it their way and end up so disappointed when he doesn't. But God will even use that disappointment to invite them into a real trust that is based on his unfolding work in them."&lt;br /&gt;- Excerpt from the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So You Don't Want to Go to Church Anymore&lt;/span&gt; by Jake Colsen chapter 10, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Won to Trust&lt;/span&gt;, page 135. Read for yourself for free online at &lt;a href="http://www.jakecolsen.com/"&gt;www.jakecolsen.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-5201909268304950956?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/5201909268304950956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=5201909268304950956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/5201909268304950956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/5201909268304950956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2008/01/excerpt.html' title='Excerpt'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-7299004812132322506</id><published>2007-12-20T08:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T02:05:57.174+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualité'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dieu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><title type='text'>Christmas Gifts for the Unfortunate</title><content type='html'>Buy a child a Christmas gift whose parents are unable. This reputable association is in 114 countries worldwide. You can deliver the gift yourself or have it shipped anonymously. Check out Project Angel Tree at www.angeltree.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-7299004812132322506?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/7299004812132322506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=7299004812132322506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/7299004812132322506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/7299004812132322506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-gifts-for-unfortunate.html' title='Christmas Gifts for the Unfortunate'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-4643498873607020242</id><published>2007-11-29T01:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T08:35:12.698+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dieu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l&apos;homme de ma vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conseil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meilleur ami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualité'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiancé'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bâtir une relation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Enchanted</title><content type='html'>YES!  It is still alive.  Adults adore the humor in this amusing film, but they leave the happy moral for children to take home. I, however, agree wholeheartedly. I happen to believe in happily-ever-after.  Yes, that's right, I'm advocating that adults like you and I (thirty-something, cat, apartment on the left bank, whether married or still waiting for that prince) we can believe in miracles, we can believe in true LOVE, we can live happily-ever-after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily-ever-after is not something that fairy dust grants you. It's something you choose, you create, you cultivate.  I believe it would be pleasing to God if we all refused to settle for anything less than Happily-ever-after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, what is love, if it is not TRUE LOVE?&lt;br /&gt;-Neo Realist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-4643498873607020242?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/4643498873607020242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=4643498873607020242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/4643498873607020242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/4643498873607020242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2007/11/enchanted.html' title='Enchanted'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-5425398548502695789</id><published>2007-11-29T01:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T08:35:12.699+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dieu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l&apos;homme de ma vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conseil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meilleur ami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualité'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiancé'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bâtir une relation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>BEOWOLF</title><content type='html'>CafePetal goes to the movies!  Join the discussion, what's your take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blown away by the ending of this film.  You're left sinking into your seat going, "Yeah, now that's a true ending."  It might be a legend but the moral speaks to a real life problem, and cuts you to the gut.  And then you think how incredible it is that this story was written in 1100 AD, and we still can't talk openly and honestly about a subject as serious as Lust vs. LOVE.  Powerful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-5425398548502695789?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/5425398548502695789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=5425398548502695789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/5425398548502695789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/5425398548502695789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2007/11/beowolf.html' title='BEOWOLF'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-5247391565050234856</id><published>2007-11-29T00:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T02:05:57.175+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualité'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dieu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><title type='text'>Loss</title><content type='html'>Is it better to have LOVED and lost than to never have LOVED at all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-5247391565050234856?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/5247391565050234856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=5247391565050234856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/5247391565050234856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/5247391565050234856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2007/11/loss.html' title='Loss'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-4891911244547652057</id><published>2007-11-28T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T02:05:57.176+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualité'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dieu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><title type='text'>Help an African Orphan Today</title><content type='html'>Sponsor the health and education of a REAL African orphan with an association inspired by the African women who welcome their orphaned cousins, nieces, and nephews into their homes. I love the photo where they are teaching the children how to brush their teeth!! TROP CHOU! Thanks to their sponsors, all of these children attend school. They are free to come to the orphan welcome center after school before going home where they live with extended family in true African style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ph-c.com/"&gt;follow this link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's aid we're proud to be a part of!  I sponsor one too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-4891911244547652057?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/4891911244547652057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=4891911244547652057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/4891911244547652057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/4891911244547652057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2007/10/help-african-orphan-today.html' title='Help an African Orphan Today'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-1572080225393966810</id><published>2007-11-13T02:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T02:10:59.258+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world view'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualité'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dieu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophie'/><title type='text'>PRACTICALITY - does your world view answer everyday problems?</title><content type='html'>Recently I conversed with a friend about morality.  He thought my definition was too simple. Hopefully he'll join our conversation shortly and give you his side of the story. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say Jesus offers advice on how to make every decision in life. His speeches were bold, his words were provocative, the best advice is simple advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"LOVE the LORD your God with all your heart, soul, and mind,&lt;br /&gt;and LOVE your neighbor as your self."&lt;/blockquote&gt;This simple truth resonates in our hearts, each human desires to LOVE to their world. But rarely do we encounter profound teachings that are sufficient to guide every decision in life, even tough controversial ones. This is for real, it fulfills your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Neo Realist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-1572080225393966810?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/1572080225393966810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=1572080225393966810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/1572080225393966810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/1572080225393966810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2007/11/practicality-does-your-world-view.html' title='PRACTICALITY - does your world view answer everyday problems?'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-2813070697553260174</id><published>2007-11-13T01:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T02:11:25.347+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world view'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualité'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dieu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politique'/><title type='text'>PETROLEUM - the crisis you don't want to encounter</title><content type='html'>Imagine with me a world where we have used up all of the petroleum on the planet.  Clothing designers will have to be once again creative with cotton, linen, silk and wool. Hand creams and foods will be healthier with all natural ingredients. Plastic bags will be replaced with paper and cotton, good riddance! But what about all of the other uses for plastic? Shoes. Tupperware. Computers?! Let's start conserving energy and petroleum today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-2813070697553260174?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/2813070697553260174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=2813070697553260174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/2813070697553260174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/2813070697553260174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2007/11/petroleum-crisis-you-dont-want-to.html' title='PETROLEUM - the crisis you don&apos;t want to encounter'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-4020067355926235231</id><published>2007-11-07T02:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T02:10:59.260+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world view'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualité'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dieu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophie'/><title type='text'>Who Can LOVE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="en-NIV-28654" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I can but try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. &lt;span id="en-NIV-28655" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. &lt;span id="en-NIV-28656" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. &lt;span id="en-NIV-28657" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. &lt;span id="en-NIV-28658" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Love never fails"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;- Neo Realist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-4020067355926235231?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/4020067355926235231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=4020067355926235231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/4020067355926235231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/4020067355926235231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2007/11/who-can-love.html' title='Who Can LOVE?'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-6462302839576447555</id><published>2007-10-28T22:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T02:12:05.734+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world view'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualité'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dieu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politique'/><title type='text'>SOCIAL CONSTRAINTS - Is freedom real or imagined ?</title><content type='html'>Last week in China a man was beaten and guards are surrounding his house even now, keeping him on house arrest.  His crime is his belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.persecution.com/news/index.cfm?action=fullstory&amp;amp;newsID=566"&gt;click here to view full story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We benefit from a unique freedom in France, unique because it is a rare commodity in this world.  But even in a land of just rulers and fair lawmaking, social constraints still limit our freedom in a very real way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We voluntarily limit our own freedom in order to fulfill certain expectations of society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a look at faith for example... The man in the story above has been punched in the face.  But any psychologist will tell you that physical abuse heals faster than emotional abuse. In France we are likely to face the same judgmental abuse but on an emotional level, friends that mock us, colleagues that hinder our advancement, concerned family that watch over our house like hawks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the emotional pain of being singled out in this society, social constraints are far more limiting than laws could ever be.  Social constraints keep us ignorant.  If we never have the courage to ask our questions, then we will never have the privilege of choosing the truth. I live my freedom in heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Neo Realist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-6462302839576447555?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/6462302839576447555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=6462302839576447555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/6462302839576447555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/6462302839576447555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2007/10/social-constraints-is-freedom-real-or.html' title='SOCIAL CONSTRAINTS - Is freedom real or imagined ?'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-4001737514792096487</id><published>2007-10-14T18:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T18:14:42.500+02:00</updated><title type='text'>QUESTION - Show Us Your Best Altruism!</title><content type='html'>QUESTION : Do you find it possible for you to accomplish altruistic actions with absolutely no ulterior motives that resemble selfish ambition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reopening this question to hear personal testimonies of your altruistic acts.  Responses should include actual good deeds our readers have performed.  So take the time this week to brag a little and perhaps your honest ramblings about your best achievements can bring warmth and insight to those who are skeptical that altruism lives on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Neo Realist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-4001737514792096487?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/4001737514792096487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=4001737514792096487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/4001737514792096487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/4001737514792096487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2007/10/question-show-us-your-best-altruism.html' title='QUESTION - Show Us Your Best Altruism!'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-3872103105484473306</id><published>2007-10-14T16:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T18:02:19.293+02:00</updated><title type='text'>les Dix Commandements</title><content type='html'>Je viens de recevoir ce message d'une amie : Selon un sondage, les Américains sont plus calés sur les ingrédients entrant dans la composition du Big Mac de McDonald's que sur les Dix Commandements de la Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/lifestyleMolt/idUSN1223894020071012?sp=true"&gt;Click Here to Read Reuters Article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't find the results surprising considering the Big Mac gets much more publicity than the 10 Commandments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RsWcY8_VbfM"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RsWcY8_VbfM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are already responding to this article by posting online their versions of the 10 Commandments in songs and rap.  Personally, I don't think memorizing a rap about the 10 Commandments is the solution to the world's problems.  People don't trust the 10 Commandments anymore.  The real reason we have forgotten the 10 Commandments is that society no longer believes these principles will make their life better.  But society does not understand what it means to truly LOVE, because society has never experienced what it means to be truly LOVED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Neo Realist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Afin d'AIMER veritablement,&lt;br /&gt;il faut d'abord, savoir que tu es&lt;br /&gt;veritablement AIMÉ par Dieu!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-3872103105484473306?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/3872103105484473306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=3872103105484473306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/3872103105484473306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/3872103105484473306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2007/10/les-dix-commandements.html' title='les Dix Commandements'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-7974907649357462975</id><published>2007-10-08T09:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T09:48:26.321+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Question: Do you believe in a GOD?</title><content type='html'>1) Do you believe in GOD? (regardless of which religion you believe in!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Does your belief in GOD define who you are and your decision between "right" and "wrong"? If not, how and why do you make the decision to do the right thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -  &lt;em&gt;resident-guru&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-7974907649357462975?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/7974907649357462975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=7974907649357462975' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/7974907649357462975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/7974907649357462975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2007/10/weekly-question-do-you-believe-in-god.html' title='Weekly Question: Do you believe in a GOD?'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-2578692573738682826</id><published>2007-09-28T12:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T12:31:55.167+02:00</updated><title type='text'>QUESTION: How do you define a good person?</title><content type='html'>The request has been made that we post a question each week for general feedback and forum style responses. I think its a great idea, so here goes with a question for the week (with the weekend to ponder a good answer). Following my vision expressed in an earlier post, in order to make the world a better place, and to acheive a unity amongst its people, I believe that we all should be "good". So, before delving into complicated philosophical questions, lets try and keep it fairly simple and close to home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW DO YOU DEFINE A GOOD PERSON?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that makes a person "good"? Is it shown by behaviour and/or by deeper thought? Is it a gesture or a tolerance? How do you define what good is? Is it based on a religion, family, education, or a self taught concept of the difference between right and wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please post in whatever language you feel most comfortable writing in!!! AND please sign off at the bottom of your comment (a pseudonym will do)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Maestro di Amore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-2578692573738682826?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/2578692573738682826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=2578692573738682826' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/2578692573738682826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/2578692573738682826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2007/09/question-how-do-you-define-good-person.html' title='QUESTION: How do you define a good person?'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-4784469353786107936</id><published>2007-09-26T15:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T15:41:13.133+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Peace - THE GAME??</title><content type='html'>With the coming release of the highly popular game Halo 3, it occurred to me that all accounts of the future, whether in film, video game or book tends to refer to the future always engulfing a dooms-day type scenario. Why is that? Is human nature really such a one to always choose war over love? Do we really doubt that our humanitarian groups and environmentalist groups will continue to grow in order to save the earth? Why is it so unfathomable to see the earth and its people joining hands in peace as in those cartoons from the 60s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have thought that with the popularity of such aid and conservation groups that the public opinion would eventually sway towards such an attitude on life. Clearly at the moment the big selling computer games target the violence of society. But, with the popularity of such games as Sim City and Civ City I ask games, why not develop a computer game in which we have the task as the UN to rebuild the infrastructures of those cities and countries which require it. The game could encompass going out to the occidental companies for donations. Game play could include role-playing in negotiation skills. If the game required a darker side, it could look into the corrupt underhanded ways of corporate behaviour over its employees and marketplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the gamers were to factor into place costs, perhaps we could discover that to achieve a “perfect world” where there is no poverty or children dying of starvation or the hunting of rare or endangered species can be achieved given the current global economy and manpower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all gamers out there, here's a challenge I propose to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Maestro di Amore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-4784469353786107936?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/4784469353786107936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=4784469353786107936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/4784469353786107936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/4784469353786107936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2007/09/global-peace-game.html' title='Global Peace - THE GAME??'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-6522794095704461835</id><published>2007-09-22T12:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T12:41:08.483+02:00</updated><title type='text'>DISCRIMINATION - love is neither a currency nor a weapon</title><content type='html'>What makes you roll your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are taught to use this simple facial expression to express disapproval.  Correct me if I'm wrong, but I've recently been lead to believe that this "innocent" expression is actually proof that we are withholding love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we roll our eyes at the colleague across the boardroom table we are actually communicating, something deeper, "What you said or stand for is unworthy of loving, I will not accept you or anyone who agrees with you until you change your views."  We lean on our inherent supply and demand principles assuming that if we roll our eyes often enough the love drought will bring our colleague to surrender to our ideas.  What makes us think we can use love like a currency?   Withholding love will never produce love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows that the best way to win friends and supporters is to shower them with love.  Imagine how that might work next time you're in the boardroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Neo-Realist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-6522794095704461835?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/6522794095704461835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=6522794095704461835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/6522794095704461835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/6522794095704461835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2007/09/discrimination-love-is-neither-currency.html' title='DISCRIMINATION - love is neither a currency nor a weapon'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-1247386250268165330</id><published>2007-09-22T11:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T12:27:10.131+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SOLIDARITY - a lost man's solution for repairing broken love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone wants it.  Everyone claims it.  No one can provide it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we seek solidarity?  What underlying thirst draws us to crave such a thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love, what is this magical thing,&lt;br /&gt;that I can experience,&lt;br /&gt;but never replicate,&lt;br /&gt;that I can give,&lt;br /&gt;but never repay,&lt;br /&gt;that has me feeling indebted,&lt;br /&gt;but all the while knowing I can never reimburse,&lt;br /&gt;love is only love if it is unconditional."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a thing called solidarity that would have us believe it is possible for a mere human to not only be faithful, but also to be unified with his fellow man.  Where do we seek this; in the workplace,  in social clubs, and most evidently in humanitarian efforts.  It is, we say, the reason that we gather together to work toward a goal.  It is above all the resounding call that casts in us a vision of the ultimate cause.  Perhaps, just perhaps, this group will succeed at solidarity and be that magic calling that we have dreamed of being part of.  Solidarity is also, in the end, the reason we abandon our hopes, and our friends.  Has any association actually achieved it?  Solidarity is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I propose that every cause we have ever stood up for in the name of solidarity would be better won with love.  What is solidarity if we do not unconditionally love our fellowman.  What is shallow unity without love, but empty promises?  Is not conditional love, by definition, the opposite of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Neo-Realist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-28651" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.  If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.  If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.  Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.  &lt;span id="en-NIV-28657" class="sup"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.  For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears.  When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me.  Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.  And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Paul the apostle of Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-1247386250268165330?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/1247386250268165330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=1247386250268165330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/1247386250268165330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/1247386250268165330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2007/09/solidarity-lost-mans-solution-for.html' title='SOLIDARITY - a lost man&apos;s solution for repairing broken love'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-1246763906989931880</id><published>2007-09-20T10:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T10:15:20.343+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cafe Petal - Editorial - Maestro di Amore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Vision: To bring true peace and unity to the world we live in so that we can all live as one family (in our garden of eden and with all our house pets)!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since posting this blog, a number of my friends have asked me what is its relevance. Some have also rejected the idea of discussing the philosophies of life with a religious or spiritual underlining. But here is my question to you – isn’t everything in life defined by religious or spiritual belief? Even if we don’t believe in the Christian concept of God, whether another religion or none at all, we still have our beliefs and our morals and ethics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what defines our beliefs and the way we behave? What provides with our concept of what is right and wrong? Is it really human nature? I don’t think so. I don’t particularly believe in a “religion” per se, but I do question what is the nature of our beliefs. After reading the bible, the most profound idea from it is the concept of “&lt;em&gt;love thy neighbour&lt;/em&gt;”. But isn’t it in our animal instinct to fight to survive? So in essence to love thy neighbour is completely contradictory to our human nature. So to live in peace and harmony is a foreign concept. Do you really believe that this could have been brought on by some idealistic people, or is it that there is some higher being pulling the strings. Whether that means necessarily that there is a god or which religion we should follow is questionable as there are so many to choose from, and potentially maybe “The Matrix” is not so far fetched after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, personally, who knows whether there is a God or a supercomputer pulling the strings, but clearly the message being driven is to live in piece and harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My concept of “Café Petal” is one in which to gather thoughts and ideas on how better to survive in a world which is driven by greed and money. Where our minds are so easily influenced by marketing strategies in order to waste our efforts (money/time) on such unnecessary tools and gadgets when there is so much pain and suffering in this world. Instead of buying that PlayStation and then spending hours playing it, we could be putting that money to better use to aid those people really in need instead of lining the wealthy corporate pockets of these big businesses like Sony. Everything we buy now is made in China made using cheap labour, sold to the western societies, again for what goal? For the executive officers to afford to buy luxury launch in the Mediterranean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can argue that spending money generates employment and as such makes for less people to support. But we are talking about our economy with maybe 10% unemployment, when you look at places in Africa and Asia where the figures are much higher! So what if instead of buying that CD to make Britney Spears another million dollars to spend on her next boob job and stint in rehab, why not put that $30 towards a charity organisation or world aid program. Or take some homeless person into a restaurant and offer him or her a meal, and buy them some clothes. Or even put it into buying some seeds and go into the forest and plant them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest difficulty in unifying the world to be truly at peace, to be a world “&lt;em&gt;sans frontiere&lt;/em&gt;” (without boundaries) is to remove the greed of our wealthy. And I would say that all of us who live in the western world are “wealthy”. Because we are fortunate to be able to feed ourselves and have hospitals and infrastructure in which we can live long lives. So why spend our money on fruitless needs when there is so much suffering in the world. No matter what race, colour, religion, sex we are, we are all the same. Every man is my brother and woman is my sister, and I love them all with equality. I am no better than any of them, I am more fortunate than them (and most even). And so I (we) should do all we can to support our brothers and sisters in this world so as to unite our family and live equally no matter where we may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have all the answers, but I think to find them we need to open our minds and our hearts and speak what we believe in order to find a way to step forward. My wish is that one day (in my lifetime) that there is unity amongst earths wonderful people, environment and animal kingdom with no boundaries between countries. A world in which those countries more fortunate choose to willingly share their knowledge and wealth to create and support sufficient infrastructures for all towns and cities! So that my global family is whole once more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That's my thoughts for a Thursday morning after too few hours sleep when I should be working!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Maestro di Amore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-1246763906989931880?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/1246763906989931880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=1246763906989931880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/1246763906989931880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/1246763906989931880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2007/09/cafe-petal-editorial-maestro-di-amore.html' title='Cafe Petal - Editorial - Maestro di Amore'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-6496458334881095764</id><published>2007-09-19T10:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T10:26:06.083+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>"he loves me, he loves me not..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He loves me, He loves me not… Well, the simple answer is that HE loves all. And according to HIS word we should love all. So how does the question arise? Isn't the true source of the question related to what we expect of the word love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does it mean to Love? Its funny, because the most common definitions include the words "deep affection" or the emphasis on physical attractions and desires. When I say "I love my cat" I do not have deep affection or physical attractions and desires. The best definition I could find was (4 th on the list) "&lt;em&gt;unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another: as (1) : the fatherly concern of God for humankind (2) : brotherly concern for others b : a person's adoration of God&lt;/em&gt;". I find it quite interesting that the examples are give are with reference to God, considering that this is how I apply the term Love to everyone and everything. I love the colour green, but I also love the colour red. It does not infer a preference or a priority associated with a deep affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So isn't love inherit in all. We love our family, our friends, our pets – without any questions asked. So why would we even ask the question of "he loves me, he loves me not"? Is it not because we want more in fact than love? In the terms of relationships, we ask the question because we want to be the most special person in that persons eyes. In a sense, is this not a form of greed? And how is this perception of ourselves developed? Is it human nature or is it ingrained in the competitive spirit that the capitalist world imposes on us? But then does the socialist or communist society invoke a sense of love for one another either? We clearly live in a materialistic world where we all require to have everything to be perfect. And with a culture of everything with a used-by-date we no longer need to reason and compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do we avoid asking the question of whether "he loves me or not"? Perhaps an answer is to always show belief, trust and faith in all those we meet and see. Take the approach of "innocent until proven guilty". And try to avoid the selfish question of "He love me or He love me not". Because if we have belief, trust and faith in all and everything before us, then we will have belief, trust and faith in ourselves. At which point, there is no need to ask the question! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Maestro di Amore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-6496458334881095764?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/6496458334881095764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=6496458334881095764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/6496458334881095764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/6496458334881095764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2007/09/he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not.html' title='&quot;he loves me, he loves me not...&quot;'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-441170045285961435</id><published>2007-09-18T00:31:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T12:24:06.051+02:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE - an invitation for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"He loves me, he loves me not ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome guests.  Chant the poem along with us.  This is where the petals fall.  Ask the hard questions.  These are questions everyone has asked, and we, your authors, have asked them ourselves.  Allow yourself to be swept away, and discover the truth at the end of the song ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Maestro di Amore, for the definition of love. Perhaps our ramblings and verbal doodles will lead us in quite varied directions, but I whole-heartedly agree it is difficult to discuss such important subjects without clear definitions of underlying concepts, in this case, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last night around the table a long time friend of mine hinted that he is loosing interest in his church.  I believe the reasons were that he doesn't feel needed (i.e. useful) and that the folks there aren't living solidarity.  When mr.anti-war is sitting next to mr.pro-gun they don't find much to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sad commentary if we can not hold a variety of views on issues like this and still love God, love the world around us, feed the poor, and just plain love each other for being human.  Maybe I read too many books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's this crazy Parisian culture I live in where you build friendships based on whether you can argue your philosophical beliefs with conviction and wit, as opposed to whether you all hold the same convictions.  It doesn't bother me if I'm sitting next to someone who holds radically different political or social views.  They have come to their conclusion, as I have, over time, influenced by life experiences.  (inevitably different experiences than mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would want my church to be full of people who are very different, who represent different ideals, and who can sharpen each other.  So I welcome all of our readers to join the discussion, I don't care what ideals you hold, just please don't discriminate against those who hold other views at my table. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Neo-Realist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-441170045285961435?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/441170045285961435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=441170045285961435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/441170045285961435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/441170045285961435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-invitation-for-you.html' title='LOVE - an invitation for you'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290375322480002347.post-1211909562059404749</id><published>2007-09-17T18:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T11:37:52.940+02:00</updated><title type='text'>CONSISTENCY - social activism and the greater human problem</title><content type='html'>Is it possible to be consistent?  Does anybody really live out all of their ideals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First a quote to wet my whistle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"When we were done, I started wondering if we had accomplished anything.  I started wondering whether we had accomplished anything.  I started wondering whether we could actually change the world.  I mean, of course we could - we could change our buying habits, elect socially conscious representatives and that sort of thing, but I honestly don't believe we will be solving the greater human conflict with our efforts.  The problem is not a certain type of legislation or even a certain politician; the problem is the same that it has always been.&lt;br /&gt;I am the problem"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Donald Miller in his book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blue Like Jazz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to live out my ideals?  Ever since the sixth grade I've been haunted by environmental guilt.  My sixth grade teacher was a big environmental activist.  Of course I walked into her class in the wake of the Exxon Valdez Oil Spill.  And my little 10 year old self  promptly ran home and adopted my very own blue whale.  I still have the adoption certificate to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a conscientious recycler ever since.  At one point while the world was paying to have their trash stored away in huge ugly landfills, my parents made an extreme decision to personally burn their garbage, and the recycling plant paid us for all of the aluminum we brought them.  But do I personally see to it that all of my paper waste is recycled?  No, far from it.  Now I'm the one filling the landfills with all of my trash and I don't even feel convicted because it is a hard uphill battle to do the right thing.  How can I change the world if I can't even change me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BW5BsSEnzro"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BW5BsSEnzro" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay you got me, Activism is just a red-herring.  What I'm really talking about is that element of tension within each of us which surrounds every issue worthy of passion known to man-kind.  If LOVE is truly my motive I can not fail in my passion, but if trends and fads fuel my activism then my passion with fizzle and fade. HE LOVES ME, HE LOVES ME NOT ... is the sub-title of this page, namely because we believe that in the deepest part of ourselves only one thing is powerful enough to make the difference between whether I am consistent or not, LOVE. Do I LOVE it or do I NOT? I do what I LOVE to do. Point Finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the truth that speaks powerfully in a timeless ancient passage recording the words of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"This is the verdict: Light has come into the world, but men loved darkness instead of light because their deeds were evil. &lt;span id="en-NIV-26131" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everyone who does evil hates the light, and will not come into the light for fear that his deeds will be exposed. &lt;span id="en-NIV-26132" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But whoever lives by the truth comes into the light, so that it may be seen plainly that what he has done has been done through God."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the reaction of Paul ressonate within you as it does me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I do not understand what I do.  For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. &lt;span id="en-NIV-28096" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For what I do is not the good I want to do; no, the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing. &lt;span id="en-NIV-28097" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it.  &lt;span id="en-NIV-28098" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So I find this law at work: When I want to do good, evil is right there with me. &lt;span id="en-NIV-28099" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For in my inner being I delight in God's law; &lt;span id="en-NIV-28100" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but I see another law at work in the members of my body, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within my members. &lt;span id="en-NIV-28101" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What a wretched man I am!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Neo-Realist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290375322480002347-1211909562059404749?l=cafepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/1211909562059404749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5290375322480002347&amp;postID=1211909562059404749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/1211909562059404749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290375322480002347/posts/default/1211909562059404749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafepetal.blogspot.com/2007/09/consistency-social-activism-and-greater.html' title='CONSISTENCY - social activism and the greater human problem'/><author><name>Café Petal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
