<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 05:44:19 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Living for the Common Good</title><description>Brain flows</description><link>http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Fawnsita)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-5889530080723611993</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 05:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-25T01:44:19.997-04:00</atom:updated><title>It's Getting Colder</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/SuPlEDNzz6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/tEzFkwc4_-A/s1600-h/IMG_2532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/SuPlEDNzz6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/tEzFkwc4_-A/s320/IMG_2532.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396408636265451426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FACE IN THE ARCTIC WINDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-5889530080723611993?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-getting-colder.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fawnsita)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/SuPlEDNzz6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/tEzFkwc4_-A/s72-c/IMG_2532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-5483057098115885741</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 14:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-22T10:49:33.549-04:00</atom:updated><title>no polar bear</title><description>i thought this would be my time to see n have an answered prayer, but perhaps another time, I am hoping to make a commercial of coca cola... the real one not the made up polar bears and make myself rich for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we now have snow up here and it's been staying here for the past few days. I've also seen n heard skidoos riding around. it's getting cold. and I have a feeling it will get colder n colder as days come n go!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;n i have to run!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-5483057098115885741?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-polar-bear.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fawnsita)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-2174502980347762186</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 13:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-01T00:04:37.526-04:00</atom:updated><title>siting on top of the world</title><description>or seems like I am. A new season and it literally feels like a new season with the coldness that I feel when I step outside. My summer was one of the best and busy ones but not so tiring. I guess I could say it was one the most adventuresome.  After the Arctic in May, I was at home on the first day of June and spent time at home for at least 9 days or so. I actually stayed in Montreal for a bit and then to then to my kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 10, flew over to the southern eastern for almost 2 weeks for a "holiday". That was the best time ever to hang and chill and explore the area. Loved it to bits. love friends really. i would be so boring without them. i find friendships at times build a sweet character in us. Don't you think?  I miss them Hanners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in Ottawa for some time due to the Summit my uncle was holding. Finally made it home after a few days from my trip to Australia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed home for a bit. learned politiks this summer at the CNYC Annual General Assembly.  I actually visited Nemaska this summer and Waskaganish twice this summer.  I went to a funeral where I learned to give even more out of your heart.  To live passionately and give the most of life and pursue what you love the most.  My life has been touched this summer in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as I sit up here, it gives me smile cause I know I love to serve and give my time and energy to ones that need a helping hand, but not only that, but I get to do what I love to do. Who would have thought?  Of all places in the world, that I'd sit on top of this world and love from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-2174502980347762186?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2009/09/siting-on-top-of-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fawnsita)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-4359023081780311001</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 23:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-30T19:39:52.669-04:00</atom:updated><title>??</title><description>h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-4359023081780311001?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fawnsita)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-8878564020524065019</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 22:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-30T18:07:51.400-04:00</atom:updated><title>ooops</title><description>i have no idea how to get rid of myself in the followers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-8878564020524065019?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2009/08/ooops.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fawnsita)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-4514949080069240889</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 16:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-13T12:19:57.393-04:00</atom:updated><title>"Quote"</title><description>A proud man is always looking down on things and people; and, of course, as long as you're looking down, you can't see something that's above you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride is the mask of one's own faults. &lt;br /&gt;Jewish Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride sullies the noblest character. &lt;br /&gt;Claudianus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o Lord have mercy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-4514949080069240889?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2009/07/quote.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fawnsita)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-751630806238889675</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 21:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-09T17:16:43.041-04:00</atom:updated><title>Passion</title><description>passion |ˈpa sh ən|&lt;br /&gt;noun&lt;br /&gt;1 strong and barely controllable emotion : a man of impetuous passion. See note at emotion .&lt;br /&gt;• a state or outburst of such emotion : oratory in which he gradually works himself up into a passion.&lt;br /&gt;• intense sexual love : their all-consuming passion for each other | she nurses a passion for Thomas.&lt;br /&gt;• an intense desire or enthusiasm for something : the English have a passion for gardens.&lt;br /&gt;• a thing arousing enthusiasm : modern furniture is a particular passion of Bill's.&lt;br /&gt;2 ( the Passion) the suffering and death of Jesus : meditations on the Passion of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;• a narrative of this from any of the Gospels.&lt;br /&gt;• a musical setting of any of these narratives : an aria from Bach's St. Matthew Passion.&lt;br /&gt;DERIVATIVES&lt;br /&gt;passionless adjective&lt;br /&gt;ORIGIN Middle English : from Old French, from late Latin passio(n-) (chiefly a term in Christian theology), from Latin pati ‘suffer.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I passionate about?&lt;br /&gt;What am I passionate about?&lt;br /&gt;What do I believe in?&lt;br /&gt;Who do I believe in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion...... bit of  a scary word I say.   Can a passion ever die? was it ever alive?  What do I truly believe in.  Who do I really believe in?  So many questions on this journey....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My passion lies in the temporary things... or am I thinking of the things I like?  tricky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life would make sense if I had "PASSION" for something.... looking n looking.... on the road to discovery!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-751630806238889675?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2009/07/passion.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fawnsita)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-854876360221436555</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 00:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-09T00:53:48.345-04:00</atom:updated><title>water &amp; sand</title><description>Managed to get mum outa the house and hang out with jojo (pup) and I to the beach.  We have this lil dog that puts us together in harmony in one sense or another.  He causes to laugh together at him at the silly things he does.  I appreciate this dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Families can be so alike and yet so different.  In our differences, I want to learn and accept that we will not agree on some things.  I put myself aside and persisted that she come with us on this beautiful day and so it was as I wished.  Time together can be more  meaningful than thousands of words trying to explain your beliefs, convictions, and whatnot.  Sand and water is what we were.&lt;br /&gt;Jojo got both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-854876360221436555?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2009/07/water-sand.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fawnsita)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-7600600372249498580</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Jul 2009 15:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-06T13:29:29.149-04:00</atom:updated><title>Contemplate Now</title><description>d'you ever wonder where you meant to be in the long run? I've not experienced permanent or longevity in some thing or place or work.  Everything is so temporary, at least in my lil world.  As I get slightly older, I wonder where on earth could I possibly build my home. I only own a car, electric n acoustic guitar, laptop, ipod and a camera and leather pants.  No home.  I have family, but it's not the same. I'd like to have my own space.  I may be maturing.  A tad late I think.  Or was it totally meant to be this way......  So where shall we go Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see what my house would look like, would it be very random and full of colour?  where is it?  I know my bathrooms would be clean.  So where should I go?  I know wherever I go, I will find my home in Him in me.  But what if I found a permanent job and own a place, would I know how to settle? Would I be able to stay put or would I be itching to leave the country every six months or so? Should I even bother settling somewhere or continue on with my nomadic life?  I have to decide.  I know for sure I want my special peeps in my life. I can't seem to go without.  I used to live totally on my own and not have tight peepsters in my life and never had issues!!! ;) But something extraordinary happened and now I long to be with the ones I love. I know they love me too.  I seem to "live" when I am with the ones I adore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got no deep roots here, so why am I here? I have no idea.  Family is one thing, but other than that, I'm a wandering soul.  I've had this way of thinking every where I've lived since i was kid.  I won't decorate or buy much cause I won't be here for a long time anyway.  I've lived in many homes and so it's very easy to just "visit" wherever I happen to live... again temporarily.  I've been very simple all these years. I never minded not having a dresser when I used to live in the city.  Simplicity was my way of living or was it avoiding the creativity to flow in what I could have done? who knows. Or was I just mindless of such matters so I would not get in touch with the deep things of the heart.  So much to discover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of 2 things this morning when I got up, one I can't recall at the mo, but I used to like to run at my own pace of course, run as in that physical activity.  mmmmm the other ... still can retrieve it from the brain. Anyhow, it had to do with the things l like to do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go back to writing these days and see if it's possible to publish random notes of the nomad.  I shall now enjoy the sun out there in my backyard with a book and a dog with me.  Haven't seen the sun since I've been back I think. It's been a while.  so long blog!  have a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-7600600372249498580?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2009/07/contemplate-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fawnsita)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-4493704477803720721</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Jun 2009 04:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-16T00:53:47.113-04:00</atom:updated><title>Down Under</title><description>So here I am after my time in the Arctic.  It's only been 16 days since I left my other home in the far north.  It's quite crazy when I think of where I been. Once on top of the world and now down below way over down this side of the world. I am indeed very blessed.  Now where do I go from here? Where is my life going to?  Do I just keep on traveling til my eyes behold the beauty of your face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow... just a bit of thinking here.... I'm resting for the day and off we will go tomorrow to some place called blue mountain or who knows where.  Where will I end up? I wonder.  Anyway I am not in deep thought cause I'm watching Anne of Green Gabbles.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-4493704477803720721?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2009/06/down-under.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fawnsita)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-6447158841043942654</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Mar 2009 06:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-05T01:36:31.272-05:00</atom:updated><title>Northern chick</title><description>Still livin' n lovin' the arctic life.  I've been checking out this small village that I got new friends and I want to consider options of working here... still a big decision to make, but the thought of living in a village of less than 300 makes me happy or excited in some way... Im not sure if I got the right words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do I go and where do I begin this new journey,,,,,, still testing the grounds....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway that's a mini update for now.&lt;br /&gt;tata!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-6447158841043942654?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2009/03/northern-chick.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fawnsita)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-6385329052785637295</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Jan 2009 10:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-26T05:46:37.131-05:00</atom:updated><title>london</title><description>So here i am again in London after 8 months from my first stay with the Fowlers. I love everything about London and its splendor.  A person such as I could only appreciate this life as we can not have or experience this kind of life where I am from.  I love London and its people and culture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-6385329052785637295?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/london.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fawnsita)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-2862415466102349614</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Jan 2009 23:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-10T19:07:48.647-05:00</atom:updated><title>January 10 at 6:54pm</title><description>This is my first blog of the year.  I've not had such a peaceful, restful and relaxing Christmas holiday.  I loved our "family times" which always involved food but in total moderation.  We did so well this year.  &lt;br /&gt;I got lots gift this year, to name a few, sephora makeup (I chose), warm sock, a lot of earrings, 10x mirror so I can pluck n pick my face, perfume and let's not forget the bedroom set.  &lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite times was hanging out with my nieces and nephew of course but he can't do much just yet.  But my nieces and I got the chance to bake some shortbread cookies and decorated them.  It was just a lovely afternoon.  And at another time, I took my 2 year old niece sledding and my other 2 nieces wanted to come along and so we went sliding and it was quite the joy to see them laugh and flip over and giggle and play in the snow white hill.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still at home with the parents, but will be leaving in a week to head over to England for a good 10 days.  I have been invited to a lovely wedding and I am so excited to join the party and celebrate their oneness.  I hope to so some shopping and discovering more the city with Sam and hope to chill with Melissa as well in the city of London! How exciting.  I am off to a great start and sure hope it's a fun ride throughout this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the trip, I go back to my country and off to the Arctic!  I will be back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is it for now.  So long peeps.  I hope our paths come across this year a bit more often than this last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-2862415466102349614?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-10-at-654pm.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fawnsita)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-2390125931737457740</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Nov 2008 22:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-25T17:37:11.825-05:00</atom:updated><title>winterland</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/SSx9XKPE05I/AAAAAAAAAEM/9tbZ6XBMGBE/s1600-h/DSCF3747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/SSx9XKPE05I/AAAAAAAAAEM/9tbZ6XBMGBE/s400/DSCF3747.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272727100582056850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-2390125931737457740?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/winterland.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fawnsita)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7uFyLZJdJlQ/SSx9XKPE05I/AAAAAAAAAEM/9tbZ6XBMGBE/s72-c/DSCF3747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-3685121021087873225</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Nov 2008 22:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-25T17:27:26.024-05:00</atom:updated><title>december is almost here</title><description>I am on the verge of getting excited to go home....&lt;br /&gt;i will be in another society where there are countless shops, coffee shops, non stop incoming calls and numerous text messages, let's just say one massive distraction.  &lt;br /&gt;I need to sort out my priorities.&lt;br /&gt;I need to manage my time.&lt;br /&gt;I need to be smart and not go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 more days and I will be swept away to another destination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-3685121021087873225?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/december-is-almost-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fawnsita)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-2255840763627341605</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Oct 2008 07:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-20T03:47:33.326-04:00</atom:updated><title>story</title><description>I'd like to meet ... the man of my dreams. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;makes me wonder at times if that will be the story of my life... remarried like so many or will it be... I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I do hope at times to be with him, dunno what he looks like...&lt;br /&gt;But I find myself stop right there and that I need to be realistic and not go to lalaland...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let me sleep on this!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-2255840763627341605?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2008/10/story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fawnsita)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-103559163242540335</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Sep 2008 13:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-18T09:12:50.180-04:00</atom:updated><title>winds</title><description>so as i tried to sleep yesterday, i had a bit of difficulty due to loud winds. it was said the winds were roughly 90 km/h.  can it get any more windier?  Anyway, I managed to fall asleep and got up at 530pm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on I was informed they had flurries at noon.  So I missed that out.  People got excited about the winds of change.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do not have the proper jacket for this weather. I didn't think I'd need my winter jacket so soon... so I will need to face this great challenge. But thank goodness I have friends who have cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAISE THE LORD ANYHOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-103559163242540335?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2008/09/winds.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fawnsita)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-1854662019927446285</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2008 03:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-06T23:50:56.364-04:00</atom:updated><title>DAY 1</title><description>ok I am not going to write everyday for the next couple months.  First 24 hours are normally interesting.  So I got here yesterday at past 10:30 with much anxiety but in a good way of course.  I was a bit nervous and excited cause I don't have an exact clue what I will be doing.  Anyhoop my best friend in the Arctic came in great excitement and unbelief at the same time. She has waited for that day for years according to her.  I also met my coworkers and my lil boss was so excited that just embraced me in such joy.  She was so thrilled to meet me and so saw I.  I did not quite expect such an excitement from her, but hey I fully embraced me with such acceptance and welcome!  The sweet people I will be with are Roda, Eva and Mae.  all lovely!  The ladies went to my "residence" to see if all was ok, so we met and they tell me to get some time away cause they had to clean it before I move in! such royalty I say!  No supervisor or boss has cleaned my house, it's a huge house as well.  I am very honored and it's a blessing.  I didn't think it'd turned out this way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I did not mind at all.  So I spent my day with my friend Ilisapi and had  a rest, slept while she worked.  I was tired.  I had a busy week before I left... wedding n stuff at home... very nice but very tiring....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoop that evening we had kids ministry and it was fun to watch and see how they run things...they are very passionate and so full of life! I had a good evening, but still tired for some weird reason.  Perhaps my nap was not enough.  We went home and played our guitars for an hour or so...  It was quite a busy day.  ANd off to bed! the ENd&lt;br /&gt;o ya there are trees.  we're right at where the tree line stops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-1854662019927446285?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fawnsita)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-2680568459246334927</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2008 19:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-26T15:22:51.540-04:00</atom:updated><title>beautiful Tuesday</title><description>Sun is out and clouds are pretty far from off from my lil community.  Gotta love this kinda weather especially when it's been a wee bit chilly few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoop gota enjoy this wonderful heat!!&lt;br /&gt;my battery is dying too gotta run&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-2680568459246334927?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2008/08/beautiful-tuesday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fawnsita)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-4300564286455908696</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 20:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-22T17:00:08.905-04:00</atom:updated><title>Fun Thursday Morning</title><description>So had the interview and got a call less than an hour later to be informed that I was taken on board and start work soon in the Arctic.  sooooooooooooo happy, thrilled and excited!!!  &lt;br /&gt;This day has finally come after over a year.  I guess it took a year for everything to come to pass and learn and grow.  I  lived almost exactly a year in my home town.  I had my ups and downs and had lots of challenging times living a new chapter in my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto another chapter now. I start my life in the Arctic next month, in 2 weeks really.  I do not know what the full picture and part of me doesn't want to know as I want to live one day at a time and learn and enjoy every moment of the learning, growing times for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall keep this blog updated and this might be the best way to know my whereabouts and whatabouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonderful life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few years ago I thought of the world and the people in it and many say I want to do the will of God and I thought wow... so many are doing that because our desires originated from Him and we do what we must to get to that destination for a time, a season....&lt;br /&gt;So here I am doing what I love!! Off I go and away I go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-4300564286455908696?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-thursday-morning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fawnsita)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-910315125419705243</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Aug 2008 16:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-17T12:56:56.676-04:00</atom:updated><title>the Arctic Call</title><description>Sooooooooooo after months of waiting to receive a call like... you are hired!!! has finally come few days ago.  It was actually more like 'are you still interested?'  I had sent my cv months ago and I guess they were on holidays and the center was under renovations and wondered if I was still interested. Of course I was and am still very interested!!! I was just in the waiting room for so long and the time has finally come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I told my friend early this summer that I had a feeling that I may get hired in the Fall and it's possible that I will be there this Fall.  I should get another phone call from the chairperson for confirmation and stuff.  In the meantime I shall get ready for things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past couple weeks have been interesting now when I look back.  There were times I felt like I needed to get ready, for what? just about the future, maybe read and write, get my notes sorted out.  Then another day I thought of writing a song about someone who has contemplated on suicide, like a song of desperation and another one on a young woman's struggle for life.  That morning, I said thank you God for the call of receiving a new job.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these things started to make sense and it wasn't all about me and my desires.  But it was a preparation for what's to come.  I shall be in contact with people who had it rough and tough.  These people I already have a heart for.  I actually sang out a song for them and started crying.  Very intriguing moment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-910315125419705243?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2008/08/arctic-call.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fawnsita)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-8407838124889143580</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Aug 2008 03:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-10T23:38:06.859-04:00</atom:updated><title>A time for.....</title><description>I cried yesterday. I sat outside and just cried out and asked and wondered many things.  And then I think I heard -start writing.  And I stopped crying.  I wondered could this be God really? Anyway I am getting on that journey either way.  In due season I will discover if it was a spontaneous thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always had a passion to write, but I kinda been putting that off for reasons unknown.  I guess I need to get caught on my thinking's' and reasonings and write them down as many times these spontaneous thoughts come and suddenly make sense and get new revelations!! whhhoooohooo passion is rising up!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-8407838124889143580?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fawnsita)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-4346762174398961488</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 17:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-06T13:20:42.590-04:00</atom:updated><title>free time (s)</title><description>well now that i have no employment and have all the free time to do all I want?!?!?!?  what do I do and where do I begin? O my so many options!  &lt;br /&gt;I guess I could start off losing a few pounds and get $ coming and play music and write some as well.  OK I must start being productive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-4346762174398961488?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2008/08/free-time-s.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fawnsita)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-5350470032981984891</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 00:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-18T20:55:53.988-04:00</atom:updated><title>takes a while</title><description>for the first time I got the message on the orphan spirit.... after 3 years maybe? finally understood at least some of it now and I really don't want to live out of that.  I want to be a daughter 24/7.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-5350470032981984891?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/takes-while.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fawnsita)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34093659.post-3350977295034871875</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2008 01:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-06T21:59:50.695-04:00</atom:updated><title>another new life</title><description>my nephew is just around the corner.  anytime from now and just looking forward to hearing an update from Montreal. yes, he flew out today because he is just really sneaky and loves adventure.  Every phone ring excites me.  I love my nephew... my first one.  My brother's first son and my sister in law's first son and who knows, he may be the last baby from that family....  So now I'm just waiting on the call and head to Mtl to see him anytime now. &lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy aunt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34093659-3350977295034871875?l=theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theonlyindianfawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-new-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fawnsita)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>