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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.9.2 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Wed, 10 Mar 2010 05:35:02 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>Inspiration</title><subtitle>Inspiration</subtitle><id>http://www.lynneswords.com/inspiration/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://www.lynneswords.com/inspiration/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.lynneswords.com/inspiration/atom.xml"/><updated>2009-10-09T13:30:44Z</updated><generator uri="http://www.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace Site Server v5.9.2 (http://www.squarespace.com/)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>Inspirational Chemistry!</title><id>http://www.lynneswords.com/inspiration/2009/10/9/inspirational-chemistry.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.lynneswords.com/inspiration/2009/10/9/inspirational-chemistry.html"/><author><name>Lynne</name></author><published>2009-10-09T13:15:50Z</published><updated>2009-10-09T13:15:50Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-GB"><![CDATA[<p>I found this video really inspirational. When I watched it, it made me think about how amazingly complex and precise the mechanisms of life are. Can it all really be random?</p>
<p><br /> I think not!<br /><br />Professor Martyn Poliakoff of Nottingam University discusses the winners of the Nobel Prize for Chemistry and explains what they did to work out the structure of ribosomes and the way that proteins are made. He explains clearly and with the minimum of scientific jargon (plus some nifty little dog toys!) how ribosomes make proteins from the coding of DNA. I already knew some of this, but not the up to date details explained here. Today I learned so much more, and the Professor is superb at making his explanations easy to understand. At least I think so!</p>
<p>The video is from <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/periodicvideos">Periodic Videos</a> on YouTube. <br /><br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nfZ0hX1VdQ4&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nfZ0hX1VdQ4&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>An Abundance of Apples</title><id>http://www.lynneswords.com/inspiration/2009/10/3/an-abundance-of-apples.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.lynneswords.com/inspiration/2009/10/3/an-abundance-of-apples.html"/><author><name>Lynne</name></author><published>2009-10-03T16:41:06Z</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:41:06Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-GB"><![CDATA[<p>&nbsp;</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: 150%;">&nbsp;Anyone can count the seeds in an apple, </span></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: 150%;">but only God can count the number of apples in a seed.</span></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em style="font-size: 120%;">Robert H. Schuller</em></p>
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<p>&nbsp;</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Butterflies</title><id>http://www.lynneswords.com/inspiration/2009/8/9/butterflies.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.lynneswords.com/inspiration/2009/8/9/butterflies.html"/><author><name>Lynne</name></author><published>2009-08-09T17:44:26Z</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:44:26Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-GB"><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 120%;">The lovely sunshine has brought out many butterflies this weekend. I watched them flitting and fluttering around the buddleia this morning and managed to get this photo of a Peacock butterfly as it rested on one long purple and pink flower head.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.lynneswords.com/storage/peacockbutter3.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1249846344474" alt="" /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: 120%;">It reminded me that beauty is all around us if we just look. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.</strong> <br /><em>Nathaniel Hawthorne</em><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 120%;">I went searching for some more butterfly quotes. Here are some of my favourites:</span><br /><br /><strong>Just like the butterfly, I too will awaken in my own time.</strong> <br /><em>Deborah Chaskin</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>If nothing ever changed, there'd be no butterflies.<br /></strong><em>Author Unknown</em><strong><br /></strong><em></em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty. </strong><br /><em>Maya Angelou</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, <br />or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man.</strong> <br /><em>Chuang Tzu</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls the butterfly.</strong><br /><em>Richard Bach</em><br /><br /><strong>Love is like a butterfly: if you<br />hold it too close you can kill it,<br />but if you don't hold it close enough,<br />it can fly away.</strong><br /><em>Anonymous</em><br /><br /><strong>"How does one become a butterfly?" she asked pensively.<br />"You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give<br />up being a caterpillar."</strong><br /><em>Trina Paulus</em></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Let Your Light Shine</title><id>http://www.lynneswords.com/inspiration/2009/7/25/let-your-light-shine.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.lynneswords.com/inspiration/2009/7/25/let-your-light-shine.html"/><author><name>Lynne</name></author><published>2009-07-25T10:53:07Z</published><updated>2009-07-25T10:53:07Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-GB"><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 120%;">This beautiful Morning Glory reminded me of one of my favourite quotes</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 120%;"><strong>Let Your Light Shine</strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 110%;">"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.<br /></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 110%;">Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.<br /></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 110%;">It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us.<br /></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 110%;">We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?<br /></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 110%;">Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 110%;">Your playing small doesn't serve the world.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 110%;">There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.<br /></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 110%;">We are all meant to shine, as children do.<br /></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 110%;">We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.<br /></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 110%;">It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 110%;">And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.<br /></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 110%;">As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 110%;">Marianne Williamson 1992</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: 120%;">How could anyone ever tell you </span></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: 120%;">You were anything less than beautiful<br /></span></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: 120%;">How could anyone ever tell you</span></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: 120%;">You were less than whole</span></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: 120%;">How could anyone fail to notice</span></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: 120%;">That your loving is a miracle</span></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: 120%;">How deeply you're connected to my soul</span></strong></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Commitment</title><id>http://www.lynneswords.com/inspiration/2008/10/15/commitment.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.lynneswords.com/inspiration/2008/10/15/commitment.html"/><author><name>Lynne</name></author><published>2008-10-15T10:19:34Z</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:19:34Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-GB"><![CDATA[<br><p style="text-align: center; font-size: 120%;">Do you think there's nothing you can do about the big issues of this world? <br></p><p style="text-align: center; font-size: 110%;">Think again ... and<br></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: yui-tmp; font-size: 120%;"><em><strong style="font-size: 130%;">"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful committed citizens can change the world: Indeed it's the only thing that ever has."</strong> Margaret Mead</em></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: yui-tmp; font-size: 120%;"><em><br></em></p><div style="text-align: center; font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>"Until one is committed, there is hesitancy...<br>Boldness has genius, power and magic in it."&nbsp; <br></strong>Goethe.</em><em><strong> <br>
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</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Being Grateful</title><id>http://www.lynneswords.com/inspiration/2008/10/3/being-grateful.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.lynneswords.com/inspiration/2008/10/3/being-grateful.html"/><author><name>Lynne</name></author><published>2008-10-03T22:31:05Z</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:31:05Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-GB"><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center; font-size: 130%;"><strong>There are always things to be grateful for.





<br></strong></p><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote>God gave you a gift of 86,400 seconds today.</blockquote></div><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote>Have you used one to say "thank you?"</blockquote></div><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote>&nbsp; <em>William A. Ward</em></blockquote></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"><br></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote>If the only prayer you said in your whole life was, "thank you," that would suffice.&nbsp; <br><em>Meister Eckhart</em></blockquote></div>]]></content></entry><entry><title>New Beginnings</title><id>http://www.lynneswords.com/inspiration/2008/1/12/new-beginnings.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.lynneswords.com/inspiration/2008/1/12/new-beginnings.html"/><author><name>Lynne</name></author><published>2008-01-12T18:54:48Z</published><updated>2008-01-12T18:54:48Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-GB"><![CDATA[<p align="center" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span class="sizeGreater20">New Beginnings can turn up in surprising places.</span></strong></p><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span class="sizeGreater40">All glory comes from daring to begin.</span></strong><br />&nbsp;<em>Eugene F. Ware</em> </div><p align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span class="full-image-float-left"><img src="http://www.lynneswords.com/storage/snowdrop.jpg" alt="snowdrop.jpg" /></span> <br /></p><p align="center" style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p><p align="center" style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<br /></p><p align="center" style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<span class="sizeGreater20"><strong>Every day is a new beginning. Treat it that way. Stay away from what might have been, and look at what can be.</strong> </span><br /> &nbsp; <em>Marsha Petrie Sue</em></p><p align="center" style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>A Favourite Christmas Poem</title><id>http://www.lynneswords.com/inspiration/2007/12/23/a-favourite-christmas-poem.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.lynneswords.com/inspiration/2007/12/23/a-favourite-christmas-poem.html"/><author><name>Lynne</name></author><published>2007-12-23T16:08:42Z</published><updated>2007-12-23T16:08:42Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-GB"><![CDATA[<p align="right" style="text-align: right;"><span class="full-image-float-left"><img src="http://www.lynneswords.com/storage/ANGEL1.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1198426463729" alt="ANGEL1.jpg" /></span></p><p align="right" style="text-align: right;">&nbsp;<strong>When the Song of the Angels Is Stilled &nbsp;</strong><br /><br />When the song of the angels is stilled,<br />When the star in the sky is gone,<br />When the kings and the princes are home,<br />When the shepherds are back with their flocks,<br />The work of Christmas begins:<br />To find the lost,<br />To heal the broken,<br />To feed the hungry,<br />To release the prisoner,<br />To rebuild the nations,<br />To bring peace among brothers,<br />To make music in the heart. <br /><br /><em>Howard Thurman</em><br /><br /></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Be like the Grass</title><id>http://www.lynneswords.com/inspiration/2007/12/17/be-like-the-grass.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.lynneswords.com/inspiration/2007/12/17/be-like-the-grass.html"/><author><name>Lynne</name></author><published>2007-12-17T09:18:12Z</published><updated>2007-12-17T09:18:12Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-GB"><![CDATA[<p align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span class="full-image-float-left"><img src="http://www.lynneswords.com/storage/GRASS.JPG?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1197932875718" alt="GRASS.JPG" /></span></p><p align="center" style="text-align: center;">Consider grass. Tough and strong, yet soft and yielding.<br />It grows continually, replenishing itself in some of the most difficult situations.</p><p align="center" style="text-align: center;">Cut it and it grows thicker, stronger. Leave it and it grows long and lush, making wispy flowers that send off pollen, and ultimately bear seeds.</p><p align="center" style="text-align: center;"> <strong>You could cover the whole earth with asphalt, but sooner or later green grass would break through</strong><br /><strong><em>Ilya Ehrenburg&nbsp;</em>&nbsp; </strong><br /></p><p align="center" style="text-align: center;">Grass braves the frosts and snows of winter, lying green and sleepy. It scorches brown and dies down in times of hot sun and drought - yet grows again when rain comes.</p><p align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span class="sizeGreater20">&nbsp;</span><strong>Sitting quietly, doing nothing,<br />Spring comes, and the grass grows by itself.</strong><br /><strong><em>The Gospel According To Zen</em><br /></strong><br />Strong enough to take the hard pounding feet of children, footballers, cattle.<br />Soft enough to provide a lush carpet to lie on.<br />Nourishment for many creatures, home to even more.&nbsp;</p><p align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span class="sizeGreater40">Can you be like the grass?</span></p><p align="center" style="text-align: center;"><strong>Grass is the forgiveness of nature - her constant benediction.<br />Forests decay, harvests perish, flowers vanish, but grass is immortal.</strong><br /><strong>&nbsp;<em>Brian Ingalls&nbsp;</em> </strong></p><p align="center" style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p>]]></content></entry></feed>