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  <title>Oh, what a night!</title>
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  <description>A couple nights ago, I stepped outside after my evening workout to cool down. In the shadow of my little home in the suburbs, I found myself gazing up at the stars as they shone like diamonds against the velvet blue canvas of the night sky. The breeze kissed my bare shoulders like a gentle lover. I stretched my arms toward the sky in praise and breathed in deeply the sweet night air. This was the recognition I had always hoped to find in my life: the connection between the mundane and the extraordinary, the physical and the metaphysical, the beat of my heart in tandem with the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, maybe I just overdid it on the treadmill.</description>
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  <title>&quot;Thou art Goddess&quot;</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m a couple chapters away from completing &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/Body-Sacred-Dianne-Sylvan/dp/0738707619/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/104-4507212-7564727?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1176703001&amp;amp;sr=8-1&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Body Sacred&lt;/i&gt; by Dianne Sylvan&lt;/a&gt; and I can honestly say it is one of the most inspiring books I&apos;ve ever read -- and I&apos;m not even Wiccan. The author&apos;s approach in tackling the issue of body image to pagan women* is reminiscent of a chat you might have with a good friend over coffee; it&apos;s not sugar-coated, but it&apos;s most definitely worth taking to heart. Sylvan explores several archetypes of the Goddess and offers exercises and meditations one can use to gain insight into the goddess within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so enamored with this book that I&apos;m considering passing it on to one or two of my best friends once I&apos;m through with it. Granted, they&apos;re not pagan, but they are open-minded enough to appreciate some good feminine power at work, bless them. Hopefully they won&apos;t mind the highlighted passages and notes in the margin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The book is written by a women, about women, primarily &lt;i&gt;for&lt;/i&gt; women, so naturally the God isn&apos;t spotlighted as much as his divine female counterpart. However, he does makes a few unexpected cameos.</description>
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