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Det Gud gjort i ditt liv är oerhört fantastiskt! Man kan förstå det intellektuellt, men för att det skall bli levande måste det uppenbaras i din ande. Pusselbitarna läggs på plats i den här undervisningen och på slutet får du möjlighet att be med i den bön som den helige Ande gett oss för att vi skall se och förstå vilka vi är i Jesus Kristus. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Romantiken lever i några av våra mest älskade barn- och ungdomsböcker. Eva-Lotta Hultén berättar om Maria Gripes filosofiska influenser. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radios app. ESSÄ: Detta är en text där skribenten reflekterar över ett ämne eller ett verk. Åsikter som uttrycks är skribentens egna.”Allt levande hörer samman.” Orden formuleras på 1700-talet av Linnélärjungen Andreas Wiik, i ett brev till hans hemligt trolovade, Emelie. Deras korrespondens hittas på Selanderska gården i småländska Ringaryd långt senare av tre ungdomar. Av breven framgår att det ska finnas en antik egyptisk staty gömd någonstans på orten.Det finns ingen Linnélärjunge vid namn Andreas Wiik. Och ingen småländsk ort som heter Ringaryd. Men både mannen och platsen lever i Maria Gripes ”Tordyveln flyger i skymningen”.Tillsammans med ”Agnes Cecilia” är det den av hennes berättelser där de mystiska inslagen är starkast. Samhörighet över både tid och rum manifesterar sig och byggnader kan bära minnen och förmedla budskap. Särskilt i ”Tordyveln flyger i skymningen” bistår växter och djur i kommunikationen. Skalbaggar och krukväxter leder protagonisterna till viktiga ledtrådar på gåtans lösning – var finns statyn som Andreas Wiik hemförde från Egypten?Redan tidigare i sitt författarskap, också i sina mer realistiska berättelser, skildrade Maria Gripe en kommunikation med naturen, genom flera av sina karaktärer. Hugo, i ”Hugo och Josefin”, är en trygg skogsvarelse som kommer till människornas värld med ett budskap: skollärarinnan får veta att hon har hållits för lite i skogen och för mycket i skolan och att det är därför hon bekymrar sig så mycket. När Hugos för misshandel fängelsedömda far ­kommer på tal säger Hugo lugnt att ”Skogen ska en inte överge. Då går dä illa.”Också Loella i Pappa Pellerins dotter, är ett sagoväsen som hör ihop med naturen.Gripes biograf Ying Toijer Nilsson beskriver det så här: ”Den spåntäckta stugan är nästan osynlig, insnärjd i slingerväxter och med gräs på taket. Vädrets makter står på hennes sida, blixten laddar ur sig framför barnavårdsnämndens representanter, stigen är villsam och oländig, yrväder hindrar moderns bekanta som kommer för att hämta barnen.”I Gripes värld samspelar vi med naturen och talar med och genom den.Maria Gripe växte upp i Örebro men trivdes inte i stadens flickskola och när det var dags för vidare utbildning fick det bli Enskilda gymnasiet i Stockholm. Hon bodde inackorderad, och i rummet hon hyrde fanns filosofen Friedrich von Schellings samlade verk. Det är hans naturfilosofi som hon klär i Andreas Wiiks ord, och ger gestalt i Tordyveln flyger i skymningen.Schelling var verksam kring sekelskiftet 1800 och framåt och ingick i den intellektuella kretsen i staden Jena. Han räknas till de tyska idealisterna och romantikerna, vars idéer ofta ses som en motreaktion på upplysningen och den vetenskapliga revolutionen. Med den franske 1600-talsfilosofen René Descartes hade uppdelningen mellan den tänkande och den utsträckta substansen fått en strikt formulering. Ande och materia var åtskilda. Men den föreställningen medförde ett antal problem som Schelling noterade. Hur kan ett medvetande uppstå hos materia och hur kan ett levande jag påverka och påverkas av en död omgivning? ”Mellan sinnet och naturen finns en hemlig förbindelse”, menade Schelling. Men han gick längre än så.Mot den mekanistiska värld som upplysningen målat fram, där människor, djur och växter var att betrakta närmast som maskiner, ställde Schelling ett enhetligt världsallt – den ”allsjäl” som Maria Gripe låter Andreas Wiik skriva om i sina brev till Emelie. Schelling drar slutsatsen att allt levande därför kan kommunicera med, och genom allt annat som lever. En idé som han i sin tur kan ha hämtat inspiration till från de indiska vishetstexterna Upanishaderna. Där beskrivs en panteistisk värld där allt har en gemensam ande, brahman. Gud och naturen är ett.Allting, förklarade Schelling, i den andan, ”var förbundet med vartannat och utgjorde en enda universell organism” – från grodor till träd, stenar, insekter, floder och människor. Ande är osynlig natur, medan naturen är synlig ande – en central tes för romantikerna. I stället för total åtskillnad mellan jaget och naturen – dess motsats.Efter sin studentexamen läste Maria Gripe filosofi och religionshistoria vid Stockholms högskola och romantiken intresserade henne särskilt. Också Schiller, Novalis och Fichte går att spåra i hennes böcker. Liksom Atterbom och Schopenhauer. Gripe var beläst och ville få sina unga läsare att reflektera. Vilket breven till henne visar att hon också lyckades med. ”Den där Schopenhauer verkar bra. Var får man tag på hans böcker?”, skrev en ung läsare.I ”Tordyveln flyger i skymningen” låter hon huvudpersonerna Jonas, Annika och David – 13, 15 och 16 år gamla – samtala om de stora idéerna i Andreas Wiik brev. Brev som han hade bett Emelie att förvalta, och som hon gömt under en golvtilja. I ett meddelande till dem som hittar gömman ber hon att de ska lägga tillbaka Andreas skrifter igen, om deras tid är lika oförnuftig och oaktsam om livet som hennes egen. Är tiden mogen nu, funderar David, Jonas och Annika. Kanske är ingen tid redo för sådana tankar? Men kanske kan alla tider öppna sig för dem?Schelling var en oerhört populär föreläsare vid universitetet i Jena men hans idéer har gått stick i stäv med modernitetens förhärskande naturvetenskap och har kritiserats och förlöjligats, från hans egen tid fram till våra dagar. Samtidigt har han inspirerat tänkare över alla spektra. En av dem var Alexander von Humboldt. När Humboldt dog 1859 var han sin tids mest berömde vetenskapsman, med banbrytande forskning inom en hel rad naturvetenskapliga discipliner, och uppfinnare av några nya, som oceanografi och klimatologi. Hans levnadstecknare Andrea Wulf kallar honom för ”naturvetenskapernas Shakespeare.” Humboldt beskrev, i vännen Schellings anda, jorden som en organism som pulserade av liv, ett sammanhängande helt där allting är förbundet med vartannat i ett nät av organiskt liv. Det leder tankarna till James Lovelocks så kallade Gaiahypotes – att hela jorden fungerar som ett levande, sammanhängande system. Idag har denna tanke ett växande stöd inom naturvetenskapen. Samtidigt visar kvantfysiken på märkliga samband på partikelnivå över stora avstånd – och ny forskning på psykedelika, som ger starka upplevelser av att höra ihop med världsalltet, visar att detta har en positiv effekt vid depressioner.Schellings idéer om en förbunden värld tycks i vår tid komma till oss från olika håll. Hans tankar ser också ut att kunna bli ett viktigt verktyg för att finna nödvändiga nya förhållningssätt till, och förståelse av vår omvärld, i klimatkrisens tid. Allt levande hörer samman. Är vi mogna för att ta till oss den tanken? Är vi tillräckligt lyhörda för att följa de spår som tordyveln lägger ut?Eva-Lotta Hulténjournalist och författare

Young woman finds lust and love at Christmas.By JagFarlane. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.Mel swiped the credit card along the terminal, waited for the receipt to print, stuffed it into the restaurant’s portfolio along with a couple of Ande’s mints, and turned to stroll towards the table. She dropped it off to the table’s occupants and hurried off to the kitchen, trying to look busy though probably fooling no one. It was Christmas Eve after all and the bulk of the town’s part time residents, university students and staff, had all scattered off to home days ago leaving behind the few full time residents to keep the place from looking like a ghost town.She was a student at the university too, but had elected to remain behind this year much to the restaurant manager’s relief. Not that the money had been very good, with the vast majority of the students gone there were only a few souls that made it into the building each night and sometimes she wondered if it had even been worth it to the management to even turn on the lights. Stepping out to pick up the signed receipt and bus several dessert plates away, a glance was given to the tips section and a bit of a relieved sigh at the decent tip. At least the residents routinely tipped, she smiled a bit to herself.After taking a look around and finding no one else at any of her tables, Mel leaned up against the entranceway to the kitchen and allowed herself a quiet moment. Another Christmas Eve alone; not that she hadn’t gotten used to it during her stint in the Air Force. But they still were never easy to take. She’d gotten out and took the chance to move to the one area she’d dreamed of living ever since she was a little girl, Boise, Idaho. Shortly after arriving, she’d invested most of her savings into a condo figuring that not having a monthly house expense was the best route. From there she had enrolled in the local community college and after graduating moved to Boise State University.Between the part time gig as a waitress, her G I Bill money, and a couple small grants Mel was living a fairly comfortable albeit Spartan lifestyle. Still, it hadn’t left a lot of time for romance and it didn’t help that she spent most of her time around people who were a few years younger than her. Just finding someone she could sit at the bar with, legally, was a challenge sometimes and often the grad students were either too busy or in a serious relationship already. Fingers played in the curls of her long, dark red hair as she mulled over her current state in life. That is, until the snapping of fingers in front of her face brought her back to reality.“Hey, you’ve got one on table six.” Sandy smiled to her as she ducked into the kitchen.Shaking her head a little to clear the daze, frowning for a moment as she realized that Jingle Bells was playing for fourth time tonight, and then putting on her best smile, Mel made her way over towards table six. A quick glance at the clock revealed closing time was drawing near and she said a silent thanks to her shift being over soon. She just hoped this last customer wasn’t someone who had gone out to get drunk, and then stopped here on the way home.Phil looked up from the menu as the waitress approached, still mulling between the hickory burger and the spicy chicken sandwich. A moment was spent admiring the waitress’ legs, shown off by the green and black plaid skirt she was wearing. Slowly his eyes moved upwards, the thought of the hickory burger fading as he looked over her full chest and the red curls lying upon it. It had been a long day of travel then in the barn tending to the mare and the approaching woman was a welcome sight indeed, both for the eyes and the promise of getting a decent meal at some point today.She rolled her eyes a bit at the stare she was getting, some days she didn’t mind getting ogled but over the years it had grown quite annoying. So annoyed she was that she didn’t even notice that he appeared to be familiar. “Good evening and welcome to Terry’s. Can I start you out with a drink and perhaps an appetizer?” She put on her best server smile and hoped that perhaps his eyes would move up from her chest to at least her chin.“Can I get a Miller Light and a half order of mozzarella sticks?” He waited for her to write down the order, “And I’ll take a umm, hickory burger, medium rare.” Phil put down the menu to fish out his driver’s license and passed it to the waitress.She scribbled down the order and took the license as it was passed to her, glancing down at the date of birth then at the picture and passed it back to him. As Mel made her way back to the order station, the nagging thought of the familiar face in the picture was bugging her. She hadn’t red the name, and for once regretted not doing so. A glance over her shoulder as she input the order didn’t reveal much as his head was down to play with his phone.The sound of a skirt swishing as the waitress came up to the table caused him to glance up, just long enough to take the pint glass and take an appreciative sip of the amber liquid. Sure, it was a little watery but after the last two days it felt like heaven. Eyes glanced up to watch the waitress walk away, her red hair swaying behind her. Her shape reminded him a bit of someone else but he wasn’t fully sure who and made a note to try to look at her face the next time she came around.Sandy had taken the mozzarella sticks out to him so Mel stood off to the side; taking note that closing time was coming up in a few minutes. Of course the handful of customers still in the joint would be allowed to finish their meals but not to place any more orders after the doors were locked. Mel was fairly sure she’d figured out who her guest was, but wanted an up close look at his face to be sure. If he was the person she thought he was, it was to be a pleasant surprise, particularly since he’d never paid her figure that sort of attention before, even with there seeming to be a mental connection. A cross of her fingers, perhaps Christmas was looking up after all.Phil sipped at his third beer of the night, glad that the town bus system was still running through the holidays. The redhead hadn’t been by him since bringing the latest beer, a little more than he was used to consuming on a normal evening but it did mean she was coming by more often. He still hadn’t worked up the courage to look her in the face yet, or maybe he was just enjoying the other views, he wasn’t quite sure which one it was. The debate became moot when his head snapped up at the voice behind him and his eyes finally looked at Mel’s face.“Hey Phil, long time!” She was finally certain it was Phil Clauser, who had been the Graduate Teaching Assistant for the Intro to Equine class she’d taken to minor in equine studies. Mel could still remember how the muscles of his forearms threatened to tear the rolled up cuffs of his flannel shirt when he was teaching them out to do groundwork with a stubborn mare. There had been a couple of jokes among the girls about how they wouldn’t mind taking a roll in the hay with him but as far as Mel knew none had done more than chatted about it.For a moment he regretted having finished three beers already as it seemed they were fogging his brain. The face attached to the tall redhead was vaguely familiar. He thought he could place it in a classroom setting. What seemed like an eternity passed before he imagined her hair tied back, a pair of jeans instead of the skirt, and a sweatshirt; finally placed her as a former student of his. “Hey, Melissa. It has been a couple of years, hasn’t it?”She let out her breath a bit, in relief. Sometimes the red hair was nice in that it often helped people to remember her. For once that was playing into her favor. She set down the burger and another beer, “Merry Christmas Eve! I hope it’s going well for you.”“It’s going good now,” he gave her a faint smile and proceeded to tell her about how one of the mares under his charge had come down ill and he’d come back on short notice to oversee her care. He’d only gotten back this morning and had spent most of the day at the barn, only getting enough time to shower the barn smell off, change his clothes, and come in for dinner. “Such of the life of working in agriculture, but it’s worth it to me,” he offered a smile to her as she stole a fry from his plate. The sound of a lock clicking brought him back to the restaurant, “I guess I should eat up, don’t want to keep you late on Christmas Eve of all nights.”“Oh, it’s okay,” she looked up as the manager called out for the waitresses and slid from the table, “I’ll be right back.” Off to the backroom she went, leaving him to work on his meal.He looked up when she rejoined him at the table, sliding herself back into the chair. She placed a glass of eggnog in front of him with a little smile, “On the house. So, what are you doing for Christmas since you’re back on short notice?” He watched as she tilted her head and seemed to be anxiously awaiting his answer. “Oh, I’m not sure. I guess just go home for the night, have to spend some time with the mare, tomorrow and otherwise maybe I’ll just catch a few movies on the tv.” He took a sip of the eggnog and noted a hint of Southern Comfort. When he looked up, she just gave him a little smile. “You?”“Probably about the same thing, except for the mare part. Just catch up on some Christmas movies, have a couple of drinks, sleep in, and do the same tomorrow I suppose. Or,” she paused, grinned a bit at him, “or, maybe you could join me and at least we would have some company to enjoy during our movie watching.” Mel wagged her eyebrows just a bit in excitement.He watched her eyebrows in a bit of amusement, and chuckled softly “I think I would be a fool to turn down the offer. I would be glad to join you.”She smiled widely at that, and rose up to go retrieve the check and complete the formalities of shutting down the restaurant for the night. He watched her dart from spot to spot, helping with cleaning up tables and putting away silverware. A bit of wonder got to him, how different she was here, than in the classroom, where she had always been a bit formal. He wondered briefly if that had to do with her being a veteran. Perhaps it was because of how she’d lived. It wasn’t long though, before she popped up to the table and gently grabbed his arm to signal that it was time to go. Getting to his feet, he realized just about how much alcohol he’d had, but made it out the door and onto the metro bus, to her place.They walked the two blocks from the bus stop to the complex, where Mel’s condo was. Phil looked up, blinking, “I didn’t know anyone rented these out.” Mel just smiled and shook her head, “I own one. Much better than living in the apartments near campus, and especially much quieter and more private. Plus, I don’t have to compete with the younger women at the pool.” She gave a little wolfish grin at that last part and led him towards the door of her condo.Inside, he found the place lightly decorated for Christmas. Little figurines placed here and there, a few window decorations, Christmas cards taped above the entranceway to the kitchen. The condo itself was cozy. From what he could see it seemed like a two bedroom place and he smiled a little at the fireplace in the living room with a stocking hung to one side. The place had a very homie feel to it; something he hadn’t felt except at his parent’s place, in a long time.She ran around in the background, picking up a few things here and there. None of her plans had included company being over for the night. Normally she would have just come in, poured a glass of wine, stripped off her work uniform and caught up with her TiVo in panties. Obviously that wasn’t going to happen tonight though she stifled a little giggle as she imagined what his reaction would have been to that. “There’s beer, eggnog, and soda in the fridge and the cabinet above the freezer has the liquor in it. Feel free to help yourself, so long as you make me an eggnog with spiced rum in it. I’ll be out in a minute.”She pulled off the top and the skirt, throwing them into her laundry basket. After a moment thinking it over, her bra followed shortly afterwards, letting a heavy chest hang freely. Deciding to go all in and fully change, panties were thrown in last. Into the master bathroom she wandered, taking up a warm wet washcloth, and using it to wipe some of the sweat away from underneath her breasts, around her thighs, and a few other places. Fingers ran through her curly red bush. It was a little overdue for a trimming and there was a bit of a wish that she had the time to, but she figured if it came to that he probably wouldn’t mind terribly much. A few pats with a towel to dry off and she put on a stretchy sports bra, tee-shirt, and a pair of university sweat pants. Two spritzes from a bottle of warm vanilla sugar body spray then quick brushing of her hair and out the door she came.Phil had taken a seat on the end of the couch, having made two of the eggnog and spiced rum drinks. Slowly he sipped at one, just admiring her place and the country style décor she seemed to prefer. A smile crossed his face as she came out, a little surprised at how she could make even sweats and a tee-shirt look sexy. He was just content to watch her as she went over to the fireplace and got a compressed log lit, admiring her rear as she bent over to do it, then as she put a movie into the player and came over to the couch.They chatted idly during the first movie, discussing career goals, college experiences, and general background information. Phil purposely kept only slowly sipping away at his eggnog, making the drink last the entirety of the first movie and giving the alcohol time to course its way out of his system. As they chatted he found himself becoming more intrigued with this young woman, her variety of interests and the passion she brought to life. He liked how her face lit up as she talked about taking an internship at a dig in the Badlands and at having found actual dinosaur bones. Even if he wasn’t so interested in what she was studying, he just liked being around someone who was so happy doing what she was doing.The topic slowly turned towards their shared love of horses. He’d grown up on a horse ranch a few hours south of where they were and she’d only just started taking lessons after moving to Boise. He knew more of the technical side but she had the passion beyond that of someone who had just gushed over ponies as a little kid. When she came back from changing the DVD’s and accepted her second drink, he took note that she was sitting much closer to him than at the beginning of the evening. Each time she came back from getting up it seemed she moved a few inches closer till it was shortly after one am and upon coming back from putting in a new movie she was cuddled up against his figure. He could smell the faded scent of vanilla spice on her, it felt inviting, it just felt right.She knew it was the alcohol. She’d been making hers stronger than usual just so that she’d have the excuse to blame the alcohol. But now she found herself spooned up against Phil and having decided that she’d already crossed the line of no turning back. Mel gently guided his arm to rest over her stomach, snuggling herself fully against him, closing her eyes and just savoring the feeling. It had been too long since she’d last felt the comforting warmth of another person pressed up against her, this time with the bonus of his muscles giving her the protective feeling of being wrapped up. Through her sweats she could even feel the gentle pressing of a stiffening cock. She smiled to herself and gave a tiny wiggle just to get a better feel of it then pressed softly against him feigning snuggling in more.By about halfway through the movie and all of the way through her glass of eggnog curiosity and hormones couldn’t be contained much more. Her hand gently drifted to his pants and upon finding no resistance she unzipped the jeans and slipped her hand in, seeking the opening of his boxers. Fingers gently caressed the head of his swollen member and slowly she began to guide it out into the open. Slowly and gently she caressed him, just enjoying the feeling of his hard cock throbbing in her hand. When she felt his fingers touch the edge of her sweats, Mel arched a little to urge him to seek further. A contented sigh slipped from her lips as she felt his hand gently cup her swollen mound and fingers softly rub upon her clit and external lips.He had been hoping that there might be a little fun after she had been wiggling and adjusting against him during the movie. When she reached for his cock, it felt like he’d stiffened even more at the anticipation. The stroking was pleasant but it hadn’t compared to reaching within her sweats, finding her not wearing a pair of panties, and that she was already damp from the little bit of play they’d already gotten into. Gently he played with her clit, loving the little moans coming from her throat. When she felt wet enough he slipped two fingers within her and began to massage the inside of her cunt while caressing her clit. When he felt her fingers leave his cock for a moment he internally sighed at the loss, but seconds later he felt her sweatpants slip down and the soft skin of her rear caress against his stiff member.As much as Mel was enjoying having her cunt caressed by his fingers what she really craved was the stretching that only a thick cock could give her. Twisting her body a bit, she wiggled upwards till she could stand and straddle his feet. Facing away, she slowly lowered he beautiful ass into position. He guided her down with his two hands on her ass cheeks. Then he gently spread her cheeks until his cock head rubbed against her wet, swollen lips. She reached between her legs and gently grasped his shaft. Then she slowly rubbed the head against herself, enjoying the feeling and giving it enough time to get thoroughly wet. She had taken larger cocks, but he was up there in size and she knew that plenty of lube was her key to really enjoying the experience. When she felt she had gotten his cock wet enough, she pressed his head against her tight hole and slowly she began to wiggle herself down, allowing him to enter. A soft groan slipped from her throat as the head popped within, slowly followed by the thick, veiny shaft.Only when she finally felt her ass begin to press against his body, did she finally breathe out and just waited, feeling him within her.  Phil then slid both his hands upward. Very slowly, his manly hands slid around her ass. Then he slid them forward to her navel, sliding one finger into her tender dimple. She had goosebumps for a moment, and he waited until her body calmed. Then  he resumed his slow upward journey, maintaining a contstant firm contact along her narrow waist.Mel rested her back on Phil's chest. Tucking her head on one of his shoulders, she leaned her head alongside his.Finally, his hands slid up, under her tits. He turned his wrists to cup each of her tits, and her ass continued to gyrate on his lap. 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Young woman finds lust and love at Christmas.By JagFarlane. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.Mel swiped the credit card along the terminal, waited for the receipt to print, stuffed it into the restaurant’s portfolio along with a couple of Ande’s mints, and turned to stroll towards the table. She dropped it off to the table’s occupants and hurried off to the kitchen, trying to look busy though probably fooling no one. It was Christmas Eve after all and the bulk of the town’s part time residents, university students and staff, had all scattered off to home days ago leaving behind the few full time residents to keep the place from looking like a ghost town.She was a student at the university too, but had elected to remain behind this year much to the restaurant manager’s relief. Not that the money had been very good, with the vast majority of the students gone there were only a few souls that made it into the building each night and sometimes she wondered if it had even been worth it to the management to even turn on the lights. Stepping out to pick up the signed receipt and bus several dessert plates away, a glance was given to the tips section and a bit of a relieved sigh at the decent tip. At least the residents routinely tipped, she smiled a bit to herself.After taking a look around and finding no one else at any of her tables, Mel leaned up against the entranceway to the kitchen and allowed herself a quiet moment. Another Christmas Eve alone; not that she hadn’t gotten used to it during her stint in the Air Force. But they still were never easy to take. She’d gotten out and took the chance to move to the one area she’d dreamed of living ever since she was a little girl, Boise, Idaho. Shortly after arriving, she’d invested most of her savings into a condo figuring that not having a monthly house expense was the best route. From there she had enrolled in the local community college and after graduating moved to Boise State University.Between the part time gig as a waitress, her G I Bill money, and a couple small grants Mel was living a fairly comfortable albeit Spartan lifestyle. Still, it hadn’t left a lot of time for romance and it didn’t help that she spent most of her time around people who were a few years younger than her. Just finding someone she could sit at the bar with, legally, was a challenge sometimes and often the grad students were either too busy or in a serious relationship already. Fingers played in the curls of her long, dark red hair as she mulled over her current state in life. That is, until the snapping of fingers in front of her face brought her back to reality.“Hey, you’ve got one on table six.” Sandy smiled to her as she ducked into the kitchen.Shaking her head a little to clear the daze, frowning for a moment as she realized that Jingle Bells was playing for fourth time tonight, and then putting on her best smile, Mel made her way over towards table six. A quick glance at the clock revealed closing time was drawing near and she said a silent thanks to her shift being over soon. She just hoped this last customer wasn’t someone who had gone out to get drunk, and then stopped here on the way home.Phil looked up from the menu as the waitress approached, still mulling between the hickory burger and the spicy chicken sandwich. A moment was spent admiring the waitress’ legs, shown off by the green and black plaid skirt she was wearing. Slowly his eyes moved upwards, the thought of the hickory burger fading as he looked over her full chest and the red curls lying upon it. It had been a long day of travel then in the barn tending to the mare and the approaching woman was a welcome sight indeed, both for the eyes and the promise of getting a decent meal at some point today.She rolled her eyes a bit at the stare she was getting, some days she didn’t mind getting ogled but over the years it had grown quite annoying. So annoyed she was that she didn’t even notice that he appeared to be familiar. “Good evening and welcome to Terry’s. Can I start you out with a drink and perhaps an appetizer?” She put on her best server smile and hoped that perhaps his eyes would move up from her chest to at least her chin.“Can I get a Miller Light and a half order of mozzarella sticks?” He waited for her to write down the order, “And I’ll take a umm, hickory burger, medium rare.” Phil put down the menu to fish out his driver’s license and passed it to the waitress.She scribbled down the order and took the license as it was passed to her, glancing down at the date of birth then at the picture and passed it back to him. As Mel made her way back to the order station, the nagging thought of the familiar face in the picture was bugging her. She hadn’t red the name, and for once regretted not doing so. A glance over her shoulder as she input the order didn’t reveal much as his head was down to play with his phone.The sound of a skirt swishing as the waitress came up to the table caused him to glance up, just long enough to take the pint glass and take an appreciative sip of the amber liquid. Sure, it was a little watery but after the last two days it felt like heaven. Eyes glanced up to watch the waitress walk away, her red hair swaying behind her. Her shape reminded him a bit of someone else but he wasn’t fully sure who and made a note to try to look at her face the next time she came around.Sandy had taken the mozzarella sticks out to him so Mel stood off to the side; taking note that closing time was coming up in a few minutes. Of course the handful of customers still in the joint would be allowed to finish their meals but not to place any more orders after the doors were locked. Mel was fairly sure she’d figured out who her guest was, but wanted an up close look at his face to be sure. If he was the person she thought he was, it was to be a pleasant surprise, particularly since he’d never paid her figure that sort of attention before, even with there seeming to be a mental connection. A cross of her fingers, perhaps Christmas was looking up after all.Phil sipped at his third beer of the night, glad that the town bus system was still running through the holidays. The redhead hadn’t been by him since bringing the latest beer, a little more than he was used to consuming on a normal evening but it did mean she was coming by more often. He still hadn’t worked up the courage to look her in the face yet, or maybe he was just enjoying the other views, he wasn’t quite sure which one it was. The debate became moot when his head snapped up at the voice behind him and his eyes finally looked at Mel’s face.“Hey Phil, long time!” She was finally certain it was Phil Clauser, who had been the Graduate Teaching Assistant for the Intro to Equine class she’d taken to minor in equine studies. Mel could still remember how the muscles of his forearms threatened to tear the rolled up cuffs of his flannel shirt when he was teaching them out to do groundwork with a stubborn mare. There had been a couple of jokes among the girls about how they wouldn’t mind taking a roll in the hay with him but as far as Mel knew none had done more than chatted about it.For a moment he regretted having finished three beers already as it seemed they were fogging his brain. The face attached to the tall redhead was vaguely familiar. He thought he could place it in a classroom setting. What seemed like an eternity passed before he imagined her hair tied back, a pair of jeans instead of the skirt, and a sweatshirt; finally placed her as a former student of his. “Hey, Melissa. It has been a couple of years, hasn’t it?”She let out her breath a bit, in relief. Sometimes the red hair was nice in that it often helped people to remember her. For once that was playing into her favor. She set down the burger and another beer, “Merry Christmas Eve! I hope it’s going well for you.”“It’s going good now,” he gave her a faint smile and proceeded to tell her about how one of the mares under his charge had come down ill and he’d come back on short notice to oversee her care. He’d only gotten back this morning and had spent most of the day at the barn, only getting enough time to shower the barn smell off, change his clothes, and come in for dinner. “Such of the life of working in agriculture, but it’s worth it to me,” he offered a smile to her as she stole a fry from his plate. The sound of a lock clicking brought him back to the restaurant, “I guess I should eat up, don’t want to keep you late on Christmas Eve of all nights.”“Oh, it’s okay,” she looked up as the manager called out for the waitresses and slid from the table, “I’ll be right back.” Off to the backroom she went, leaving him to work on his meal.He looked up when she rejoined him at the table, sliding herself back into the chair. She placed a glass of eggnog in front of him with a little smile, “On the house. So, what are you doing for Christmas since you’re back on short notice?” He watched as she tilted her head and seemed to be anxiously awaiting his answer. “Oh, I’m not sure. I guess just go home for the night, have to spend some time with the mare, tomorrow and otherwise maybe I’ll just catch a few movies on the tv.” He took a sip of the eggnog and noted a hint of Southern Comfort. When he looked up, she just gave him a little smile. “You?”“Probably about the same thing, except for the mare part. Just catch up on some Christmas movies, have a couple of drinks, sleep in, and do the same tomorrow I suppose. Or,” she paused, grinned a bit at him, “or, maybe you could join me and at least we would have some company to enjoy during our movie watching.” Mel wagged her eyebrows just a bit in excitement.He watched her eyebrows in a bit of amusement, and chuckled softly “I think I would be a fool to turn down the offer. I would be glad to join you.”She smiled widely at that, and rose up to go retrieve the check and complete the formalities of shutting down the restaurant for the night. He watched her dart from spot to spot, helping with cleaning up tables and putting away silverware. A bit of wonder got to him, how different she was here, than in the classroom, where she had always been a bit formal. He wondered briefly if that had to do with her being a veteran. Perhaps it was because of how she’d lived. It wasn’t long though, before she popped up to the table and gently grabbed his arm to signal that it was time to go. Getting to his feet, he realized just about how much alcohol he’d had, but made it out the door and onto the metro bus, to her place.They walked the two blocks from the bus stop to the complex, where Mel’s condo was. Phil looked up, blinking, “I didn’t know anyone rented these out.” Mel just smiled and shook her head, “I own one. Much better than living in the apartments near campus, and especially much quieter and more private. Plus, I don’t have to compete with the younger women at the pool.” She gave a little wolfish grin at that last part and led him towards the door of her condo.Inside, he found the place lightly decorated for Christmas. Little figurines placed here and there, a few window decorations, Christmas cards taped above the entranceway to the kitchen. The condo itself was cozy. From what he could see it seemed like a two bedroom place and he smiled a little at the fireplace in the living room with a stocking hung to one side. The place had a very homie feel to it; something he hadn’t felt except at his parent’s place, in a long time.She ran around in the background, picking up a few things here and there. None of her plans had included company being over for the night. Normally she would have just come in, poured a glass of wine, stripped off her work uniform and caught up with her TiVo in panties. Obviously that wasn’t going to happen tonight though she stifled a little giggle as she imagined what his reaction would have been to that. “There’s beer, eggnog, and soda in the fridge and the cabinet above the freezer has the liquor in it. Feel free to help yourself, so long as you make me an eggnog with spiced rum in it. I’ll be out in a minute.”She pulled off the top and the skirt, throwing them into her laundry basket. After a moment thinking it over, her bra followed shortly afterwards, letting a heavy chest hang freely. Deciding to go all in and fully change, panties were thrown in last. Into the master bathroom she wandered, taking up a warm wet washcloth, and using it to wipe some of the sweat away from underneath her breasts, around her thighs, and a few other places. Fingers ran through her curly red bush. It was a little overdue for a trimming and there was a bit of a wish that she had the time to, but she figured if it came to that he probably wouldn’t mind terribly much. A few pats with a towel to dry off and she put on a stretchy sports bra, tee-shirt, and a pair of university sweat pants. Two spritzes from a bottle of warm vanilla sugar body spray then quick brushing of her hair and out the door she came.Phil had taken a seat on the end of the couch, having made two of the eggnog and spiced rum drinks. Slowly he sipped at one, just admiring her place and the country style décor she seemed to prefer. A smile crossed his face as she came out, a little surprised at how she could make even sweats and a tee-shirt look sexy. He was just content to watch her as she went over to the fireplace and got a compressed log lit, admiring her rear as she bent over to do it, then as she put a movie into the player and came over to the couch.They chatted idly during the first movie, discussing career goals, college experiences, and general background information. Phil purposely kept only slowly sipping away at his eggnog, making the drink last the entirety of the first movie and giving the alcohol time to course its way out of his system. As they chatted he found himself becoming more intrigued with this young woman, her variety of interests and the passion she brought to life. He liked how her face lit up as she talked about taking an internship at a dig in the Badlands and at having found actual dinosaur bones. Even if he wasn’t so interested in what she was studying, he just liked being around someone who was so happy doing what she was doing.The topic slowly turned towards their shared love of horses. He’d grown up on a horse ranch a few hours south of where they were and she’d only just started taking lessons after moving to Boise. He knew more of the technical side but she had the passion beyond that of someone who had just gushed over ponies as a little kid. When she came back from changing the DVD’s and accepted her second drink, he took note that she was sitting much closer to him than at the beginning of the evening. Each time she came back from getting up it seemed she moved a few inches closer till it was shortly after one am and upon coming back from putting in a new movie she was cuddled up against his figure. He could smell the faded scent of vanilla spice on her, it felt inviting, it just felt right.She knew it was the alcohol. She’d been making hers stronger than usual just so that she’d have the excuse to blame the alcohol. But now she found herself spooned up against Phil and having decided that she’d already crossed the line of no turning back. Mel gently guided his arm to rest over her stomach, snuggling herself fully against him, closing her eyes and just savoring the feeling. It had been too long since she’d last felt the comforting warmth of another person pressed up against her, this time with the bonus of his muscles giving her the protective feeling of being wrapped up. Through her sweats she could even feel the gentle pressing of a stiffening cock. She smiled to herself and gave a tiny wiggle just to get a better feel of it then pressed softly against him feigning snuggling in more.By about halfway through the movie and all of the way through her glass of eggnog curiosity and hormones couldn’t be contained much more. Her hand gently drifted to his pants and upon finding no resistance she unzipped the jeans and slipped her hand in, seeking the opening of his boxers. Fingers gently caressed the head of his swollen member and slowly she began to guide it out into the open. Slowly and gently she caressed him, just enjoying the feeling of his hard cock throbbing in her hand. When she felt his fingers touch the edge of her sweats, Mel arched a little to urge him to seek further. A contented sigh slipped from her lips as she felt his hand gently cup her swollen mound and fingers softly rub upon her clit and external lips.He had been hoping that there might be a little fun after she had been wiggling and adjusting against him during the movie. When she reached for his cock, it felt like he’d stiffened even more at the anticipation. The stroking was pleasant but it hadn’t compared to reaching within her sweats, finding her not wearing a pair of panties, and that she was already damp from the little bit of play they’d already gotten into. Gently he played with her clit, loving the little moans coming from her throat. When she felt wet enough he slipped two fingers within her and began to massage the inside of her cunt while caressing her clit. When he felt her fingers leave his cock for a moment he internally sighed at the loss, but seconds later he felt her sweatpants slip down and the soft skin of her rear caress against his stiff member.As much as Mel was enjoying having her cunt caressed by his fingers what she really craved was the stretching that only a thick cock could give her. Twisting her body a bit, she wiggled upwards till she could stand and straddle his feet. Facing away, she slowly lowered he beautiful ass into position. He guided her down with his two hands on her ass cheeks. Then he gently spread her cheeks until his cock head rubbed against her wet, swollen lips. She reached between her legs and gently grasped his shaft. Then she slowly rubbed the head against herself, enjoying the feeling and giving it enough time to get thoroughly wet. She had taken larger cocks, but he was up there in size and she knew that plenty of lube was her key to really enjoying the experience. When she felt she had gotten his cock wet enough, she pressed his head against her tight hole and slowly she began to wiggle herself down, allowing him to enter. A soft groan slipped from her throat as the head popped within, slowly followed by the thick, veiny shaft.Only when she finally felt her ass begin to press against his body, did she finally breathe out and just waited, feeling him within her.  Phil then slid both his hands upward. Very slowly, his manly hands slid around her ass. Then he slid them forward to her navel, sliding one finger into her tender dimple. She had goosebumps for a moment, and he waited until her body calmed. Then  he resumed his slow upward journey, maintaining a contstant firm contact along her narrow waist.Mel rested her back on Phil's chest. Tucking her head on one of his shoulders, she leaned her head alongside his.Finally, his hands slid up, under her tits. He turned his wrists to cup each of her tits, and her ass continued to gyrate on his lap. Her cunt continued to c

Young woman finds lust and love at Christmas.By JagFarlane. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.Mel swiped the credit card along the terminal, waited for the receipt to print, stuffed it into the restaurant’s portfolio along with a couple of Ande’s mints, and turned to stroll towards the table. She dropped it off to the table’s occupants and hurried off to the kitchen, trying to look busy though probably fooling no one. It was Christmas Eve after all and the bulk of the town’s part time residents, university students and staff, had all scattered off to home days ago leaving behind the few full time residents to keep the place from looking like a ghost town.She was a student at the university too, but had elected to remain behind this year much to the restaurant manager’s relief. Not that the money had been very good, with the vast majority of the students gone there were only a few souls that made it into the building each night and sometimes she wondered if it had even been worth it to the management to even turn on the lights. Stepping out to pick up the signed receipt and bus several dessert plates away, a glance was given to the tips section and a bit of a relieved sigh at the decent tip. At least the residents routinely tipped, she smiled a bit to herself.After taking a look around and finding no one else at any of her tables, Mel leaned up against the entranceway to the kitchen and allowed herself a quiet moment. Another Christmas Eve alone; not that she hadn’t gotten used to it during her stint in the Air Force. But they still were never easy to take. She’d gotten out and took the chance to move to the one area she’d dreamed of living ever since she was a little girl, Boise, Idaho. Shortly after arriving, she’d invested most of her savings into a condo figuring that not having a monthly house expense was the best route. From there she had enrolled in the local community college and after graduating moved to Boise State University.Between the part time gig as a waitress, her G I Bill money, and a couple small grants Mel was living a fairly comfortable albeit Spartan lifestyle. Still, it hadn’t left a lot of time for romance and it didn’t help that she spent most of her time around people who were a few years younger than her. Just finding someone she could sit at the bar with, legally, was a challenge sometimes and often the grad students were either too busy or in a serious relationship already. Fingers played in the curls of her long, dark red hair as she mulled over her current state in life. That is, until the snapping of fingers in front of her face brought her back to reality.“Hey, you’ve got one on table six.” Sandy smiled to her as she ducked into the kitchen.Shaking her head a little to clear the daze, frowning for a moment as she realized that Jingle Bells was playing for fourth time tonight, and then putting on her best smile, Mel made her way over towards table six. A quick glance at the clock revealed closing time was drawing near and she said a silent thanks to her shift being over soon. She just hoped this last customer wasn’t someone who had gone out to get drunk, and then stopped here on the way home.Phil looked up from the menu as the waitress approached, still mulling between the hickory burger and the spicy chicken sandwich. A moment was spent admiring the waitress’ legs, shown off by the green and black plaid skirt she was wearing. Slowly his eyes moved upwards, the thought of the hickory burger fading as he looked over her full chest and the red curls lying upon it. It had been a long day of travel then in the barn tending to the mare and the approaching woman was a welcome sight indeed, both for the eyes and the promise of getting a decent meal at some point today.She rolled her eyes a bit at the stare she was getting, some days she didn’t mind getting ogled but over the years it had grown quite annoying. So annoyed she was that she didn’t even notice that he appeared to be familiar. “Good evening and welcome to Terry’s. Can I start you out with a drink and perhaps an appetizer?” She put on her best server smile and hoped that perhaps his eyes would move up from her chest to at least her chin.“Can I get a Miller Light and a half order of mozzarella sticks?” He waited for her to write down the order, “And I’ll take a umm, hickory burger, medium rare.” Phil put down the menu to fish out his driver’s license and passed it to the waitress.She scribbled down the order and took the license as it was passed to her, glancing down at the date of birth then at the picture and passed it back to him. As Mel made her way back to the order station, the nagging thought of the familiar face in the picture was bugging her. She hadn’t red the name, and for once regretted not doing so. A glance over her shoulder as she input the order didn’t reveal much as his head was down to play with his phone.The sound of a skirt swishing as the waitress came up to the table caused him to glance up, just long enough to take the pint glass and take an appreciative sip of the amber liquid. Sure, it was a little watery but after the last two days it felt like heaven. Eyes glanced up to watch the waitress walk away, her red hair swaying behind her. Her shape reminded him a bit of someone else but he wasn’t fully sure who and made a note to try to look at her face the next time she came around.Sandy had taken the mozzarella sticks out to him so Mel stood off to the side; taking note that closing time was coming up in a few minutes. Of course the handful of customers still in the joint would be allowed to finish their meals but not to place any more orders after the doors were locked. Mel was fairly sure she’d figured out who her guest was, but wanted an up close look at his face to be sure. If he was the person she thought he was, it was to be a pleasant surprise, particularly since he’d never paid her figure that sort of attention before, even with there seeming to be a mental connection. A cross of her fingers, perhaps Christmas was looking up after all.Phil sipped at his third beer of the night, glad that the town bus system was still running through the holidays. The redhead hadn’t been by him since bringing the latest beer, a little more than he was used to consuming on a normal evening but it did mean she was coming by more often. He still hadn’t worked up the courage to look her in the face yet, or maybe he was just enjoying the other views, he wasn’t quite sure which one it was. The debate became moot when his head snapped up at the voice behind him and his eyes finally looked at Mel’s face.“Hey Phil, long time!” She was finally certain it was Phil Clauser, who had been the Graduate Teaching Assistant for the Intro to Equine class she’d taken to minor in equine studies. Mel could still remember how the muscles of his forearms threatened to tear the rolled up cuffs of his flannel shirt when he was teaching them out to do groundwork with a stubborn mare. There had been a couple of jokes among the girls about how they wouldn’t mind taking a roll in the hay with him but as far as Mel knew none had done more than chatted about it.For a moment he regretted having finished three beers already as it seemed they were fogging his brain. The face attached to the tall redhead was vaguely familiar. He thought he could place it in a classroom setting. What seemed like an eternity passed before he imagined her hair tied back, a pair of jeans instead of the skirt, and a sweatshirt; finally placed her as a former student of his. “Hey, Melissa. It has been a couple of years, hasn’t it?”She let out her breath a bit, in relief. Sometimes the red hair was nice in that it often helped people to remember her. For once that was playing into her favor. She set down the burger and another beer, “Merry Christmas Eve! I hope it’s going well for you.”“It’s going good now,” he gave her a faint smile and proceeded to tell her about how one of the mares under his charge had come down ill and he’d come back on short notice to oversee her care. He’d only gotten back this morning and had spent most of the day at the barn, only getting enough time to shower the barn smell off, change his clothes, and come in for dinner. “Such of the life of working in agriculture, but it’s worth it to me,” he offered a smile to her as she stole a fry from his plate. The sound of a lock clicking brought him back to the restaurant, “I guess I should eat up, don’t want to keep you late on Christmas Eve of all nights.”“Oh, it’s okay,” she looked up as the manager called out for the waitresses and slid from the table, “I’ll be right back.” Off to the backroom she went, leaving him to work on his meal.He looked up when she rejoined him at the table, sliding herself back into the chair. She placed a glass of eggnog in front of him with a little smile, “On the house. So, what are you doing for Christmas since you’re back on short notice?” He watched as she tilted her head and seemed to be anxiously awaiting his answer. “Oh, I’m not sure. I guess just go home for the night, have to spend some time with the mare, tomorrow and otherwise maybe I’ll just catch a few movies on the tv.” He took a sip of the eggnog and noted a hint of Southern Comfort. When he looked up, she just gave him a little smile. “You?”“Probably about the same thing, except for the mare part. Just catch up on some Christmas movies, have a couple of drinks, sleep in, and do the same tomorrow I suppose. Or,” she paused, grinned a bit at him, “or, maybe you could join me and at least we would have some company to enjoy during our movie watching.” Mel wagged her eyebrows just a bit in excitement.He watched her eyebrows in a bit of amusement, and chuckled softly “I think I would be a fool to turn down the offer. I would be glad to join you.”She smiled widely at that, and rose up to go retrieve the check and complete the formalities of shutting down the restaurant for the night. He watched her dart from spot to spot, helping with cleaning up tables and putting away silverware. A bit of wonder got to him, how different she was here, than in the classroom, where she had always been a bit formal. He wondered briefly if that had to do with her being a veteran. Perhaps it was because of how she’d lived. It wasn’t long though, before she popped up to the table and gently grabbed his arm to signal that it was time to go. Getting to his feet, he realized just about how much alcohol he’d had, but made it out the door and onto the metro bus, to her place.They walked the two blocks from the bus stop to the complex, where Mel’s condo was. Phil looked up, blinking, “I didn’t know anyone rented these out.” Mel just smiled and shook her head, “I own one. Much better than living in the apartments near campus, and especially much quieter and more private. Plus, I don’t have to compete with the younger women at the pool.” She gave a little wolfish grin at that last part and led him towards the door of her condo.Inside, he found the place lightly decorated for Christmas. Little figurines placed here and there, a few window decorations, Christmas cards taped above the entranceway to the kitchen. The condo itself was cozy. From what he could see it seemed like a two bedroom place and he smiled a little at the fireplace in the living room with a stocking hung to one side. The place had a very homie feel to it; something he hadn’t felt except at his parent’s place, in a long time.She ran around in the background, picking up a few things here and there. None of her plans had included company being over for the night. Normally she would have just come in, poured a glass of wine, stripped off her work uniform and caught up with her TiVo in panties. Obviously that wasn’t going to happen tonight though she stifled a little giggle as she imagined what his reaction would have been to that. “There’s beer, eggnog, and soda in the fridge and the cabinet above the freezer has the liquor in it. Feel free to help yourself, so long as you make me an eggnog with spiced rum in it. I’ll be out in a minute.”She pulled off the top and the skirt, throwing them into her laundry basket. After a moment thinking it over, her bra followed shortly afterwards, letting a heavy chest hang freely. Deciding to go all in and fully change, panties were thrown in last. Into the master bathroom she wandered, taking up a warm wet washcloth, and using it to wipe some of the sweat away from underneath her breasts, around her thighs, and a few other places. Fingers ran through her curly red bush. It was a little overdue for a trimming and there was a bit of a wish that she had the time to, but she figured if it came to that he probably wouldn’t mind terribly much. A few pats with a towel to dry off and she put on a stretchy sports bra, tee-shirt, and a pair of university sweat pants. Two spritzes from a bottle of warm vanilla sugar body spray then quick brushing of her hair and out the door she came.Phil had taken a seat on the end of the couch, having made two of the eggnog and spiced rum drinks. Slowly he sipped at one, just admiring her place and the country style décor she seemed to prefer. A smile crossed his face as she came out, a little surprised at how she could make even sweats and a tee-shirt look sexy. He was just content to watch her as she went over to the fireplace and got a compressed log lit, admiring her rear as she bent over to do it, then as she put a movie into the player and came over to the couch.They chatted idly during the first movie, discussing career goals, college experiences, and general background information. Phil purposely kept only slowly sipping away at his eggnog, making the drink last the entirety of the first movie and giving the alcohol time to course its way out of his system. As they chatted he found himself becoming more intrigued with this young woman, her variety of interests and the passion she brought to life. He liked how her face lit up as she talked about taking an internship at a dig in the Badlands and at having found actual dinosaur bones. Even if he wasn’t so interested in what she was studying, he just liked being around someone who was so happy doing what she was doing.The topic slowly turned towards their shared love of horses. He’d grown up on a horse ranch a few hours south of where they were and she’d only just started taking lessons after moving to Boise. He knew more of the technical side but she had the passion beyond that of someone who had just gushed over ponies as a little kid. When she came back from changing the DVD’s and accepted her second drink, he took note that she was sitting much closer to him than at the beginning of the evening. Each time she came back from getting up it seemed she moved a few inches closer till it was shortly after one am and upon coming back from putting in a new movie she was cuddled up against his figure. He could smell the faded scent of vanilla spice on her, it felt inviting, it just felt right.She knew it was the alcohol. She’d been making hers stronger than usual just so that she’d have the excuse to blame the alcohol. But now she found herself spooned up against Phil and having decided that she’d already crossed the line of no turning back. Mel gently guided his arm to rest over her stomach, snuggling herself fully against him, closing her eyes and just savoring the feeling. It had been too long since she’d last felt the comforting warmth of another person pressed up against her, this time with the bonus of his muscles giving her the protective feeling of being wrapped up. Through her sweats she could even feel the gentle pressing of a stiffening cock. She smiled to herself and gave a tiny wiggle just to get a better feel of it then pressed softly against him feigning snuggling in more.By about halfway through the movie and all of the way through her glass of eggnog curiosity and hormones couldn’t be contained much more. Her hand gently drifted to his pants and upon finding no resistance she unzipped the jeans and slipped her hand in, seeking the opening of his boxers. Fingers gently caressed the head of his swollen member and slowly she began to guide it out into the open. Slowly and gently she caressed him, just enjoying the feeling of his hard cock throbbing in her hand. When she felt his fingers touch the edge of her sweats, Mel arched a little to urge him to seek further. A contented sigh slipped from her lips as she felt his hand gently cup her swollen mound and fingers softly rub upon her clit and external lips.He had been hoping that there might be a little fun after she had been wiggling and adjusting against him during the movie. When she reached for his cock, it felt like he’d stiffened even more at the anticipation. The stroking was pleasant but it hadn’t compared to reaching within her sweats, finding her not wearing a pair of panties, and that she was already damp from the little bit of play they’d already gotten into. Gently he played with her clit, loving the little moans coming from her throat. When she felt wet enough he slipped two fingers within her and began to massage the inside of her cunt while caressing her clit. When he felt her fingers leave his cock for a moment he internally sighed at the loss, but seconds later he felt her sweatpants slip down and the soft skin of her rear caress against his stiff member.As much as Mel was enjoying having her cunt caressed by his fingers what she really craved was the stretching that only a thick cock could give her. Twisting her body a bit, she wiggled upwards till she could stand and straddle his feet. Facing away, she slowly lowered he beautiful ass into position. He guided her down with his two hands on her ass cheeks. Then he gently spread her cheeks until his cock head rubbed against her wet, swollen lips. She reached between her legs and gently grasped his shaft. Then she slowly rubbed the head against herself, enjoying the feeling and giving it enough time to get thoroughly wet. She had taken larger cocks, but he was up there in size and she knew that plenty of lube was her key to really enjoying the experience. When she felt she had gotten his cock wet enough, she pressed his head against her tight hole and slowly she began to wiggle herself down, allowing him to enter. A soft groan slipped from her throat as the head popped within, slowly followed by the thick, veiny shaft.Only when she finally felt her ass begin to press against his body, did she finally breathe out and just waited, feeling him within her.  Phil then slid both his hands upward. Very slowly, his manly hands slid around her ass. Then he slid them forward to her navel, sliding one finger into her tender dimple. She had goosebumps for a moment, and he waited until her body calmed. Then  he resumed his slow upward journey, maintaining a contstant firm contact along her narrow waist.Mel rested her back on Phil's chest. Tucking her head on one of his shoulders, she leaned her head alongside his.Finally, his hands slid up, under her tits. He turned his wrists to cup each of her tits, and her ass continued to gyrate on his lap. Her cunt continued to c

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Young woman finds lust and love at Christmas.By JagFarlane. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.Mel swiped the credit card along the terminal, waited for the receipt to print, stuffed it into the restaurant’s portfolio along with a couple of Ande’s mints, and turned to stroll towards the table. She dropped it off to the table’s occupants and hurried off to the kitchen, trying to look busy though probably fooling no one. It was Christmas Eve after all and the bulk of the town’s part time residents, university students and staff, had all scattered off to home days ago leaving behind the few full time residents to keep the place from looking like a ghost town.She was a student at the university too, but had elected to remain behind this year much to the restaurant manager’s relief. Not that the money had been very good, with the vast majority of the students gone there were only a few souls that made it into the building each night and sometimes she wondered if it had even been worth it to the management to even turn on the lights. Stepping out to pick up the signed receipt and bus several dessert plates away, a glance was given to the tips section and a bit of a relieved sigh at the decent tip. At least the residents routinely tipped, she smiled a bit to herself.After taking a look around and finding no one else at any of her tables, Mel leaned up against the entranceway to the kitchen and allowed herself a quiet moment. Another Christmas Eve alone; not that she hadn’t gotten used to it during her stint in the Air Force. But they still were never easy to take. She’d gotten out and took the chance to move to the one area she’d dreamed of living ever since she was a little girl, Boise, Idaho. Shortly after arriving, she’d invested most of her savings into a condo figuring that not having a monthly house expense was the best route. From there she had enrolled in the local community college and after graduating moved to Boise State University.Between the part time gig as a waitress, her G I Bill money, and a couple small grants Mel was living a fairly comfortable albeit Spartan lifestyle. Still, it hadn’t left a lot of time for romance and it didn’t help that she spent most of her time around people who were a few years younger than her. Just finding someone she could sit at the bar with, legally, was a challenge sometimes and often the grad students were either too busy or in a serious relationship already. Fingers played in the curls of her long, dark red hair as she mulled over her current state in life. That is, until the snapping of fingers in front of her face brought her back to reality.“Hey, you’ve got one on table six.” Sandy smiled to her as she ducked into the kitchen.Shaking her head a little to clear the daze, frowning for a moment as she realized that Jingle Bells was playing for fourth time tonight, and then putting on her best smile, Mel made her way over towards table six. A quick glance at the clock revealed closing time was drawing near and she said a silent thanks to her shift being over soon. She just hoped this last customer wasn’t someone who had gone out to get drunk, and then stopped here on the way home.Phil looked up from the menu as the waitress approached, still mulling between the hickory burger and the spicy chicken sandwich. A moment was spent admiring the waitress’ legs, shown off by the green and black plaid skirt she was wearing. Slowly his eyes moved upwards, the thought of the hickory burger fading as he looked over her full chest and the red curls lying upon it. It had been a long day of travel then in the barn tending to the mare and the approaching woman was a welcome sight indeed, both for the eyes and the promise of getting a decent meal at some point today.She rolled her eyes a bit at the stare she was getting, some days she didn’t mind getting ogled but over the years it had grown quite annoying. So annoyed she was that she didn’t even notice that he appeared to be familiar. “Good evening and welcome to Terry’s. Can I start you out with a drink and perhaps an appetizer?” She put on her best server smile and hoped that perhaps his eyes would move up from her chest to at least her chin.“Can I get a Miller Light and a half order of mozzarella sticks?” He waited for her to write down the order, “And I’ll take a umm, hickory burger, medium rare.” Phil put down the menu to fish out his driver’s license and passed it to the waitress.She scribbled down the order and took the license as it was passed to her, glancing down at the date of birth then at the picture and passed it back to him. As Mel made her way back to the order station, the nagging thought of the familiar face in the picture was bugging her. She hadn’t red the name, and for once regretted not doing so. A glance over her shoulder as she input the order didn’t reveal much as his head was down to play with his phone.The sound of a skirt swishing as the waitress came up to the table caused him to glance up, just long enough to take the pint glass and take an appreciative sip of the amber liquid. Sure, it was a little watery but after the last two days it felt like heaven. Eyes glanced up to watch the waitress walk away, her red hair swaying behind her. Her shape reminded him a bit of someone else but he wasn’t fully sure who and made a note to try to look at her face the next time she came around.Sandy had taken the mozzarella sticks out to him so Mel stood off to the side; taking note that closing time was coming up in a few minutes. Of course the handful of customers still in the joint would be allowed to finish their meals but not to place any more orders after the doors were locked. Mel was fairly sure she’d figured out who her guest was, but wanted an up close look at his face to be sure. If he was the person she thought he was, it was to be a pleasant surprise, particularly since he’d never paid her figure that sort of attention before, even with there seeming to be a mental connection. A cross of her fingers, perhaps Christmas was looking up after all.Phil sipped at his third beer of the night, glad that the town bus system was still running through the holidays. The redhead hadn’t been by him since bringing the latest beer, a little more than he was used to consuming on a normal evening but it did mean she was coming by more often. He still hadn’t worked up the courage to look her in the face yet, or maybe he was just enjoying the other views, he wasn’t quite sure which one it was. The debate became moot when his head snapped up at the voice behind him and his eyes finally looked at Mel’s face.“Hey Phil, long time!” She was finally certain it was Phil Clauser, who had been the Graduate Teaching Assistant for the Intro to Equine class she’d taken to minor in equine studies. Mel could still remember how the muscles of his forearms threatened to tear the rolled up cuffs of his flannel shirt when he was teaching them out to do groundwork with a stubborn mare. There had been a couple of jokes among the girls about how they wouldn’t mind taking a roll in the hay with him but as far as Mel knew none had done more than chatted about it.For a moment he regretted having finished three beers already as it seemed they were fogging his brain. The face attached to the tall redhead was vaguely familiar. He thought he could place it in a classroom setting. What seemed like an eternity passed before he imagined her hair tied back, a pair of jeans instead of the skirt, and a sweatshirt; finally placed her as a former student of his. “Hey, Melissa. It has been a couple of years, hasn’t it?”She let out her breath a bit, in relief. Sometimes the red hair was nice in that it often helped people to remember her. For once that was playing into her favor. She set down the burger and another beer, “Merry Christmas Eve! I hope it’s going well for you.”“It’s going good now,” he gave her a faint smile and proceeded to tell her about how one of the mares under his charge had come down ill and he’d come back on short notice to oversee her care. He’d only gotten back this morning and had spent most of the day at the barn, only getting enough time to shower the barn smell off, change his clothes, and come in for dinner. “Such of the life of working in agriculture, but it’s worth it to me,” he offered a smile to her as she stole a fry from his plate. The sound of a lock clicking brought him back to the restaurant, “I guess I should eat up, don’t want to keep you late on Christmas Eve of all nights.”“Oh, it’s okay,” she looked up as the manager called out for the waitresses and slid from the table, “I’ll be right back.” Off to the backroom she went, leaving him to work on his meal.He looked up when she rejoined him at the table, sliding herself back into the chair. She placed a glass of eggnog in front of him with a little smile, “On the house. So, what are you doing for Christmas since you’re back on short notice?” He watched as she tilted her head and seemed to be anxiously awaiting his answer. “Oh, I’m not sure. I guess just go home for the night, have to spend some time with the mare, tomorrow and otherwise maybe I’ll just catch a few movies on the tv.” He took a sip of the eggnog and noted a hint of Southern Comfort. When he looked up, she just gave him a little smile. “You?”“Probably about the same thing, except for the mare part. Just catch up on some Christmas movies, have a couple of drinks, sleep in, and do the same tomorrow I suppose. Or,” she paused, grinned a bit at him, “or, maybe you could join me and at least we would have some company to enjoy during our movie watching.” Mel wagged her eyebrows just a bit in excitement.He watched her eyebrows in a bit of amusement, and chuckled softly “I think I would be a fool to turn down the offer. I would be glad to join you.”She smiled widely at that, and rose up to go retrieve the check and complete the formalities of shutting down the restaurant for the night. He watched her dart from spot to spot, helping with cleaning up tables and putting away silverware. A bit of wonder got to him, how different she was here, than in the classroom, where she had always been a bit formal. He wondered briefly if that had to do with her being a veteran. Perhaps it was because of how she’d lived. It wasn’t long though, before she popped up to the table and gently grabbed his arm to signal that it was time to go. Getting to his feet, he realized just about how much alcohol he’d had, but made it out the door and onto the metro bus, to her place.They walked the two blocks from the bus stop to the complex, where Mel’s condo was. Phil looked up, blinking, “I didn’t know anyone rented these out.” Mel just smiled and shook her head, “I own one. Much better than living in the apartments near campus, and especially much quieter and more private. Plus, I don’t have to compete with the younger women at the pool.” She gave a little wolfish grin at that last part and led him towards the door of her condo.Inside, he found the place lightly decorated for Christmas. Little figurines placed here and there, a few window decorations, Christmas cards taped above the entranceway to the kitchen. The condo itself was cozy. From what he could see it seemed like a two bedroom place and he smiled a little at the fireplace in the living room with a stocking hung to one side. The place had a very homie feel to it; something he hadn’t felt except at his parent’s place, in a long time.She ran around in the background, picking up a few things here and there. None of her plans had included company being over for the night. Normally she would have just come in, poured a glass of wine, stripped off her work uniform and caught up with her TiVo in panties. Obviously that wasn’t going to happen tonight though she stifled a little giggle as she imagined what his reaction would have been to that. “There’s beer, eggnog, and soda in the fridge and the cabinet above the freezer has the liquor in it. Feel free to help yourself, so long as you make me an eggnog with spiced rum in it. I’ll be out in a minute.”She pulled off the top and the skirt, throwing them into her laundry basket. After a moment thinking it over, her bra followed shortly afterwards, letting a heavy chest hang freely. Deciding to go all in and fully change, panties were thrown in last. Into the master bathroom she wandered, taking up a warm wet washcloth, and using it to wipe some of the sweat away from underneath her breasts, around her thighs, and a few other places. Fingers ran through her curly red bush. It was a little overdue for a trimming and there was a bit of a wish that she had the time to, but she figured if it came to that he probably wouldn’t mind terribly much. A few pats with a towel to dry off and she put on a stretchy sports bra, tee-shirt, and a pair of university sweat pants. Two spritzes from a bottle of warm vanilla sugar body spray then quick brushing of her hair and out the door she came.Phil had taken a seat on the end of the couch, having made two of the eggnog and spiced rum drinks. Slowly he sipped at one, just admiring her place and the country style décor she seemed to prefer. A smile crossed his face as she came out, a little surprised at how she could make even sweats and a tee-shirt look sexy. He was just content to watch her as she went over to the fireplace and got a compressed log lit, admiring her rear as she bent over to do it, then as she put a movie into the player and came over to the couch.They chatted idly during the first movie, discussing career goals, college experiences, and general background information. Phil purposely kept only slowly sipping away at his eggnog, making the drink last the entirety of the first movie and giving the alcohol time to course its way out of his system. As they chatted he found himself becoming more intrigued with this young woman, her variety of interests and the passion she brought to life. He liked how her face lit up as she talked about taking an internship at a dig in the Badlands and at having found actual dinosaur bones. Even if he wasn’t so interested in what she was studying, he just liked being around someone who was so happy doing what she was doing.The topic slowly turned towards their shared love of horses. He’d grown up on a horse ranch a few hours south of where they were and she’d only just started taking lessons after moving to Boise. He knew more of the technical side but she had the passion beyond that of someone who had just gushed over ponies as a little kid. When she came back from changing the DVD’s and accepted her second drink, he took note that she was sitting much closer to him than at the beginning of the evening. Each time she came back from getting up it seemed she moved a few inches closer till it was shortly after one am and upon coming back from putting in a new movie she was cuddled up against his figure. He could smell the faded scent of vanilla spice on her, it felt inviting, it just felt right.She knew it was the alcohol. She’d been making hers stronger than usual just so that she’d have the excuse to blame the alcohol. But now she found herself spooned up against Phil and having decided that she’d already crossed the line of no turning back. Mel gently guided his arm to rest over her stomach, snuggling herself fully against him, closing her eyes and just savoring the feeling. It had been too long since she’d last felt the comforting warmth of another person pressed up against her, this time with the bonus of his muscles giving her the protective feeling of being wrapped up. Through her sweats she could even feel the gentle pressing of a stiffening cock. She smiled to herself and gave a tiny wiggle just to get a better feel of it then pressed softly against him feigning snuggling in more.By about halfway through the movie and all of the way through her glass of eggnog curiosity and hormones couldn’t be contained much more. Her hand gently drifted to his pants and upon finding no resistance she unzipped the jeans and slipped her hand in, seeking the opening of his boxers. Fingers gently caressed the head of his swollen member and slowly she began to guide it out into the open. Slowly and gently she caressed him, just enjoying the feeling of his hard cock throbbing in her hand. When she felt his fingers touch the edge of her sweats, Mel arched a little to urge him to seek further. A contented sigh slipped from her lips as she felt his hand gently cup her swollen mound and fingers softly rub upon her clit and external lips.He had been hoping that there might be a little fun after she had been wiggling and adjusting against him during the movie. When she reached for his cock, it felt like he’d stiffened even more at the anticipation. The stroking was pleasant but it hadn’t compared to reaching within her sweats, finding her not wearing a pair of panties, and that she was already damp from the little bit of play they’d already gotten into. Gently he played with her clit, loving the little moans coming from her throat. When she felt wet enough he slipped two fingers within her and began to massage the inside of her cunt while caressing her clit. When he felt her fingers leave his cock for a moment he internally sighed at the loss, but seconds later he felt her sweatpants slip down and the soft skin of her rear caress against his stiff member.As much as Mel was enjoying having her cunt caressed by his fingers what she really craved was the stretching that only a thick cock could give her. Twisting her body a bit, she wiggled upwards till she could stand and straddle his feet. Facing away, she slowly lowered he beautiful ass into position. He guided her down with his two hands on her ass cheeks. Then he gently spread her cheeks until his cock head rubbed against her wet, swollen lips. She reached between her legs and gently grasped his shaft. Then she slowly rubbed the head against herself, enjoying the feeling and giving it enough time to get thoroughly wet. She had taken larger cocks, but he was up there in size and she knew that plenty of lube was her key to really enjoying the experience. When she felt she had gotten his cock wet enough, she pressed his head against her tight hole and slowly she began to wiggle herself down, allowing him to enter. A soft groan slipped from her throat as the head popped within, slowly followed by the thick, veiny shaft.Only when she finally felt her ass begin to press against his body, did she finally breathe out and just waited, feeling him within her.  Phil then slid both his hands upward. Very slowly, his manly hands slid around her ass. Then he slid them forward to her navel, sliding one finger into her tender dimple. She had goosebumps for a moment, and he waited until her body calmed. Then  he resumed his slow upward journey, maintaining a contstant firm contact along her narrow waist.Mel rested her back on Phil's chest. Tucking her head on one of his shoulders, she leaned her head alongside his.Finally, his hands slid up, under her tits. He turned his wrists to cup each of her tits, and her ass continued to gyrate on his lap. 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Good afternoon, I'm _____ with today's episode of EZ News. Taipei signs NT$12.2 billion Nvidia deal The Taipei City Government has signed a 12.2-billion N-T agreement with Nvidia for the T-17 and T-18 plots of land at the Beitou-Shilin Technology Park. Mayor Chiang Wan-an says construction on the U-S technology company's new Taiwan headquarters could now begin as early as June. The deal grants Nvidia 50-year land surface rights, extendable by up to 20 years and Chiang is describing the agreement as a major milestone and is also pledging (保證) full municipal support. Under Nvidia's investment plan, more than 40-billion N-T will be spent during construction, and operations are expected to create over 10,000 jobs. Nvidia C-E-O Jensen Huang is scheduled to visit Taiwan from June 2 to 5 for Computex Taipei. TSMC shares surge almost 69% in 'Year of Snake' Shares in Taiwan Semiconductor Manufacturing soared almost 69-per cent in the Year of the Snake. T-S-M-C shares closed at a record high of 1,915 N-T on Wednesday - the final trading day of the Year of the Snake - despite coming off off a historic intraday high of 1,925 N-T early in the session. The chipmaker's share price jumped 780 N-T during the Year of the Snake and contributed about 6,262 points to the Tai-Ex's overall rise for the year. The strong showing raised T-S-M-C's market capitalization by more than 20-trillion N-T during the year. Taipei Zoo to renovate its tropical rainforest area And, The Taipei City Zoo has announced plans to renovate its tropical rainforest area. According to the zoo,the renovations will improve animal welfare, update some of its aging facilities and are in line with (與…一致,符合,按照) international trends in professional zoo development. The Asian tropical rainforest area opened in 1997. The zoo will be relocating its Asian elephants Yu-Hsin and Yu-Kai to the African animal area later this year during the renovation period. The zoo will also be transfering other animals, such as the Malayan tiger, sun bear, and leopard, following the elephants' move. Republicans join Democrats to rebuke Trump's Tariffs on Canada US lawmakers have voted to terminate President Donald Trump's tariffs on Canada - with six Republicans joining Democrats in the House of Representatives. The resolution passed 219 to 211 - sending the bill to the Senate where a similar (相似的) measure passed last year. Toni Waterman has more. Sci Initiative Finds HumanCaused Climate Change Drove Wildfires A team of researchers say that human-caused climate change had an important impact on the recent wildfires that engulfed parts of Chile and Argentina's Patagonia region. That's according to a report released Wednesday by World Weather Attribution, a scientific initiative that investigates extreme weather events. The report says the hot, dry and gusty weather that fed last month's deadly wildfires in central and southern Chile was made around 200% more likely by human-made greenhouse gas emissions. Ande the high-fire-risk conditions that fueled (激起，助長) the blazes still racing through southern Argentina were made 150% more likely. World Weather Attribution says “These trends are projected to continue in the future as long as we continue to burn fossil fuels.” That was the I.C.R.T. EZ News, I'm _____. －－－－以下為 SoundOn 動態廣告－－－－ 新感覺夾心土司 多種口味隨心挑選 讓你隨時隨地都有好心情 甜蜜口感草莓夾心、顆粒層次花生夾心、濃郁滑順可可夾心 主廚監製鮪魚沙拉、精選原料金黃蛋沙拉 輕巧美味帶著走，迎接多變的每一天 7-Eleven多種口味販售中 https://sofm.pse.is/8qdyge -- Hosting provided by SoundOn

Sonia La Marca"Il risveglio della Grande Madre"Viaggio evolutivo attraverso le stagioni dell'anima e di Madre NaturaEdizioni Spazio Interiorewww.spaziointeriore.comQuesto libro è un viaggio alchemico ed evolutivo, in cui l'Autrice ci accompagna in un cammino che esplora il risveglio delle forze femminili e maschili nella loro essenza sciamanica, spirituale, corporea e mentale. Attraverso la conoscenza delle forze della Grande Madre, veniamo condotti in un dialogo profondo con le energie di Madre Terra, radicandoci nella sua saggezza ancestrale. Questo percorso di trasformazione si snoda nella sanazione delle radici: l'albero genealogico, le relazioni che ci plasmano e soprattutto la relazione con noi stessi, primo e sacro incontro con il nostro essere. È il viaggio dell'iniziato: un cammino di consapevolezza attraverso tutte le stagioni interiori, accogliendone i doni, le opportunità, le ombre e la luce. Perché solo attraversandole fino in fondo possiamo evolverci, guarire, manifestarci, crescere e illuminarci. Le pagine di questo libro mostrano come le dinamiche della vita, dalla nostra origine primale ai giorni presenti, ci guidino in un ciclo di evoluzione continua: un invito a riscoprire il nostro posto nell'equilibrio universale, armonizzando spirito e corpo, mente e cuore, e intrecciando il nostro viaggio personale con il respiro della natura e il ritmo eterno della vita, aiutandoci a prendere consapevolezza di tutto quello che siamo e possiamo essere, a entrare in contatto con le nostre ferite, risvegliare l'istinto arcaico che possediamo e così ritrovare il nostro potere personale.«Questo non è un libro. Questo è un viaggio. È il viaggio che, attraverso l'incontro con la Grande Madre, mi ha portata a fiorire, trasformandomi da donna inconsapevole, desiderosa di colmare il vuoto che si portava dentro, a donna in cammino alla scoperta di se stessa e della sua sacralità. Ma è anche il tuo viaggio, di te che ti appresti a leggere e a scendere dentro di te, alla scoperta di te stessa e della tua sacralità.È un viaggio attraverso le stagioni, della natura e dell'anima, che si sviluppa attraverso un percorso circolare che dall'Autunno conduce all'Estate, dalla Morte alla Manifestazione. Ed è il ciclo dell'anima, del cambiamento e di ogni percorso evolutivo, dove le quattro stagioni diventano archetipi per raccontare le quattro fasi del viaggio alchemico, personale e collettivo, che dall'ombra conduce alla luce, dal trauma alla guarigione. Il ciclo trasformativo non si esaurisce con il suo apparente compimento, ma ricomincia ogni volta da dove si è fermato per dare inizio a una nuova parabola. Ecco allora che il cerchio diventa spirale, permettendoci di toccare ogni volta livelli sempre più profondi e raggiungere gradini sempre più alti della nostra incarnazione».Sonia La Marca è terapeuta sciamanica, costellatrice, formatrice e scrittrice. Inizia consapevolmente a lavorare su di sé nel 2008, ma è nel 2012 che avviene un clic riconosce la propria missione: accompagnare gli altri nella guarigione e nell'evoluzione dell'anima. Il suo primo strumento è la natura, che la conduce alla floriterapia. Prosegue con l'Ipnosi Regressiva, la lettura dei Registri Akashici, PSYCH-K® ed EFT, strumenti che favoriscono l'integrazione e la guarigione tra corpo, mente e spirito. L'incontro con una curandera sudamericana le apre la via alla saggezza antica delle Ande e allo Sciamanesimo. Inizia il lavoro con le piante maestre e medicina, e apprende a leggere dal Libro della Natura, una guida vivente e sacra. La maternità e la relazione di coppia rappresentano passaggi profondi e trasformativi che radicano ulteriormente il suo cammino. Nel tempo, si forma nelle costellazioni familiari multidimensionali, e conosce a fondo il lavoro corporeo ed emotivo di Willi Maurer e le 5 Leggi Biologiche. Da queste esperienze nasce un metodo personale che unisce la visione sistemica al lavoro sul trauma e al risveglio della sacralità. Diventa un supporter di questo podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/il-posto-delle-parole--1487855/support.IL POSTO DELLE PAROLEascoltare fa pensarehttps://ilpostodelleparole.it/

The most dangerous lie women believe in midlife is that their best years are behind them. It shows up quietly. It sounds reasonable. It tells us to slow down, step back, and stop wanting more. In Episode 254, When Wanting More In Midlife Starts to Feel Wrong, I sit down with pro-aging advocate Ande Lyons to challenge that lie and reveal how easily women become caged by their age without even realizing it. We talk about how gendered ageism shapes confidence, ambition, and identity for women in midlife — and why wanting more in midlife can suddenly feel inappropriate, risky, or unrealistic, even when women still feel capable, curious, and alive. This conversation introduces a pro-aging mindset and reframes aging not as decline, but as expansion. We explore what it really means to rewire, not retire, why purpose after 60 is not only possible but powerful, and how lived experience becomes an advantage rather than a limitation. We also talk about visibility — saying your age out loud, being comfortable as the oldest woman in the room, and choosing to show up fully instead of shrinking. Ande shares why intergenerational community matters, and how connection helps dissolve ageism while keeping women energized, engaged, and grounded. We cover simple daily practices that support positive aging: gratitude, journaling, intentional movement, protecting balance and strength, and choosing community over isolation. Throughout the episode, one truth is reinforced again and again: self-first is not selfish. This conversation is a reminder that wanting more in midlife is not a problem to fix. You are not done. You are not invisible. And you do not need permission to want more. Connect with Ande here: https://www.dontbecagedbyyourage.com/ https://www.linkedin.com/in/andelyons/  https://www.youtube.com/@AndeLyons  https://www.instagram.com/dontbecagedbyyourage/  TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@dontbecagedbyyourage  Podcast: https://www.dontbecagedbyyourage.com/ Work with Heike here: Grab my book, Pursue Your Spark, here! Reach out to me directly at heike@heikeyates.com and stop spinning your wheels, not knowing what to do next. I will help you figure out the answer to one of your burning questions, where you can take action right away.   

If you've ever thought about buying and riding a vintage motorcycle, this is the year you'll want to listen to Chasing the Horizon! We're engaging experts skilled in restorations, custom builds and motorcycle maintenance to give you the low-down on exactly what owning a vintage bike requires. Join Ande Kahora of Barrington Motor Works for a discussion on a more traditional approach to restorations. The news checks in on KTM, Indian Motorcycle, LAND Moto and more. Chasing the Horizon is brought to you by Schuberth Helmets, ROX Speed FX, Wunderlich America and the BMW Motorcycle Owners of America. Get all the links for our guest and the news on the show notes page on chasingthehorizon.us.

Ainda que eu ande pelo vale - Pr. Francisco Ribeiro by Igreja Missionária Evangélica Maranata de Campo Grande Para conhecer mais sobre a Maranata:Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/imemaranata/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/imemaranataSite: https://www.igrejamaranata.com.br/Canal do youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCa1jcJx-DIDqu_gknjlWOrQDeus te abençoe

AL BLUE MONDAY, BUENA CARA Da igual que a estas alturas tus propósitos de año nuevo hayan durado menos que el celibato de Jeffrey Epstein. Esto es España. Aquí la voluntad es decorativa. Consuéltate pensando que media población comparte ADN con Julio Iglesias y la otra media con Bertín Osborne. Un caldo evolutivo perfecto para ser el primer país anexado en caso de invasión alienígena. Y con razón. Así que hoy toca lo único sensato. Poner buena cara. Aunque sea por fuera. Porque por dentro llevamos todos una mezcla de cansancio, trauma fiscal y deseo de desaparecer en una manta. Este episodio viene cargado de miserias, vicisitudes y curiosidades. Consumo preferente en formato aural y en pequeñas dosis, como si fuera jarabe para la ansiedad pero sin prospecto y con efectos secundarios definitivos. Aquí descubrirás qué son los therians, quiénes son los ozerquins, de dónde viene el oro y por qué la realidad insiste en empeorar justo cuando tú intentabas mejorar. Y para cerrar, la conclusión científica del día. Ande vas, patatas traigo. Un maremagnum de miserias para empezar el año con buena cara. Y si no puedes… al menos que no se note. Si has llegado hasta aquí y eres de los/las que quieren miseria 24/7: Aquí tienes miseria en forma de links: https://linktr.ee/lagrimasenlalluvia ¿Quieres recibir los avisos de todos los programas? : https://t.me/lamiseriameencanta ¿ Te sientes miserier y quieres conocer a otros carnales? https://t.me/lamiseriameencantabidireccional ¿Te apetece inmortalizar tus miserias? lamiseriameencanta@gmail.com twitter @lagrimas_lluvia twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/lagrimasenlalluvia

Não ande no conselho dos ímpios - Reunião 05/11/2025 by Pr. Carlos Soares

Seja bem-vindo à Academia da Fé!Somos uma igreja cristã, apaixonada pela Palavra de Deus!Que tal nos conhecer mais?Acesse: https://academiadafe.com.br/redes-sociais/Faça a sua inscrição e acompanhe o nosso canal!Deus te abençoe!#academiadafé #af

Send us a textThis week, Gemma and Ande are diving headfirst into one of the most infamous and unsettling conspiracy theories in U.S. history: The Philadelphia Experiment. Allegedly conducted by the U.S. Navy in the 1940s, this secret experiment was said to involve cloaking technology, teleportation, and time manipulation, resulting in horrifying consequences.In Part 1, we lay the groundwork. Where did this story originate? Who were the key figures that claimed it really happened? And how did a single naval ship become the center of decades of rumors involving vanished crews, fused bodies, and government cover-ups? Tune in as we go down this rabbit hole, y'all! 

In this milestone 200th episode, Shara sits down with podcaster, founder, and pro-aging advocate Ande Lyons for a deeply affirming and energizing conversation about purpose, visibility, and staying engaged at every stage of life.In this episode, we talk about:*Why ageism is wasting generations of talent*What “pro-aging” really means—and why anti-aging messaging is harmful, especially for women*Why retirement has been called a global epidemic*The importance of staying curious, connected, and engaged after 65*The power of intergenerational relationships*Ande's journey through entrepreneurship, startup mentoring, and podcasting*Why podcasting is one of the most powerful tools for connection, purpose, and community*How Ande built the New England Podcasters Group—and why in-person community still mattersThis episode is a reminder that life doesn't end at a certain age—it expands, and the world still needs what only you can bring.To connect with Ande, visit dontbecagedbyyourage.com Want to be a guest on Life Stories Podcast? Send Shara Goswick a message on PodMatch, here: https://www.podmatch.com/hostdetailpreview/1718977880777072342a16683

Requital, 3min,. UK Directed by Ande Case A short Animation of how history repeats itself. Frustratingly. Get to know the filmmaker: What motivated you to make this film? The original idea was from my partner who talked about history repeating itself. We despise inequality, that people so wealthy they will never want for anything still end up being so cruel and disgusting. The worst of us. They have the ability to end hunger, disease, homelessness yet they always end up being fascists who only want to visit cruelty upon others. From the idea to the finished product, how long did it take for you to make this film? About 6 months from script to final version as Lucy, the animator, was very kindly developing this film in between all the other work she had on and, due to budget, we had to rethink some scenes and visuals. How would you describe your film in two words!? History Repeats. What was the biggest obstacle you faced in completing this film? Finance, it's always finance. I have reached a point where ‘funding streams' are some fairy tale old filmmakers tell newbies about how good it was in their day ----- Subscribe to the podcast: https://twitter.com/wildsoundpod https://www.instagram.com/wildsoundpod https://www.facebook.com/wildsoundpod

Att ledas av helige Ande i vardagslivet och arbetet

Hola! Feliz Navidad! Today we are going to talk about Christmas Songs in Spanish. This is the second part because last year we did the first part some Christmas Songs . These songs will help you to learn Spanish and you will also enjoy such kind of music. I recommend that you listen to the songs and read the lyrics at the same time because it is very useful.. Donate with PayPal:https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/spanishwithdennisYou can buy me a cup of coffee here:https://www.buymeacoffee.com/spanishwithdennisThe songs are:1 - El Pavo y el Burro - Los Hijos Del Rey2 - Salsa Pa' tu Lechon - Johnny Ventura3 - La Juma - Conjunto Quisqueya4 - Hacia Belén va una burra y La Marimorena5 -Ande, Ande, Ande, Pastores Venid, Dime Niño De Quien EresMy Youtube channel to learn Spanish: Spanish with Dennishttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCQVuRUMQGwtzBIp1YAImQFQMy new Discord server and chat and you can already join and write to me there:https://discord.gg/HWGrnmTmyCMy new Telegram channel and you can already join and write to me or comment there:https://t.me/SpanishwithDennisJoin my Patreon:https://www.patreon.com/spanishwithdennisDonate with Boosty:https://boosty.to/spanishwithdennis/donateDonate with Donation Alerts:https://www.donationalerts.com/r/dennisespinosaYou can support me and my podcast if you want:Support me by joining my podcasts supporter club on Spreaker:https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/comprehensible-spanish-language--5595630/supportDonate with Crypto currency:Bitcoin (BTC)1DioiGPAQ6yYbEgcxEFRxWm5hZJcfLG9V6USDT (ERC20)0xeb8f678c0b8d37b639579662bf653be762e60855USDT (TRC20)TXoQwsaiTGBpWVkyeigApLT8xC82rQwRCNEthereum (ETH)0xeb8f678c0b8d37b639579662bf653be762e60855If you have any other suggestions or recommendations on what other platform you can support me and my podcasts, please let me know. You can write to me on telegram.Thank you in advance. 

Antonella Barina"Donne dell'altro mondo"Nove protagoniste di umanità ed eccezionale coraggioManni Editoriwww.mannieditori.it“Questo non vuol essere un libro di buoni sentimenti, ma un libro di avventure, che racconta le vicende emblematiche di pioniere spericolate: i prudenti non hanno mai battuto sentieri inviolati”.Vittoria vive in una capanna di fango e paglia sulle Ande e riscatta le bambine sfruttate come domestiche da ricchi peruviani. Ginevra fa la clown nei Paesi in guerra e negli orfanotrofi più sperduti della Terra. Chiara, infermiera, è stata in Liberia durante l'epidemia di ebola e nelle sale operatorie improvvisate nei camion a Mosul occupata dall'Isis. Natalina in Congo salva le ragazzine accusate di stregoneria e sottoposte a spietati riti d'esorcismo. Rita strappa le prostitute e i loro figli alla tratta degli schiavi nel Casertano. Adriana, ex bracciante agricola, soccorre le vittime di caporalato in Calabria. Federica in Angola e Afghanistan restituisce gli arti a chi è saltato su una mina, in Ciad e Yemen sovraintende a sconfinati campi profughi. Marisa e Gianna hanno creato una casa da fiaba per i bimbi malati di tumore che arrivano a Roma per le terapie con le loro famiglie.Sono donne che hanno vissuto vicende incredibili, rocambolesche eppur lontane dal clamore dei media, che dedicano la vita ai più sfortunati con entusiasmo e gioia.Donne che esaltano all'estremo le qualità tradizionalmente femminili di cura e accoglienza, ma anche paladine un po' folli. Protagoniste determinate a riscrivere il futuro.Antonella BarinaVive a Roma ed è giornalista dai primi anni Ottanta. Ha girato gran parte del mondo per realizzare reportage su temi culturali e sociali, prima per “l'Europeo”, poi come inviata del” Venerdì di Repubblica”, dove cura anche la rubrica settimanale “Noi e gli altri” dedicata all'universo della solidarietà.Diventa un supporter di questo podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/il-posto-delle-parole--1487855/support.IL POSTO DELLE PAROLEascoltare fa pensarehttps://ilpostodelleparole.it/

TESTO DELL'ARTICOLO ➜ https://www.bastabugie.it/8372IL MEDICO DEI POVERI E' IL PRIMO SANTO DEL VENEZUELA di Fabio Piemonte Caracas, domenica 29 giugno 1919. José Gregorio Hernández Cisneros, mentre sta recandosi ad acquistare alcune medicine per una sua anziana paziente, viene investito da un giovane neopatentato intenzionato a sorpassare un tram e muore dopo un'inutile corsa in ospedale. Il giorno successivo una folla immensa si riversa per le strade e accorre ai funerali per un ultimo saluto al 'medico dei poveri', beatificato nel 2021 e canonizzato ieri da Papa Leone XIV.«Proveniva da un villaggio sperduto nelle Ande dove si è formato con disciplina, serietà e misticismo, trasmessi dai suoi genitori, dal suo maestro e dal sacerdote del villaggio. Una trilogia che ha piantato in lui una fede radicata nelle semplici circostanze della vita di un villaggio. Inviato dal padre nella capitale, divenne un grande scienziato e professore di fama nazionale e internazionale che non dimenticò né trascurò mai le sue origini. La sua dedizione ai poveri, agli indigenti, fu esercitata sempre con estremo riserbo, delicatezza e attenzione per ognuno di loro». Ne tratteggia così la figura Baltazar Cardozo, Arcivescovo emerito di Caracas, le cui parole sono riprese nella biografia fresca di stampa della giornalista Manuela Tulli, José Gregorio Hernández Cisneros. Il primo santo del Venezuela (Ares, pp. 128).Docente universitario e medico, uomo di scienza e di fede profonda, Josè rinuncia al desiderio di consacrarsi a Dio anche a causa di motivi di salute per servire Cristo da laico in special modo chinandosi sulle ferite degli ammalati e correndo di casa in casa per non lasciare nessuno senza il suo supporto. «Offro la mia vita per la pace nel mondo», afferma il giorno prima di morire. E proprio quel giorno viene ratificato il Trattato di Versailles che pone fine alla Grande Guerra e gli stessi venezuelani pongono fine ai contrasti tra fazioni opposte accomunati dal dolore per la perdita del 'loro' medico.LE UMILI ORIGINIJosè nasce a Isnotú il 26 ottobre 1864 da una famiglia numerosa - ha infatti sei fratelli, tra i quali una sorella morta ad appena sette mesi - di umili origini che nel paesino andino ha un piccolo emporio di cosmetici, erbe medicinali e farmaci e una locanda con poche stanze. «Mia madre mi ha insegnato la virtù fin dalla culla, mi ha fatto crescere nella conoscenza di Dio e mi ha dato per guida la carità», diceva. Da adolescente si trasferisce a Caracas per frequentare dapprima il liceo, poi la facoltà di medicina. Nel 1888 si laurea con una tesi sulla febbre tifoide e si specializza in batteriologia, divenendone presto uno dei maggiori esperti nel Paese. Prosegue le sue ricerche seguendo corsi accademici anche a Parigi e Madrid. Rientrato in Venezuela, la sua cattedra di Batteriologia è la prima in America.Medico sapiente, riesce con una cura adeguata a salvare dalla morte imminente anche il fratello del presidente Goméz. Ai pazienti più poveri fornisce non solo terapie e farmaci, ma offre dei soldi per le altre necessità con carità discreta. «Oltre agli studi filosofici, José Gregorio ama molto l'arte. Imparò a fare il sarto per confezionare i propri abiti, si dedicò alla pittura, studiò musica e pianoforte, amava ballare, si dedicava anche alla cucina per i pranzi di famiglia preparando soprattutto ricette della tradizione creola, e se la cavava anche nell'arte della falegnameria, forse nell'imitazione di san Giuseppe, al quale era devoto e del quale aveva un'immagine all'ingresso della sua casa», sottolinea la Tulli. Alla morte del padre fa ogni sforzo anche economico affinché i suoi fratelli e sorelle si trasferiscano con lui a Caracas per l'unità della famiglia.SANTA MESSA QUOTIDIANASul piano spirituale diventa terziario francescano e s'iscrive alla Confraternita del Carmelo. Inoltre prega ogni giorno con il Rosario e l'Angelus, partecipa spesso all'adorazione eucaristica, quotidianamente alla Santa Messa e legge frequentemente le vite dei Santi. In numerose lettere inviate principalmente ad amici e familiari effonde il suo cuore in confidenze intime, attraverso la condivisione di quanto gli accade nella vita di tutti giorni e nell'esercizio della sua missione. A tal proposito scrive a un amico: «I miei pazienti sono tutti guariti, anche se è così difficile curare la gente qui, perché bisogna combattere contro le preoccupazioni e le assurdità che sono profondamente radicate: credono nel male, nelle galline e nelle vacche nere e nei rimedi che si preparano pronunciando parole misteriose».Il miracolo decisivo per la sua beatificazione è avvenuto nel 2017 e si deve alla guarigione per sua intercessione di una bambina da «un gravissimo trauma cranioencefalico con ferita craniocerebrale da colpo d'arma da fuoco», a seguito di una rapina a mano armata perpetrata mentre era in moto con il padre. «La madre ha successivamente raccontato che, quando i medici uscirono dalla stanza dopo averle comunicato la gravità della condizione della figlia, le apparve José Gregorio Hernández assicurandole: “La opererò io”», riporta ancora l'autrice della biografia del medico santo. E in effetti «non esiste alcuna spiegazione medica o scientifica del perché quella ragazza si sia ripresa in quei modi e in quei tempi», come osservato dal neurochirurgo.Insomma, in special modo per l'umile fede e la copiosa carità verso gli ammalati, quale 'Moscati del Venezuela', José Gregorio Hernández Cisnero si prepara a salire agli onori degli altari come primo Santo del Paese.

Dags för Mörkrets Ande att visa sig som ett nytt hot och väl är väl det för vad skulle annars hjälteteamet från Ljusets Rike göra?Vi får följa med på räddningsexpeditioner, möta nya karaktärer (INTE FLER!) och glädja oss över att en karaktär är lite misstänksam mot främlingarna.Men Anna och Dan upplever också sin kanske största besvikelse hittills....Var med och sponsra podden så vi kan fortsätta göra den. Vi vill podda om alla Margits böcker. Du sponsrar oss bäst på: https://www.patreon.com/isfolketForumet finns här: http://shailina.se/Isfolket/index.phpDet här är en podcast av Dan Hörning och Anna Erlandsson.Lyssna på vår andra podd Hard Nerd Cafe där vi poddar om nördigheter: https://player.fm/series/hard-nerd-cafeAnnas blogg: http://setsunaceras.blogspot.comAnna på X (tidigare Twitter): https://twitter.com/AnnaCerasAnna på Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/setsunaceras/Dan på X (tidigare Twitter): https://twitter.com/danhorningDan på Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/dan_horning/E-post: zimwaypodcast@gmail.com Musik: Geertveneklaas - The Floating World Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Aufreger der Woche: Stefans Loblied auf congstar ++ So spart man am Black Friday 100 Prozent und mehr! ++ Persönliche BF-Tipps: Sebastians Bratpfannen (Silberthal, Scanpan) und Möbel (noo.ma Ande), Allianz Telematik-Tarif für die Kfz-Versicherung Neues aus Cupertino: Wann geht Tim Cook? Und was kommt danach? ++ Schulamt Kiel sperrt 1.700 iPads ++ iOS 27 Snow Leopard  Hardware: iPhone 17 Pro im Speedtest ++ Aus der Rubrik „Kuriositäten“: SwitchBot Candle Warmer Lamp ++ Ausprobiert: DJI Neo 2, die neue Drohnen-Kompaktklasse ++ Gar nicht mal so gut: Mophie Charger für die AirPods Max ++ Tasche für die AirPods: Waterfield AirPods Max Shield Case  Apps: Großes Lob für Prado Traveler ++ Beste Kamera-App? No Fusion ++ Messenger mit mehreren Accounts: Bei iMessage schon lange standard, Whatsapp zieht nach, wann kommen Signal und Co.? ++ Signal jetzt mit Back-up-Funktion ++ Jeffrey Epsteins Posteingang: jmail.world  Streaming & Gaming: ++ Auch 2025 ruft die Pflicht: Call of Duty: Black Ops 7 angespielt ++ Stefans Spiel des Jahres: Lumines: Arise ++ Sebastians Türkei-Netflix geht nicht mehr ++ Tron: Ares ab 2.12. in der TV-App (zum Kaufen) – sei bitte auf der Vision Pro in 3D! Danke fürs Zuhören. Abonniert „Schleifenquadrat“ gerne im Podcatcher eurer Wahl, hinterlasst uns ein paar Sterne und kommentiert die Folge bei Apple Podcasts!

Pensionär på pappret men i full blom i livet. Elsie är kristen skolledare i grunden, coach i dag genom sitt företag Peace & Rest, mamma till fyra och mormor till tolv, med ett brinnande hjärta för lärande, utveckling och att hjälpa människor hitta frid, riktning och nästa steg. Vi pratar om: hennes värderingar: ärlighet, ansvar, pålitlighet och Jesus som förebild drivkraften att följa längtan Gud lagt ner — även när vägen blir krokig varför vision inte är en hobby utan ett sätt att leva 24/7, med sunda gränser och basbehov som grund hur verktyg som "Ledningsdeklarationen" och "Livshjulet" från ULA blev avgörande för hennes fortsatta steg resan från blyghet till frimodighet genom den helige Ande hur en bokdröm blev verklighet genom visionsprojektet i ULA vad coachning gör med våra blind spots — och varför även coacher behöver coacher Elsies konkreta livsnycklar: stillhet, tacksamhet ("jag kan" istället för "jag måste"), ordens kraft och tro som senapskorn och den stora nyheten: Elsies debutsingel som släpptes 15 november, inspirerad av Jeremia-löftet om framtid och hopp. CTA i avsnittet: ✅ Lyssna på Elsies musik och registrera dig för info om hennes låtsläpp: https://www.peaceandrest.se/f/elsiessangerdebutsingel ✅ Vill du ha coachning eller stöd av Elsie? https://www.peaceandrest.se/ https://www.linkedin.com/in/elsie-johansson-9903b677 ✅ Vill du bygga ditt ledarskap och kall tillsammans med oss? – börja med minikursen Vision till verklighet – gå djupare i Utvald Ledare (ULA) – fortsätt vidare i Momentum Leadership Mastery (MLM) Allt finns på www.ledarskapsakademin.com.  

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I det här samtalet möter Emmeli beteendevetaren och livscoachen Pernilla Ericsson-Miettinen (Well & Worthy). Vi pratar om helhetshälsa för ande, själ och kropp, att bygga företag på kristen värdegrund, och hur små steg skapar verklig förändring. Det sker bland annat via mål & mening coach samtal, där deras mindset utvecklas och retreat på kristen grund. Allt för att skapa en hållbarare hälsa i ande, själ & kropp. Du hittar Pernilla även i well & worthy story podden. Där möter hon kvinnor i samtal och de delar sina unika lifestories. Vi blir berikade och berörda av varandras berättelser. I det här avsnittet: Pernilla delar sina tre värdeord – Creative, Consistent, Confident – och vi djupdyker i bekräftelse vs. inre driv, accountability, fri vilja och hur vi lyssnar inåt & uppåt i vardagen. Dessutom: inbjudan till Well & Worthys exklusiva retreat på Steam Hotel (Västerås) där Emmeli gästar som föreläsare och mindsetcoach. Lyssna om du vill: • få praktiska nycklar för momentum utan att tumma på tro, hälsa eller värderingar • leva helhjärtat med glädje som drivkraft – inte yttre bekräftelse • ta första (lilla) steget idag och låta Gud leda vägen   Här kan du läsa mer om retreatet: https://wellandworthy.se/retreat och anmäla dig på mail: info@wellandworthy.se senast den 29 november eller så långt det finns platser. Vem vill du bjuda med och ta del av möjligheten att ge någon en plats. Läs mer om Pernilla, Well and Worthy och Retreatet via vår partnersida:  https://www.ledarskapsakademin.com/cc-pernilla-EM Resonerar detta: Kickstarta med minikursen Vision till Verklighet: https://www.ledarskapsakademin.com/courses/vtv Du kan också connecta med Emmeli på @emmeliahlander på instagram samt skriva till oss med dina tankar till hej@ledarskapsakademin.com  För momentum i din vision!

Nel secondo episodio della sesta stagione di Universi Paralleli, Alessia e Lou ci portano in Ecuador, a scoprire il 'gotico andino' di Mónica Ojeda con il suo "Voladoras"Se il libro ti incuriosisce, puoi chiederlo in prestito alla Biblioteca di Cetona, anche attraverso il prestito interbibliotecario!Universi Paralleli è un progetto realizzato dalla redazione di www.lavaldichiana.it in collaborazione con la Biblioteca comunale di Cetona.

La escritora de novela romántica que más vende en España visita El Faro de Mara Torres para presentar su 62º libro, 'Ande, ande, ande, La Marimorena'. 

In this episode, we are joined by Beth and Ande from As December Falls. The band share their story so far, the journey that led to their success as an independent act, and dive into the making of their brand new album, Everything's On Fire But I'm Fine. Before the interview, Chris and Nick chat about some recent releases from Militarie Gun and Hit The Lights, and Chris gives his thoughts on the recent New Found Glory show that Koyo opened up.

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Nato in Colombia nel 1948, Pedro Alonso López è considerato uno dei serial killer più spietati della storia contemporanea, passando alle cronache come il “mostro delle Ande”. Dietro l'apparenza di un uomo silenzioso e schivo, si nascondeva infatti una mente ossessionata da fantasie omicide e da un rancore radicato fin dall'infanzia, segnata da violenze e abusi. Durante gli anni Settanta, López attirò centinaia di bambine tra Ecuador, Colombia e Perù con promesse di piccoli regali o attenzioni, per poi violentarle e strangolarle a sangue freddo. La sua cattura avvenne solo nel 1980, dopo un tentato rapimento e il ritrovamento di numerosi corpi. Confessò oltre 300 omicidi, anche se la giustizia riuscì ad attribuirgliene con certezza poco più di un centinaio. Condannato a soli 16 anni di prigione in Ecuador, venne poi rilasciato e fece perdere le proprie tracce, lasciando dietro di sé un'eredità di paura e di rabbia. Ma chi era davvero Pedro Alonso López? E come è stato possibile che un assassino così efferato riuscisse a sfuggire alla giustizia internazionale? E cosa lo ha reso capace di simili atrocità? Proviamo a scoprirlo insieme a Giuseppe Paternó Raddusa: autore, sceneggiatore, nonchè creative producer della casa editrice Orange Media. Iscriviti al gruppo Telegram per interagire con noi e per non perderti nessuna delle novità in anteprima e degli approfondimenti sulle puntate: https://t.me/LucePodcast Se vuoi ascoltare gratuitamente l'episodio bonus di questa settimana e sostenere il nostro lavoro, entra sul nostro canale Patreon tramite questo link: https://www.patreon.com/posts/unplugged-87-i-138362441?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link

Walking transformed anxiety into vitality for 69-year-old entrepreneur Ande Lyons, who discovered from a book-on-cassette that 35 minutes daily helped manage her symptoms and eventually led to her current six-mile routine despite facing osteoporosis. Ande argues that movement is a privilege rather than a chore, and that community connections matter more than almost anything else for healthy aging, while encouraging people to "take center stage" instead of becoming invisible as they age. Her journey from hiding her age in the startup world to becoming a pro-aging advocate demonstrates how shifting from apathy to action can redefine what thriving looks like in our later decades. Walk with Ande and me, Carolyn (Age 61)!   LET'S TALK THE WALK! Join here for support, motivation and fun! Wellness While Walking Facebook page Walking to Wellness Together Facebook GROUP Wellness While Walking on Instagram Wellness While Walking on Threads Wellness While Walking on Twitter Wellness While Walking website for show notes and other information wellnesswhilewalking@gmail.com     RESOURCES AND SOURCES (some links may be affiliate links) ANDE LYONS Don't Be Caged by Your Age Podcast On Instagram Ande on LinkedIn New England Podcasters Group On Instagram Lucinda Bassett is whom Ande first heard about walking for mental health from Eventbrite – look for events in your area Meetup – find groups, events and activities near you Breaking the Age Code by Becca Levy, PhD Boston Girls Who Walk on Instagram   HOW TO RATE AND REVIEW WELLNESS WHILE WALKING How to Leave a Review on Apple Podcasts on Your iOS Device 1.   Open Apple Podcast App (purple app icon that says Podcasts). 2.   Go to the icons at the bottom of the screen and choose “search” 3.   Search for “Wellness While Walking” 4.   Click on the SHOW, not the episode. 5.   Scroll all the way down to “Ratings and Reviews” section 6.   Click on “Write a Review” (if you don't see that option, click on “See All” first) 7.   Then you will be able to rate the show on a five-star scale (5 is highest rating) and write a review! 8.   Thank you! I so appreciate this!   How to Leave a Review on Apple Podcasts on a Computer  1.   Visit Wellness While Walking page on Apple Podcasts in your web browser (search for Apple Podcasts or click here)  https://www.apple.com/apple-podcasts/ 2.   Click on “Listen on Apple Podcasts” or “Open the App” 3.   This will open Apple Podcasts and put in search bar at top left “Wellness While Walking” 4.   This should bring you to the show, not a particular episode – click on the show's artwork 5.   Scroll down until you see “Rating and Reviews” 6.   Click on “See All” all the way to the right, near the Ratings and Review Section and its bar chart 7.   To leave a written review, please click on “Write a Review” 8.   You'll be able to leave a review, along with a title for it, plus you'll be able to rate the show on the 5-star scale (with 5 being the highest rating) 9.   Thank you so very much!! OTHER APPS WHERE RATINGS OR REVIEWS ARE POSSIBLE Spotify Goodpods Overcast (if you star certain episodes, or every one, that will help others find the show)  Castbox Podcast Addict Podchaser Podbean   HOW TO SHARE WELLNESS WHILE WALKING Tell a friend or family member about Wellness While Walking, maybe while you're walking together or lamenting not feeling 100% Follow up with a quick text with more info, as noted below! (My favorite is pod.link/walking because it works with all the apps!) Screenshot a favorite episode playing on your phone and share to social media or to a friend via text or email! Wellness While Walking on Apple – click the up arrow to share with a friend via text or email, or share to social media Wellness While Walking on Spotify -- click the up arrow to share with a friend via text or email, or share to social media Use this universal link for any podcast app: pod.link/walking – give it to friends or share on social media Tell your pal about the Wellness While Walking website Thanks for listening and now for sharing! : )       DISCLAIMER Neither I nor many of my podcast guests are doctors or healthcare professionals of any kind, and nothing on this podcast or associated content should be considered medical advice. The information provided by Wellness While Walking Podcast and associated material, by Whole Life Workshop and by Bermuda Road Wellness LLC is for informational and entertainment purposes only. It is not intended to be a substitute for professional medical advice, diagnosis or treatment. Always seek the advice of your physician or other qualified health care provider with any questions you may have regarding a medical condition or treatment, and before undertaking a new health care regimen, including walking.     Thanks for listening to Wellness While Walking, a walking podcast and a "best podcast for walking"!

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On the program a triumphant return visit from Ande Kahora at Barrington Motr Works to dig in deep on /6 transmission and final drive repairs. Find Ande here: https://www.barringtonmotorworks.com/ Join the BMW MOA for FREE! Use this code-- airheads247--in the link below: bmwmoaf.givingfuel.com/memberforces Other Moto BMW MOA Podcasts www.bmwmoa.org/page/digitalcontent Visit our website for additional content and the 247 Store: airhead247.com Drop us line: airheads247@hotmail.com Support our Sponsors and Friends: Boxer 2 Valve / William Plam www.boxer2valve.com/ Air Support BMW / George Thomas www.airsupportbmw.com/

Better Lawns and Gardens Hour 2 – Coming to you from the Summit Responsible Solutions Studios.   Garden expert, Teresa Watkins, is joined by Roi Levin, Certified Pest Operator/Manager with Environmental Pest and Lawn Services on chinch bug resistance to current pesticides. Teresa's Dirty Word of the Day is Bogs vs. Fens. Garden topics and questions include, thatch and chinch bugs, herbicides for torpedo grass in Asiatic jasmine, fertilizing and pruning avocado trees, and more. https://rb.gy/0hzjxx   Sign up for Teresa's monthly gardening newsletter, “In Your Backyard” where you can read Teresa's what to do in your landscape tips, Landscape Malpractice: How to know when to fire your landscaper,” Teresa's Design Tips; and more. https://bit.ly/2YRBbsT Art in Bloom Garden Tours  New garden tours announced! Philadelphia Flower Show, Revolutionary Garden Tour, Chelsea Flower Show, and more! Come join Teresa on incredible garden adventures! Graphic credit: Teresa Watkins, University of Florida Listen every Saturdays from 7am - 9am EST on WFLA- Orlando. Call in with your garden questions and text messages on 1-888.455.2867 and 23680, Miss the live broadcast? Listen on Audioboom podcast 24/7. https://rb.gy/gf8k3s Join me on Facebook, Instagram. #WFLF #WFLA #FNN #WNDB #BetterLawns #gardening #Florida #planting #gardeninglife #radio #southflorida #northflorida #centralflorida #Deland #SHE #Orlando #Sarasota #Miami #FortLauderdale #podcast #syndicated #BLGradio #WRLN #WiOD #gardening #SummitResponsibleSolutions #QualityGreenSpecialists #BlackKow 

During her tenure as a successful entrepreneur and podcaster, Ande Lyons' advice to young start-up founders was: “Don't Be Caged by Your Age.” At age 66, she took her own advice. Ande shifted her focus to older people, especially women, with the mission to redefine what it means to thrive after 65. Ande exposes internal ageist beliefs and debunks myths that older women are no longer visible, connected, and contributing. Ande's podcast, Don't Be Caged By Your Age, features interviews with women whose stories are about “liberating life changes [that] shatter age-related stereotypes.” Ande hears from younger women—the 40-50 year-olds—that “these stories help them see that growing older can be something to look forward to.” Driven by her own passion for fostering intergenerational relationships and community, Ande founded the New England Podcasters Group in early 2024, and today it's a thriving, ever-growing network of podcasters connecting, collaborating, and amplifying each other's voices.“Don't Be Caged by Your Age.” - Ande LyonsConnect with Ande:Website: https://www.dontbecagedbyyourage.comEmail: ande@dontbecagedbyyourage.comThe Age-Wise Collective consists of podcasts that promote older women, including Women Over 70. Meet collaborator:Beverley Glazer, host of Aging with Purpose and Passion, helps women over 50 reignite purpose, power, and bold reinvention. https://www.agingwithpurposeandpassion.com

Cristiana Mennella"L'ultimo dei chiurli"Fred BodsworthAdelphi www.adelphi.itL'ammaliante, perigliosa odissea di un piccolo eroe tragico: uno degli ultimi esemplari di chiurlo eschimese.Traduzione di Cristiana MennellaIntorno alla metà del Novecento il chiurlo eschi­mese è stato dichiarato estinto. Questo piccolo, in­classificabile libro racconta l'odissea di uno degli ultimi esemplari, che a ogni primavera, mosso dal­l'istinto, dall'Antartide fa rotta verso l'Artide per accoppiarsi – e per garantire la sopravvivenza del­la specie. Una condizione tragica, la sua, giacché mai ha conosciuto i suoi simili, sterminati per pu­ro diletto a partire dall'Ottocento. L'ultimo dei chiurli parte così per un viaggio che ha del mira­coloso: Patagonia, Paraguay, Honduras, Messico, Stati Uniti, Canada... Supera catene montuose e vulcani, burrasche e tempeste di neve; copre mi­gliaia di chilometri in pochi giorni, senza riposare né sfamarsi; sorvola foreste, fiumi, laghi, paludi; si libra sull'oceano come sulle Ande e sulla pampa. Ma se finora ha sempre affrontato la spedizione da solo, questa volta ha la ventura di imbattersi in una femmina della sua specie, con cui involarsi verso il luogo da lui scelto per riprodursi: pochi conte­si metri di terreno spoglio nel Nord più estremo. Sempre che il Destino, nei panni esecrabili dell'uo­mo, non si metta di traverso. Al lettore non resterà allora che accompagnarli, complice e rapito, nella loro perigliosa, irrinunciabile missione, sull'ala di una prosa che per audacia, anelito e resilienza sa essere all'altezza di quel volo prodigioso.Fred Bodsworth è stato uno scrittore, giornlista e naturalista canadese. Ha collaborato con alcune testate giornalistiche importanti del suo Paese. Dal 1964 al 1967 è stato anche presidente della Federazione dei naturalisti dell'Ontario. Nel 2002 ha ricevuto il premio Matt Cohen per i suoi scritti.In Italia ricordiamo il libro L'ultimo dei chiurli, edito nel 2025 da Adelphi.IL POSTO DELLE PAROLEascoltare fa pensarewww.ilpostodelleparole.itDiventa un supporter di questo podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/il-posto-delle-parole--1487855/support.

Send us a textWARNING: FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. UNDER 17 REQUIRES ADULT SUPERVISION.  This week it's Eanna's birthday! So we celebrated by not planning and letting Ande pick the movie! Jeepers Creepers (2001), a classic, right? Let's go on this backroad ride together, y'all! It's a blast!   Stay tuned & stay NASTY.  Also, leave ya girls a review on Apple Podcasts and we'll dedicate an episode to your movie pick!

En el equipo de 'Hoy por Hoy' hay una hormiga previsora, la que se pone una sobrecamisa por el aire acondicionado del estudio. También tenemos a una cigarra despreocupada que vive en tirantes y que se ríe de la hormiga friolera. ¿Cómo acabará el cuento?

Om Gud - Fader, Son och Ande

Om Pingst, Ande och ensamhet

This week on Pod Have Mercy, we're joined by Bishop Ande Emmanuel, the resident bishop of The United Methodist Church in Nigeria. In a conversation that is both sobering and urgent, Bishop Emmanuel sheds light on the escalating tensions between UMC and GMC members in Nigeria—tensions that have led to violence, misinformation, and even the tragic loss of life.He addresses head-on the false narratives being circulated by the Global Methodist Church and offers a clear-eyed perspective on what's truly happening on the ground. This episode is a call for truth, accountability, and prayer for our brothers and sisters in Nigeria who continue to serve faithfully in the face of division and danger.We invite you to listen with open hearts and minds—and to pray for peace, unity, and healing.

Montevideo, 13 ottobre 1972 - Un aereo militare uruguaiano decolla dalla città argentina di Mendoza con a bordo 45 persone: in gran parte ragazzi di una squadra di rugby diretti in Cile per una partita amichevole. Il volo charter parte regolarmente e fa scalo a Mendoza, in Argentina, dove le condizioni meteo impongono una pausa prima di affrontare l'attraversamento delle Ande, una delle catene montuose più pericolose del mondo. Il giorno successivo, nonostante il maltempo e le difficoltà operative, il volo decolla nuovamente. Dopo poche ore, però, l'aereo scompare dai radar. I soccorsi partono subito, ma vengono interrotti pochi giorni dopo: nessun segnale, nessuna speranza. Quello che ancora non si sa è che, su un ghiacciaio a quasi 4.000 metri d'altitudine, 33 persone sono sopravvissute allo schianto. Rimarranno isolate per 72 giorni, lottando contro il freddo, la fame, e una scelta estrema: nutrirsi dei compagni morti per restare in vita. Ma com'è potuto accadere tutto questo? Fu solo un errore di navigazione, o c'era qualcosa che si sarebbe potuto evitare? Proviamo a scoprirlo insieme a Giulio Maria Garbellotto, esperto di disastri aerei e conduttore del podcast “Ultimi Attimi”. Iscriviti al gruppo Telegram per interagire con noi e per non perderti nessuna delle novità in anteprima e degli approfondimenti sulle puntate: https://t.me/LucePodcast Se vuoi ascoltarci senza filtri e sostenere il nostro lavoro, da oggi è possibile abbonarsi al nostro canale Patreon e accedere a contenuti bonus esclusivi tramite questo link: patreon.com/LucePodcast

Send us a textWARNING: FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. UNDER 17 REQUIRES ADULT SUPERVISION. This week we're talking about The Collector (2009)! Ande admits to completely fricking up by choosing a movie with multiple animal deaths and cockroaches, so be warned! But we do skim over those for our fellow soft hearted folks out there. Otherwise, this movie is WILD AFFFF!!!! Stay tuned & stay NASTY. Also, leave ya girls a review on Apple Podcasts and we'll dedicate an episode to your movie pick!

Hay cosas que no se pueden esconder y una de ellas es que todo aquel que use Snapchat estando en una relación es un infiel y te lo podemos comprobar al 100%. Mantente al día con los últimos de 'El Bueno, la Mala y el Feo'. ¡Suscríbete para no perderte ningún episodio!Ayúdanos a crecer dejándonos un review ¡Tu opinión es muy importante para nosotros!¿Conoces a alguien que amaría este episodio? ¡Compárteselo por WhatsApp, por texto, por Facebook, y ayúdanos a correr la voz!Escúchanos en Uforia App, Apple Podcasts, Spotify, y el canal de YouTube de Uforia Podcasts, o donde sea que escuchas tus podcasts.'El Bueno, la Mala y el Feo' es un podcast de Uforia Podcasts, la plataforma de audio de TelevisaUnivision.

True Crime Tuesday presents:  You Are Fatally Invited with Author, Ande Pliego No crime writing retreat is complete without a murder... A legendary author's murder mystery writing retreat on his private island turns lethal when one of the writers is murdered in this twisty debut novel. When renowned anonymous author J. R. Alastor hires former aspiring writer Mila del Angél to host a writing retreat at his private manor off the coast of Maine, she jumps at the chance—particularly since she has an ax to grind with one of the invitees. The guest list? Six thriller authors, all masters of deceit, misdirection, and mayhem. Confess the crimes, survive the tropes. Alastor and Mila have masterminded a week of games, trope-fueled riddles, and maybe a jump scare or two—the perfect cover for Mila to plot a murder of her own. But when a guest turns up dead—and it's not the murder she planned—Mila finds herself trapped in a different narrative altogether. One by one, you'll lose your turn. With a storm cutting off the island, and the body count rising, Mila must outwit a killer who knows literally every trick in the book. Until only one of us remains… On Today's TCT, Pip Drysdale joins us to talk about her beginnings, the inspiration for "The Close-Up", The psychology of human beings and the duality of personalities that go into this novel.  and, the scenarios that lead to the shocking ending of "The Close-Up!" Get your copy of "The Close-Up" here:  https://bit.ly/49lfYwV Learn more about Pip and her other works here:  https://pipdrysdale.com/ PLUS DUMB CRIMES AND STUPID CRIMINALS W/JESSICA FREEBURG! Check out Jessica Freeburg's website and order her new books:  https://jessicafreeburg.com/books/ There are new and different (and really cool) items all the time in the Darkness Radio Online store at our website! . check out the Darkness Radio Store!   https://www.darknessradioshow.com/store/ #crime #truecrime #truecrimepodcasts #truecrimetuesday #andepilego #youarefatallyinvited #mila #crimefiction #thriller #rodrigo #olivia #jralastor #cassandra #ashtoncarter #surpriseendings #gamenight #kidnapping #assault #murder #fletcher  #dumbcrimesstupidcriminals #TimDennis #jessicafreeburg #paranormalauthor  #floridaman #drugcrimes #foodcrimes #stupidcrimes #funnycrimes #airplanecrimes #sexcrimes #peepeedoctor

An anadrome is a word that forms a whole new word when you spell it backwards. For example, the word "stressed" spelled backwards is "desserts." Some people's first names are actually anadromes. There's the girl named Noel in honor of her father Leon, and the woman named Edna who adopted the name Ande. Speaking of names, know anybody whose occupation fits their name? Maybe a college administrator named Dean, or a breadmaker named Baker? Well, there's a name for that, too. It's called nominative determinism. Plus, a conversation about how hard it can be to gracefully end . . . a conversation. Also: a puzzle about famous names, Wellerisms, kaffedags and fika, a kissing game, moco, greissel, twacking and the plural of computer mouse. (Computer mice? Computer mouses? Computer meece?) Read full show notes, hear hundreds of free episodes, send your thoughts and questions, and learn more on the A Way with Words website: https://waywordradio.org/contact. Be a part of the show: call 1 (877) 929-9673 toll-free in the United States and Canada; worldwide, call or text/SMS +1 (619) 800-4443. Email words@waywordradio.org. Copyright Wayword, Inc., a 501(c)(3) corporation. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices