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Some days, family life feels more like chaos than connection, doesn’t it? There are dishes in the sink, sharp words we wish we could take back, kids who don’t always get along, and moments where we wonder, Is this really what a 'strong family' is supposed to look like? If you’ve ever felt that tension, this week’s episode of The Love Offering Podcast is especially for you. I’m talking with Jessica Smartt about her new book, Come On Home, and her message is such a relief: your family doesn’t have to be perfect to be strong. A strong family isn’t built on flawless behavior, matching outfits, or a constantly peaceful home. It’s formed in the ordinary, imperfect moments—apologies after arguments, prayers whispered in the hallway, small traditions that make your people feel seen and safe, and a steady love that says, “You belong here, no matter what.” If you’ve ever: Wished your home felt more like a haven than a battleground Wondered if it’s “too late” to change the culture of your family Carried guilt over what hasn’t gone the way you hoped Jessica’s words will encourage you. In our conversation, she shares: Thirteen foundational traits that help families grow strong in real life, not ideal life Honest stories from her own family and from other families with all kinds of backgrounds Practical ideas for building a connection between siblings and creating a home your kids want to come back to Hope for breaking unhealthy family patterns and offering your children a new legacy of faith and grace What I love most is Jessica’s reminder that God is at work in the middle of the mess. The disappointments, the conflicts, the things you wish you could redo—He can use all of it. Your faithfulness today, even in small ways, can ripple into future generations. Friend, it’s not too late.Not too late to start praying more intentionally for your family.Not too late to repair a strained relationship.Not too late to create rhythms that make your home gentle, welcoming, and full of grace. Your family doesn’t need you to be perfect—just present, prayerful, and willing to keep loving. I hope this episode feels like a warm, “me too,” and a gentle nudge to keep going. Cheering you on as you build a strong, grace-filled home, Rachael Connect with Jessica: https://jessicasmartt.com/ Read the Show Notes: https://rachaelkadams.com/writing/ Download Your Free Advent Devotional: https://rachaelkadams.com/free/ Support the Show: https://rachaelkadams.com/ Discover more Christian podcasts at lifeaudio.com and inquire about advertising opportunities at lifeaudio.com/contact-us.

I had to hsve still believed in magic to some degree, because in all of the applicable ways it made sense, I applied it— much with reverence and spirituality such is religion, all of my ritual occultation was indeed still based in the science of source, as to say that God itself was all the major diety I needed to call upon, in prayer and in this thought process. I was more in alignment with this definition of divinity than with any given science or religion, or rather an antithesis of either, because as it seemed the walls would draw in on one or another, I found myself and my God at the center of all things, both dark and light— encompassing both the greatness of what was as known, and also not— the words and words seeming to pour from me like another space in time was held inside myself and beyond what even I could have understood. I couldn't force my artwork, and even knowing that I was slipping between the cracks as far as deadlines were concerned I was wreaking havoc in another realm of artistic torture— knowing what I already had, but could not possibly forage or put out— my unplublished works a daunting reminder of what was about me, but was not known. Then again, as an artist, I wondered had I any purpose at all in being known, or was it just some kind of harsh injustice to my own talent that I would hide in the shadows while I presumed some other alias or moniker would take the spotlight, and especially so for some of my more controversial tones and pieces. Overall, I was devastated that these two years just as any other period in my life seemed just to be a fight against whatever the opposite of God was and my own absence from this light I with desperation called upon over and over— with the knowing well that in time and never my own that it did work, and that this magic and occult was a real substance, but never in the way that I might think or understand, and most certainly not under the guise of any rules of expectation. I was a flying saucer in the vast expanse of outer known time, and my own body was something like a waking memory of sliver for all that was and all I had done and could do in conciousness. In that aspect, I was not awake, and only dreaming in a way that was personified by my self in the physical realm where I seemed to be having some kind of shattered montage of a life awakened from a death sleep and into the afterlife of an only somewhat waking world— the twisted bodies surrounding none less than the half capacity I'd ever had to congulate an imaged world in my own fortune, and I was sure otherwise I was half braindead or some partial version of a somewhat paralyzed and seemingly unconscious drone of one world or another, my inner essence escaping for freedom and in the silent darkness screaming up to the gathered surface to please pull the plug— to let me pass on, and to go into the world of fortune; under the circumstances it appeared as if the darkness was always grasping at its chance to imprison even this of what was left, along the lines of gratitude I felt shattered but also honored; whatever I was had also kept itself tied to these words and these colorful arts as a hidden sign that there was a truth in this previous life that had went unsaid. And so magic it was as it pertained to God because I believed in both or as one as another or one in the same. I am, dog on a leash I am heart full of love I am all out of time I am all out of home I couldn't make any sense of what seemed to be some kind of telepathic connection with the host of the tonight show, which I kept at a safe enough and respectable distance, but perhaps maybe it was telemetry. Perhaps somehow my strange frequency was intercepting with a broadcast signal, or a radio tower, or perhaps it was the show itself— as I called it, the ghost of Johnny Carson. Overall I hadn't meant for it to happen, but it did seem to always kind of rather by accident happen— my strange dreams of all the people coming together for the 50th anniversary of Saturday night live, and though for some or whatever reason thinking it would stop, but it hadn't, and in fact rumbling thoughts of mark wahlberg and some of the other recent guests could not have been a coincidence, nor could have been what seemed at the time Robert Dinero or any of the others who had been blooming in my mind in the weeks leading up to the event and I couldn't have considered it any more after being unable to focus on anything besides what seemed to have been a protruding vein from the poor man's forehead, which for myself had made me promise not to look at all too closely— Then, here it was nearly a year later and I couldn't do anything but momentarily curse aloud and pause in the thought of not letting myself go north of where I was in my media calling; even in the modern world of horrid things one human being does to another, under no circumstances whatsoever could I continue l to belittle and downplay my own self respect, especially in the grips of something that felt like a more rising sense of urgency than ever— I hadn't had sex in year with anyone, and there were very few things I actually wanted. I was increasingly picky to my own demise, and increasingly delusional, and vulnarable in such a sense that anything I knew I wanted, I also knew to respect myself enough to stay far away from. Not so much the double edged sword was this than simply knowing better— the other hosts and almost all the world were safe— this was not. I kept it out of the news And out of my head For awhile now; I kept it out of the noose As far as my head is concerned But after awhile, when I started to smile It was thinking of you; Now more than ever I've got more than nothing to lose. I'm a straight jacket away from an Oscar And eight days from my triumph I called also the Ace of the Spades, The Club and the Diamond I'm tipping my hat to your making But playing for tips And paying for service I've got more than four words But the forward was barely a dollar. I'm rarely a savage, But also, your honor I give not a gasp but a grasping at petals And strings of a flower The rock to a kite And a wind in the forager, So much beyond what I know is unmasked In my country not home But a foreigner CHAOS It took me two times to find you out.. It's not my fault, I'm not the one. CHAOS And still, you saw what God I was. The god of Chaos, not my love. You are not my king! “Not my king” he says I— And yet am king; A king of kind; The king of thieves! And you, my grace? Caring verily fir your thanks And what if my remarks? The careless woman! And of swords. Adeiu. But still untied I gallop! (Turning) And yet I stay. To careless words. A triumph. Not to mark my time to dust As there to wait in forests wonder, Catching, maybe, as you were But still my tied to bark an order To what! Your making. My kind! And gathered. The wake to drift the call to forward, And coming in the mark I gathered Your ties be mind, And yet the waiting shadows foraged (And also in the art I bathe) Several other ballads pondered To mine ties, your art my word Your thought my song, And wind my fortune And so you are, then my kite! I am both what kite and wind you may; But what of stone and rock? [suddenly, in modern tongue] I'm glad you asked. CUT TO: CONAN O BRIEN wakes up suddenly in his pleated blue pajamas from what seems like a very deep sleep. CONAN Surfing? I think I will go surfing. He gets out of bed and stares out of the window at the sunrise; it is a picturesque Californian day. {Enter the multiverse} I guess any time I try to terminate my state of being, I am annihilated You're really right; this is a death curse You're really right, this is a death curse Any time I try to find my way out, I am exiled You're right, this is a time bomb You're right, I've got my eyes closed Are there any intimate conclusions? Are there any derelictions, or delusions? And redactions or delirium, any infinity? Any fear at all? I hear you now I all bleed blue I'm born to suffer Stuff the earplugs in a little deeper little longer, Then we all get caught in martyrdom Or someone else's story Ooh, you started it Not now, God! He was born and gone in such an instant That I bark to love him First as dog and then as servant Other Master is absolved and yet absorbent I get caught in my own foul ball I have missed for trains Just decided to cast you all out The demons wandered Just like they wanted The snake still slithered, The owl still called I was also cosmic once Just I just forgot I was never pardoned Oh who are I I smell howling. Hogties withered out ones, Wondered weathered swallows When I see Whether or not You tip your hat to my making— The ball rolls, The owl cries, The harp sings, The hare runs, The mark, my cause. I am your forager. Then, gripping in the wakes The calls that bantered Not here or owl, I Not dog or rabbit, No wake and no fortune You are to run Or lest be tortured You are our call No, for what They says have ceased and the harp has stung sound, Not one but two sour notes aching, And there I bartered with all but nothing that I had To love, the power Then angst in me mine soul and my ties, My ways were na'er seek but shattered also I lake in lessons and drift in oceans and drown in all our skies, azure and lavender, Creeping in the cape that is both overshadowed our, I Gripping in the ways seeks foreign to none and also listened in your foyer Waking not as ghosts but yet as haunted Here tith thee my tide and I bade farewell And fate he they to keep our half tide I am hiding in your wakes and in my foreign I am forgotten and also withered, gathered! I am decrcrepit and unloved kept secret I am as shamed and as unwell as all our sick and tired Poor and outside I am as outside as the grass and trees have slaughtered I am as ancient as before the oceans tide did bring, my kind did watch your light come for us out of darkness And into my shores of only oceans you not know, My thoughts be born into your shadows And my own making is your honor Whatever that means This Is creepy. You're right! Fly bird! Fly! Uh. Did you bring a bird with you into the office. Kind of Kind of? Yes or no? I think of him fondly I killed myself on his birthday he didn't even want me But luckily it's also Obama's Birthday, that is I was not hot enough To this day I want another body Aftermarket Parts With happy accidents {enter the multiverse} Kind of! What does that even mean! Bird, go away! It means “kind of!” He follows me everywhere. What! Thais ridiculous. It is. Ridiculous! See, I've got to figure this out, because it seems like, indirectly, sometimes the weird and random things going on in my head, are at least very partially Actually [nevermind] This makes whatever I'm supposed to do increasingly difficult, on the basis that [Ahem] SNL alumni that [uncontrollable fit of hysterical coughing] ago. I can't understand what I might have done to deserve this kind of torture— My own accidental muses have all been [birds, at some point or another], Untouchable, entirely separate other monsters, and I've often thought that perhaps this is my kind of purgatory; Because I fell so insensibly and head over heels in love before and was still rampantly tortured and undermined, I was unwilling to see myself in any sort of attainable situation, And so everything had become some sort of fantastical delusion— Or perhaps even a hope that I could at the very least Become something greater; in that understanding the factors that were determining the outcomes of these other peoples lives I for whatever reason seemed to be magnetized to, I could emulate myself into a situation where none of it any longer mattered. Still, it was some sort of strange fascination that anytime someone seemingly out of place appeared somewhere in my dreams or in my rampant and running thoughts, they just so happened to be hovering somewhere near this [concept], and while it seemed some sort of intriguing, it was also deeply troubling, and dangerous, and wore on my consciousness in ways I could not consider well at all, or forward thinking Discussing this sort of feelings would simply mean a diagnosis of some sort of delusions, but without the risk of doing that far, I could simply only attribute it to some sort of spiritual purpose, which at the very least in the safest way, was most probably one sided. I was just a troubled girl in a lot of pain, and somehow my brain was wrapping itself around a way to manage this constant sort of torture. Oh this is so much funnier with the [redactions] Agreed. It was different, maybe, not because it sounded different. It sounded the same, exactly. But the difference was, I was listening as a producer, and not as some girl that was in love with him. Or— thought she was. Now I didn't think anything much besides how well it would mash with any of my other favorite songs, by my other favorite artists— or how it was mixed just right and how some sounds hit in the head, and some in the top and how I knew how to do that, but I was kind of lazy. I thought about the glue that held everything together, which is what pissed me off about his music— sounds that didn't come apart and made entirely new sounds together from whatever they once were, because they were so meticulously plastered that way. This kind of engineering gave way to perfectly round spheres elsewhere, or perhaps even the kind of colors in other music but wasn't so much any one thing or another here. Perhaps the point was, that at the time, it was sort of abstract in a way that set a new norm. Now everyone sounded like him— besides him: who could say who he really was presently anyway, besides him, if even that— or the people around him; a constantly changing array of whatever's…things and persons I'd stopped being mad about ages ago. At least, sort of. I was still kind of mad, but more that I still just paled in comparison, and almost that I'd lost total interest, besides learning this: what I could apply to it now, knowing what I knew, but still might never possibly achieve, not at this point anymore because I couldn't..:but perhaps because I didn't want to. And it really was great— eight or ten or twelve Grammies great, but I was just kind of— not that. Not the way I used to be. Still, I gave myself the benefit of the doubt. [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] -Ū. Death of A Superstar DJ Copyright athe Complex Collective © 2025 All Rights Reserved.

I had to hsve still believed in magic to some degree, because in all of the applicable ways it made sense, I applied it— much with reverence and spirituality such is religion, all of my ritual occultation was indeed still based in the science of source, as to say that God itself was all the major diety I needed to call upon, in prayer and in this thought process. I was more in alignment with this definition of divinity than with any given science or religion, or rather an antithesis of either, because as it seemed the walls would draw in on one or another, I found myself and my God at the center of all things, both dark and light— encompassing both the greatness of what was as known, and also not— the words and words seeming to pour from me like another space in time was held inside myself and beyond what even I could have understood. I couldn't force my artwork, and even knowing that I was slipping between the cracks as far as deadlines were concerned I was wreaking havoc in another realm of artistic torture— knowing what I already had, but could not possibly forage or put out— my unplublished works a daunting reminder of what was about me, but was not known. Then again, as an artist, I wondered had I any purpose at all in being known, or was it just some kind of harsh injustice to my own talent that I would hide in the shadows while I presumed some other alias or moniker would take the spotlight, and especially so for some of my more controversial tones and pieces. Overall, I was devastated that these two years just as any other period in my life seemed just to be a fight against whatever the opposite of God was and my own absence from this light I with desperation called upon over and over— with the knowing well that in time and never my own that it did work, and that this magic and occult was a real substance, but never in the way that I might think or understand, and most certainly not under the guise of any rules of expectation. I was a flying saucer in the vast expanse of outer known time, and my own body was something like a waking memory of sliver for all that was and all I had done and could do in conciousness. In that aspect, I was not awake, and only dreaming in a way that was personified by my self in the physical realm where I seemed to be having some kind of shattered montage of a life awakened from a death sleep and into the afterlife of an only somewhat waking world— the twisted bodies surrounding none less than the half capacity I'd ever had to congulate an imaged world in my own fortune, and I was sure otherwise I was half braindead or some partial version of a somewhat paralyzed and seemingly unconscious drone of one world or another, my inner essence escaping for freedom and in the silent darkness screaming up to the gathered surface to please pull the plug— to let me pass on, and to go into the world of fortune; under the circumstances it appeared as if the darkness was always grasping at its chance to imprison even this of what was left, along the lines of gratitude I felt shattered but also honored; whatever I was had also kept itself tied to these words and these colorful arts as a hidden sign that there was a truth in this previous life that had went unsaid. And so magic it was as it pertained to God because I believed in both or as one as another or one in the same. I am, dog on a leash I am heart full of love I am all out of time I am all out of home I couldn't make any sense of what seemed to be some kind of telepathic connection with the host of the tonight show, which I kept at a safe enough and respectable distance, but perhaps maybe it was telemetry. Perhaps somehow my strange frequency was intercepting with a broadcast signal, or a radio tower, or perhaps it was the show itself— as I called it, the ghost of Johnny Carson. Overall I hadn't meant for it to happen, but it did seem to always kind of rather by accident happen— my strange dreams of all the people coming together for the 50th anniversary of Saturday night live, and though for some or whatever reason thinking it would stop, but it hadn't, and in fact rumbling thoughts of mark wahlberg and some of the other recent guests could not have been a coincidence, nor could have been what seemed at the time Robert Dinero or any of the others who had been blooming in my mind in the weeks leading up to the event and I couldn't have considered it any more after being unable to focus on anything besides what seemed to have been a protruding vein from the poor man's forehead, which for myself had made me promise not to look at all too closely— Then, here it was nearly a year later and I couldn't do anything but momentarily curse aloud and pause in the thought of not letting myself go north of where I was in my media calling; even in the modern world of horrid things one human being does to another, under no circumstances whatsoever could I continue l to belittle and downplay my own self respect, especially in the grips of something that felt like a more rising sense of urgency than ever— I hadn't had sex in year with anyone, and there were very few things I actually wanted. I was increasingly picky to my own demise, and increasingly delusional, and vulnarable in such a sense that anything I knew I wanted, I also knew to respect myself enough to stay far away from. Not so much the double edged sword was this than simply knowing better— the other hosts and almost all the world were safe— this was not. I kept it out of the news And out of my head For awhile now; I kept it out of the noose As far as my head is concerned But after awhile, when I started to smile It was thinking of you; Now more than ever I've got more than nothing to lose. I'm a straight jacket away from an Oscar And eight days from my triumph I called also the Ace of the Spades, The Club and the Diamond I'm tipping my hat to your making But playing for tips And paying for service I've got more than four words But the forward was barely a dollar. I'm rarely a savage, But also, your honor I give not a gasp but a grasping at petals And strings of a flower The rock to a kite And a wind in the forager, So much beyond what I know is unmasked In my country not home But a foreigner CHAOS It took me two times to find you out.. It's not my fault, I'm not the one. CHAOS And still, you saw what God I was. The god of Chaos, not my love. You are not my king! “Not my king” he says I— And yet am king; A king of kind; The king of thieves! And you, my grace? Caring verily fir your thanks And what if my remarks? The careless woman! And of swords. Adeiu. But still untied I gallop! (Turning) And yet I stay. To careless words. A triumph. Not to mark my time to dust As there to wait in forests wonder, Catching, maybe, as you were But still my tied to bark an order To what! Your making. My kind! And gathered. The wake to drift the call to forward, And coming in the mark I gathered Your ties be mind, And yet the waiting shadows foraged (And also in the art I bathe) Several other ballads pondered To mine ties, your art my word Your thought my song, And wind my fortune And so you are, then my kite! I am both what kite and wind you may; But what of stone and rock? [suddenly, in modern tongue] I'm glad you asked. CUT TO: CONAN O BRIEN wakes up suddenly in his pleated blue pajamas from what seems like a very deep sleep. CONAN Surfing? I think I will go surfing. He gets out of bed and stares out of the window at the sunrise; it is a picturesque Californian day. {Enter the multiverse} I guess any time I try to terminate my state of being, I am annihilated You're really right; this is a death curse You're really right, this is a death curse Any time I try to find my way out, I am exiled You're right, this is a time bomb You're right, I've got my eyes closed Are there any intimate conclusions? Are there any derelictions, or delusions? And redactions or delirium, any infinity? Any fear at all? I hear you now I all bleed blue I'm born to suffer Stuff the earplugs in a little deeper little longer, Then we all get caught in martyrdom Or someone else's story Ooh, you started it Not now, God! He was born and gone in such an instant That I bark to love him First as dog and then as servant Other Master is absolved and yet absorbent I get caught in my own foul ball I have missed for trains Just decided to cast you all out The demons wandered Just like they wanted The snake still slithered, The owl still called I was also cosmic once Just I just forgot I was never pardoned Oh who are I I smell howling. Hogties withered out ones, Wondered weathered swallows When I see Whether or not You tip your hat to my making— The ball rolls, The owl cries, The harp sings, The hare runs, The mark, my cause. I am your forager. Then, gripping in the wakes The calls that bantered Not here or owl, I Not dog or rabbit, No wake and no fortune You are to run Or lest be tortured You are our call No, for what They says have ceased and the harp has stung sound, Not one but two sour notes aching, And there I bartered with all but nothing that I had To love, the power Then angst in me mine soul and my ties, My ways were na'er seek but shattered also I lake in lessons and drift in oceans and drown in all our skies, azure and lavender, Creeping in the cape that is both overshadowed our, I Gripping in the ways seeks foreign to none and also listened in your foyer Waking not as ghosts but yet as haunted Here tith thee my tide and I bade farewell And fate he they to keep our half tide I am hiding in your wakes and in my foreign I am forgotten and also withered, gathered! I am decrcrepit and unloved kept secret I am as shamed and as unwell as all our sick and tired Poor and outside I am as outside as the grass and trees have slaughtered I am as ancient as before the oceans tide did bring, my kind did watch your light come for us out of darkness And into my shores of only oceans you not know, My thoughts be born into your shadows And my own making is your honor Whatever that means This Is creepy. You're right! Fly bird! Fly! Uh. Did you bring a bird with you into the office. Kind of Kind of? Yes or no? I think of him fondly I killed myself on his birthday he didn't even want me But luckily it's also Obama's Birthday, that is I was not hot enough To this day I want another body Aftermarket Parts With happy accidents {enter the multiverse} Kind of! What does that even mean! Bird, go away! It means “kind of!” He follows me everywhere. What! Thais ridiculous. It is. Ridiculous! See, I've got to figure this out, because it seems like, indirectly, sometimes the weird and random things going on in my head, are at least very partially Actually [nevermind] This makes whatever I'm supposed to do increasingly difficult, on the basis that [Ahem] SNL alumni that [uncontrollable fit of hysterical coughing] ago. I can't understand what I might have done to deserve this kind of torture— My own accidental muses have all been [birds, at some point or another], Untouchable, entirely separate other monsters, and I've often thought that perhaps this is my kind of purgatory; Because I fell so insensibly and head over heels in love before and was still rampantly tortured and undermined, I was unwilling to see myself in any sort of attainable situation, And so everything had become some sort of fantastical delusion— Or perhaps even a hope that I could at the very least Become something greater; in that understanding the factors that were determining the outcomes of these other peoples lives I for whatever reason seemed to be magnetized to, I could emulate myself into a situation where none of it any longer mattered. Still, it was some sort of strange fascination that anytime someone seemingly out of place appeared somewhere in my dreams or in my rampant and running thoughts, they just so happened to be hovering somewhere near this [concept], and while it seemed some sort of intriguing, it was also deeply troubling, and dangerous, and wore on my consciousness in ways I could not consider well at all, or forward thinking Discussing this sort of feelings would simply mean a diagnosis of some sort of delusions, but without the risk of doing that far, I could simply only attribute it to some sort of spiritual purpose, which at the very least in the safest way, was most probably one sided. I was just a troubled girl in a lot of pain, and somehow my brain was wrapping itself around a way to manage this constant sort of torture. Oh this is so much funnier with the [redactions] Agreed. It was different, maybe, not because it sounded different. It sounded the same, exactly. But the difference was, I was listening as a producer, and not as some girl that was in love with him. Or— thought she was. Now I didn't think anything much besides how well it would mash with any of my other favorite songs, by my other favorite artists— or how it was mixed just right and how some sounds hit in the head, and some in the top and how I knew how to do that, but I was kind of lazy. I thought about the glue that held everything together, which is what pissed me off about his music— sounds that didn't come apart and made entirely new sounds together from whatever they once were, because they were so meticulously plastered that way. This kind of engineering gave way to perfectly round spheres elsewhere, or perhaps even the kind of colors in other music but wasn't so much any one thing or another here. Perhaps the point was, that at the time, it was sort of abstract in a way that set a new norm. Now everyone sounded like him— besides him: who could say who he really was presently anyway, besides him, if even that— or the people around him; a constantly changing array of whatever's…things and persons I'd stopped being mad about ages ago. At least, sort of. I was still kind of mad, but more that I still just paled in comparison, and almost that I'd lost total interest, besides learning this: what I could apply to it now, knowing what I knew, but still might never possibly achieve, not at this point anymore because I couldn't..:but perhaps because I didn't want to. And it really was great— eight or ten or twelve Grammies great, but I was just kind of— not that. Not the way I used to be. Still, I gave myself the benefit of the doubt. [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] -Ū. Death of A Superstar DJ Copyright athe Complex Collective © 2025 All Rights Reserved.

I had to hsve still believed in magic to some degree, because in all of the applicable ways it made sense, I applied it— much with reverence and spirituality such is religion, all of my ritual occultation was indeed still based in the science of source, as to say that God itself was all the major diety I needed to call upon, in prayer and in this thought process. I was more in alignment with this definition of divinity than with any given science or religion, or rather an antithesis of either, because as it seemed the walls would draw in on one or another, I found myself and my God at the center of all things, both dark and light— encompassing both the greatness of what was as known, and also not— the words and words seeming to pour from me like another space in time was held inside myself and beyond what even I could have understood. I couldn't force my artwork, and even knowing that I was slipping between the cracks as far as deadlines were concerned I was wreaking havoc in another realm of artistic torture— knowing what I already had, but could not possibly forage or put out— my unplublished works a daunting reminder of what was about me, but was not known. Then again, as an artist, I wondered had I any purpose at all in being known, or was it just some kind of harsh injustice to my own talent that I would hide in the shadows while I presumed some other alias or moniker would take the spotlight, and especially so for some of my more controversial tones and pieces. Overall, I was devastated that these two years just as any other period in my life seemed just to be a fight against whatever the opposite of God was and my own absence from this light I with desperation called upon over and over— with the knowing well that in time and never my own that it did work, and that this magic and occult was a real substance, but never in the way that I might think or understand, and most certainly not under the guise of any rules of expectation. I was a flying saucer in the vast expanse of outer known time, and my own body was something like a waking memory of sliver for all that was and all I had done and could do in conciousness. In that aspect, I was not awake, and only dreaming in a way that was personified by my self in the physical realm where I seemed to be having some kind of shattered montage of a life awakened from a death sleep and into the afterlife of an only somewhat waking world— the twisted bodies surrounding none less than the half capacity I'd ever had to congulate an imaged world in my own fortune, and I was sure otherwise I was half braindead or some partial version of a somewhat paralyzed and seemingly unconscious drone of one world or another, my inner essence escaping for freedom and in the silent darkness screaming up to the gathered surface to please pull the plug— to let me pass on, and to go into the world of fortune; under the circumstances it appeared as if the darkness was always grasping at its chance to imprison even this of what was left, along the lines of gratitude I felt shattered but also honored; whatever I was had also kept itself tied to these words and these colorful arts as a hidden sign that there was a truth in this previous life that had went unsaid. And so magic it was as it pertained to God because I believed in both or as one as another or one in the same. I am, dog on a leash I am heart full of love I am all out of time I am all out of home I couldn't make any sense of what seemed to be some kind of telepathic connection with the host of the tonight show, which I kept at a safe enough and respectable distance, but perhaps maybe it was telemetry. Perhaps somehow my strange frequency was intercepting with a broadcast signal, or a radio tower, or perhaps it was the show itself— as I called it, the ghost of Johnny Carson. Overall I hadn't meant for it to happen, but it did seem to always kind of rather by accident happen— my strange dreams of all the people coming together for the 50th anniversary of Saturday night live, and though for some or whatever reason thinking it would stop, but it hadn't, and in fact rumbling thoughts of mark wahlberg and some of the other recent guests could not have been a coincidence, nor could have been what seemed at the time Robert Dinero or any of the others who had been blooming in my mind in the weeks leading up to the event and I couldn't have considered it any more after being unable to focus on anything besides what seemed to have been a protruding vein from the poor man's forehead, which for myself had made me promise not to look at all too closely— Then, here it was nearly a year later and I couldn't do anything but momentarily curse aloud and pause in the thought of not letting myself go north of where I was in my media calling; even in the modern world of horrid things one human being does to another, under no circumstances whatsoever could I continue l to belittle and downplay my own self respect, especially in the grips of something that felt like a more rising sense of urgency than ever— I hadn't had sex in year with anyone, and there were very few things I actually wanted. I was increasingly picky to my own demise, and increasingly delusional, and vulnarable in such a sense that anything I knew I wanted, I also knew to respect myself enough to stay far away from. Not so much the double edged sword was this than simply knowing better— the other hosts and almost all the world were safe— this was not. I kept it out of the news And out of my head For awhile now; I kept it out of the noose As far as my head is concerned But after awhile, when I started to smile It was thinking of you; Now more than ever I've got more than nothing to lose. I'm a straight jacket away from an Oscar And eight days from my triumph I called also the Ace of the Spades, The Club and the Diamond I'm tipping my hat to your making But playing for tips And paying for service I've got more than four words But the forward was barely a dollar. I'm rarely a savage, But also, your honor I give not a gasp but a grasping at petals And strings of a flower The rock to a kite And a wind in the forager, So much beyond what I know is unmasked In my country not home But a foreigner CHAOS It took me two times to find you out.. It's not my fault, I'm not the one. CHAOS And still, you saw what God I was. The god of Chaos, not my love. You are not my king! “Not my king” he says I— And yet am king; A king of kind; The king of thieves! And you, my grace? Caring verily fir your thanks And what if my remarks? The careless woman! And of swords. Adeiu. But still untied I gallop! (Turning) And yet I stay. To careless words. A triumph. Not to mark my time to dust As there to wait in forests wonder, Catching, maybe, as you were But still my tied to bark an order To what! Your making. My kind! And gathered. The wake to drift the call to forward, And coming in the mark I gathered Your ties be mind, And yet the waiting shadows foraged (And also in the art I bathe) Several other ballads pondered To mine ties, your art my word Your thought my song, And wind my fortune And so you are, then my kite! I am both what kite and wind you may; But what of stone and rock? [suddenly, in modern tongue] I'm glad you asked. CUT TO: CONAN O BRIEN wakes up suddenly in his pleated blue pajamas from what seems like a very deep sleep. CONAN Surfing? I think I will go surfing. He gets out of bed and stares out of the window at the sunrise; it is a picturesque Californian day. {Enter the multiverse} I guess any time I try to terminate my state of being, I am annihilated You're really right; this is a death curse You're really right, this is a death curse Any time I try to find my way out, I am exiled You're right, this is a time bomb You're right, I've got my eyes closed Are there any intimate conclusions? Are there any derelictions, or delusions? And redactions or delirium, any infinity? Any fear at all? I hear you now I all bleed blue I'm born to suffer Stuff the earplugs in a little deeper little longer, Then we all get caught in martyrdom Or someone else's story Ooh, you started it Not now, God! He was born and gone in such an instant That I bark to love him First as dog and then as servant Other Master is absolved and yet absorbent I get caught in my own foul ball I have missed for trains Just decided to cast you all out The demons wandered Just like they wanted The snake still slithered, The owl still called I was also cosmic once Just I just forgot I was never pardoned Oh who are I I smell howling. Hogties withered out ones, Wondered weathered swallows When I see Whether or not You tip your hat to my making— The ball rolls, The owl cries, The harp sings, The hare runs, The mark, my cause. I am your forager. Then, gripping in the wakes The calls that bantered Not here or owl, I Not dog or rabbit, No wake and no fortune You are to run Or lest be tortured You are our call No, for what They says have ceased and the harp has stung sound, Not one but two sour notes aching, And there I bartered with all but nothing that I had To love, the power Then angst in me mine soul and my ties, My ways were na'er seek but shattered also I lake in lessons and drift in oceans and drown in all our skies, azure and lavender, Creeping in the cape that is both overshadowed our, I Gripping in the ways seeks foreign to none and also listened in your foyer Waking not as ghosts but yet as haunted Here tith thee my tide and I bade farewell And fate he they to keep our half tide I am hiding in your wakes and in my foreign I am forgotten and also withered, gathered! I am decrcrepit and unloved kept secret I am as shamed and as unwell as all our sick and tired Poor and outside I am as outside as the grass and trees have slaughtered I am as ancient as before the oceans tide did bring, my kind did watch your light come for us out of darkness And into my shores of only oceans you not know, My thoughts be born into your shadows And my own making is your honor Whatever that means This Is creepy. You're right! Fly bird! Fly! Uh. Did you bring a bird with you into the office. Kind of Kind of? Yes or no? I think of him fondly I killed myself on his birthday he didn't even want me But luckily it's also Obama's Birthday, that is I was not hot enough To this day I want another body Aftermarket Parts With happy accidents {enter the multiverse} Kind of! What does that even mean! Bird, go away! It means “kind of!” He follows me everywhere. What! Thais ridiculous. It is. Ridiculous! See, I've got to figure this out, because it seems like, indirectly, sometimes the weird and random things going on in my head, are at least very partially Actually [nevermind] This makes whatever I'm supposed to do increasingly difficult, on the basis that [Ahem] SNL alumni that [uncontrollable fit of hysterical coughing] ago. I can't understand what I might have done to deserve this kind of torture— My own accidental muses have all been [birds, at some point or another], Untouchable, entirely separate other monsters, and I've often thought that perhaps this is my kind of purgatory; Because I fell so insensibly and head over heels in love before and was still rampantly tortured and undermined, I was unwilling to see myself in any sort of attainable situation, And so everything had become some sort of fantastical delusion— Or perhaps even a hope that I could at the very least Become something greater; in that understanding the factors that were determining the outcomes of these other peoples lives I for whatever reason seemed to be magnetized to, I could emulate myself into a situation where none of it any longer mattered. Still, it was some sort of strange fascination that anytime someone seemingly out of place appeared somewhere in my dreams or in my rampant and running thoughts, they just so happened to be hovering somewhere near this [concept], and while it seemed some sort of intriguing, it was also deeply troubling, and dangerous, and wore on my consciousness in ways I could not consider well at all, or forward thinking Discussing this sort of feelings would simply mean a diagnosis of some sort of delusions, but without the risk of doing that far, I could simply only attribute it to some sort of spiritual purpose, which at the very least in the safest way, was most probably one sided. I was just a troubled girl in a lot of pain, and somehow my brain was wrapping itself around a way to manage this constant sort of torture. Oh this is so much funnier with the [redactions] Agreed. It was different, maybe, not because it sounded different. It sounded the same, exactly. But the difference was, I was listening as a producer, and not as some girl that was in love with him. Or— thought she was. Now I didn't think anything much besides how well it would mash with any of my other favorite songs, by my other favorite artists— or how it was mixed just right and how some sounds hit in the head, and some in the top and how I knew how to do that, but I was kind of lazy. I thought about the glue that held everything together, which is what pissed me off about his music— sounds that didn't come apart and made entirely new sounds together from whatever they once were, because they were so meticulously plastered that way. This kind of engineering gave way to perfectly round spheres elsewhere, or perhaps even the kind of colors in other music but wasn't so much any one thing or another here. Perhaps the point was, that at the time, it was sort of abstract in a way that set a new norm. Now everyone sounded like him— besides him: who could say who he really was presently anyway, besides him, if even that— or the people around him; a constantly changing array of whatever's…things and persons I'd stopped being mad about ages ago. At least, sort of. I was still kind of mad, but more that I still just paled in comparison, and almost that I'd lost total interest, besides learning this: what I could apply to it now, knowing what I knew, but still might never possibly achieve, not at this point anymore because I couldn't..:but perhaps because I didn't want to. And it really was great— eight or ten or twelve Grammies great, but I was just kind of— not that. Not the way I used to be. Still, I gave myself the benefit of the doubt. [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] -Ū. Death of A Superstar DJ Copyright athe Complex Collective © 2025 All Rights Reserved.

The artist reserves all rights to intellectual property maintained and produced by any and all publications of this series and is thereby protected under any applicable copyright law and/or trademark. All fictionalizations of persons living or dead are meant to be perceived as characterized and/or fictional (fan-fiction) are for entertainment purposes only, and are not to be perceived as real re-enactments, dramatizations of events past or present, media dialogues or agendas, or factual exchanges pertaining to and surrounding real-life circumstances. The dialogues and entires expressed in this project are in no way liable for any action, expression, disagreements, entitlements held by the reader at his or her/ their own discretion. I guess any time I try to terminate my state of being, I am annihilated You're really right; this is a death curse You're really right, this is a death curse Any time I try to find my way out, I am exiled You're right, this is a time bomb You're right, I've got my eyes closed Are there any intimate conclusions? Are there any derelictions, or delusions? And redactions or delirium, any infinity? Any fear at all? I hear you now I all bleed blue I'm born to suffer Stuff the earplugs in a little deeper little longer, Then we all get caught in martyrdom Or someone else's story Ooh, you started it Not now, God! He was born and gone in such an instant That I bark to love him First as dog and then as servant Other Master is absolved and yet absorbent I get caught in my own foul ball I have missed for trains Just decided to cast you all out The demons wandered Just like they wanted The snake still slithered, The owl still called I was also cosmic once Just I just forgot I was never pardoned Oh who are I I smell howling. Hogties withered out ones, Wondered weathered swallows When I see Whether or not You tip your hat to my making— The ball rolls, The owl cries, The harp sings, The hare runs, The mark, my cause. I am your forager. Then, gripping in the wakes The calls that bantered Not here or owl, I Not dog or rabbit, No wake and no fortune You are to run Or lest be tortured You are our call No, for what They says have ceased and the harp has stung sound, Not one but two sour notes aching, And there I bartered with all but nothing that I had To love, the power Then angst in me mine soul and my ties, My ways were na'er seek but shattered also I lake in lessons and drift in oceans and drown in all our skies, azure and lavender, Creeping in the cape that is both overshadowed our, I Gripping in the ways seeks foreign to none and also listened in your foyer Waking not as ghosts but yet as haunted Here tith thee my tide and I bade farewell And fate he they to keep our half tide I am hiding in your wakes and in my foreign I am forgotten and also withered, gathered! I am decrcrepit and unloved kept secret I am as shamed and as unwell as all our sick and tired Poor and outside I am as outside as the grass and trees have slaughtered I am as ancient as before the oceans tide did bring, my kind did watch your light come for us out of darkness And into my shores of only oceans you not know, My thoughts be born into your shadows And my own making is your honor Whatever that means This Is creepy. You're right! Fly bird! Fly! Uh. Did you bring a bird with you into the office. Kind of Kind of? Yes or no? I think of him fondly I killed myself on his birthday he didn't even want me But luckily it's also Obama's Birthday, that is I was not hot enough To this day I want another body Aftermarket Parts With happy accidents {enter the multiverse} Kind of! What does that even mean! Bird, go away! It means “kind of!” He follows me everywhere. What! Thais ridiculous. It is. Ridiculous! [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © {Enter The Multiverse} Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025 All Rights Reserved

The artist reserves all rights to intellectual property maintained and produced by any and all publications of this series and is thereby protected under any applicable copyright law and/or trademark. All fictionalizations of persons living or dead are meant to be perceived as characterized and/or fictional (fan-fiction) are for entertainment purposes only, and are not to be perceived as real re-enactments, dramatizations of events past or present, media dialogues or agendas, or factual exchanges pertaining to and surrounding real-life circumstances. The dialogues and entires expressed in this project are in no way liable for any action, expression, disagreements, entitlements held by the reader at his or her/ their own discretion. I guess any time I try to terminate my state of being, I am annihilated You're really right; this is a death curse You're really right, this is a death curse Any time I try to find my way out, I am exiled You're right, this is a time bomb You're right, I've got my eyes closed Are there any intimate conclusions? Are there any derelictions, or delusions? And redactions or delirium, any infinity? Any fear at all? I hear you now I all bleed blue I'm born to suffer Stuff the earplugs in a little deeper little longer, Then we all get caught in martyrdom Or someone else's story Ooh, you started it Not now, God! He was born and gone in such an instant That I bark to love him First as dog and then as servant Other Master is absolved and yet absorbent I get caught in my own foul ball I have missed for trains Just decided to cast you all out The demons wandered Just like they wanted The snake still slithered, The owl still called I was also cosmic once Just I just forgot I was never pardoned Oh who are I I smell howling. Hogties withered out ones, Wondered weathered swallows When I see Whether or not You tip your hat to my making— The ball rolls, The owl cries, The harp sings, The hare runs, The mark, my cause. I am your forager. Then, gripping in the wakes The calls that bantered Not here or owl, I Not dog or rabbit, No wake and no fortune You are to run Or lest be tortured You are our call No, for what They says have ceased and the harp has stung sound, Not one but two sour notes aching, And there I bartered with all but nothing that I had To love, the power Then angst in me mine soul and my ties, My ways were na'er seek but shattered also I lake in lessons and drift in oceans and drown in all our skies, azure and lavender, Creeping in the cape that is both overshadowed our, I Gripping in the ways seeks foreign to none and also listened in your foyer Waking not as ghosts but yet as haunted Here tith thee my tide and I bade farewell And fate he they to keep our half tide I am hiding in your wakes and in my foreign I am forgotten and also withered, gathered! I am decrcrepit and unloved kept secret I am as shamed and as unwell as all our sick and tired Poor and outside I am as outside as the grass and trees have slaughtered I am as ancient as before the oceans tide did bring, my kind did watch your light come for us out of darkness And into my shores of only oceans you not know, My thoughts be born into your shadows And my own making is your honor Whatever that means This Is creepy. You're right! Fly bird! Fly! Uh. Did you bring a bird with you into the office. Kind of Kind of? Yes or no? I think of him fondly I killed myself on his birthday he didn't even want me But luckily it's also Obama's Birthday, that is I was not hot enough To this day I want another body Aftermarket Parts With happy accidents {enter the multiverse} Kind of! What does that even mean! Bird, go away! It means “kind of!” He follows me everywhere. What! Thais ridiculous. It is. Ridiculous! [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © {Enter The Multiverse} Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025 All Rights Reserved

The artist reserves all rights to intellectual property maintained and produced by any and all publications of this series and is thereby protected under any applicable copyright law and/or trademark. All fictionalizations of persons living or dead are meant to be perceived as characterized and/or fictional (fan-fiction) are for entertainment purposes only, and are not to be perceived as real re-enactments, dramatizations of events past or present, media dialogues or agendas, or factual exchanges pertaining to and surrounding real-life circumstances. The dialogues and entires expressed in this project are in no way liable for any action, expression, disagreements, entitlements held by the reader at his or her/ their own discretion. I guess any time I try to terminate my state of being, I am annihilated You're really right; this is a death curse You're really right, this is a death curse Any time I try to find my way out, I am exiled You're right, this is a time bomb You're right, I've got my eyes closed Are there any intimate conclusions? Are there any derelictions, or delusions? And redactions or delirium, any infinity? Any fear at all? I hear you now I all bleed blue I'm born to suffer Stuff the earplugs in a little deeper little longer, Then we all get caught in martyrdom Or someone else's story Ooh, you started it Not now, God! He was born and gone in such an instant That I bark to love him First as dog and then as servant Other Master is absolved and yet absorbent I get caught in my own foul ball I have missed for trains Just decided to cast you all out The demons wandered Just like they wanted The snake still slithered, The owl still called I was also cosmic once Just I just forgot I was never pardoned Oh who are I I smell howling. Hogties withered out ones, Wondered weathered swallows When I see Whether or not You tip your hat to my making— The ball rolls, The owl cries, The harp sings, The hare runs, The mark, my cause. I am your forager. Then, gripping in the wakes The calls that bantered Not here or owl, I Not dog or rabbit, No wake and no fortune You are to run Or lest be tortured You are our call No, for what They says have ceased and the harp has stung sound, Not one but two sour notes aching, And there I bartered with all but nothing that I had To love, the power Then angst in me mine soul and my ties, My ways were na'er seek but shattered also I lake in lessons and drift in oceans and drown in all our skies, azure and lavender, Creeping in the cape that is both overshadowed our, I Gripping in the ways seeks foreign to none and also listened in your foyer Waking not as ghosts but yet as haunted Here tith thee my tide and I bade farewell And fate he they to keep our half tide I am hiding in your wakes and in my foreign I am forgotten and also withered, gathered! I am decrcrepit and unloved kept secret I am as shamed and as unwell as all our sick and tired Poor and outside I am as outside as the grass and trees have slaughtered I am as ancient as before the oceans tide did bring, my kind did watch your light come for us out of darkness And into my shores of only oceans you not know, My thoughts be born into your shadows And my own making is your honor Whatever that means This Is creepy. You're right! Fly bird! Fly! Uh. Did you bring a bird with you into the office. Kind of Kind of? Yes or no? I think of him fondly I killed myself on his birthday he didn't even want me But luckily it's also Obama's Birthday, that is I was not hot enough To this day I want another body Aftermarket Parts With happy accidents {enter the multiverse} Kind of! What does that even mean! Bird, go away! It means “kind of!” He follows me everywhere. What! Thais ridiculous. It is. Ridiculous! [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © {Enter The Multiverse} Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025 All Rights Reserved

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Sadie and Christian are joined by Will and Abby Robertson to break down the real questions husbands have about their wives…but are way too scared to actually ask. Like, what does “I'm fine” really mean? And when you say, “I have nothing to wear,” while staring at a fully loaded closet—let's unpack that. How do women just instantly know the right thing to say? And when we're venting, are we genuinely asking for advice or do we just need someone to nod along and hand us a snack? And finally, do wives actually want to pick the restaurant, or do we low-key just want our husbands to take charge and choose already? https://drinklmnt.com/whoa — Get a free LMNT Sample Pack with any purchase! https://samaritanspurse.org/occ — Share God's love with a child in need this holiday season. Join Sadie in packing shoeboxes with gifts for Operation Christmas Child this year! https://sadiepens.com — Get 10% off my favorite supplies and journaling Bible when you use the code SADIE10 when checking out! Chapters: 00:00 Skincare 05:40 What does 'I'm fine' mean? 10:33 Nothing to wear? 15:37 Small irritations 20:23 Throw pillows on the bed 22:40 What does "getting ready" mean? 24:45 What's a fun part of life right now? 28:00 The most attractive thing 30:10 Women always know what to say? 35:05 Short fuse with the husband 46:01 When women vent, do they actually want advice? 49:20 Picking the restaurant - Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Hear the scientific proof of a connection to something larger than ourselves from the world's leading expert on the psychology of spirituality, Dr. Lisa Miller. Whether you're a skeptic or have a deeply held belief in a higher power, you'll walk away with a lot to think about. Dr. Lisa Miller, Columbia University professor and bestselling author of The Awakened Brain, shares that we're all facing a spiritual crisis linked to our current mental health epidemic. She explains 20+ years of neuroscience research proving that all humans are born with innate brain circuitry for spiritual connection. Ignoring this part of ourselves can lead to feelings of being lost, depression, addiction, loneliness, and poor decision-making. But when we activate our "awakened brain," everything changes.

Ever feel like your career is running you instead of the other way around? Or that you've outgrown the version of yourself that once fit neatly into your LinkedIn bio? Meet Marla Simlett - or as she's better known, Marvelous Marla - a woman who walked away from corporate HR, a pension, and predictability to chase something far scarier: joy. In this episode, Marla shares how she turned her midlife "What now?" into a full-on pivot - blending therapy, humor, and a whole lot of courage to create Laughter Intelligence™. We talk about learning to trust yourself (again), using laughter to crack open transformation, and why it's okay - no, necessary - to move at a snail's pace when you're rebuilding a life that actually fits. Because midlife isn't the end of the story. It's the plot twist. Take a listen if you've ever: Wondered if you're too old to start over (spoiler: you're not) Laughed your way through tears - or needed to Been told you're "lucky to have a stable job" but felt your soul shrinking anyway Wanted permission to be bold, scared, and snailing all at once This is your reminder that reinvention doesn't have an expiry date. And laughter? It might just be the best medicine after all - minus the side effects. About Marla: Marla Simlett is a speaker, emcee, and Registered Clinical Counsellor who helps people learn and laugh their way to becoming their greatest selves. She created Laughter Intelligence™, a framework that blends insight, humour, and heart to unlock trust, wellness, and lasting change. When she's not on stage, you'll find her biking around Vancouver, baking allergy-friendly treats, or treasure-hunting for thrifted finds.

In this heartfelt episode of The Circle of Hope, I sit down with the incredibly insightful Chuck Roundtree—sound facilitator, coach, and founder of The Love Affect. Our conversation dives straight into the magic of referrals, but not just as business transactions; Chuck reframes them as acts of love, gratitude, and energetic connection. We unpack stories of how meaningful introductions, like the one made by Reverend Veronica Valles, can catalyze powerful shifts in individuals and communities alike. Through personal anecdotes, Chuck reveals how his career evolved from a high-powered corporate executive in luxury beauty and fashion to a soulful guide facilitating sound baths and holistic healing.We also unravel the challenges of bridging the spiritual and corporate worlds, the “seesaw” of identity shifts, and the art of knowing when your unique medicine is the right fit—or when it's time to refer someone lovingly onward. If you've ever wondered how to truly differentiate your work, create community that nurtures, or how sound healing can help us reconnect to ourselves and each other, this episode is packed with wisdom, warmth, and practical inspiration.Watch This If:You're building a business or community based on authentic, heart-centered referrals.You're curious about sound healing, coaching, or alternative healing modalities.You find yourself straddling the line between “corporate” and “spiritual” in your work.You want to learn how to nurture, grow, and sustain soulful professional relationships.You're seeking new ways to support others (or yourself) through life's transitions.Quotes to Remember:“There is nothing more precious than somebody you've done work with who thinks so highly to engage people they know and love into that work.” — Chuck Roundtree“Referrals as an act of love—it makes perfect sense. That's an exchange, a gift I get to give.” — Valerie Hope“We are exclusive, limited-edition beings… you are not going to resonate with all things. The universe is always purpose-driven.” — Chuck Roundtree“What brings me joy and what I do? It's not about being all things to all people—it's about sharing what worked for me, with love at the center.” — Chuck RoundtreeWhat You'll Learn:The profound impact of referrals rooted in gratitude, trust, and authentic experience.How to identify when your unique talent is the right “medicine”—and when to gracefully refer someone elsewhere.What a sound bath is and how sound and energy healing modalities support personal transformation.Strategies for building community and collaborations anchored in heart-centered, unconditional love.How to navigate shifts in professional identity, and what it means to “live your medicine.”Why deep listening, intuition, and safety are essential in coaching and healing work.Contact Information:Guest: Chuck RoundtreeWebsite: http://www.theloveaffect.comBlog: https://www.theloveaffect.com/healing-journey-insight-blogsInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/betheloveaffect/LinkedIn: http://linkedin.com/in/chuckroundtreeFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/BeTheLoveAffect/Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC79Q_yAQogVbJoHYCDASQ4wTikTok: @betheloveaffectHost: Valerie HopeWebsite:https://www.valeriehope.comInstagram:https://www.instagram.com/valeriehope/LinkedIn:https://www.linkedin.com/in/valeriehope/Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/ValerieVHopeYoutube:https://www.youtube.com/@ConnecttoJoyProduction Support: Lucy Hope - Podcast Editing, Copy, and Publishing.#SoundHealing #HeartCenteredBusiness #CircleOfHope #SpiritualCoaching #CommunityBuilding

In this episode of The Illuminated Woman, we're exposing one of the most seductive lies in modern spirituality: the curated, beautiful, emotionally soothing version of feminine spirituality that looks sacred—but is rooted in self-made religion.Drawing deeply from Colossians 1–2, we'll walk through how rituals, divine feminine teachings, and aesthetic spirituality may have the appearance of wisdom, but lack the power to transform or save.You'll hear my personal story of reading Colossians for the first time while visiting Destin, Florida—exactly one year after God began pulling me out of the New Age. This powerful, Scripture-rich episode is a must-listen for Christian women who are waking up to the false light and craving true Biblical wisdom and freedom in Christ.

Curiosity got the best of 74-year-old Mohan Lal from Konchi, India. He faked his own death to find out who would attend his funeral and grieve him. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this week's episode of The Discomfort Zone, Anna dives into the power of accountability as a key mental agility skill — both on the river and in life. From her journey healing a herniated disc to returning to the water with strength and gratitude, Anna shares how holding herself accountable (even when it's hard) helped her rebuild courage, confidence, and consistency.

Medicare Advantage Minute:                                                                                              Nine Payers (Insurance Companies) Recently Fined by Various States Your Medicare Benefits 2025:                                                                                               Prosthetic Devices The Hey MOE (Medicare Open Enrollment) drug plan selection service is ready to pick out the best Part D drug plan available in your neck of the woods. The automated process is able to compare more variables than even the highly experienced Lazy Man team can do. Finally, we review an article suggesting that claim denials are increasing. The statistics show that most providers are burdened by a growing level of scrutiny and regulation which suggests that insurance companies are tightening the screws.  Contact me at: DBJ@MLMMailbag.com (Most severe critic: A+)                   Visit us on: BabyBoomer.ORG Inspired by: "MEDICARE FOR THE LAZY MAN 2025; SIMPLEST & EASIEST GUIDE EVER!" "MEDICARE DRUG PLANS: A SIMPLE D-I-Y GUIDE" "MEDICARE FOR THE LAZY MAN: BARE BONES!" For sale on Amazon.com. After enjoying the books, please consider returning to leave a short customer review to  help future readers. Official website: https://www.MedicareForTheLazyMan.com.

Neither have we, however she made people smell them on her show

My Art Tools is a new segment where I ask artists about their preferred materials, their instruments of choice, where and when they like to use them. Artists think with their hands. Following their gestures and learning about their techniques tells us a lot about following one's vision, about the pleasures of trusting an instinct, and the resilience it takes to work creatively.I ask artists a simple question. In an endearingly geeky manner, the answers reveal fantastic methods and unimaginable stories. A big plus: hilarious little incidents and big misadventures that lead to a breakthrough, or a new possibility. Oh, the question? “What tool do your swear by to make your art?”This focus brings to the surface the importance of things we don't mention, but also the mechanics of the mind, I'm told. The answers are… unexpected. You'll be as surprised as I was to see what Marina Roca Díe and Anouk Mercier chose as their weapon of choice, you know, the thing to make the stuff.What you get from this episode: Have you ever thought about the stuff art is made of? Wondered how artists make what you see in museums and galleries? How they train their hand, eye, body? Artmaking revelations, art techniques, lessons in resilience, art philosophies, ethical questions.→ ⁠SIGN UP TO THE EXHIBITIONISTAS FILES: ⁠⁠⁠https://joanaprneves.substack.com/s/exhibitionistas⁠⁠You'll know all about the artists, backstage information and much much more. All the references in the episode are linked there too. Plus, you get to explore all my published texts.→ For our third season, we're working with intern production assistants for the first time. Your donations will contribute to pay for their work: ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://exhibitionistaspodcast.com/support-us⁠⁠If you appreciate my work, why not buy me a coffee? It's a nice way to show your appreciation without having to commit to a membership: ⁠⁠⁠https://buymeacoffee.com/exhibitionista⁠⁠⁠For behind the scenes clips, links to the artists and guests we cover, and visuals of the exhibitions we discuss follow us on Instagram: @exhibitionistas_podcastBluesky: @exhibitionistas.bsky.socialexhibitionistaspod@gmail.com#contemporaryart #marinarocadie #howtomakeart #artexhibitions #anoukmercier #exhibitionistas #exhibitionistaspodcast #joanaprneves #artbook #artbookclub #bookclub #painting #contemporarypainting #londonart #museum #londonmuseum #artpodcast #artconversations #arttalk #talkart #greatwomenartists #spanishartist #drawing #museums #artisttalk #artpodcast #artgallery

All the partying and buying a sports car randomly is making him question some things + Kris Fade and Big Rossi get a warning to stop talking about their Ibiza trip + We have a local update for the iPhone 17See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dirt late model silly season is off and running with a move that I don't think is really surprising anyone. That today, plus we'll get you ready for a busy weekend slate of action.

The Victorians called it ‘pernicious vomiting of pregnancy', but modern medicine has offered no end to the torture of hyperemesis gravidarum – until now. By Abi Stephenson. Read by Nicolette Chin. Help support our independent journalism at theguardian.com/longreadpod

Sermon preached by Rev. Mary Bowman on August 31, 2025, at First Presbyterian Church of Charlotte. The scripture for this sermon is 1 Samuel 16:1-13. This sermon is part of the series, I've Always Wondered - Kids' Questions of Faith

Sermon preached by Rev. Pen Peery on August 24, 2025, at First Presbyterian Church of Charlotte. The scripture for this sermon is Job 38 (various), 42:1-6. This sermon is part of the series, I've Always Wondered - Kids' Questions of Faith.

Have you ever been called narrow-minded for believing that Christianity is the only true faith? Wondered if there's any way to know which worldview is true? In this episode of the Binmin Popscast, Dr. Bob Martin ("Pops") addresses some of the most common criticisms against Christianity. Learn how to respond with grace and confidence and discover why Christianity stands alone as the one true and life-giving worldview.SUBSCRIBE to our channel / @binmin_orgJOIN the NEWSLETTER at https://binmin.org/newsletter/SUPPORT Binmin with a tax-deductible gift HERE - https://binmin.org/donate0:00 - INTRO 1:08 - "CHRISTIANITY IS INTOLERANT AND NARROW-MINDED BECAUSE IT EXCLUDES ALL OTHER WORLDVIEWS"1:20 - ALL WORLDVIEWS ARE EXCLUSIVE1:30 - TRUTH IS EXCLUSIVE2:01 - NOT ALL ROADS LEAD TO GOD, BUT ONE ROAD IS OPEN TO EVERYONE2:14 - "THERE IS NO WAY TO DETERMINE WHICH WORLDVIEW IS TRUE"2:31 - THE ONE TRUE WORLDVIEW WILL BE:1: Comprehensive2: Non-contradictory3: Empirically Viable4: Existentially Livable 3:20 - "CHRISTIANS BELIEVE ALL OTHER RELIGIONS ARE COMPLETELY FALSE"3:40 - OTHER WORLVIEWS CAN HAVE ELEMENTS OF TRUTH, BUT ONLY CHRISTIANS HAVE THE WHOLE TRUTH3:49 - "THE CHRISTIAN GOD DOESN'T LOVE UNBELIEVERS"John 3:16 4:22 - "THE BIBLE CANNOT BE TRUSTED"4:37 - THE BIBLE'S AMAZING HARMONY4:58 - THE BIBLE HAS UNPARALLELED MANUSCRIPT EVIDENCE5:16 - THE NEW TESTAMENT AUTHOR'S RELIABILITY5:29 - ARCHEOLOGICAL FINDS5:44 - CALL TO ACTIONJOIN the⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ NEWSLETTER⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. SUPPORT Binmin with a tax-deductible gift⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ HERE⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠CONNECT WITH BINMIN: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠TikTok⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Facebook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Linkedin⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Binmin.org⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Questions?: info@binmin.orgPODCAST RESOURCES: More from Binmin:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Binmin.org⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Subscribe on Apple Podcasts⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Follow on Spotify⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Subscribe on YouTube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠LEAVE A REVIEW on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Apple podcasts⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ 

Sermon preached by Rev. Pen Peery on August 17, 2025, at First Presbyterian Church of Charlotte. The scripture for this sermon is Genesis 4:1-16. This sermon is part of the series, I've Always Wondered - Kids' Questions of Faith.

Meet Pam Frola, who lives in a modern home, in a modern city, but who prefers to do things the “old-fashioned” way - growing her own ingredients for food, medicines, and cleaning products, and even spinning and weaving her own cloth to make her own all-natural clothing.     #unroutineinspiration

Key Takeaways⁠Tammie helps women heal past relationship trauma through soul contract mapping, an energetic modality to visualise and release energetic cords between people⁠⁠Her spiritual awakening began with past life regression therapy, which provided clarity and transformation in her life⁠⁠Tammie emphasises the importance of living authentically, setting boundaries, and choosing oneself to find joy and purpose⁠ ⁠Beth and Tammie agree that energy healing can be effective online, as "energy doesn't lie" regardless of physical proximity⁠To learn more about Tammie Vecchiarelli, click the website link below:https://linktr.ee/aurorarelationshiphealingLoved this episode?Don't forget to rate and subscribe to get all the latest episodes uploaded weekly*****************************************************************❤️ Let's connect Start Your JOY Journey with my FREE gift to you: https://bit.ly/yourpassionistajourneystartshereDive deeper in one of my Passionista Programs: https://blissful-transformation.com/passionista-programs/Follow me:Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thebethtaylor_/Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/thebethtaylor13YouTube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/@thepassionatepioneerpodcastCOPYRIGHT APPLIES TO BETH TAYLOR @BLISSFUL-TRANSFORMATION.COM **********************************************************#thepassionatepioneer #passionmeetspurpose #motivating #inspiring #podcastforwomen #podcast #pioneer #motivation #inspiring #midlife #nextsteps #breakfreeofthematrix #breakfree #intuition #joy #fulfilledlife #spirituality #choices LEGAL DISCLAIMER:The views and opinions expressed by the guests on this show are their own and do not necessarily reflect those of The Passionate Pioneer or Beth Taylor. This platform serves as a safe space for women to share their spiritual, personal, business and life experiences, authentically, and without judgement. The viewer is responsible for their own life and decisions.

Adam Koehler is an entrepreneur from the Cincinnati area (specifically Price Hill) who is more than upset with what is going on in his home city of late. He joined Tony Mazur on the Check Your Brain podcast to blast city leaders and their backwards and divisive mindset. Of course, they addressed the continued fallout from the brawl in downtown Cincinnati that occurred two weekends ago, from the DEI police chief to councilmembers believing the white family deserved to get beaten.   Be sure to subscribe to Tony's Patreon. $3 gets you just audio, $5 gets video AND audio, and $10 has all of the above, as well as bonus podcasts per week. Visit Patreon.com/TonyMazur. Tony is also on Rumble! Go find his video podcasts over there for free.   Cover art for the Check Your Brain podcast is by Eric C. Fischer. If you need terrific graphic design work done, contact Eric at illstr8r@gmail.com.

What if the love, connection, and emotional healing you're healing you're wanting isn't just about how much you give… but about how open you are to truly receive?  Have you ever found it difficult to receive love, support, or even compliments while giving endlessly to others? Or maybe you've been doing “everything right” on your healing journey, but still feel emotionally stuck or energetically disconnected. In this heart-opening episode, Brandy explores the beautiful (and often overlooked) role of gracious receiving and thoughtful reciprocity—and how these subtle energies can profoundly shift your relationships, your joy, and your capacity to heal. Whether you've been struggling with emotional blocks to healing, feeling unappreciated in one-sided relationships, or simply sensing that something's missing despite your spiritual work… this episode is here to help you reconnect with the flow of love. You'll learn: Why learning to receive with grace is a key part of healing emotionally and energetically How subconscious resistance to receiving can block love, support, and abundance What it really means to create a “love fest”—a heart-centered flow of giving and receiving that uplifts everyone involved How to release guilt or spiritual misconceptions around accepting help, kindness, and joy If you've ever: Given so much that you felt depleted Struggled to accept love, support, or appreciation Wondered why emotional healing still feels out of reach …then this episode is for you. You might be gently surprised by how deeply this episode touches your heart. When love flows freely (both in giving and receiving) it becomes a beautiful force for healing, connection, and transformation in every area of your life. Are you open to receive it?   IMPORTANT NOTE: We understand that some may believe mind-body healing is impossible. Therefore, if you would like to see images of individuals using their minds to relieve pain, you can check out this medical journal. It includes images from some of Brandy's case studies. If you want to learn how to use your mind to heal yourself, you can check out the training on Brandy's website. Each week, Brandy publishes a volunteer episode where she coaches a volunteer to heal themselves using their own mind. In addition, Brandy shares a quick IQ episode (Insights and Questions) where she answers listener questions or delves deeper into insights on working with the mind for healing. Additional links and resources: Click here to begin "Finding the GIFT in Self-Healing™" https://brandygillmore.com/healing Join the FREE Breakthrough 90-Minute "GIFT Mind-Body Healing™ Masterclass" Training: https://brandygillmore.com/gift-mind-body-healing-masterclass The GIFT Method™ Online Video Series: Heal Yourself. Change Your Life. https://brandygillmore.com/gift-method-healing Website: https://brandygillmore.com TEDx Talk: https://brandygillmore.com/tedx Social Media and Additional: Facebook: https://facebook.com/brandy.gillmore/ IG: https://www.instagram.com/brandygillmore/ X ~ (Twitter): https://twitter.com/BrandyGillmore Additional classes and services: Heal & Transform Your Self-Love and Relationships with GIFT Alternative Therapy and Mind-Reprogramming (GIFT ATMR)™:  https://brandygillmore.com/gift-atmr Gillmore Internal Freedom Technique (GIFT)® : https://brandygillmore.com/gillmore-internal-freedom-technique/ Additional Courses: https://brandygillmore.com/courses-workshops VIP Monthly Coaching https://brandygillmore.com/vip-coaching/ Please remember that genuine change and follow through are key for self-healing results. If you struggle with negative thoughts or have a chronic health issue or chronic pain, please do not avoid seeing your doctor. Instead, your goal with self-healing should be to continue to see your doctor as recommended and blow their mind with what you are capable of with your mind and with the power of mind-body healing. Please enjoy this self-healing podcast. Topics:  Brandy Gillmore, Brandy Gillmore podcast, Brandy Gillmore healing, Brandy Gillmore mind body healing, receiving with grace, how to receive love, emotional blocks to healing, one-sided relationships, energy of receiving, healing through receiving, reciprocity in relationships, spiritual meaning of receiving, how to receive support, allowing love in, energetic imbalance in relationships, how to accept love and support, heart-centered healing, love fest meaning, giving and receiving energy, resistance to receiving, subconscious blocks to healing, self-worth and receiving, receiving as healing, flow of love and connection, energy healing podcast, emotional healing tools, subconscious healing, mind-body-spirit podcast

What if your pain or illness wasn't just physical—but a hidden emotional sabotage pattern quietly running in the background… even sabotaging your life? Have you ever felt stuck in the spiral of illness, wondering why healing just isn't happening? In this powerful and heartfelt mind-body healing session, Brandy works with Fran, a brilliant and self-aware woman whose unexplained symptoms turned her life upside down. Despite countless medical tests, nothing could explain her condition—or heal her body.  However, as the session unfolds, deep emotional triggers and subconscious belief patterns come to light—revealing how unresolved emotions and disconnection can physically manifest as illness or pain. Whether you're dealing with chronic health issues, stuck in a healing plateau, or simply curious about the deeper root of physical symptoms, this episode will shift your perspective in a profound way. You'll learn: How emotional triggers and past patterns can sabotage healing Why subconscious beliefs can keep symptoms stuck in place If you've ever: Felt unsupported during illness Struggled with emotional or physical symptoms that don't make sense Wondered why healing isn't happening (even when you're doing “everything right”) …then this episode will open your eyes. Pain and illness are the messengers. The real question is—what are they trying to tell you? IMPORTANT NOTE: We understand that some may believe mind-body healing is impossible. Therefore, if you would like to see images of individuals using their minds to relieve pain, you can check out this medical journal. It includes images from some of Brandy's case studies. If you want to learn how to use your mind to heal yourself, you can check out the training on Brandy's website. Each week, Brandy publishes a volunteer episode where she coaches a volunteer to heal themselves using their own mind. In addition, Brandy shares a quick IQ episode (Insights and Questions) where she answers listener questions or delves deeper into insights on working with the mind for healing. Additional links and resources: Click here to begin "Finding the GIFT in Self-Healing™" https://brandygillmore.com/healing Join the FREE Breakthrough 90-Minute "GIFT Mind-Body Healing™ Masterclass" Training: https://brandygillmore.com/gift-mind-body-healing-masterclass The GIFT Method™ Online Video Series: Heal Yourself. Change Your Life. https://brandygillmore.com/gift-method-healing Website: https://brandygillmore.com TEDx Talk: https://brandygillmore.com/tedx Social Media and Additional: Facebook: https://facebook.com/brandy.gillmore/ IG: https://www.instagram.com/brandygillmore/ X ~ (Twitter): https://twitter.com/BrandyGillmore Additional classes and services: Heal & Transform Your Self-Love and Relationships with GIFT Alternative Therapy and Mind-Reprogramming (GIFT ATMR)™:  https://brandygillmore.com/gift-atmr Gillmore Internal Freedom Technique (GIFT)® : https://brandygillmore.com/gillmore-internal-freedom-technique/ Additional Courses: https://brandygillmore.com/courses-workshops VIP Monthly Coaching https://brandygillmore.com/vip-coaching/ Please remember that genuine change and follow through are key for self-healing results. If you struggle with negative thoughts or have a chronic health issue or chronic pain, please do not avoid seeing your doctor. Instead, your goal with self-healing should be to continue to see your doctor as recommended and blow their mind with what you are capable of with your mind and with the power of mind-body healing. Please enjoy this self-healing podcast. Topics covered: healing, self-healing, energy healing, mind-body healing, emotional healing, natural healing, heal yourself, chronic illness recovery, multiple health issues, energy blocks, emotional blocks, inner transformation, holistic healing, deep healing, self-healing journey, wellness transformation, activate healing power, release emotional patterns, body-mind connection, true healing, spiritual healing, Brandy Gillmore, chronic pain relief, natural health, healing journey, Mind-body connection, Emotional messages in illness, Subconscious programming, Resistance to change, Emotional loneliness, Cultural disconnection, Relationship strain, Feeling unsupported, Negative spiral from illness, Deserving love through illness, Patterns of abandonment, Emotional suppression, Love and illness association, Rewiring beliefs, Lack of emotional support, Expecting love through suffering, Connecting through celebration and joy, Relationship dynamics, Empathy and emotional understanding, Emotional ownership, Subconscious resistance, Cultural longing and homesickness, Conscious choice to heal, Self-awareness and transformation, Releasing anger and upset, Creating positive connection, Healing through mindset change, Reprogramming the mind, Support without sickness, Communication of needs, Conscious relationship repair, Celebrating healthy connection  

After a busy spring for the City Council, which included items like the Comprehensive Plan and Strategic Plan, the Ice Arena Project, the Water Treatment Plant, and the start of the discussion regarding the 1% for the Arts. All of these major projects and ordinances raise the question: how exactly does the City Council and […]

 After a busy spring for the City Council, which included items like the Comprehensive Plan and Strategic Plan, the Ice Arena Project, the Water Treatment Plant, and the start of the discussion regarding the 1% for the Arts. All of these major projects and ordinances raise the question: how exactly does the City Council and Government work? Mayor Erica Zweifel stated that Northfield chose a unique layout for its government.  To answer some of these questions, KYMN's Maya Betti talks with Northfield Mayor Erica Zweifel about the roles of the mayor and city council members, the process of proposing a project or ordinance, and other aspects of city government.  

You love your friends. You've grown up together, lived through milestones, and shared so many memories. But now they're raising kids, and you're navigating life after infertility. You're the only one in the group chat without a child, and suddenly, the conversations feel distant. Do you go and feel left out? Or do you stay home and feel even more alone? In this episode of The "So Now What?" Podcast, Lana shares the story of reuniting with three of her closest college friends (all moms) and what it now feels like to show up to these friendships as a proud, childless woman. Years ago, she would have dodged the invitation. But now? She's looking forward to it—and she shares exactly how that shift became possible. If you've ever: Avoided girls' weekends or coffee dates because you're childless after infertility Sat through motherhood conversations feeling invisible or irrelevant Wondered if your friendships could survive your childlessness ...this episode will help you imagine what's possible when you no longer feel like the outsider.

In this week’s edition of Something I Have Always Wondered About, Logan talks with two members of the Friends of Downtown, President Josh Zimmerman and Christopher Tassava. They talk about the organization’s history starting as the Downtown Development Cooperation, the accreditation as a Mainstreet America organization, and what events, grants, and programs they help lead […]

 In this week's edition of Something I Have Always Wondered About, Logan talks with two members of the Friends of Downtown, President Josh Zimmerman and Christopher Tassava. They talk about the organization's history starting as the Downtown Development Cooperation, the accreditation as a Mainstreet America organization, and what events, grants, and programs they help lead for downtown. 

Meet Blair, a typical tween who has already chosen and is preparing for an atypical career: she's training to join the circus.     #unroutineinspiration

Meet Jane, who has spent more than 20 years in hospital settings working with children and their loved ones in a role many may not be familiar with: that of a Child Life Specialist.     #unroutineinspiration

Do you want to be wealthy… but subconsciously repel money without realizing it?

If you've tried everything to control your food, and still feel stuck... this is for you.Nicole Lilly is one of the courageous few who was willing to do something radically different. After a lifetime of struggling with her food and her body, Nicole joined Mastering Mindfulness™ to go deeper than doing another diet program. And it changed everything. Nicole opens up about her journey from feeling hopeless and stuck in cycles of dieting and losing control with food to discovering her own inner power and how to finally feel at home in her own body. We talk about:Why trying to control your eating never creates real freedom, and what actually doesHow to stop using food to cope with every emotion, whether it's stress, loneliness, or even joyWhat it feels like to go from living in your head to feeling safe and at home in your bodyHow to move from sabotaging yourself to stepping into self leadershipSimple practices you can start using right now to build more trust and compassion with yourself00:00 Introduction: A Rocky Relationship with Body and Food00:22 Welcoming Nicole Lilly: A Journey of Inner Work01:06 Nicole's Transformation: From Hopelessness to Self-Discovery03:48 The Turning Point: Embracing Meditation and Mindfulness06:08 Discovering Self-Love and Trust17:17 The Power of Self-Leadership and Discipline23:28 Inner Child Work and Breath Work: Tools for Healing26:27 Activating Breath Work27:34 Connecting Breath to Emotions28:17 The Power of Breath Control28:45 Personal Breath Work Experiences30:31 Body Awareness and Emotional Connection31:46 Using the Body as a Compass32:58 Recognizing Contraction and Expansion36:29 Re-Parenting and Self-Compassion38:30 Practices for Self-Connection39:35 Building Self-Trust and Community45:29 Final Thoughts and ReflectionsIf you've ever:✨ Felt like you know what to do but just can't make yourself do it✨ Woken up vowing to “be good,” only to end the day feeling like you failed again✨ Wondered whether it's possible to love yourself without losing your motivationThis conversation will open the door to healing your relationship with your food and body with greater trust, love, and connection, that you get to keep forever. Connect with Nicole on Instagram:   / deeplydevotedlilly  https://linktr.ee/deeplydevotedlillyConnect with Gina on Instagram:   / gina.worful  FREE training: Reclaiming Your Power with Food: https://masteringmindfulness.instituteApply to Mastering Mindfulness: https://masteringmindfulness.institut...

Hey friend—this week's episode is such a treat! I'm sitting down with the brilliant and bold Chantal Miyagishima from Knitatude, and we're talking all about her journey from beginner knitter to full-time knitwear designer, author, and creative business owner.   ✨ If you've ever dreamed of starting a knitting biz… ✨ Wondered what goes into designing beginner-friendly patterns that actually fit… ✨ Or just need a dose of encouragement to carve out time for creativity—you'll love this one.   We also chat about:

Be honest: Are you chasing the image of a student of knowledge more than actually becoming one? You post a book cover, tag a scholar's quote, and share clips from your latest class. But do you really know what it means to seek knowledge? In this two-hour lecture, Ustadh Abdulrahman Hassan reminds us that seeking Islamic knowledge isn't a trend—it's a trust. A responsibility. A path that can either raise you or destroy you. Allah didn't just create us to worship Him, but to know Him. And true worship begins with knowledge. Not surface-level information, but deep, sincere understanding that's acted upon. If you've ever: - Shared something beneficial but haven't lived it - Wondered why scholars are slow to speak - Wanted to study but got caught up in the aesthetics - Felt distant from sincerity in your seeking... …this lecture brings you back to what matters. Grounded in the Qur'an, the legacy of the scholars, and the warnings of the Prophet ﷺ—this is a chance to pause, reflect, and realign your path. A must-watch for every serious student—and anyone who truly wants to be one. Sign up now to AMAU Academy: https://www.amauacademy.com/ AMAU Academy: https://www.amauacademy.com/ AMAU Junior: https://amaujunior.com/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/amauofficial/ Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/AMAU Telegram: https://t.me/amauofficial YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/c/AMAUofficial Twitter: https://twitter.com/AMAUofficial iTunes: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/al-madrasatu-al-umariyyah/id1524526782 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/08NJC1pIA0maaF6aKqZL4N Get in Touch: https://amau.org/getintouch BarakAllahu feekum. #AMAU #islamicknowledge #seekingknowledge #islamiclectures #islamicmotivation

Beauty. Justice. Identity. Love. Stories. Nature. Hope. These things intrigue us, move us and prompt us to ask big questions. Could there be clues in our deepest desires that point to life’s meaning? Andy Bannister invites you on an immersive tour through the issues that matter. If you have looked at a landscape and contemplated why we are drawn to beauty; or wondered why we are so insatiably curious about our universe, or even for those who have simply looked up at a million stars in the vast night’s sky and just wondered. Andy has drawn some keen observations from people with backgrounds in science, law, linguistics, theology, bioethics, history, and more, to reflect on how their questions have, in some cases, unexpectedly led them to a compelling Christian spirituality and a profound sense of meaning and purpose in life.Become a Parshall Partner: http://moodyradio.org/donateto/inthemarket/partnersSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

We talk a lot about strategy in construction. Planning, systems, flow, accountability—great stuff. But what if none of it works unless you confront one brutal truth?

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Have you ever longed for a different relationship with the Bible? Wondered if you actually need to read the whole Bible? Felt stuck in Leviticus or a long list of names? This episode is for you! Join Ruth and her pastor husband, Troy, for a conversation about how to read your Bible, where to start, and how the Old Testament and New Testament are connected. Don't miss this episode and Ruth & Troy's encouragement! Resources MentionedM'Cheyne Reading Plan on ESV Bible appThe Bible RecapThe Bible Project