<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255364499541342892</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:45:07.518-07:00</updated><category term='the Egg'/><category term='Re-incarnation of a cat'/><category term='Soft Voices'/><category term='One giant step for humanity; one nano-step for farm animals'/><category term='A Valentine Wish for Mother Earth and Her Children'/><category term='Chicken or'/><category term='Living in a factory farm'/><category term='Embracing the All-Embracing Divine Feminine'/><category term='shouting bodies'/><category term='or do we need to think so to feel superior?'/><category term='Yet another thing we can learn from non-human animals.'/><category term='RECOGNITION is All We Need'/><category term='Wisdom in Innocence'/><category term='Like pet guardian'/><category term='Thinking too much.'/><category term='Unnatural behavior &apos;normal&apos; in humans'/><category term='So much to explore in a heartbeat.'/><category term='The  forever evolving kitty .'/><category term='Pro-Life...Pro-Death'/><category term='Pets have their priorites in order'/><category term='Do dogs really beg'/><category term='Vote YES on Proposition 2'/><category term='Canine sugar junkies'/><category term='Mathew Scully&apos;s cruelty to himself'/><category term='Animal Communication / Horse Whispering'/><category term='Obama shows his true color and it isn&apos;t black.'/><category term='like pet.'/><category term='HSUS&apos; humane treatment of Michael Vick'/><category term='Our questionable &apos;Human Spirit&apos;'/><category term='breaking free to freedom'/><category term='No More &apos;Suicide Bombers&apos; in the White House'/><category term='Three Birds on a wire.'/><title type='text'>Pet Psychic / Animal Communicator/Animal Welfare Activist</title><subtitle type='html'>Animal Communicator/Pet Psychic, Jane Broccolo, opens up a diaglog between you and your pets through animal communication.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jane Broccolo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255364499541342892.post-401170638854826403</id><published>2010-08-26T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T16:11:55.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our questionable &apos;Human Spirit&apos;'/><title type='text'>Human Spirit?</title><content type='html'>A friend was telling me how great he thinks the human spirit is in reference to&lt;br /&gt;the aftermath of the earthquake in Haiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how amazed people are when they see how people, after suffering&lt;br /&gt;horrific trauma, eventually feel reborn - empowered - with the help of millions&lt;br /&gt;of their own species supporting and nourishing them emotionally, physically,&lt;br /&gt;and psychologically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omnipresent  Beauty is a force of nature, and must naturally surface from the&lt;br /&gt;depths of despair on the backs of those humans forced to dive deep enough to&lt;br /&gt;find it, whether or not human aid is available to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human animals are the only species who, in time, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;discover&lt;/span&gt; this pervading source&lt;br /&gt;of enrichment because humans are the only species who somewhere along life's&lt;br /&gt;timeline, were dumb enough to lose our connection to it in favor of our highly&lt;br /&gt;self-esteemed egos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All one need do is take our self-centered eyes off our own species for a moment&lt;br /&gt;to praise, instead, for example, the baby elephant orphan who naturally accesses&lt;br /&gt;within himself the strength to persevere through the aftershock of witnessing his&lt;br /&gt;mom and whole family brutally slashed and slaughtered right before his eyes; right&lt;br /&gt;before he is snatched up from his magnificent wild home, snuffed into a steel cage,&lt;br /&gt;isolated in the deafening noise of a rumbling jet plane for endless hours,&lt;br /&gt;and finally crammed into a zoo or circus prison - forever cutoff from any hope&lt;br /&gt;of recovering his natural life...rendered on the sacrificial alter of the 'human spirit'&lt;br /&gt;balking at him for the rest of his dwarfed existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep pumping ourselves up about how great we humans are, but the fact is,&lt;br /&gt;we lost heart as a species eons ago the moment we scrunched our animal spirit&lt;br /&gt;inside the heinous human treatment of our Mother Earth and Her entire glorious&lt;br /&gt;family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255364499541342892-401170638854826403?l=janebroccolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/feeds/401170638854826403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2010/08/human-spirit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/401170638854826403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/401170638854826403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2010/08/human-spirit.html' title='Human Spirit?'/><author><name>Jane Broccolo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255364499541342892.post-7784719102725763124</id><published>2010-02-06T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T01:19:29.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PBS' flickering "Human Spark"</title><content type='html'>Narrator Alan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, makes a feeble attempt to make us feel good about defiling&lt;br /&gt;the world in the recent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PSB&lt;/span&gt; video, "The Human Spark" that shows us we have&lt;br /&gt;two brain functions--insight and imagination--that  separate us from&lt;br /&gt;(other)animals.Wrong. I know many non-human animals with insight and&lt;br /&gt;imagination capabilities equal to, if not superior to ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PBS video is an insult to our innate animal intelligence. It's a 'there, there'&lt;br /&gt;pat of reassurance on the human back that yes, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;massacred&lt;/span&gt;  the world, but&lt;br /&gt;what the hell, feel proud, we can still bask in self-delusion by continuing to&lt;br /&gt;'prove' we are the best creatures on earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255364499541342892-7784719102725763124?l=janebroccolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/feeds/7784719102725763124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2010/02/pbs-flickering-human-spark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/7784719102725763124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/7784719102725763124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2010/02/pbs-flickering-human-spark.html' title='PBS&apos; flickering &quot;Human Spark&quot;'/><author><name>Jane Broccolo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255364499541342892.post-6923140834237077587</id><published>2010-01-18T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:28:30.558-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unnatural behavior &apos;normal&apos; in humans'/><title type='text'>Natural versus 'normal' connection</title><content type='html'>David Schwartz of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WPKN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in Connecticut interviewed me on the radio last&lt;br /&gt;night regarding my new book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like an Animal When&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Being Human is not&lt;br /&gt;Enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the book I mention that at age four, I turned my attention from&lt;br /&gt;a "normal life" to relate more to animals.  The radio host&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt; interpreted this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a very painful turning point for me. Not at all. I simply realized that&lt;br /&gt;humans, in our ego-protective pretenses and lies, seldom act like the noble&lt;br /&gt;animals we are cut out to be. And so I decided at an early age to choose the&lt;br /&gt;company of species more open, more honest, hence, more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;relatable&lt;/span&gt; to any&lt;br /&gt;child who by nature is open and honest as the animal s/he is born to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this blog, I don't have to tell you that we suffer most&lt;br /&gt;when we lose a dearly beloved 'pet' - than when we lose a parent or sibling&lt;br /&gt;or friend or lover -  simply because our connections with pets go so much&lt;br /&gt;deeper due to the fact there are no cover-ups between us.  Only a pure,&lt;br /&gt;unadulterated, full-bodied heart-to-heart, mind-to-mind, awareness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255364499541342892-6923140834237077587?l=janebroccolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/feeds/6923140834237077587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2010/01/natural-versus-normal-connection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/6923140834237077587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/6923140834237077587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2010/01/natural-versus-normal-connection.html' title='Natural versus &apos;normal&apos; connection'/><author><name>Jane Broccolo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255364499541342892.post-7173392442753026215</id><published>2009-08-26T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:29:05.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canine sugar junkies'/><title type='text'>Sugar Junkies, Beware...</title><content type='html'>Your dog may not be psychologically addicted to sugar the way some&lt;br /&gt;of us are, but that doesn't mean that dog treats laced with sugar -&lt;br /&gt;including honey, molasses, maple syrup, corn syrup - won't&lt;br /&gt;compromise your dog's health in the short, and long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, most dog treats out there including the organic&lt;br /&gt;healthier ones, have sugar added. Read the labels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancer, heart disease, diabetes, and obesity are just a few of the&lt;br /&gt;diseases that we are already seeing as a more common condition&lt;br /&gt;in pets thanks to pet food companies who know how to feed into&lt;br /&gt;our own bad habits...at the expense our pets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255364499541342892-7173392442753026215?l=janebroccolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/feeds/7173392442753026215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2009/08/sugar-junkies-beware.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/7173392442753026215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/7173392442753026215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2009/08/sugar-junkies-beware.html' title='Sugar Junkies, Beware...'/><author><name>Jane Broccolo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255364499541342892.post-9042462116873417513</id><published>2009-05-31T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T17:52:44.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Three Birds on a wire.'/><title type='text'>Among the Bird-Brained, Size does not Matter.</title><content type='html'>I look out my window. In the distance two birds on a wire. I assume&lt;br /&gt;they are mates. One presumably the female is smaller than the other&lt;br /&gt;who sits within an inch by her side to her right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a larger bird comes in for an abrupt landing about two feet from&lt;br /&gt;where the love birds sit. The female, startled, moves closer to her male&lt;br /&gt;partner who moves about three inches farther down the wire from the&lt;br /&gt;menacing bird. The female scurries in closer to him for protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big bird to her left slowly inches his way to his easy target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turns her head to her mate and mutters something. He does nothing. She&lt;br /&gt;turns, looks at the big bird before turning back to her mate to make another&lt;br /&gt;plea. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gives up, leaves her mate behind and flies to safer ground on a wire a few&lt;br /&gt;yards away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waits for her lover to follow. He does not.  Is he passive, passive/aggressive,&lt;br /&gt;not intimidated, stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She flies back to sit to his left again. This time, knowing or merely assuming&lt;br /&gt;that her mate is weaker than she, she defies all fear, bravely turns and faces the&lt;br /&gt;big, bad bird twice her size.  She eases her way closer to the big guy who by some&lt;br /&gt;miracle, senses her fearlessness, and makes a beeline out of sight to safety.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255364499541342892-9042462116873417513?l=janebroccolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/feeds/9042462116873417513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2009/05/birds-on-wire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/9042462116873417513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/9042462116873417513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2009/05/birds-on-wire.html' title='Among the Bird-Brained, Size does not Matter.'/><author><name>Jane Broccolo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255364499541342892.post-5252779998494058845</id><published>2009-05-20T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:31:24.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSUS&apos; humane treatment of Michael Vick'/><title type='text'>Great idea, Wayne Pacelle</title><content type='html'>How perfect  to back Michael Vick on his campaign to talk to youth about&lt;br /&gt;the criminal lose/lose situation of dog fighting.  Imagine if other convicted&lt;br /&gt;criminals--rapists, murderers, factory farmers, Wall Streeters, etc.--&lt;br /&gt;were, as a community service, ordered to inform wannabe criminals about&lt;br /&gt;the rewards of redirecting their career choices...if only in a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255364499541342892-5252779998494058845?l=janebroccolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/feeds/5252779998494058845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2009/05/great-idea-wayne-pacelle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/5252779998494058845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/5252779998494058845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2009/05/great-idea-wayne-pacelle.html' title='Great idea, Wayne Pacelle'/><author><name>Jane Broccolo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255364499541342892.post-7982915801982606593</id><published>2009-04-14T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T17:44:46.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama shows his true color and it isn&apos;t black.'/><title type='text'>Thousands Might Die because of BO</title><content type='html'>Barack Obama, there are thousands of pure bred hypoallergenic dogs&lt;br /&gt;in shelters across this country that you rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you,  millions of Americans who never even heard of a&lt;br /&gt;Portuguese Water Dog will now be inspired to create a huge market&lt;br /&gt;for them to be born into thanks to your acceptance of Ted Kennedy's&lt;br /&gt;pampered "rescue dog".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the movie, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;101 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dalmatians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Audiences around the country&lt;br /&gt;ran out of the theaters to fill their shopping carts with Dalmatians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, a few months later, most of those&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt; Dalmatians&lt;/span&gt; were then&lt;br /&gt;sent to death row in shelters around the country?  You know very&lt;br /&gt;well that a majority of Americans tire of their new toys as quickly&lt;br /&gt;as they break their word as a matter of convenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the welfare of animals, you are as without heart as&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Palin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what statistics say about people who abuse animals.&lt;br /&gt;(Your flip remark about the new White House pup being a "rescue dog"&lt;br /&gt;was patronizing to voters, and it was extremely insensitive to the pain&lt;br /&gt;and suffering of  non-human animals .)&lt;br /&gt;Not too strong a comparison for me to make about you when one&lt;br /&gt;considers the consequences of your decision, a careless  choice&lt;br /&gt;apparently derived solely from your frontal cortex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255364499541342892-7982915801982606593?l=janebroccolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/feeds/7982915801982606593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2009/04/thousands-of-dogs-shall-die-for-obama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/7982915801982606593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/7982915801982606593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2009/04/thousands-of-dogs-shall-die-for-obama.html' title='Thousands Might Die because of BO'/><author><name>Jane Broccolo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255364499541342892.post-5045336566399113116</id><published>2009-03-30T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T11:48:50.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets have their priorites in order'/><title type='text'>Mitigating Dachshund  was Too Embarrassed to Shout</title><content type='html'>Had to set things straight with Sweetgrass this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finally agreed that from now on when she needs to make a 'lump sum deposit'&lt;br /&gt;that, instead of hinting with a soft hardly audible growl from the other room for&lt;br /&gt;me to hurry and lift her off the bed in time, she will, from this day forward, insure&lt;br /&gt;getting my fast attention by using the same piercing yelp she has a habit of&lt;br /&gt;employing whenever she insists on an extra treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course she did rebuttal  at first by telling me that a loud bark would contract&lt;br /&gt;her muscles thereby speeding up the 'deposit process' before help was on its way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255364499541342892-5045336566399113116?l=janebroccolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/feeds/5045336566399113116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-mitigating-dachshund-who-was-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/5045336566399113116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/5045336566399113116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-mitigating-dachshund-who-was-too.html' title='Mitigating Dachshund  was Too Embarrassed to Shout'/><author><name>Jane Broccolo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255364499541342892.post-7118783415392105846</id><published>2009-03-25T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T18:04:40.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soft Voices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shouting bodies'/><title type='text'>Ask Any Barking Dog</title><content type='html'>Like any animal, humans have an innate capacity for empathy: the ability to feel&lt;br /&gt;in our bodies what someone else is feeling in his/her own body, i.e., 'silent'&lt;br /&gt;suppressed emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,  when I cannot manage my sudden rage by expressing  it through&lt;br /&gt;non-violent communication, I shout it out instead much to the chagrin  of&lt;br /&gt;whomever is within earshot; the good news is, the discomfort lasts for a very&lt;br /&gt;short time for both me and my 'victim(s)'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As  unacceptably hot-blooded this method might seem to you, isn't yelling kinder&lt;br /&gt;and more honest as a last resort? Isn't it healthier for everyone than the&lt;br /&gt;'civilized' way of suppressing rage in our bodies for an agonizing length of&lt;br /&gt;time? Keeping rage out of earshot is sure to wilt the well-being of those around us&lt;br /&gt;as well as fester disease in those who would never allow themselves to 'look bad'&lt;br /&gt;by expressing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time your dog barks at 'nothing', ask if  s/he's venting something that needs&lt;br /&gt;to be released in you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255364499541342892-7118783415392105846?l=janebroccolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/feeds/7118783415392105846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2009/03/soft-voices-shouting-bodies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/7118783415392105846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/7118783415392105846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2009/03/soft-voices-shouting-bodies.html' title='Ask Any Barking Dog'/><author><name>Jane Broccolo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255364499541342892.post-7703291282930908378</id><published>2009-03-19T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:14:33.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living in a factory farm'/><title type='text'>Recycling Pain...</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up far from a teardrop of joy in my eye.&lt;br /&gt;I felt anchored to the bottom of the sea with lead in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;If I ever feel depressed, I have no other choice but to breathe&lt;br /&gt;deep within to find the cause of my misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, it's caused by my thoughts about 'poor me'. But often&lt;br /&gt;'my' depression has to do with someone in my life who is feeling&lt;br /&gt;bad from his or her own creation of self-pity. I usually call&lt;br /&gt;whomever I suspect for a reality check and get a yes, s/he was&lt;br /&gt;down about this or that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this morning when I checked in to see why I was feeling so&lt;br /&gt;awful, I saw in my mind's eye a pig factory farm.  As my heart&lt;br /&gt;zoomed in closer to get a better feel, I saw the misery of these&lt;br /&gt;poor, intelligent empaths condemned to suffer a horrid life in our&lt;br /&gt;self-made Dante-esque Infernos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my little dachshund 'empath' feels and then reflects back to me&lt;br /&gt;my pain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; my joy, perhaps I could recycle the pain that I feel&lt;br /&gt;emanating from the pigs - including the pain I feel 'for' them - into joy.&lt;br /&gt;Would these empaths then feel the joy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255364499541342892-7703291282930908378?l=janebroccolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/feeds/7703291282930908378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2009/03/recycling-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/7703291282930908378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/7703291282930908378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2009/03/recycling-pain.html' title='Recycling Pain...'/><author><name>Jane Broccolo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255364499541342892.post-1345104255412825228</id><published>2009-03-09T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T18:09:27.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Embracing the All-Embracing Divine Feminine'/><title type='text'>A World No Longer Run by Half-Wits</title><content type='html'>Some of us connect more easily with animals, nature and each&lt;br /&gt;other because we have opted to allow our intelligence to thrive&lt;br /&gt;naturally in circular all inclusive whole-brain patterns of thought&lt;br /&gt;free beyond the limitations of exclusive linear logic used by men&lt;br /&gt;and women thinking solely from the considered masculine half of&lt;br /&gt;their psyche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Humanity is ever to embrace our inherent Wholeness, we&lt;br /&gt;would need to begin by holding dear to us our connection to the&lt;br /&gt;rest of 'Creation' by finally catching up to them in Evolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our pets  can show us how.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255364499541342892-1345104255412825228?l=janebroccolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/feeds/1345104255412825228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2009/03/divinely-feminine-animals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/1345104255412825228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/1345104255412825228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2009/03/divinely-feminine-animals.html' title='A World No Longer Run by Half-Wits'/><author><name>Jane Broccolo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255364499541342892.post-1886230569143868960</id><published>2009-03-08T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:00:15.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The  forever evolving kitty .'/><title type='text'>The Kitty Who Was Clear About Pain.</title><content type='html'>A beautiful and charming kitty wanted to see frowns of concern on her humans'&lt;br /&gt;faces, instead of their constant adoring smiles of affection regarding her.  So, she&lt;br /&gt;began biting the base of her tail making it bald and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inflamed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked her why she would want to cause her humans pain, her answer was:&lt;br /&gt;"Joy is all they ever show me. I want to feel other forms of love, worry being one&lt;br /&gt;of them.  I want to see what pain is like for me and for them where I am concerned.&lt;br /&gt;After all, pain  is part of Life. Humans love pain because I see them creating it a lot&lt;br /&gt;in their lives,  yet, they say pain is bad; probably why it hurts them.&lt;br /&gt;They make it their favorite teacher yet they dread it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you want to be a human?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. I want to be more than the status quo  cat with limited emotional experience.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be forever evolving. I want to bask in the full emotional spectrum of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being alive&lt;/span&gt;. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so you want to be a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no, I would never want to plummet that far low into emotional depth."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255364499541342892-1886230569143868960?l=janebroccolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/feeds/1886230569143868960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2009/03/evolving-and-one-would-think-confused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/1886230569143868960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/1886230569143868960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2009/03/evolving-and-one-would-think-confused.html' title='The Kitty Who Was Clear About Pain.'/><author><name>Jane Broccolo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255364499541342892.post-8469387379684939692</id><published>2009-02-21T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:04:35.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RECOGNITION is All We Need'/><title type='text'>The Horse Who Wouldn't Buck Love Off Her Back.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, a client called me about her horse's aloof behavior.&lt;br /&gt;When I tuned into the horse, I got that she wanted to be alone&lt;br /&gt;and didn't like exercise because it was her nature was to be&lt;br /&gt;lazy and withdrawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not unusual to figure animals out with neat little reasons why&lt;br /&gt;s/he is the way s/he is; easier &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; to go deep &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beneath the surface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of what is obvious in a brief glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But - in going deeper with the horse, we felt her lonely heart, a&lt;br /&gt;heart diminished by a lack of recognition of her true essence by&lt;br /&gt;her human guardians, past and present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She bucked whenever anyone tried to mount her not because&lt;br /&gt;she was lazy but because she felt she was being treated as a&lt;br /&gt;mere riding object to be used. Her guardian who actually cares&lt;br /&gt;very much about this horse's well-being - hence our phone&lt;br /&gt;session - was not aware of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When her guardian  and I energetically connected our hearts with&lt;br /&gt;hers, this horse's heart opened wide, and all three of us - the&lt;br /&gt;horse in her pasture, my client on her sofa holding the phone, and&lt;br /&gt;me on the phone miles away  - basked for ten full minutes in the&lt;br /&gt;energy of absolute Beauty emanating from this horse's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I got an email from my client saying that when she&lt;br /&gt;went out to the barn this morning, her horse, instead of keeping her&lt;br /&gt;usual distance, walked up to her guardian with a first time look of love&lt;br /&gt;in her eye, and a soft willingness to -  for the first time as well - allow&lt;br /&gt;her guardian to wrap her arms around her neck and hug her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECOGNITION of our inner Beauty. Isn't that what any&lt;br /&gt;animal, human or non-human, needs to feel fully alive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255364499541342892-8469387379684939692?l=janebroccolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/feeds/8469387379684939692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-is-all-it-takes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/8469387379684939692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/8469387379684939692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-is-all-it-takes.html' title='The Horse Who Wouldn&apos;t Buck Love Off Her Back.'/><author><name>Jane Broccolo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255364499541342892.post-7327434000848418802</id><published>2009-02-14T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T01:18:13.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Valentine Wish for Mother Earth and Her Children'/><title type='text'>Although this post is for the weak at heart, it might be too gritty for the weak at heart to read.</title><content type='html'>Rod Lurie says in his online &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Huffingtonpost&lt;/span&gt; article that the film, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Reader&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;is a denial of the accountability and memorability of the Nazi's industrialized&lt;br /&gt;slaughter of Jews during the Holocaust; as if there is only one holocaust we&lt;br /&gt;should be concerned about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings to my mind and  heart  Abe Lincoln's beautiful concern for&lt;br /&gt;humanity and all living creatures when he said:&lt;br /&gt;"Man cannot be wholly human until he has mercy for all creatures".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The expeditious slaughter of Jews in a most brutal manner was given to the&lt;br /&gt;Nazis by Henry Ford who based his own assembly line on the already existing&lt;br /&gt;industrialized American method of slaughtering 'food' animals (animals as innocent,&lt;br /&gt;intelligent, and sensitive as a human baby).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human genocide has little chance of ending without our hearts first becoming&lt;br /&gt;strong enough to overpower our heartless denial that permits the daily gruesome&lt;br /&gt;genocide of billions of our earthly relatives treated each day like Jews in the&lt;br /&gt;Nazi Holocaust, like Tutsis in the Rwandan Genocide, like all who have been and&lt;br /&gt;continue to be brutally denied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrific deeds attract horror to us.  Acts of compassion attract compassion.&lt;br /&gt;And so on and, so on....&lt;br /&gt;How golden that the Golden Rule is finally in this century in our faces to the&lt;br /&gt;extent that if we continue to not act on it, we shall all perish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May our exquisite planet in making all of our lives on her possible, be our&lt;br /&gt;Valentine today for us to love and cherish her children forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255364499541342892-7327434000848418802?l=janebroccolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/feeds/7327434000848418802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2009/02/golden-rule-in-our-face-not-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/7327434000848418802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/7327434000848418802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2009/02/golden-rule-in-our-face-not-for.html' title='Although this post is for the weak at heart, it might be too gritty for the weak at heart to read.'/><author><name>Jane Broccolo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255364499541342892.post-1089324384500533550</id><published>2009-02-10T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:11:04.210-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking too much.'/><title type='text'>A Far Fetched Thought from Way-Out-There</title><content type='html'>Orthodox Hindu Jains practice kindness toward all living beings by wearing&lt;br /&gt;surgical masks to keep their breath from killing microbes in the air; this practice&lt;br /&gt;is based on the belief and probable reality that consciousness exists in all life forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little dog is still recovering from a recurring staph infection from a pit bull&lt;br /&gt;attack last March.  I partially hold myself responsible for that attack since I was&lt;br /&gt;carrying repressed unresolved rage in my body at that time which might have&lt;br /&gt;attracted the pit bull to us as we nonchalantly crossed the street, Sweetgrass on&lt;br /&gt;leash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly getting around to my far-fetched thought:  After eight days of being on&lt;br /&gt;Zeniquin - an antibiotic that viciously attacks staph bacteria - the staph rash&lt;br /&gt;on Sweetgrass' skin is clearing up but, a few new outbreaks are occurring and so&lt;br /&gt;I wonder.  Do you think that the bacteria are like humans who jump to their death&lt;br /&gt;from burning buildings in that some of the bacteria flee the attack of the Zenequin&lt;br /&gt;antibodies by making a fast escape through little Sweetgrass' skin only to die a&lt;br /&gt;slow death a few days later?&lt;br /&gt;(My vet said he doesn't know the reason.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I ask Sweetgrass, her answer like all of her others is, down-to-earth:&lt;br /&gt;"You think too much."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255364499541342892-1089324384500533550?l=janebroccolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/feeds/1089324384500533550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2009/02/justr-far-fetched-thought-from-way-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/1089324384500533550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/1089324384500533550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2009/02/justr-far-fetched-thought-from-way-out.html' title='A Far Fetched Thought from Way-Out-There'/><author><name>Jane Broccolo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255364499541342892.post-4730516285358210080</id><published>2009-01-22T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:37:17.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying to Live</title><content type='html'>A client wondered if Dobie, her pet, was sick and wanted to die because for&lt;br /&gt;weeks he seemed fatigued and depressed. In a session, Dobie told her that&lt;br /&gt;yes, he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; sick&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; tired and that he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; dying because death was becoming&lt;br /&gt;a more lively prospect to him than having to continue surviving the depression&lt;br /&gt;of his other guardian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After listening to Dobie rant, my client then told her husband who dearly loved&lt;br /&gt;Dobie, what Dobie had told her: that he needs to snap out of his negative  self-talk,&lt;br /&gt;lighten up, and find joy in living if he wants Dobie to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily for all involved, he did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255364499541342892-4730516285358210080?l=janebroccolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/feeds/4730516285358210080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2009/01/bored-to-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/4730516285358210080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/4730516285358210080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2009/01/bored-to-death.html' title='Dying to Live'/><author><name>Jane Broccolo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255364499541342892.post-8754179102851576918</id><published>2009-01-18T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:48:31.099-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yet another thing we can learn from non-human animals.'/><title type='text'>Animals: Masters of  the Art of Letting Go</title><content type='html'>In response to my January 3rd blog, a reader emailed me to ask if the blood&lt;br /&gt;disease in the cat was treatable. I emailed her back to say that since my posting,&lt;br /&gt;the cat had new test results showing that the disease was losing power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through vet-medication, plus a discussion with the cat where she was allowed to&lt;br /&gt;vent her frustration regarding her guardian as well as express her love for her,&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that her guardian followed through with the cat's wishes, a miracle&lt;br /&gt;happened. The cat, satisfied in having been heard, was able to then move on&lt;br /&gt;toward a quick and complete recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can we learn from this particular cat including other animals?  Express our&lt;br /&gt;feelings, get unpleasantness off our chests and out of our bodies, and - use our&lt;br /&gt;inborn natural ability to let go of our negative mindsets that cause 'dis-ease',&lt;br /&gt;and - move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even vets will agree that  non-human animals heal much faster than we do&lt;br /&gt;probably because other animals are masters of the art we only as a species are&lt;br /&gt;beginning to practice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255364499541342892-8754179102851576918?l=janebroccolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/feeds/8754179102851576918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2009/01/animals-masters-of-art-of-letting-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/8754179102851576918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/8754179102851576918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2009/01/animals-masters-of-art-of-letting-go.html' title='Animals: Masters of  the Art of Letting Go'/><author><name>Jane Broccolo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255364499541342892.post-4372960818466427228</id><published>2009-01-09T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T00:29:10.095-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Egg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken or'/><title type='text'>Which Came First...</title><content type='html'>Yet more proof that stress in our bodies is usually reflected in the&lt;br /&gt;bodies of our beloved pets as well, and, apparently vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zorro, a Malamute, was limping on his right leg.  During a healing session&lt;br /&gt;by phone, I got that the limp was due to stress lodged in between his&lt;br /&gt;shoulder blades and was radiating pain up into his neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His guardian told me she was sore in the same place in her body as&lt;br /&gt;Zorro was in his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After fifteen minutes of long-distance energy work on Zorro, not only&lt;br /&gt;did he show signs of feeling better, but, my client said the crick in her neck&lt;br /&gt;neck and between her shoulder blades disappeared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255364499541342892-4372960818466427228?l=janebroccolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/feeds/4372960818466427228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2009/01/which-came-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/4372960818466427228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/4372960818466427228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2009/01/which-came-first.html' title='Which Came First...'/><author><name>Jane Broccolo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255364499541342892.post-7370654905023424612</id><published>2009-01-03T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:21:15.045-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Like pet guardian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='like pet.'/><title type='text'>Windows to Your Soul</title><content type='html'>A client/friend of mine just told me that her animal was vet-tested&lt;br /&gt;and found to have the same rare blood disease as she has. &lt;br /&gt;Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, not at all surprising when you think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255364499541342892-7370654905023424612?l=janebroccolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/feeds/7370654905023424612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2009/01/windows-to-your-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/7370654905023424612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/7370654905023424612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2009/01/windows-to-your-soul.html' title='Windows to Your Soul'/><author><name>Jane Broccolo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255364499541342892.post-1598309197698823934</id><published>2008-11-16T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:39:40.944-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wisdom in Innocence'/><title type='text'>Don't Be So  'Eerie-ous'</title><content type='html'>"You love how I lighten you up with my silliness but, did you&lt;br /&gt;ever think that it takes a very wise being to know that the&lt;br /&gt;innocence of joy is all there is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      - One Wise, Silly Cat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255364499541342892-1598309197698823934?l=janebroccolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/feeds/1598309197698823934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2008/11/wise-enough-to-be-innocent-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/1598309197698823934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/1598309197698823934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2008/11/wise-enough-to-be-innocent-again.html' title='Don&apos;t Be So  &apos;Eerie-ous&apos;'/><author><name>Jane Broccolo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255364499541342892.post-7482438587653562734</id><published>2008-11-06T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T01:58:25.899-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One giant step for humanity; one nano-step for farm animals'/><title type='text'>A victory for the animals as well as our country!</title><content type='html'>Love, love everywhere, and finally a drop to spare!  Doesn't it feel wonderful&lt;br /&gt;to know that not only is the horror done against Blacks in this country coming&lt;br /&gt;into balance as a result of the November 4th, 2008  elections, but, that&lt;br /&gt;Americans have also voted to confront the next slavery issue on our history&lt;br /&gt;list: the imprisonment and torture of farm animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The enactment of Proposition 2 means that a sow who before slaughter,&lt;br /&gt;is forced to remain and breed for three years inside of a tiny crate, will&lt;br /&gt;now have grand-children also sentenced to three years in a crate, but -&lt;br /&gt;thanks to you, their grand kids will by the new enforced law, actually&lt;br /&gt;have enough room to stand up and turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abe Lincoln said that one cannot be wholly human without having mercy&lt;br /&gt;for all creatures. There is hope for us, yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255364499541342892-7482438587653562734?l=janebroccolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/feeds/7482438587653562734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2008/11/victory-for-animals-as-well-as-our.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/7482438587653562734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/7482438587653562734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2008/11/victory-for-animals-as-well-as-our.html' title='A victory for the animals as well as our country!'/><author><name>Jane Broccolo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255364499541342892.post-3146628195820696925</id><published>2008-10-03T08:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:30:55.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Re-incarnation of a cat'/><title type='text'>A 'Born-Again' Kitty</title><content type='html'>During a phone session last night, my client's very recently deceased kitty said&lt;br /&gt;that he would come back to her as a kitten who would look like a Siamese-Tabbie&lt;br /&gt;mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my client asked how she would be able to know it was him, he said that&lt;br /&gt;her desire for the kitten to be him would pull his spirit into the one she would&lt;br /&gt;irresistibly be drawn to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality happens when fueled by the passion of desire and belief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255364499541342892-3146628195820696925?l=janebroccolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/feeds/3146628195820696925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2008/10/born-again-kitty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/3146628195820696925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/3146628195820696925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2008/10/born-again-kitty.html' title='A &apos;Born-Again&apos; Kitty'/><author><name>Jane Broccolo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255364499541342892.post-1495907860028330158</id><published>2008-10-02T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:32:22.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No More &apos;Suicide Bombers&apos; in the White House'/><title type='text'>Regret About Lacking Compassion for Two  Animals.</title><content type='html'>Sarah Palin, John McCain. How frightened they are, more so than most of&lt;br /&gt;us non-human animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear rages rampant in their ignorance, in their frozen expressions, in their&lt;br /&gt;brazen arrogance, in their desperate duplicity; all shouts for approval that&lt;br /&gt;before now, fell on my deaf heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as much as these two  warrant a larger stretch of compassion from us,&lt;br /&gt;we cannot fall prey to letting them lure us into the final demise of  all that&lt;br /&gt;is pristine and beautiful about our Mother Earth - anymore than we can&lt;br /&gt;allow suicide bombers free rein because they murder for the love of god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255364499541342892-1495907860028330158?l=janebroccolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/feeds/1495907860028330158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2008/10/regrets-about-lacking-compassion-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/1495907860028330158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/1495907860028330158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2008/10/regrets-about-lacking-compassion-for.html' title='Regret About Lacking Compassion for Two  Animals.'/><author><name>Jane Broccolo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255364499541342892.post-5499186538851924749</id><published>2008-10-01T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:03:01.217-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So much to explore in a heartbeat.'/><title type='text'>Like-Hearted Animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;     A horse’s heart –any mammal’s heart - resonates in energetic frequency with the human heart. I know not just because scientific research has proven this, but from my own experience with animals two of which were horses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Several years ago, a horse-breeder client asked me to give a Reiki-Polarity treatment to her miniature horse who suffered from chronic shoulder pain. My treatment was something similar to laying on of hands combined with acupuncture without needles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went over to the stables where my client escorted me to a stall with little Sarah standing quietly with her head drooping. I bent down next to her, and ever so lightly touched her chest with one hand while touching my heart with the other. I felt energetically a heart-to-heart connection was instantly established.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;That humble little horse was the most powerful container of compassion I have ever encountered in humans, or any other animal to this day. My lungs where too small to breathe in the power of love in little Sarah’s heart. Who would ever have guessed her strength by just looking at her?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;      Another client asked me to do a long-distance healing by phone for her gelding who was depressed and walked with a limp. Within ten minutes of the phone session, both my client and I on the phone felt her horse who was miles away in his stable, breathe a sigh of relief. We felt his sigh in our own bodies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;      The next day, my client told me her horse was strutting around the corral with his head held high and shaking his mane like he was the hottest thing since the birth of the sun. What an inspiration he is for people like me who have wasted so much precious time feeling bad when there is so much joy around to feel; so much to explore in one heart-beat.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255364499541342892-5499186538851924749?l=janebroccolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/feeds/5499186538851924749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2008/10/like-hearted-animals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/5499186538851924749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/5499186538851924749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2008/10/like-hearted-animals.html' title='Like-Hearted Animals'/><author><name>Jane Broccolo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255364499541342892.post-8966529526470150954</id><published>2008-10-01T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:09:02.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vote YES on Proposition 2'/><title type='text'>Wayne Pacelle, CEO of Humane Society of the United States</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow in front of the Santa Barbara Court House, Wayne &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pacelle&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;the man who truly walks the talk of compassion will be inspiring people&lt;br /&gt;to vote YES on Proposition 2, our opportunity to actually do something&lt;br /&gt;kind for the animals who end up on America's plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are the kind of people who would never leave our canines or cats&lt;br /&gt;locked up in a crate for twenty-four hours each day of our pet's life&lt;br /&gt;where s/he wouldn't even be able to stand up or turn around, why on&lt;br /&gt;earth would we not extend this little crumb of kindness to animals we&lt;br /&gt;eat, some of whom are even more sensitive and intelligent than our own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, vote YES on Proposition 2.  We are lucky to have Wayne Pacelle&lt;br /&gt;who has not only found a way to help the animals feel a little better, but,&lt;br /&gt;us as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255364499541342892-8966529526470150954?l=janebroccolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/feeds/8966529526470150954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2008/10/wayne-pacelle-ceo-of-humane-society-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/8966529526470150954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/8966529526470150954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2008/10/wayne-pacelle-ceo-of-humane-society-of.html' title='Wayne Pacelle, CEO of Humane Society of the United States'/><author><name>Jane Broccolo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255364499541342892.post-1029570180479433522</id><published>2008-09-25T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T00:17:46.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking free to freedom'/><title type='text'>Caged-in</title><content type='html'>A client called me for a phone session about her newly adopted canine friend&lt;br /&gt;who spent the first few years of his life in a cage at a puppy mill, and was later&lt;br /&gt;released to serve time in prison at a women's detention facility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My client was concerned that there might be emotional scars lingering in&lt;br /&gt;her pet's psyche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her dog gave us both a surprise: He said that living in a cage was all he&lt;br /&gt;knew, and so he never felt that he was missing out on anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what we're missing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255364499541342892-1029570180479433522?l=janebroccolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/feeds/1029570180479433522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2008/09/caged-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/1029570180479433522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/1029570180479433522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2008/09/caged-in.html' title='Caged-in'/><author><name>Jane Broccolo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255364499541342892.post-462627550295702164</id><published>2008-09-18T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:36:19.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do dogs really beg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='or do we need to think so to feel superior?'/><title type='text'>She's not begging. She's hoping.</title><content type='html'>Her big brown eyes fix on the journey of the stainless steel silver spoon&lt;br /&gt;scooping out a chunk of creamy iced chocolate Soy Dream from its container.&lt;br /&gt;They 'drool' as the spoon travels back through space where it makes its drop&lt;br /&gt;into the mouth of a long dark tunnel leading down to cool my stomach and&lt;br /&gt;lighten my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes then shift to eye my own eyes now reflecting revelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your dog is begging", says Rick observing her big brown eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, she is not. She's hoping."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing how we imprison our pets in a place of helpless dependency,&lt;br /&gt;then insult them further by calling them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beggars&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255364499541342892-462627550295702164?l=janebroccolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/feeds/462627550295702164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2008/09/shes-not-begging-shes-hoping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/462627550295702164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/462627550295702164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2008/09/shes-not-begging-shes-hoping.html' title='She&apos;s not begging. She&apos;s hoping.'/><author><name>Jane Broccolo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255364499541342892.post-6856169696174719769</id><published>2008-09-11T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T10:14:04.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pro-Life...Pro-Death'/><title type='text'>Pro-Death Sarah Palin</title><content type='html'>Have you seen the photo of cold-hearted Governor Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; and her little&lt;br /&gt;daughter squatting with knees rubbing against the back of an innocent&lt;br /&gt;gunned-down bloody moose?&lt;br /&gt;His body is prone, his head is raised and his mouth is open bellowing out his&lt;br /&gt;pain  and horror as his eyes recede into his head the moment before his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;excruciating and&lt;/span&gt; painful his cry would be for you if you were the&lt;br /&gt;one squatting down next to him. But, obviously not for the oblivious Sarah whose&lt;br /&gt;only concern was for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity that America is full of women who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unlike&lt;/span&gt; Sarah are strong enough to be&lt;br /&gt;humane yet, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; Sarah, impeccably disguise their self-doubt so well that they fail&lt;br /&gt;to embrace the fact that humane &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; what a truly liberated woman or any human is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragic for the whole planet that our country is still over-populated with a&lt;br /&gt;noisy majority of castrated men and women buying into the lie that a liberated&lt;br /&gt;woman is one who has learned like a man to brutally ignore and even inflict&lt;br /&gt;unnecessary pain and suffering onto others whenever they can get away with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255364499541342892-6856169696174719769?l=janebroccolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/feeds/6856169696174719769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2008/09/prolife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/6856169696174719769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/6856169696174719769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2008/09/prolife.html' title='Pro-Death Sarah Palin'/><author><name>Jane Broccolo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255364499541342892.post-1164000280564006882</id><published>2008-09-08T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:53:40.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mathew Scully&apos;s cruelty to himself'/><title type='text'>The Dominion of Mathew Scully and Sarah Palin</title><content type='html'>How sad that Mathew Scully, a vegan, animal advocate, and author of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominion,&lt;/span&gt; is now writing propaganda for Sarah Palin. He must appreciate&lt;br /&gt;publicity and money much more than a clear conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who believes he is doing it in hopes of influencing Palin to cease&lt;br /&gt;hunting, put the polar bears back on the endangered list (she worked hard&lt;br /&gt;to have them removed), and open her heart to end her practice of cruelty&lt;br /&gt;to animals is naive beyond any possibility of a positive outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be so naive in this case is a form of denial that can only have a negative&lt;br /&gt;impact on animal welfare, and on the environment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255364499541342892-1164000280564006882?l=janebroccolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/feeds/1164000280564006882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2008/09/dominion-of-mathew-scully-and-governor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/1164000280564006882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/1164000280564006882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2008/09/dominion-of-mathew-scully-and-governor.html' title='The Dominion of Mathew Scully and Sarah Palin'/><author><name>Jane Broccolo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255364499541342892.post-4430259869063917118</id><published>2008-09-02T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T13:34:03.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animal Communication / Horse Whispering'/><title type='text'>Horse Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;Recently, I communicated with an aspiring endurance horse ‘who’ refused to endure his female human on his back. For privacy sake, let’s call him ‘George’ and her, ‘Susan’.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Aside from telling me that that his lower spine hurt and shot pain out to the top of his left haunch, George said that he did not want a wimp such as Susan on his back, period.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;During the phone session with Susan, I sensed that she also had pain in her lower back and top of her left hip. I asked her if this was true. She said, yes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;I told her that George was a great gift for her in that he wanted only a confident human on his back. He had enough fear of his own. He did not want to take on hers as well.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Susan’s passion to ride George combined with his nasty attitude toward her, forced her to reckon with her feelings of insecurity, a possible psychosomatic cause of her lower back pain. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Neither horse nor human felt safe with the other in the case of George and Susan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Usually, when a horse is as headstrong as George, our habit is to use various methods to subdue his self-expression. Fortunately for this particular horse, his human respected his opinions as being as important as her own.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;George’s refusal to enable Susan in her fear by letting her ride was a powerful asset for her that could easily have been regarded as a major detriment had she not been interested in his total well-being, and her own. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After several chiropractic adjustments for George, and Susan’s new routine of deep-breathing through fear, and her commitment to positive self-talk, you can now see them riding together into the sunrise almost any cool California morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;If it had not been for this particular horse’s power in affecting his human, Susan would not be riding in her own power now. They would both still be stuck at the stable frustrated with one another and their back aches.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Like all of our pets, horses have unique strengths that we are just now beginning to realize. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Horse power or any pet power when recognized and appreciated by us, not only enriches the lives of our pets, it can strengthen us in amazing ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;© copyright 2008 Jane Broccolo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255364499541342892-4430259869063917118?l=janebroccolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/feeds/4430259869063917118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2008/09/horse-power.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/4430259869063917118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255364499541342892/posts/default/4430259869063917118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebroccolo.blogspot.com/2008/09/horse-power.html' title='Horse Power'/><author><name>Jane Broccolo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
