<?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-6280306841635404278</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:23:17.059-05:00</updated><category term='anger couples relationships sex disconnect love men challenge masculinity femininity'/><title type='text'>Keeping the Edges Hot</title><subtitle type='html'>Passion, Purpose and Presence!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewplaceman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280306841635404278/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewplaceman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kevin Barwick, LCPC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726269020987221361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SKtkKnvvwho/TgUGr7IgDtI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/3A_u5l5biHQ/s220/Newsletter2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280306841635404278.post-308448049919766643</id><published>2011-12-05T14:52:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T15:31:33.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Your Inner Six Year Old Like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My Six Year Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now, not 5 any more, but 6!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;I could run down to my best friend’s house all by myself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The  long three blocks were no match for the Captain America wings attached  to my feet. My aerodynamic three and a half foot body knifed the wind  with Flash-like speed. It was if I was IV-ed to jumping, laughing,  swinging in careless uninhibited omnipotent wildness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Driveways, curbs and ditches dared, no taunted, me to pop Evel Knievel-like wheelies from my leopard-covered banana seat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Broken  bones, scraped knees, elbow cuts and butt strawberries tattooed the  invitation for tomorrow’s adventure. Tomorrow, I said, will be faster or  higher or deeper.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;             &lt;/i&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOhvVDYomuo/Tt0iTqgPubI/AAAAAAAAADU/jSIDR7JjPpg/s1600/Warrior+Boy.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOhvVDYomuo/Tt0iTqgPubI/AAAAAAAAADU/jSIDR7JjPpg/s1600/Warrior+Boy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nothing  would stop or slow the Superman, Batman, Green Lantern, Hellboy,  Spiderman, Hulk and Thor energy in me. In fact, if you were to cut me,  you wouldn’t see blood. You’d see pure white light rays of power beaming  out of every slit and pore of my body. If I opened my mouth, I could  blow spears of fire at any body I chose.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Curiosity,  exploration, adventure, Twinkies and dirt, were all a way of life for  me. Sleep was a distant cousin to climbing a little higher, finding  tadpoles in the pond, throwing a baseball or wrestling with my brother.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Although  I was naive, I didn’t know it. Although puny, I felt indestructible.  Part lonely, and part free. Two balls: one fragile and one brass. Man,  was I glad to be six years old!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */@font-face {font-family:Arial; panose-1:2 11 6 4 2 2 2 2 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536859905 -1073711037 9 0 511 0;}@font-face {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-font-charset:78; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1791491579 18 0 131231 0;}@font-face {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-font-charset:78; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1791491579 18 0 131231 0;} /* Style Definitions */p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:JA;}.MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-family:Arial; mso-ascii-font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-language:JA;}@page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;}div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;}&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now, not 5 any more, but 6!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;I could run down to my best friend’s house all by myself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The  long three blocks were no match for the Captain America wings attached  to my feet. My aerodynamic three and a half foot body knifed the wind  with Flash-like speed. It was if I was IV-ed to jumping, laughing,  swinging in careless uninhibited omnipotent wildness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Driveways, curbs and ditches dared, no taunted, me to pop Evel Knievel-like wheelies from my leopard-covered banana seat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Broken  bones, scraped knees, elbow cuts and butt strawberries tattooed the  invitation for tomorrow’s adventure. Tomorrow, I said, will be faster or  higher or deeper.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;             &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOhvVDYomuo/Tt0iTqgPubI/AAAAAAAAADU/jSIDR7JjPpg/s1600/Warrior+Boy.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOhvVDYomuo/Tt0iTqgPubI/AAAAAAAAADU/jSIDR7JjPpg/s1600/Warrior+Boy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nothing  would stop or slow the Superman, Batman, Green Lantern, Hellboy,  Spiderman, Hulk and Thor energy in me. In fact, if you were to cut me,  you wouldn’t see blood. You’d see pure white light rays of power beaming  out of every slit and pore of my body. If I opened my mouth, I could  blow spears of fire at any body I chose.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Curiosity,  exploration, adventure, Twinkies and dirt, were all a way of life for  me. Sleep was a distant cousin to climbing a little higher, finding  tadpoles in the pond, throwing a baseball or wrestling with my brother.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Although  I was naive, I didn’t know it. Although puny, I felt indestructible.  Part lonely, and part free. Two balls: one fragile and one brass. Man,  was I glad to be six years old!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6280306841635404278-308448049919766643?l=anewplaceman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://anew-place.com/articles/' title='What is Your Inner Six Year Old Like?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewplaceman.blogspot.com/feeds/308448049919766643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anewplaceman.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-six-year-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280306841635404278/posts/default/308448049919766643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280306841635404278/posts/default/308448049919766643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewplaceman.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-six-year-old.html' title='What is Your Inner Six Year Old Like?'/><author><name>Kevin Barwick, LCPC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726269020987221361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SKtkKnvvwho/TgUGr7IgDtI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/3A_u5l5biHQ/s220/Newsletter2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOhvVDYomuo/Tt0iTqgPubI/AAAAAAAAADU/jSIDR7JjPpg/s72-c/Warrior+Boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280306841635404278.post-8073081675764444225</id><published>2011-10-21T12:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T12:43:24.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Descent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */@font-face {font-family:Arial; panose-1:2 11 6 4 2 2 2 2 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536859905 -1073711037 9 0 511 0;}@font-face {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-font-charset:78; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1791491579 18 0 131231 0;}@font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1107305727 0 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:JA;}.MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-family:Arial; mso-ascii-font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-language:JA;}@page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;}div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;}--&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The rains did not keep us down. It helped us &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;descend&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In the middle of October 2011 over 100 men converged in thehighlands of West Virginia… searching for something. They were not searchingfor gold, but something &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;golden.&lt;/i&gt; Theywere not searching for a wise man, but for &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;wisdom&lt;/i&gt;.And they were not searching new technological ideas, but to be &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;skillful&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UlkjBhXF2Vg/TqGeLJ1Qj3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/wIkyVIRZ4QY/s1600/Waterfall+in+canyon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UlkjBhXF2Vg/TqGeLJ1Qj3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/wIkyVIRZ4QY/s1600/Waterfall+in+canyon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; These men came from all walks of life: PhD’s to GED’s,black, white, European, American, Christian, non-Christian, single, married.They came searching for a deeper, honest place to connect with their own soul,and the souls of other men.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */@font-face {font-family:Arial; panose-1:2 11 6 4 2 2 2 2 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536859905 -1073711037 9 0 511 0;}@font-face {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-font-charset:78; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1791491579 18 0 131231 0;}@font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1107305727 0 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:JA;}.MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-family:Arial; mso-ascii-font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-language:JA;}@page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;}div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Men’s Rites ofPassage (MROP)&lt;/i&gt; was founded by Richard Rohr, OMF, fifteen years ago.&amp;nbsp; It meets men at several different juncturesalong their spiritual journeys. For most, it’s an oasis and desert at the sametime. This MROP was no different.&lt;span id="goog_852565685"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_852565686"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The first three of the five days, this MROP found the groundsaturated from continuous rainfall. Unlike those who were able to be in cabins,many of the men stayed in tents throughout. For all, however, shoes were cakedin mud, squishy sounding and cold. It wasn’t the most “pleasant” of livingconditions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://anew-place.com/articles/"&gt;Read entire article&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6280306841635404278-8073081675764444225?l=anewplaceman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://anew-place.com/articles/' title='The Descent'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewplaceman.blogspot.com/feeds/8073081675764444225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anewplaceman.blogspot.com/2011/10/descent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280306841635404278/posts/default/8073081675764444225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280306841635404278/posts/default/8073081675764444225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewplaceman.blogspot.com/2011/10/descent.html' title='The Descent'/><author><name>Kevin Barwick, LCPC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726269020987221361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SKtkKnvvwho/TgUGr7IgDtI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/3A_u5l5biHQ/s220/Newsletter2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UlkjBhXF2Vg/TqGeLJ1Qj3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/wIkyVIRZ4QY/s72-c/Waterfall+in+canyon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280306841635404278.post-6022712431473553375</id><published>2011-08-16T14:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T14:09:55.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guts or Mush? Putting Up with Us, Men!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1597934737"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_910208116"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_910208117"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1597934738"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I often wonder how women put up with us men! Yeah, I also wonder how we men put up with women sometimes! But really, women need a lot of patience when it comes to us.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For example, I wonder if women think... &lt;i&gt;Why do most men get so wrapped up in football, and not wrapped up in me? Why do men scratch their balls in public? Why is work soooo important to men?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Why do so many men say to other men, &lt;/i&gt;"Hey, asshole," &lt;i&gt;when they really mean,&lt;/i&gt; "Hi brother, I missed you"? &lt;i&gt;And why don't men ask for directions?! &lt;/i&gt;Good questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; It must be hard for women to somehow transform into some kind of man-code-linear-jock-strapping-I-don't-give-a-damn-thinking machine simply to understand her man. She must have to "give up" a lot to get close to him, or simply to get along with him. I mean, face it! Women have legitimate questions sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AMDuzpRogTg/TkqxUAzo6AI/AAAAAAAAACo/QaHLBBo-YEs/s1600/Angry+couple+hugging.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AMDuzpRogTg/TkqxUAzo6AI/AAAAAAAAACo/QaHLBBo-YEs/s200/Angry+couple+hugging.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Or do they? They certainly have tough ones (aka: questions we guys can't stand to hear) like: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you love me? What are you thinking? Do I look fat? How am I important to you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have guts or mush for me? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Awwlll, Maaannn! At this point you might be thinking (not saying!), WHY DOES SHE ASK ME THOSE THINGS?! SHE KNOWS THE ANSWER! Or does she?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; More to come. In the meantime, give me your thoughts and comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6280306841635404278-6022712431473553375?l=anewplaceman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewplaceman.blogspot.com/feeds/6022712431473553375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anewplaceman.blogspot.com/2011/08/guts-or-mush-putting-up-with-us-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280306841635404278/posts/default/6022712431473553375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280306841635404278/posts/default/6022712431473553375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewplaceman.blogspot.com/2011/08/guts-or-mush-putting-up-with-us-men.html' title='Guts or Mush? Putting Up with Us, Men!'/><author><name>Kevin Barwick, LCPC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726269020987221361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SKtkKnvvwho/TgUGr7IgDtI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/3A_u5l5biHQ/s220/Newsletter2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AMDuzpRogTg/TkqxUAzo6AI/AAAAAAAAACo/QaHLBBo-YEs/s72-c/Angry+couple+hugging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280306841635404278.post-4746211929670460025</id><published>2011-07-21T14:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T09:27:03.127-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger couples relationships sex disconnect love men challenge masculinity femininity'/><title type='text'>Tell me what you think...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R1YxYmBQ98Y/Tih6HYxWZtI/AAAAAAAAACA/-iLkG5f8-G4/s1600/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R1YxYmBQ98Y/Tih6HYxWZtI/AAAAAAAAACA/-iLkG5f8-G4/s200/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thanks for stopping by to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Keeping the Edges Hot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This blog is dedicated to openly and provocatively highlighting trends, news, topics and ideas that relate to sexuality, masculinity and femininity, relationships, and spirituality. I welcome your comments and feedback!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I need your help with two questions:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1. What are the top five areas that affect men today? and/or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" closure_uid_8611tn="125" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2. What is the biggest challenge for couples today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_8611tn="154"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6280306841635404278-4746211929670460025?l=anewplaceman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewplaceman.blogspot.com/feeds/4746211929670460025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anewplaceman.blogspot.com/2011/07/tell-me-what-you-think.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280306841635404278/posts/default/4746211929670460025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6280306841635404278/posts/default/4746211929670460025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewplaceman.blogspot.com/2011/07/tell-me-what-you-think.html' title='Tell me what you think...'/><author><name>Kevin Barwick, LCPC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04726269020987221361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SKtkKnvvwho/TgUGr7IgDtI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/3A_u5l5biHQ/s220/Newsletter2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R1YxYmBQ98Y/Tih6HYxWZtI/AAAAAAAAACA/-iLkG5f8-G4/s72-c/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
