<?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-8709495120600406575</id><updated>2011-10-02T09:52:16.580-07:00</updated><category term='creativity'/><category term='art'/><category term='pet portraits'/><category term='spirituality'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='paintings'/><category term='metaphysics'/><title type='text'>Spotlight on Spirituality</title><subtitle type='html'>Metaphysical musings of author/illustrator and pet portrait artist Connie Bowen, author of "I Believe In Me," the beloved children's book of affirmations.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniebowen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709495120600406575/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniebowen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Connie Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358749025246903759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTtTikS7A_U/SX-bLcYrMrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6imu8Er3MBo/S220/Connie33shadow.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709495120600406575.post-6466202779727412924</id><published>2009-03-04T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:51:44.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perception is Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'll never forget that evening&lt;/span&gt;. It was several years ago. The warm summer evening was just right for a festive night out to a new Mexican restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We pulled into the parking lot&lt;/span&gt; adjacent to the restaurant, hoping for a spot. We were right on time for our reservations for a party of five - a gala evening of celebration with my husband, &lt;a href="http://morningsrainbow.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, whose parents were visiting from out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The restaurant parking lot was full&lt;/span&gt;, but luckily we found a spot quite near the entrance. We swung into our spot and right in front of our car was a sign that said "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PARKING - El Ranchito Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;" in bright red letters. We counted our lucky stars, said thank you to the Universe for reserving the perfect spot for us and left hurriedly to enjoy our meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTtTikS7A_U/Sa8Mrc_QuCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Z4lhqlE0YVk/s1600-h/No+Parking-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309476426348541986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 56px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTtTikS7A_U/Sa8Mrc_QuCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Z4lhqlE0YVk/s320/No+Parking-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;By the time we had finished&lt;/span&gt; our sumptuous dinner and made our way back to the car, the sun had long since gone down and the stars were twinkling through the clear evening sky. We settled into our car, the engine roared to life and Mike turned on the headlights. They shown brightly now on the sign six feet in front of us. There, clearly printed in red was "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NO PARKING - El Ranchito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;" With the engine idling, w&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e both literally stared and stared at that sign, taking in what we had experienced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;How had we &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt; missed &lt;/span&gt;the word "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;" so clearly printed on the sign? How had our perceptions altered in such a way as to enable us to see what we wanted &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTtTikS7A_U/Sa8PC9FIm0I/AAAAAAAAABI/DSlaNdB72Xs/s1600-h/No+Parking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309479029123357506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTtTikS7A_U/Sa8PC9FIm0I/AAAAAAAAABI/DSlaNdB72Xs/s320/No+Parking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to see? Was there actually a shift in reality to allow us to park there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We would have had to drive around&lt;/span&gt; quite awhile to find another spot as all the rest were taken. I believe the Universe knew we were safe in parking there and allowed us to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Could it be&lt;/span&gt; that we're all held in Divine arms, even for something as small as a parking space? ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http:/www.conniebowen.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8709495120600406575-6466202779727412924?l=conniebowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.conniebowen.com' title='Perception is Everything'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniebowen.blogspot.com/feeds/6466202779727412924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conniebowen.blogspot.com/2009/03/perception-is-everything.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709495120600406575/posts/default/6466202779727412924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709495120600406575/posts/default/6466202779727412924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniebowen.blogspot.com/2009/03/perception-is-everything.html' title='Perception is Everything'/><author><name>Connie Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358749025246903759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTtTikS7A_U/SX-bLcYrMrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6imu8Er3MBo/S220/Connie33shadow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTtTikS7A_U/Sa8Mrc_QuCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Z4lhqlE0YVk/s72-c/No+Parking-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709495120600406575.post-1739115648488572495</id><published>2009-02-04T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:07:31.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Universe is Listening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I truly love the synchronicity that appears in our lives. It makes me think the Universe is definitely listening!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Years ago I gave my husband a gold chain with an open heart dangling from it for his birthday.&lt;/span&gt; He loves that gift and still wears it to this day. I knew it was perfect for him when the sales lady at the large dept. store pointed it out, saying “Here is a big, open heart that you might like to choose to add to the gold chain.” My husband is the most generous individual I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; ever known. He puts others’ needs above his own and will work tirelessly to help anyone in any way he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;One day he came home from work beaming with happiness. &lt;/span&gt;When I asked him what had happened during the day, he told me this story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;“When I was walking back to the office after lunch, a sad, disheveled man approached me walking the other way.&lt;/span&gt; He seemed feverishly upset. When I asked him what was wrong, he blurted out “No one in this city has a big, open heart.” I pulled out my necklace from underneath my shirt and smiled, “Oh, yes, they do! And here’s one to prove it!” Startled by the coincidence, the man’s demeanor changed immediately and he walked on, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I marveled at the synchronicity of this encounter.&lt;/span&gt; How had it been arranged so perfectly that these two strangers would meet for a just a fleeting moment, yet the encounter would change both of their lives for the better? The secrets of the Universe are indeed a mystery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http:/www.conniebowen.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8709495120600406575-1739115648488572495?l=conniebowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.conniebowen.com' title='The Universe is Listening'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniebowen.blogspot.com/feeds/1739115648488572495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conniebowen.blogspot.com/2009/02/universe-is-listening.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709495120600406575/posts/default/1739115648488572495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709495120600406575/posts/default/1739115648488572495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniebowen.blogspot.com/2009/02/universe-is-listening.html' title='The Universe is Listening'/><author><name>Connie Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358749025246903759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTtTikS7A_U/SX-bLcYrMrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6imu8Er3MBo/S220/Connie33shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709495120600406575.post-4677197289410253889</id><published>2009-01-28T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:13:41.221-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet portraits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paintings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metaphysics'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTtTikS7A_U/SYCsHPT76oI/AAAAAAAAAAo/y5wuZ0HvVLo/s1600-h/Kai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296422402156915330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTtTikS7A_U/SYCsHPT76oI/AAAAAAAAAAo/y5wuZ0HvVLo/s320/Kai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Follow your creative whims, t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hey lead you not astray, for as you follow, you will be lead - to the truest bounty - the richest being Love ~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Guides For Truth" - Connie Bowen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This year, I've decided to focus on listening to the still, small voice within me and follow my creative whims. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As a pet portrait artist, I had always wanted to paint portraits of the German Shepherd police dogs. They are so regal in their stance - full of confidence and ready to jump into service whenever needed. I called the Lake Oswego, Oregon Police Department, my local police force, and offered to donate such a portrait to their K-9 Corps. What follows is truly a magical story of synchronicity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A year ago, my husband gave me a beautiful, framed new 18x24 canvas for Christmas with the idea that I could paint anything I wanted - no strings attached. I stared at that empty canvas for over a year. Suddenly I decided this would be used for my portrait of Kai, one of the German Shepherds on the force! I made an appointment to take Kai's photo, and in a few days his portrait was completed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;While painting, I had the fleeting idea that the local newspaper might like to write a story about the donation I was preparing. The next morning, my mouth dropped open as I stared at an e-mail from one of the newspaper's reporters wishing to write a story about me and my work. When I asked how he had come to contact me, he said one of the other reporters had randomly seen my name on a blog and recommended he write the story. He was thrilled to hear about the painting I was working on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;With the painting now complete, I called the Lake Oswego City Hall to arrange for the painting to hang in their permanent collection. I was following each step of my inner guidance as it came to me. My husband was so surprised to hear that I did not have this all arranged before I started the portrait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In no time at all I was connected to Diana at the City who assured me that yes, the painting would hang in their permanent collection. I pictured handing the portrait over to the police officers and snapping a quick photo to commemorate the moment. While waiting to hear back from Kai's handler as to a time when I could drop the painting off, Diana called back to say they were arranging to have me present the portrait at the next City Council meeting and the whole presentation would be televised!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;By following my highest joy, I know I can tune into the higher, finer vibrations of love, peace and abundance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;With blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Connie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http:/www.conniebowen.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8709495120600406575-4677197289410253889?l=conniebowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conniebowen.blogspot.com/feeds/4677197289410253889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conniebowen.blogspot.com/2009/01/follow-your-creative-whims-t-hey-lead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709495120600406575/posts/default/4677197289410253889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709495120600406575/posts/default/4677197289410253889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conniebowen.blogspot.com/2009/01/follow-your-creative-whims-t-hey-lead.html' title=''/><author><name>Connie Bowen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358749025246903759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTtTikS7A_U/SX-bLcYrMrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6imu8Er3MBo/S220/Connie33shadow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTtTikS7A_U/SYCsHPT76oI/AAAAAAAAAAo/y5wuZ0HvVLo/s72-c/Kai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
