<?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-4261510857360166533</id><updated>2012-02-13T10:27:01.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life &amp; Adventures of One Little Aussie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1330</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-4618369806577862445</id><published>2012-02-13T10:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T10:27:01.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gn_XNqOlEtY/TzkqdgIWoJI/AAAAAAAAATw/UMnzgA54i1M/s1600/WhitneyHouston11Feb2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gn_XNqOlEtY/TzkqdgIWoJI/AAAAAAAAATw/UMnzgA54i1M/s400/WhitneyHouston11Feb2012.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had an interesting epiphany yesterday as I was watching, with heaviness in my heart, the dedications to Whitney Houston (who, for those of you who don't turn on the tv, passed away Saturday afternoon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking a lot about how so many of us artists &amp;amp; musicians and creatives spend a good chunk of our existence working to try to get as famous as we can. I know for a good portion of indies that really means trying to get as many people to know what you do so you don't have to keep working so damn hard to get people to come to your shows and buy your stuff...but, there are definitely those indies who really just want a record deal and fame &amp;amp; fortune. I have nothing against that or those people that so passionately want for that but I just continue to realize a few things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No amount of fame &amp;amp; fortune will matter if you don't have your shit together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. That even WITH all that money &amp;amp; fame and probably never having to worry about how to pay a bill again, it still won't make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you take drugs and mix alcohol or just take drugs, or just drink too much alcohol...it will kill you. It won't make you happy. It won't drive away whatever fucking demons you think you have. You won't be a cool person that healthy happy people actually WANT to hang around with. And.....your fame &amp;amp; fortune most likely wont bring anyone but your greedy uncle Merty happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about the times in my 20 year musical career that I have wished for more success and more money. The times when I have looked the lives of people like Whitney Houston and Amy Winehouse and Michael Jackson (well, okay, his always did look a little unusual) and thought it must be grand to just be able to make and sing amazing music. To not have to book your own shows year after year or hope that people turn up or that you have brought in enough this month to cover your basic living bills or do you need to drop health insurance coz you really can't afford it any longer. In my head, people like those three just have to wake up in the morning and sing...if they want to. (Might I just add in these little brackets that I get that their lives are far more complicated than that...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the thing I know I have that none of them have and now, will never have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have people around me that I am loved by, people I can trust with my heart. I have a family that supports me and would jump in if I ever really was in trouble. I have a sweet home with the ones that I love and I have been fortunate in my life to be able to work through my stuff. Not for one moment would I trade lives with Whitney Houston, even before Saturdays tragic events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday night before the Grammys I was watching an interview with Adelle, who let me say, I LOVE. My favorite part of the entire grammys was when receiving the Album of the Year award, she wiped her nose on her arm and said 'oohhhh, snot'. I laughed hard and applauded her BIG (and prayed to the musical gods that she would always remain the same). She was talking about how she has been struggling with so much fame so quickly. So much so that she has had to devise a plan of telling her groups of friends different stories about things that are going on so she knows when one of them has leaks it to the press...then she can get rid of that friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me sad for her. None of my mates have leaked anything to the droves of paparazzi that sit on my lawn day after day...waiting for something juicy to print. And for that, my mates, I thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I realize my life has substance and adventure and challenges that make me a more solid human being. It has love and peace and art and community and real friends and a real lover, and yes I am trying to work out if I really can afford to keep health insurance anymore, but I am healthy and have respect for my body and for what I put into it. I have people around me who aren't afraid to challenge me or to kick my butt if I am making unhealthy choices. They would NEVER sit around and watch me party so hard that it started to destroy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitney Houston's money and fame is going to do her no good now and she leaves behind a daughter that she will never see grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart breaks for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank-filled for my life and the realness of it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-4618369806577862445?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/4618369806577862445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=4618369806577862445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4618369806577862445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4618369806577862445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2012/02/rip.html' title='R.I.P'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gn_XNqOlEtY/TzkqdgIWoJI/AAAAAAAAATw/UMnzgA54i1M/s72-c/WhitneyHouston11Feb2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-7977378695684779581</id><published>2012-02-05T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T12:12:03.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my new favorite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-op5BxorY9i4/Ty62M5SGrQI/AAAAAAAAATo/FuTjUp1XxOg/s1600/pro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-op5BxorY9i4/Ty62M5SGrQI/AAAAAAAAATo/FuTjUp1XxOg/s400/pro.jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-7977378695684779581?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/7977378695684779581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=7977378695684779581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/7977378695684779581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/7977378695684779581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-new-favorite.html' title='my new favorite...'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-op5BxorY9i4/Ty62M5SGrQI/AAAAAAAAATo/FuTjUp1XxOg/s72-c/pro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-6393400713237775217</id><published>2011-12-05T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:32:07.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;for a wee bit of music....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;This was some cell phone footage captured from our show on November 12th this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Somedays....for those days when you forget it all gets better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JOgyFPCf8YA" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-6393400713237775217?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/6393400713237775217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=6393400713237775217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/6393400713237775217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/6393400713237775217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-now.html' title='And now...'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JOgyFPCf8YA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-8856852060484000057</id><published>2011-11-29T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T11:32:11.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>These things.....</title><content type='html'>It's the beginning of the holiday season over here in Indianapolis and as I sit here at my dining room table looking out the window watching the sleet fall, a chill hits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an Aussie, born in the center of Australia, lived most of my life on the coast, had way too many sun burns in my life, spent one full winter ever in my life in snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it for a minute, and then it wears off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow, that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am. In the middle of what will soon become snow hell. No sun in sight for months. No coast line to run away to. No waves to frolic in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did this happen, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it all started when.........(insert long and winding story here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just happened (short story).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I sit here and write....thinking about the cold. A fire about to be built in the fireplace, surrounded by all the creative projects I have to begin now to fulfill xmas orders for people, my walls full of instruments that need to be prepared for their winter as well, a copy of the new Curve Magazine interview on my screen and music playing in the background I feel less like the rock star I sometimes pretend to be and more like the hard working creative individual I actually am. I want to share with you a new 'thing' I have started. It's called The Front Porch Collective...and really, it's just me and a few mates who literally sit on the porch and make stuff that we have started to sell. I just built us a website, and an etsy store and we are hoping as you start to buy gifts for your loved ones this holiday season that you will consider going local and/or independent and buying from us. All of us can make custom pieces too and all of these pieces are one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, warm your&amp;nbsp; heart and ours...and check out our stuff here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type='text/javascript' src='http://www.etsy.com/assets/js/etsy_mini_shop.js'&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type='text/javascript'&gt;new Etsy.Mini(6599590,'gallery',3,3,0,'http://www.etsy.com');&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-8856852060484000057?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/8856852060484000057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=8856852060484000057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/8856852060484000057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/8856852060484000057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2011/11/these-things.html' title='These things.....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-205722342067747177</id><published>2011-10-20T09:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T09:30:18.664-04:00</updated><title type='text'>November 12th....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_HtjtrdJKc/TqAg-pRT_YI/AAAAAAAAASo/JcsJmprHCDQ/s1600/timessquare.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_HtjtrdJKc/TqAg-pRT_YI/AAAAAAAAASo/JcsJmprHCDQ/s320/timessquare.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, THIS, is some serious promotion.....we don't do anything by halves over here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you heard it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 12th&lt;br /&gt;The Irving Theater&lt;br /&gt;5505 East Washington St&lt;br /&gt;Indianapolis, IN 46219&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martine Locke &amp;amp; Band&lt;br /&gt;With Jenrose Fitzgerald (from Kentucky) opening the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doors open 7.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets $12 pre sale through Brown Paper Tickets: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brownpapertickets.com/event/206120%20"&gt;http://www.brownpapertickets.com/event/206120   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or $15 on the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre holiday trunk show will also take place throughout the night with handmade holiday gifts from Martine Locke, Jamie Price &amp;amp; Dionne Ward. Check out &lt;a href="http://www.inthislifenow.com/"&gt;www.inthislifenow.com&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.musekraft.com/"&gt;www.musekraft.com&lt;/a&gt; for some of the items that will be available to purchase. Get your holiday gift giving started early and buy local and handmade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-205722342067747177?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/205722342067747177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=205722342067747177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/205722342067747177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/205722342067747177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2011/10/november-12th.html' title='November 12th....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_HtjtrdJKc/TqAg-pRT_YI/AAAAAAAAASo/JcsJmprHCDQ/s72-c/timessquare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-6331383384459442430</id><published>2011-10-12T08:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T08:49:20.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Representation....</title><content type='html'>Incredibly powerful and true....the best 10 minutes you will spend today to expand your brain and to incite a riot in your mind. Pass it on mateys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/18985647?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/18985647"&gt;Newest Miss Representation Trailer (2011 Sundance Film Festival Official Selection)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user2551167"&gt;Miss Representation&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-6331383384459442430?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/6331383384459442430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=6331383384459442430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/6331383384459442430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/6331383384459442430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2011/10/miss-representation.html' title='Miss Representation....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-2881504358206224432</id><published>2011-09-30T16:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T16:25:14.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love my job...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0wIQxiNDNCg/ToYlq6SoD9I/AAAAAAAAASg/iThah_d1pQo/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fc2hvdF8xMzE3NDEzNTk3NDQyLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-714947"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0wIQxiNDNCg/ToYlq6SoD9I/AAAAAAAAASg/iThah_d1pQo/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fc2hvdF8xMzE3NDEzNTk3NDQyLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-714947"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658251400969719762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;You know....you&amp;#39;re driving through Michigan on the way to a mates house for a house concert. The van is filled with all the gear and two of your favorite people...and you start to see winery signs. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So...what do you do?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well hell, you stop of course. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Aussie in me can barely pass a winery sign when I&amp;#39;m driving alone...nevermind with my wine drinking mates. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, here we are at the Karma Vista winery in Colma, Michigan. The new grapes are ready to be picked and we are all heading home with Michigan wine selections. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I love my job and my life. Sideways rain, hand made truffles, good wine, sweet love and friendships...what&amp;#39;s not to love?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Proudly Australian...&lt;br&gt;Fiercely independent...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;www.martinelocke.com&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-2881504358206224432?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/2881504358206224432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=2881504358206224432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/2881504358206224432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/2881504358206224432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2011/09/love-my-job.html' title='Love my job...'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0wIQxiNDNCg/ToYlq6SoD9I/AAAAAAAAASg/iThah_d1pQo/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fc2hvdF8xMzE3NDEzNTk3NDQyLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-714947' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-646082688641119687</id><published>2011-08-22T03:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T03:29:44.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MuMu....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KtHR2ZLckjM/TlH4EriQUoI/AAAAAAAAASI/N86E5d7R-rc/s1600/Video+call+snapshot+13.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KtHR2ZLckjM/TlH4EriQUoI/AAAAAAAAASI/N86E5d7R-rc/s320/Video+call+snapshot+13.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zXsXNUcNOXQ/TlIFCgwhJFI/AAAAAAAAASM/lidE-EldzLQ/s1600/Video+call+snapshot+14.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zXsXNUcNOXQ/TlIFCgwhJFI/AAAAAAAAASM/lidE-EldzLQ/s320/Video+call+snapshot+14.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aj-HhcUHWPE/TlIFLNohIGI/AAAAAAAAASQ/EioNLTU4N9A/s1600/Video+call+snapshot+15.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aj-HhcUHWPE/TlIFLNohIGI/AAAAAAAAASQ/EioNLTU4N9A/s320/Video+call+snapshot+15.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung out with my mum back in Australia in April and had the chance to spend almost 3 weeks with her and the rest of my family just chillin. For those of you that don't know, my mum was also diagnosed with stage one dementia around that time and right around the time this photo was taken (from a webcam session with my sweetheart Jamie, who got to meet my mum for the first time via webcam) she sat next to me on the couch, put her hand on my knee and her head on my shoulder and said, 'well, it looks like you are losing your mum.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have been acutely aware of the fact that my mum will die, or be taken from me,&amp;nbsp; since I first realized it when I was about 12 years old. That thought has often reduced my heart to a thumping mess since that time. Watching her get older over the years, watching her lose the people she has loved and have to move on, to start life again has been tough and heart breaking. Sometimes, I am sure it's the same for me now as it was for her when I was growing up. Having her heart broken by my choices and my teenage words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the four months that I have been gone though I have indeed begun losing my mum. I hear stories from my brother and sister about their experiences with her. The lies she tells to get more medication, or to not eat or to not shower. The frustrations they feel over trying to explain to her and to her carers, that she has indeed had her quota of pills (this after working out she was taking her daily dosages, and then some, all at once and telling everyone she hadn't taken anything) and has indeed had visits from them and isn't all alone, as she tells them.&amp;nbsp; I have weekly conversations with her where I sit and listen to the same stories again and again, laughing in all the right spots, trying to work out out new questions I can ask her that might help jog her memory and get her to know she just told me that three minutes ago. Only to find out later through my brother &amp;amp; sister that none of them are true. I feel bad that I am not closer, to help them through it and to be there for her as well. I hear their frustrations and fears around it all and feel pretty useless over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the only thing that has kept me here in the US over the last 10 years is my mum saying to me that she knows I am following my heart and doing what I want to do with my life, and for that she is proud. I know she has always missed me. I know she has always been excited beyond belief about me coming home to be with her. I know she has always been standing in my corner believing in my life and my choice to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am losing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact, I feel like there is a huge chunk of her that I have already lost in the 4 months that I have been gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to work my way to getting back to her for a visit as soon as I can but of course, an independent artists budget doesn't always stretch that far and airfares just continue to go up and often times throughout my day, I wonder if I am doing the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she still has time left on this earth, but in what form? This is what scares me. To watch her slip further and further into what seems like a horribly lonely, sad, confusing existence. I can barely stand the thought of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't seem fair.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;'&lt;i&gt;Old age is no place for sissies&lt;/i&gt;'&lt;br /&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; Bette Davis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-646082688641119687?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/646082688641119687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=646082688641119687&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/646082688641119687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/646082688641119687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2011/08/mumu.html' title='MuMu....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KtHR2ZLckjM/TlH4EriQUoI/AAAAAAAAASI/N86E5d7R-rc/s72-c/Video+call+snapshot+13.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-7279410717582494182</id><published>2011-07-18T11:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T11:46:43.894-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lufituaeb era uoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NFKG9WJT7iI/TiRSWcdZlwI/AAAAAAAAARw/M2Q-kDSoEBg/s1600/242390_10150194104669421_655799420_6753902_7504313_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NFKG9WJT7iI/TiRSWcdZlwI/AAAAAAAAARw/M2Q-kDSoEBg/s320/242390_10150194104669421_655799420_6753902_7504313_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, me and my sweet girl Jamie have been working hard on this new idea that we have. It started because I realized she was a whizz at screen printing and I wanted to learn how to screen print my own merchandise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...she taught me how to do it (and now, all the merchandise I have is screen printed, by hand, by us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We worked on this idea and called it &lt;a href="http://www.inthislifenow.com/"&gt;IHA&lt;/a&gt; - which is a sanskrit word that means 'in this life'...as in, fully immersed in life, jumping into every moment with both feet. That is how we both want to live. We also wanted to live sending a positive message into the world....even in our own thoughts and feelings. To live in love and kindness. She has taught me a lot about that the last few months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we put them both together...and this is what we got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u3qqXBH2oUk/TiRSdQM_RPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/eUQwejQOgkA/s1600/beautiful1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u3qqXBH2oUk/TiRSdQM_RPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/eUQwejQOgkA/s320/beautiful1.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This design is actually backwards (the photo you are looking at is taken in a mirror). The idea was that every time the person wearing it looked into a mirror, they were reminded. Another interesting thing has happened with this t-shirt though. It seems that people are turning it around in their own brains and when they see it walking towards them.....it reads, I am beautiful. LOVE THAT!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see something I help create going out into the world and making people happy and empowered is what I feel like I have strived to do my whole adult life. It's what I want to do for the rest of my life. In my music, in my art, in our t's, in my day to day relationships with people I meet....it is, in my heart of hearts, the way I want to be. I don't always hit the mark but it is truely where I want to be each time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....here they are, our new creations....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.etsy.com/etsy_mini.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;new EtsyNameSpace.Mini(12347355, 'shop','thumbnail',2,2).renderIframe();&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-7279410717582494182?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/7279410717582494182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=7279410717582494182&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/7279410717582494182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/7279410717582494182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2011/07/lufituaeb-era-uoy.html' title='lufituaeb era uoy'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NFKG9WJT7iI/TiRSWcdZlwI/AAAAAAAAARw/M2Q-kDSoEBg/s72-c/242390_10150194104669421_655799420_6753902_7504313_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-9065058433479611047</id><published>2011-06-09T16:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T16:14:43.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello wind mills...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uN61MieWlhM/TfEptGfA_oI/AAAAAAAAAQg/i4MQCUQXco4/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FMTMwNzY0OTYxMDA1MC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-783500"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uN61MieWlhM/TfEptGfA_oI/AAAAAAAAAQg/i4MQCUQXco4/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FMTMwNzY0OTYxMDA1MC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-783500"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616316065119272578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hello out there....seems my posts start lately with words of lament about how little I have written on here the last few months. I figured I wouldn&amp;#39;t start this post with that this time but alas, its what I think of as I type this out on my little phone. &lt;br&gt;I am heading up to Milwaukee right now to play a show at the pride festival up there this weekend. The van is full of stuff and people and I am trying to play dj on my ipod...playing Kelly Clarkson to a van full of haters trying to school them in the vocal brilliance of the Clarky.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s not working so far...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I should show you their faces.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, I have gone up this highway so many times but I always find myself thrilled to see the windmills. I adore them for so many reasons. They feel like art and a magnificent display of what human kind can achieve when they/we want. And they also usually signal I have less driving than has already been done...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Life is good. I am grateful. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hope yours and you are also...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Proudly Australian...&lt;br&gt;Fiercely independent...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;www.martinelocke.com&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-9065058433479611047?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/9065058433479611047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=9065058433479611047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/9065058433479611047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/9065058433479611047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2011/06/hello-wind-mills.html' title='Hello wind mills...'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uN61MieWlhM/TfEptGfA_oI/AAAAAAAAAQg/i4MQCUQXco4/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FMTMwNzY0OTYxMDA1MC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-783500' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-517440538392769330</id><published>2011-05-17T10:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T10:44:22.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NSfiOeZRzuI/TdKHt_rHqiI/AAAAAAAAAQY/b9qB9Gu8oj0/s1600/220786_10150181515490432_699865431_7224813_7511419_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NSfiOeZRzuI/TdKHt_rHqiI/AAAAAAAAAQY/b9qB9Gu8oj0/s320/220786_10150181515490432_699865431_7224813_7511419_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time between blog posts and all I can say is that life has kept me busy since the last one. It's always interesting to me how things, how creativity, ebbs and flows. I feel like I am being creative and writing, just in other ways right now. Use to be that I would write on here sometimes a few times a day, now I am glad if I can get it once a week. Change. It's a funny thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep saying to myself 'enough change already'...and then the universe, with it's wicked sense of humor, jumps in and mixes things up. I can imagine, with a wild cackle....interesting that I visualize the universe as a creature with a witch like cackle when it comes to change. I don't enjoy it that much, even though I feel like I facilitate it for myself often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life is grand....and hopefully has settled down for a little while now. Amazing shows coming up, a new live cd that I am incredibly proud of and people around me who I love and am loved by. This is life....in all it's glory. And I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-517440538392769330?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/517440538392769330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=517440538392769330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/517440538392769330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/517440538392769330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2011/05/dang.html' title='Dang....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NSfiOeZRzuI/TdKHt_rHqiI/AAAAAAAAAQY/b9qB9Gu8oj0/s72-c/220786_10150181515490432_699865431_7224813_7511419_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-4138286435457119849</id><published>2011-04-14T16:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T16:38:47.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's THAT time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iut7PjTkfHs/TadZBtrGwGI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hM1F4FO555A/s1600/IMAG0317.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iut7PjTkfHs/TadZBtrGwGI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hM1F4FO555A/s320/IMAG0317.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew back to Australia a few days ago and lay here, in my nieces Princess bed (yes, tis a sight indeed), living through my second night with jet lag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, its not so bad...I am just not use to getting up at 5am and can't wait to get back to my 8am sleep ins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's wonderful to be back in the homeland again, hanging with the family and eating all the foods that I have missed. My mum, Muriel, turns 80 while I am here and really, this is the reason why I am here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a photo no doubt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tgaQRn5EuFc/TadZ5D4U-JI/AAAAAAAAAQU/OF1J9zsFQow/s1600/IMAG0327.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tgaQRn5EuFc/TadZ5D4U-JI/AAAAAAAAAQU/OF1J9zsFQow/s320/IMAG0327.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only get to see my ma once year and it's tough. I miss her and I always have to go through a period of adjustment time when I get here because of the changes age is bringing her. She has just been diagnosed with the first level of dementia...which is scarey, for all of us. My heart has already felt achy to witness some of her fear around it and I find myself just wanting to remind her to keep positive and active and surely that will help, right? I'm all about giving space for all that we feel....and then moving on...but that's easier said and done when you are my age than it is at her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...here we be, in the country that sells bananas at the moment for $9.99 a kilo (almost $4.50 a pound). Eating meat pies, red snakes, twisties and cherry ripes (mmm) and hanging out with my mum as much as I can. Taking her in, watching her closely, re-learning her and burning her face on my memory and trying to have a laugh in the midst of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck peeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-4138286435457119849?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/4138286435457119849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=4138286435457119849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4138286435457119849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4138286435457119849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-that-time.html' title='It&apos;s THAT time...'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iut7PjTkfHs/TadZBtrGwGI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hM1F4FO555A/s72-c/IMAG0317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-9061406635109072021</id><published>2011-03-30T23:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:51:55.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>::open up anyway::</title><content type='html'>open wide.&lt;br /&gt;give your desires words. out loud words.&lt;br /&gt;tenderly gaze of the eye to eye.&lt;br /&gt;expose your craving anyway you must, under a blanket or backed by a rented band.&lt;br /&gt;reveal your intentions, clean.&lt;br /&gt;stand there, vulnerable, waiting.&lt;br /&gt;describe your dream, in detail.&lt;br /&gt;clarify what you're afraid of and give faith to the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;engage every cell in fiercely wishing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be seen. to be graduated. adored. valued. validated. met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment holds it all. give it then and there.&lt;br /&gt;even if it didn't work before, or you're not sure what will come out of you to make for something new. (you can't be sure)&lt;br /&gt;blow off the past.&lt;br /&gt;ask for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unzip the casing of your personality and let that inner layer feel the air. smart warm life.&lt;br /&gt;do it in front of another being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is terrifying relief:&lt;br /&gt;to merge&lt;br /&gt;out in front&lt;br /&gt;melting edges&lt;br /&gt;contributing&lt;br /&gt;punctuations of ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;everyday happiness deepening&lt;br /&gt;we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pulse open. open. open.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you will get hurt. shattered -- guaranteed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a glance will cut. denial will bruise, rejection will fracture.&lt;br /&gt;you'll cry. clenched. you'll be infuriated. you may choose to walk away -- agonized.&lt;br /&gt;leave. quit. swing back. shoot a dart of defense.&lt;br /&gt;you'll regret it -- more or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you stay there, closed down 'round your core, then you'll never leave the house feeling like yourself.&lt;br /&gt;you'll pad your soul with stuff destined for landfills.&lt;br /&gt;piles of dislike and complaints will heave between you and bliss.&lt;br /&gt;(bliss is possible. we know.)&lt;br /&gt;itchy. tight. foggy. this happens when the heart is veiled.&lt;br /&gt;nothing will ever be quite right, day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pulse back open.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do it to be it.&lt;br /&gt;lean toward.&lt;br /&gt;worship your precious impulses.&lt;br /&gt;focus to expansion.&lt;br /&gt;this once.&lt;br /&gt;open&lt;br /&gt;up&lt;br /&gt;any&lt;br /&gt;way&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Danielle LaPorte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-9061406635109072021?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/9061406635109072021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=9061406635109072021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/9061406635109072021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/9061406635109072021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2011/03/open-up-anyway.html' title='::open up anyway::'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-7059823168797220475</id><published>2011-03-24T18:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T18:57:04.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xt6rlGQxIYg/TYvL_4mUz6I/AAAAAAAAAQM/6RZkFyYLikw/s1600/physio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xt6rlGQxIYg/TYvL_4mUz6I/AAAAAAAAAQM/6RZkFyYLikw/s400/physio.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What your words were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine were: Beauty, Made, Passion....quickly followed by Pogo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-7059823168797220475?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/7059823168797220475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=7059823168797220475&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/7059823168797220475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/7059823168797220475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2011/03/tell-me.html' title='Tell me...'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xt6rlGQxIYg/TYvL_4mUz6I/AAAAAAAAAQM/6RZkFyYLikw/s72-c/physio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-1437414337884105365</id><published>2011-03-15T12:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T12:34:26.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here she be....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VttSAyLUaN4/TX-UW3XospI/AAAAAAAAAQI/sVozPucETyc/s320/livecd_web.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new cd is here mates.....she has arrived in all her glory and is possibly the most beautiful of her kind...oh, but what parent doesn't say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can pick up a copy of this 79 minute entertainment extravaganza now at cd baby. Also keep your eye on itunes etc because it will be there soon too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go [&lt;a href="http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/martinelocke4/from/mll"&gt;HERE]&lt;/a&gt; to get a copy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-1437414337884105365?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/1437414337884105365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=1437414337884105365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/1437414337884105365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/1437414337884105365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2011/03/here-she-be.html' title='Here she be....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VttSAyLUaN4/TX-UW3XospI/AAAAAAAAAQI/sVozPucETyc/s72-c/livecd_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-7507030467761472141</id><published>2011-02-08T10:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T10:57:38.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In celebration of a life gone too soon....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs472.ash2/74506_137245569661636_137245356328324_235051_6044526_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs472.ash2/74506_137245569661636_137245356328324_235051_6044526_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my friends Becky &amp;amp; Annemarie. Two sweetheart friends of mine who I met through music a number of years ago and who became mates. Friends I could hang out with in good and bad times, drink margaritas with, play music with, watch entire seasons of True Blood with, talk deeply about life and love with, laugh hard with, stain play gym equipment with, learn about gardening and vegetables with and hang out all day in my sweat pants with (and you *know* that's a sign of a true friendship.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In early October Becky was admitted to the ER with hip/back pain and in the process of trying to work out what was going on, they found lesions on her liver that turned out to be secondary liver cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Becky passed away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of trying to deal with my sadness around not only losing Becky but having my friend Annemarie go through such a heart breaking experience, I am trying to find moments to celebrate Becky. To stop in my day and laugh as I recall moments we shared and to say a big thank you to the universe for allowing me to go visit with her before she passed away. To kiss her bum fluff bald head and sing her a new song. To see her smile even just for a minute. Sitting here, feeling rather helpless in it all, miles away from Annemarie, I close my eyes and imagine myself throwing my arms around her and loving on her broken heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On February 26th at the UU Church in Woodstock, IL we are going to have a fund raising concert to raise money to help pay for the hospital bills that are still coming in from Becky's treatment. There will be a silent auction and a concert and a time to celebrate. If you want to come to the show, or have friends in the area that you can pass the details along to, we would appreciate it. Please check out the facebook invitation page [&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=105278312882874"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;] for details on how to attend or for details on how to donate towards her medical bills and funeral. Even $10 would help. If you have something that you think would help with the silent auction, please drop me a note to let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you probably didn't know her, but if you could just take a moment in your day to say thank you for her...I would appreciate it and know that collectively our energy will make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-7507030467761472141?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/7507030467761472141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=7507030467761472141&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/7507030467761472141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/7507030467761472141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2011/02/in-celebration-of-life-gone-too-soon.html' title='In celebration of a life gone too soon....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-3514735682615713389</id><published>2011-01-31T13:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T13:24:52.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The view from here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TUb-dWr19eI/AAAAAAAAAP0/etOmCtWQPVU/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1BRzAyMDMuanBn%253F%253D-792097"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TUb-dWr19eI/AAAAAAAAAP0/etOmCtWQPVU/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1BRzAyMDMuanBn%253F%253D-792097"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568417769549329890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Driving back to Indianapolis from a weekend of shows and friends in Chicago...mentally preparing for my first supposed BIG winter storm. 20 inches of snow expected and I keep hearing people talk about buying groceries incase they get trapped. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gulp.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And damn, I wish I had a hot tub....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Or some sun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My mum was talking to me the other day about how she couldn&amp;#39;t sleep because it was so hot in Adelaide. Hmm. Heat or snow...such a hard toss up. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Not!!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Give me heat any day...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;From out here on I65 driving towards a storm....god, so the story of my life. Ha!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-3514735682615713389?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/3514735682615713389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=3514735682615713389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/3514735682615713389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/3514735682615713389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2011/01/view-from-here.html' title='The view from here...'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TUb-dWr19eI/AAAAAAAAAP0/etOmCtWQPVU/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1BRzAyMDMuanBn%253F%253D-792097' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-183071957534981112</id><published>2011-01-26T12:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T12:16:34.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aussie Day in Indianapolis</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TUBW84UWzDI/AAAAAAAAAPs/gO_dCAFEE5Q/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fc2hvdF8xMjk2MDYxNTIwMDMyLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-794819"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TUBW84UWzDI/AAAAAAAAAPs/gO_dCAFEE5Q/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fc2hvdF8xMjk2MDYxNTIwMDMyLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-794819"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566544743339838514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Celebrating Australia day in the snow. We recreating our favorite Aussie foods, starting with cheesy vegemite scrolls......&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Can barely wait to eat them....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happy Aussie day mates&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-183071957534981112?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/183071957534981112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=183071957534981112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/183071957534981112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/183071957534981112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2011/01/aussie-day-in-indianapolis.html' title='Aussie Day in Indianapolis'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TUBW84UWzDI/AAAAAAAAAPs/gO_dCAFEE5Q/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fc2hvdF8xMjk2MDYxNTIwMDMyLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-794819' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-1736571744050991201</id><published>2011-01-16T00:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T00:02:31.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy day of birth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TTJ76KrRY6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/LP9T2eRF-OQ/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HOTU2ODA3LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-751667"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TTJ76KrRY6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/LP9T2eRF-OQ/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HOTU2ODA3LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-751667"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562644728984462242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;To Me...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I kinda wish I were sitting in this beach today, celebrating my birth like I have many times before. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ahh, but I have snow, surrounded by good mates and plenty of laughter. What more could a girl want?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Blessed I be on this day of birth...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-1736571744050991201?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/1736571744050991201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=1736571744050991201&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/1736571744050991201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/1736571744050991201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-day-of-birth.html' title='Happy day of birth...'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TTJ76KrRY6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/LP9T2eRF-OQ/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HOTU2ODA3LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-751667' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-6520918105333962149</id><published>2011-01-06T13:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T13:58:10.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TSYQw9EYbRI/AAAAAAAAAPE/5y2AtnhXZpY/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fc2hvdF8xMjkwNDQ1MTg1NTA0LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-790789"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TSYQw9EYbRI/AAAAAAAAAPE/5y2AtnhXZpY/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fc2hvdF8xMjkwNDQ1MTg1NTA0LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-790789"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559149223248162066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I have spent a good chunk of time, during my few weeks of feeling poorly, writing out my intentions, resolutions and things I want to manifest this year. Pages upon pages of things and then a few pages of things I wanted to leave behind, which I promptly burned. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One thing I want to spend more time with this year is redefining my spirituality. Since leaving organized religion I feel like I have wandered around a little in spiritual no woman&amp;#39;s land....taking a little here and there without really spending a lot of time working out what works for me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; I know meditation works for me, so taking time to develop my practice more.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know thinking deeply about intentions and that which I choose to put out into the world both physically and energetically, works for me. So being mindful and working more on developing that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Being creative is a chance for me to tap into my spirit more too.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Getting back to myself and my spirit is my quest. To stand proudly and unashamedly on my truth. To love and be loved and to know what I want and to be able to verbalize that proudly. Someone reminded me today that this is my life, that I get to make all the decisions and dictate where I go. That I give what I want when I want.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is all what I want..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What to you want?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-6520918105333962149?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/6520918105333962149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=6520918105333962149&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/6520918105333962149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/6520918105333962149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2011/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TSYQw9EYbRI/AAAAAAAAAPE/5y2AtnhXZpY/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fc2hvdF8xMjkwNDQ1MTg1NTA0LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-790789' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-260342670631261904</id><published>2011-01-02T09:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T09:21:39.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to know today....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TSCJ9PG6tPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/421zRP9BfwE/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1BRzAxNDAuanBn%253F%253D-799479"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TSCJ9PG6tPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/421zRP9BfwE/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1BRzAxNDAuanBn%253F%253D-799479"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557593625295762674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;January 1st, 2011....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1.1.11&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Weird huh?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, this year you will be happy to know is going to be good for the arts....and the 7 billionth person will be born. It only took 11 years for the last billion to be born. That&amp;#39;s some freaky shit and hopefully the two aren&amp;#39;t related. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But we all know they probably are. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Good year for the arts means there will be a lot of giddy artists running around....which means, of course, there will be lots of giddy artists doing the dirty (or the wonderously yummy, as I like to think of it). &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, my prediction for 2011, is that the 7 billionth person born will no doubt be sired by artists and will grow up to be a very happy, well adjusted, creative human being. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh...and happy new year, in the midst of this, possibly the most bizarre posting ever.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-260342670631261904?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/260342670631261904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=260342670631261904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/260342670631261904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/260342670631261904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2011/01/things-to-know-today.html' title='Things to know today....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TSCJ9PG6tPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/421zRP9BfwE/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1BRzAxNDAuanBn%253F%253D-799479' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-3573740959920534532</id><published>2010-12-23T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T22:01:15.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Solstice....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TRNjtZcuaYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ovxVBWDiQvY/s1600/IMG955784.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TRNjtZcuaYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ovxVBWDiQvY/s320/IMG955784.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been a long time between blog posts. The longest time every probably. Sorry about that for those of you who regularly read. It's winter here in Indiana and I am surrounded by more snow than I have ever seen in my life. Learning how to live in it is interesting in a 'do I need to buy snow pants, how do I get my car door unfrozen' kind of way. I have moments of being amazed but it and then moments of being just utterly pissed off and wanting to get back to my Australian summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here listening to the final mix of the new live cd...it's bloody fantastic, if I must say so myself. It feels so nice to have captured such a beautiful show. The audience members sing like angels and clap and whoots like devils....it's wonderful. Someone just asked me if the pre-sale is still going.....it is, and you can find it here: http://www.martinelocke.com/pages/presale.php . Hopefully will be ready for posting by mid February and then I will start to plan cd release shows around the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was solstice Tuesday night and for the first time in 700 years that coincided with an eclipse. It felt like a very powerful time to me. I watched the eclipse via a webcam in Chile (coz of aforementioned snow blocking the sky here) and felt in myself like it was an amazing thing to witness. I wrote my intentions out and mailed them to myself via futureme.org - it's set to send me an email in one years time. Such a freaky concept. Tuesday night I went to a solstice party and they had a fire out back for people to burn the things that they wanted to leave. For me, I had to burn things to do with my time in the church. Guilt and feeling responsible. It's very strange to have found all of that inside myself still after so many years being away from it. But there it was.....and there it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holiday to you however you celebrate them and I hope that you get the chance to take a moment and think about what it is you are willing to let go of during this solstice time. Things that don't serve you anymore. Let them go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-3573740959920534532?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/3573740959920534532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=3573740959920534532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/3573740959920534532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/3573740959920534532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/12/solstice.html' title='Solstice....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TRNjtZcuaYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ovxVBWDiQvY/s72-c/IMG955784.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-4284511694668661119</id><published>2010-12-09T01:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T01:25:51.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the days of our lives....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TQBvl3BjyRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1cknS1L8ov0/s1600/ee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TQBvl3BjyRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1cknS1L8ov0/s320/ee.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Edwards passed away on Tuesday from breast cancer. A lot of you would most likely know who she is but google will be able to tell you if you don't. One of her last quotes moved me deeply today as I try to work out where my brain is at and why it feels all so muddled with this life of mine. I share it with you, as it was shared with me, to offer a remembrance of the shortness of life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The days of our lives, for all of us, are numbered. We know that. And,  yes, there are certainly times when we aren’t able to muster as much  strength and patience as we would like. It’s called being human. But I  have found that in the simple act of living with hope, and in the daily  effort to have a positive impact in the world, the days I do have are  made all the more meaningful and precious. And for that I am grateful.“   –Elizabeth Edwards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-4284511694668661119?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/4284511694668661119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=4284511694668661119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4284511694668661119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4284511694668661119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/12/days-of-our-lives.html' title='the days of our lives....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TQBvl3BjyRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1cknS1L8ov0/s72-c/ee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-6475275893425190375</id><published>2010-12-04T16:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T16:31:05.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cracked....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TPqzGm63JfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/uNn_sIRXchI/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fc2hvdF8xMjkxNDk3MTI1NjA2LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-765816"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TPqzGm63JfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/uNn_sIRXchI/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fc2hvdF8xMjkxNDk3MTI1NjA2LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-765816"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546942817168205298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I get it. &lt;br&gt;I know how it feels. &lt;br&gt;Reminding myself of the old Chinese tradition of filling cracks with gold. That cracks were seen as a valuable part of the history of the piece that held it. Filling it with gold brought attention to the crack...honored it...made it all shiny and bright. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am choosing to learn to honor and respect my cracks. Remembering they are a part of who I am. Not to hide them away in shame or embarrassment. To own them. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gulp.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Maybe tomorrow I will honor them. Today I am a little weary of them. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-6475275893425190375?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/6475275893425190375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=6475275893425190375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/6475275893425190375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/6475275893425190375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/12/cracked.html' title='Cracked....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TPqzGm63JfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/uNn_sIRXchI/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fc2hvdF8xMjkxNDk3MTI1NjA2LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-765816' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-2075721197706445987</id><published>2010-12-03T09:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T09:53:20.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TPkD3dJyBuI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ILo8GyuvzGY/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fc2hvdF8xMjkwNDQ0MjQ1NDczLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-768581"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546468667336820450" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TPkD3dJyBuI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ILo8GyuvzGY/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fc2hvdF8xMjkwNDQ0MjQ1NDczLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-768581" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-size: 12px; margin: 0pt;"&gt;“I am Me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-size: 12px; margin: 0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-size: 12px; margin: 0pt;"&gt;In all the world,  there is no one else exactly like me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-size: 12px; margin: 0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-size: 12px; margin: 0pt;"&gt;Everything that comes out of me is  authentically mine, because I alone chose it -- I own everything about  me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether  they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my  fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-size: 12px; margin: 0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-size: 12px; margin: 0pt;"&gt;Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-size: 12px; margin: 0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-size: 12px; margin: 0pt;"&gt;By  so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-size: 12px; margin: 0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-size: 12px; margin: 0pt;"&gt;I know there  are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not  know -- but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can  courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to  find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and  do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is  authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought,  and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is  unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I  discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools  to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense  and order out of the world of people and things outside of me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-size: 12px; margin: 0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-size: 12px; margin: 0pt;"&gt;I own me,  and therefore, I can engineer me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-size: 12px; margin: 0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-size: 12px; margin: 0pt;"&gt;I am me, and I am Okay.”&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-size: 12px; margin: 0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-size: 12px; margin: 0pt;"&gt;`Virginia Satir&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-2075721197706445987?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/2075721197706445987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=2075721197706445987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/2075721197706445987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/2075721197706445987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/12/sent-from-my-verizon-wireless-phone.html' title='I am Me.'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TPkD3dJyBuI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ILo8GyuvzGY/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fc2hvdF8xMjkwNDQ0MjQ1NDczLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-768581' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-2224545676670822245</id><published>2010-11-30T09:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T09:41:19.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>look...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TPUMsLcEkXI/AAAAAAAAAN4/fXQzwKZdt4o/s1600/highway.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TPUMsLcEkXI/AAAAAAAAAN4/fXQzwKZdt4o/s320/highway.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;All this time&lt;br /&gt;The sun never says to the earth,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“You owe Me.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Look&lt;br /&gt;What happens&lt;br /&gt;With a love like that,&lt;br /&gt;It lights the&lt;br /&gt;Whole&lt;br /&gt;Sky.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Hafiz&lt;span id="goog_2027053841"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2027053842"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-2224545676670822245?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/2224545676670822245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=2224545676670822245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/2224545676670822245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/2224545676670822245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/11/look.html' title='look...'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TPUMsLcEkXI/AAAAAAAAAN4/fXQzwKZdt4o/s72-c/highway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-1039873255928109256</id><published>2010-11-24T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T10:47:21.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>to thank...or not to thank.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TO0qfdREaSI/AAAAAAAAANw/vUkp5Vq_3t8/s1600/om.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TO0qfdREaSI/AAAAAAAAANw/vUkp5Vq_3t8/s400/om.jpg" width="398" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's thanksgiving here in the States tomorrow and for such a 'thankful' holiday it's interesting to witness how much grief it brings people. Obligations and anxieties about family get togethers and how long to spend where. What to take, what not to take, what to wear, how much to drink beforehand....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like far too much pressure for a day of thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, lets not even go into the meaning behind the actual day. That's a whole other fucked up story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day, I am choosing to be even more conscious for the things I am thankful for. To have gratefulness in my heart for my life and for the people who love me. My plan is to take some time when I wake up to meditate...to reach towards something bigger than myself and just say thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then go out and eat, drink and be merry and laugh with people who love and are loved by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day of thanks mates.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-1039873255928109256?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/1039873255928109256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=1039873255928109256&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/1039873255928109256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/1039873255928109256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-thankor-not-to-thank.html' title='to thank...or not to thank.'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TO0qfdREaSI/AAAAAAAAANw/vUkp5Vq_3t8/s72-c/om.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-1640247407021513457</id><published>2010-11-20T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T12:00:00.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Non-Conformity....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="imageandcredit"&gt;(reposted from &lt;a href="http://chrisguillebeau.com/3x5/who-you-are-and-what-they-say/"&gt;The Art of Non-Conformity&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="imageandcredit"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you are &lt;b&gt;confident&lt;/b&gt;, they will say you are arrogant.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are &lt;b&gt;deliberate&lt;/b&gt;, they will say you are too sure of yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have &lt;b&gt;a sense of purpose&lt;/b&gt;, they will say you are self-absorbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you &lt;b&gt;know who you are&lt;/b&gt;, they will ask, “Who are you, anyway?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe in &lt;b&gt;kindness and compassion&lt;/b&gt;, they will say you are naïve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a &lt;b&gt;dreamer&lt;/b&gt;, they will say “&lt;a href="http://chrisguillebeau.com/3x5/welcome-to-the-real-world"&gt;join the real world&lt;/a&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a &lt;b&gt;rebel&lt;/b&gt;, they will try to shut you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The instructions include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;rein it in&lt;br /&gt;slow it down&lt;br /&gt;wait it out&lt;br /&gt;pull it back&lt;br /&gt;take your time&lt;br /&gt;play it safe &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;But you will know:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are envious because they want what you have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are afraid of change even as they crave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are projecting their own regret into resentment of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the others, well, you will remember what Gandhi said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;“First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-1640247407021513457?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/1640247407021513457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=1640247407021513457&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/1640247407021513457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/1640247407021513457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/11/art-of-non-conformity.html' title='The Art of Non-Conformity....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-161465668466650179</id><published>2010-11-19T13:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T13:03:50.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rally Cry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TOa6x9yfULI/AAAAAAAAANs/_ILuot9th0g/s1600/iyg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TOa6x9yfULI/AAAAAAAAANs/_ILuot9th0g/s320/iyg.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sang Hallelujah to a group of people last night who were gathered to show their support for kids who get bullied in school. To say 'it's not okay'. We lit candles in rememberance of the kids who have taken their own lives because of what bullying has done to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts with us. Us older folks, us adults, us ones who teach them ones to be different. It starts with our churches, our community leaders, our politicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts with us saying 'you are you. i am me. that's okay'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a freezing cold night and a few hundred folks stood in the chill to raise their candles high and I felt proud to offer my talent, to have it stand high too. To be part of something and some cause bigger than myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for having me IYG.....thanks for having the balls to put the rally together, to speak out and on behalf of all of those who feel like they have no voice....or no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-161465668466650179?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/161465668466650179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=161465668466650179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/161465668466650179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/161465668466650179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/11/rally-cry.html' title='The Rally Cry...'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TOa6x9yfULI/AAAAAAAAANs/_ILuot9th0g/s72-c/iyg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-5459949225477353673</id><published>2010-11-14T19:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T12:01:11.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the great big wow.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TOB_ismc-ZI/AAAAAAAAANg/llUCpxh84pc/s1600/sky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TOB_ismc-ZI/AAAAAAAAANg/llUCpxh84pc/s400/sky.jpg" width="398" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;i&gt;There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated  through you into action, and there is only one of you in all time, this  expression is unique, and if you block it, it will never exist through  any other medium; and be lost. The world will not have it. It is not  your business to determine how good it is, not how it compares with  other expression. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and  directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in  yourself or your work. You have to keep open and aware directly to the  urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open. No artist is pleased.  There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is on a queer,  divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and  makes us more alive than the others&lt;/i&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha Graham&amp;nbsp; (American Dancer, Teacher and Choreographer of modern dance, 1894-1991) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is too scarey.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is too much.&lt;br /&gt;There is a path.&lt;br /&gt;There is no crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is but a moment to stop and say, 'wow.......'&lt;br /&gt;(usually quickly followed by a 'holy fuck, look at that sky'....at least for me).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-5459949225477353673?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/5459949225477353673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=5459949225477353673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/5459949225477353673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/5459949225477353673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/11/great-big-wow.html' title='the great big wow.....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TOB_ismc-ZI/AAAAAAAAANg/llUCpxh84pc/s72-c/sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-3151708527551704973</id><published>2010-11-08T18:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T18:23:26.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Nights Magic....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aXAeFnlXTjk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aXAeFnlXTjk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And grateful I will be for all the love in the room...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-3151708527551704973?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/3151708527551704973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=3151708527551704973&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/3151708527551704973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/3151708527551704973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/11/saturday-nights-magic.html' title='Saturday Nights Magic....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-8453111885804491579</id><published>2010-11-06T11:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T11:14:14.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TNVwhrgI6-I/AAAAAAAAANc/G60w03f0riM/s1600/recording.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TNVwhrgI6-I/AAAAAAAAANc/G60w03f0riM/s400/recording.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TNVsTWL9zMI/AAAAAAAAANY/C6Xf_yBLw9c/s1600/stage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go people....today is the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...almost....I have to wash my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN I will be ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing my first ever live solo recording tonight. The show is sold out, people are excited, I am excited..and a little nervous. I have been working on releasing attachment to anything being perfect. The idea is to catch a live show..in all it's glory...and I want to remember that as I play, as I speak, as I be. I was&amp;nbsp; dreaming last night of things I want to say and hopes I have for the night and for what is captured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a dream that I forgot to thank everyone for all their work and promptly woke up and reminded myself that the show hadn't actually happened yet and it was okay... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I mostly want to forget that it's being recorded and just do what I do. Be who I am. In all my glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure more will be posted on here throughout the day, and if you are friends with me on facebook there are already a tonne of photos and video up there. I am blessed to have wonderful people around me as we all walk into this experience together and know that I couldn't be doing it without the talent,&amp;nbsp; belief and the love of all of them too. My heart is so turned towards community that I feel myself well up when I think and see all of their faces in my mind. How is it that I am blessed by such amazing hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...here we go peoples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you on the other side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-8453111885804491579?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/8453111885804491579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=8453111885804491579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/8453111885804491579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/8453111885804491579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/11/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TNVwhrgI6-I/AAAAAAAAANc/G60w03f0riM/s72-c/recording.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-5574234516036029915</id><published>2010-10-31T22:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T23:10:07.481-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Martine &amp; Trina Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TM4oAP5YorI/AAAAAAAAAM8/w5u6Wdsdghk/s1600/bpt_small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TM4oAP5YorI/AAAAAAAAAM8/w5u6Wdsdghk/s320/bpt_small.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's true. December 11th, the wonderful &lt;a href="http://www.trinahamlin.com/"&gt;Trina Hamlin&lt;/a&gt; and I will do a double bill show here in Indianapolis. We haven't done a proper show together for a while and felt like it was time. It will be my first show at &lt;a href="http://www.earthhousecollective.org/"&gt;Earth House&lt;/a&gt;, a wonderful community based venue here in downtown Indianapolis, that is an amazing old church.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the day in the same space is the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#%21/event.php?eid=155518057820306"&gt;3rd Annual Alternative Gift Fair&lt;/a&gt; where &lt;a href="http://www.musekraft.com/"&gt;MuseKraft&lt;/a&gt; and 30+&amp;nbsp; local artisans will have their wares on sale for your Xmas present buying pleasure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets are on sale at &lt;a href="http://www.brownpapertickets.com/event/133713"&gt;Brown Paper Tickets&lt;/a&gt; now, so grab your mates and put a xmas group together and come and be with us for the night for a lot of fun music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-5574234516036029915?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/5574234516036029915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=5574234516036029915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/5574234516036029915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/5574234516036029915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/10/martine-trina-show.html' title='The Martine &amp; Trina Show'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TM4oAP5YorI/AAAAAAAAAM8/w5u6Wdsdghk/s72-c/bpt_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-1360736700703432010</id><published>2010-10-28T12:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T12:24:26.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Art....and music.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TMmju2Qi6jI/AAAAAAAAAM0/fSdjsy1w9tU/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc2hvdF8xMjg4Mjc3OTA0NjgwLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-766431"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TMmju2Qi6jI/AAAAAAAAAM0/fSdjsy1w9tU/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc2hvdF8xMjg4Mjc3OTA0NjgwLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-766431"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533133642435586610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is my guitar, getting a beautiful new dress. She looks amazing, no?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-1360736700703432010?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/1360736700703432010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=1360736700703432010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/1360736700703432010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/1360736700703432010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/10/artand-music.html' title='Art....and music.'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TMmju2Qi6jI/AAAAAAAAAM0/fSdjsy1w9tU/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc2hvdF8xMjg4Mjc3OTA0NjgwLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-766431' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-3464156843851583419</id><published>2010-10-20T10:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T10:15:16.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Check 1, 2, 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TL718wu-EhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pmvpyyLoXhM/s1600/indy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TL718wu-EhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pmvpyyLoXhM/s320/indy.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a shot from the last time I played a show here in Indianapolis at the Indy Indie clubhouse. It's where I am going to record my live cd in three weeks time and no doubt, the audience will look somewhat similar to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been rehearsing with Dionne and my friend Jamie Price who will be sitting in on djembe with us for a few songs and slowly have been getting the set list ready for it. I am sure I should be more nervous than I am, but its just a live show. I know I only get one chance to make the cd sound pretty and part of me knows that I have to get myself to a place where I just let go of my perfectionist and let it just 'be'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a live performance with all the cracks, pops, garuffs, laughs, moments of blankness and spontaneity that a live show usually carries. And that is going to be a beautiful thing to capture on tape (or disc, as it is now known...). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show is pretty much sold out and will be filled with warm, loving, excited humans who are there to be a part of the magic of recording. Peoples who will bring their voices and their hearts ready to lay it all down with me. Then the recording will be mixed, mastered, pressed and sent out into the world with all it's character and beauty.....and it will be, as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that, I am tremendously grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-3464156843851583419?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/3464156843851583419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=3464156843851583419&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/3464156843851583419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/3464156843851583419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/10/check-1-2-3.html' title='Check 1, 2, 3'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TL718wu-EhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pmvpyyLoXhM/s72-c/indy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-590862472974458939</id><published>2010-10-15T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T14:29:12.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The path...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TLidebaqRqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5V9O5WQfoHM/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAwMDEuanBn%3F%3D-752254"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TLidebaqRqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5V9O5WQfoHM/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAwMDEuanBn%3F%3D-752254"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528341688678500002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I find that my path, my journey is never boring. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Never has been, never will be. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s sometimes beautiful, straight and clear. Other times dark, cloudy and unclear. Sometimes, its even beautiful, unclear and filled with leaves....lol. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I thought about that when I saw this staircase in Turkey Run State Park today. Hiking in the midst of.such beauty reminding myself to stay present, to breathe. The words of Pema Choudron ringing in my ears; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;As each breath goes out, let it be the end of that moment and the birth of something new.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know that my brain can get so caught up in the &amp;#39;what ifs&amp;#39; that I forget to pay attention and breathe in the now...and then look at what I can miss out on. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Back to breathing.....in and out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That&amp;#39;s all I can control...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-590862472974458939?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/590862472974458939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-650026644388169008?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/650026644388169008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=650026644388169008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/650026644388169008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/650026644388169008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/10/hand-art.html' title='Hand art...'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TK_w6HI3hNI/AAAAAAAAAMg/gLCb_VzUKM0/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDEzNjUuanBn%3F%3D-787589' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-1828696155714414209</id><published>2010-10-08T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T11:36:31.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Budget cuts?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TK86gFVg75I/AAAAAAAAAMY/5LRBfEqhado/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDEzNjEuanBn%3F%3D-791939"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TK86gFVg75I/AAAAAAAAAMY/5LRBfEqhado/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDEzNjEuanBn%3F%3D-791939"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525699590669528978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-1828696155714414209?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/1828696155714414209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=1828696155714414209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/1828696155714414209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/1828696155714414209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/10/budget-cuts.html' title='Budget cuts?'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TK86gFVg75I/AAAAAAAAAMY/5LRBfEqhado/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDEzNjEuanBn%3F%3D-791939' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-8730387374353867906</id><published>2010-10-07T15:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T18:29:50.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TK4fv94LoGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/a2AAvRXVwQ4/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc2hvdF8xMjg2NDc3NTQwNDE1LmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-707245"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525388701754695778" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TK4fv94LoGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/a2AAvRXVwQ4/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc2hvdF8xMjg2NDc3NTQwNDE1LmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-707245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As does it....so do I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-8730387374353867906?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/8730387374353867906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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title='The Adventures of One Little Aussie - Ohio Womens Festival'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-6172582201196069324</id><published>2010-09-24T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T12:23:50.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There's bikes in them there racks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TJzPzcEdlqI/AAAAAAAAAMM/v5oDCwiKil0/s1600/IMAG0270.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TJzPzcEdlqI/AAAAAAAAAMM/v5oDCwiKil0/s320/IMAG0270.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in Des Moines, Iowa last weekend and as we drove in there at 9pm at night one of the first things I noticed were the new bike racks that the city had put up. Complete with BIKES!!!! Such a crazy good idea and so amazing to witness Des Moines as it changes so dramatically. It's inspiring to see a city be so committed to art and fitness and to put their money where their mouth is. The downtown area has come alive with art and green space and of course, to me, it makes it a happier place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I am not getting to paid to promote Des Moines...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love to see how art can change a place and it's a great reminder too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-6172582201196069324?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/6172582201196069324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=6172582201196069324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/6172582201196069324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/6172582201196069324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/09/theres-bikes-in-them-there-racks.html' title='There&apos;s bikes in them there racks...'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TJzPzcEdlqI/AAAAAAAAAMM/v5oDCwiKil0/s72-c/IMAG0270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-4147711639623677396</id><published>2010-09-18T09:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T09:28:05.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wide open...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TJS-Zp7nECI/AAAAAAAAAME/IDQyMldKIgI/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc2hvdF8xMjg0ODE1ODM4Mjk0LmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-785922"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TJS-Zp7nECI/AAAAAAAAAME/IDQyMldKIgI/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc2hvdF8xMjg0ODE1ODM4Mjk0LmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-785922"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518244791397584930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Driving out here on highway 74, barreling towards Iowa City to set up for a festival today. I sometime wonder how many hours of my life have been spent sitting in a car. Definitely sleep better as a passenger in a car than I do in a bed most times. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s a strange grey day out here...the color of the sky compliments the yellow of the corn though and everywhere I look, it looks like a painting. The trees are slowly changing their colors and I actually find myself excited by the thought of fall and then...gasp....winter. &amp;nbsp;The fun aspect of winter. Talks of skiing, or learning how to ski, sledding and snow living sounds so exciting to me right this minute....give me a few months in snow and check in with me again....but right now, as giddy as a 5 year old!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Who knew.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-4147711639623677396?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/4147711639623677396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=4147711639623677396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4147711639623677396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4147711639623677396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/09/wide-open.html' title='Wide open...'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TJS-Zp7nECI/AAAAAAAAAME/IDQyMldKIgI/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc2hvdF8xMjg0ODE1ODM4Mjk0LmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-785922' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-2538532134630494854</id><published>2010-09-15T20:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T20:24:04.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My drum gonna make ya...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TJFjpYoZxhI/AAAAAAAAAL8/WIlY3jCKI6k/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAyNjQuanBn%3F%3D-744666"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TJFjpYoZxhI/AAAAAAAAAL8/WIlY3jCKI6k/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAyNjQuanBn%3F%3D-744666"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517300581143266834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Damien Rice has a song about playing a drum. It&amp;#39;s a hypnotic tune that draws me in everytime I listen to it. The music is intense and the lyrics seems to match the tune...even though I had no clue what it was actually about. I would sing along making images up in my head...or not at all. Just happily.singing along feeling the energy of the tune and the way it felt in my body.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Recently I found out what the lyrics were about and in some strange way I think my body knew it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Instinctively. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Go look it up, I&amp;#39;m not gonna tell you!!!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am sitting here amidst 9 drummers. All absorbed in what they are doing with their hands. Their bodies. Making music as though they have no other choice. It has to come out of them. It&amp;#39;s the only way. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It reminds me of the power of music...the power of letting your brain connect to your hands, connect to your drum, connect to the world. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bloody awesome.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Back to smacking the skin....(ha ha...oh damien would laugh!!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-2538532134630494854?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/2538532134630494854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=2538532134630494854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/2538532134630494854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/2538532134630494854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-drum-gonna-make-ya.html' title='My drum gonna make ya...'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TJFjpYoZxhI/AAAAAAAAAL8/WIlY3jCKI6k/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAyNjQuanBn%3F%3D-744666' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-3157802733464826425</id><published>2010-09-08T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T19:55:15.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music by Fire....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TIgfH-IO1UI/AAAAAAAAAL0/QUtDL-NmH58/s1600/musicbyfire.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TIgfH-IO1UI/AAAAAAAAAL0/QUtDL-NmH58/s1600/musicbyfire.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TIgfH-IO1UI/AAAAAAAAAL0/QUtDL-NmH58/s1600/musicbyfire.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TIgfH-IO1UI/AAAAAAAAAL0/QUtDL-NmH58/s1600/musicbyfire.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TIgfH-IO1UI/AAAAAAAAAL0/QUtDL-NmH58/s320/musicbyfire.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(photo by Jamie Price)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went camping this past labor day weekend with a bunch of great mates. The weekend was spent sitting by the fire playing music or sitting under the stars chatting it up. It was an awesome and awe-inspiring weekend in so many ways. I felt blessed to get to do it, with such an amazing community that I am slowly being more confident to call 'my own'. I usually work most weekends so it was nice to have a free long weekend to just go and 'play' and to be inspired to pick up my guitar and PLAY whilst there was a nice surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we are in Ohio for the Ohio LBA festival - check it out here: &lt;a href="http://ohiolesbianfestival.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://ohiolesbianfestival.wordpress.com/ &lt;/a&gt; We play Saturday night and will have a MuseKraft booth there all weekend, so come find us if you are around!&lt;br /&gt;peace mates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="uiInfoTable noBorder"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th class="label"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td class="data"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-3157802733464826425?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/3157802733464826425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=3157802733464826425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/3157802733464826425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/3157802733464826425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/09/music-by-fire.html' title='Music by Fire....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TIgfH-IO1UI/AAAAAAAAAL0/QUtDL-NmH58/s72-c/musicbyfire.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-9159647028827819204</id><published>2010-09-02T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T17:21:13.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TIAOwpv3pxI/AAAAAAAAALs/G9yTflgg-Ro/s1600/jam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TIAOwpv3pxI/AAAAAAAAALs/G9yTflgg-Ro/s320/jam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in rehearsal mode for the live cd recording in November. I am writing a few new songs and trying to lock down the old ones that will get put onto it. Here's your chance to not only &lt;a href="http://www.martinelocke.com/pages/presale.php"&gt;pre-purchase a copy of the new cd&lt;/a&gt; (and therefore help get it recorded), &lt;a href="http://www.brownpapertickets.com/event/124356"&gt;to attend the concert&lt;/a&gt; BUT...you can also help choose the songs that will go onto the cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me a note here to let me know which songs you would like to hear.....would love to know why too, if there is a 'why'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our good mate Jamie Price, djembe drummer extraordinaire and fine personage, is joining us for a few songs at the live recording. It's sounding bloody amazing laying her into the tunes and the energy is always high and exciting. Magical even. &amp;nbsp; This is from a rehearsal a few weeks ago....just wanted to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will surely get some new footage up soon and give you a sneak preview of what we are working on over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-9159647028827819204?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/9159647028827819204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=9159647028827819204&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/9159647028827819204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/9159647028827819204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/09/magic.html' title='Magic...'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TIAOwpv3pxI/AAAAAAAAALs/G9yTflgg-Ro/s72-c/jam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-5190138885270671776</id><published>2010-08-29T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T12:36:08.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankfulness....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/THqK7Mo8s6I/AAAAAAAAALk/seGKo_1no8M/s1600/lounging.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/THqK7Mo8s6I/AAAAAAAAALk/seGKo_1no8M/s320/lounging.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dionne took this photo last night before our show in Cincinnati. It was my 'pre-performance' nap, or catch up moment. Packing, driving, unpacking, setting up, sound checking, setting up, writing set lists that never get used.....this is the minute I try to take to let it all go and just be. To sit in the energy of the room I am about to play in and put my intentions out to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an awesome show.....if I must say so myself. I watch folks in the audience as they moved their bodies to my tunes, as they raised their hands above their heads and clapped, as they laughed and were silly with me, as they wiped tears from their eyes and as they stood to their feet in appreciation at the end of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am constantly humbled when people turn up. When they pay money at the door and come ready to be a part of something. To listen and to send love towards me and my songs. So humbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Cincinnati....and thank you to Ruth &amp;amp; Marsha for believing enough to put their sweat on the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this life.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-5190138885270671776?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/5190138885270671776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=5190138885270671776&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/5190138885270671776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/5190138885270671776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/08/thankfulness.html' title='Thankfulness....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/THqK7Mo8s6I/AAAAAAAAALk/seGKo_1no8M/s72-c/lounging.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-1624084935423340238</id><published>2010-08-26T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T12:06:55.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*stuff*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/THaDJPj0xJI/AAAAAAAAALU/0mtLWKu2XHM/s1600/freakout.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/THaDJPj0xJI/AAAAAAAAALU/0mtLWKu2XHM/s320/freakout.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.&amp;nbsp; ~Kenji Miyazawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just want to track Kenji down right now...and slap him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am going through *stuff* and I read quotes like that, I do. I know it's right. It resonates deeply enough in me to cause such a strong reaction. But still, I don't like it so much. The middle child Capricorn in me wants to tell him to shut the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of mates going through really hard *stuff* right now. *Stuff* that makes my heart ache for them because I know what its like. I might not be going through such hard *stuff* right this second in my life, but the experience of going through hard *stuff* is still close enough that I can feel it when someone else is going through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to help them fix it and I know I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to just make them laugh...and so that's what I know I can do. Anything to help lighten the load of the *stuff* , even for just a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that its how we go through our *stuff* that determines or shapes who we be in the world. We all have people that we know (or have known) that have become angry and bitter souls because of their *stuff*. Or we see them on the street, or driving a car, or in line at a store...you can see it scarred onto their face like a trophy they like to carry around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like such a sad waste, but I get that it's their journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times over I have pondered on the realization that fire can help create purity. Can help us find the things that really matter, the things that define us and take us one step closer to the real us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I want to hang out in the fire all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell no!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I get it. I see it. I feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the heat of my friends fires and they touch the scars left from my own and make me wince for a minute.....and then I try to help create a space that they can sit in to heal from their burns, or a space that they can rage in the fire, if need be. We all go through the fire alone....we may have people on the sidelines with buckets of water, salve, air, or a good strong cocktail..but, we go through it alone. At night, in the morning, when other people are sleeping, as we work, as we play, as we create...we move through our fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Japanese mend broken things they fill the cracks with gold because they believe when something has been damaged and has history, that it becomes even more beautiful. Not less. The metal is put through the fire to become pure, to become liquid and poured into the lines to connect side a to side b and then put back on display. I imagine in my head that it's put on an even bigger pedestal than it was on before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see my own lines of gold, my own filled in crack lines, my own scars and chips. I can run my fingers across them and appreciate the amazing beauty that they bring to me and to my life, I can also still feel and appreciate how they were created....and I know that they are there &lt;i&gt;because&lt;/i&gt; of the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can appreciate them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so much at the time, but now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the inside of my right arm I have the words '&lt;b&gt;this, too, will pass&lt;/b&gt;'. That is the one guarantee we have in this life...everything will pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I hang onto those words with both hands, repeating them as a mantra to my rocking self. Other times, it serves as a reminder that &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here.&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be present. To feel the fire. To choose to walk through it knowing that you will come out the other side...different, but alive.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how are you feeling right this second?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right Here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right Now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-1624084935423340238?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/1624084935423340238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=1624084935423340238&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/1624084935423340238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/1624084935423340238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/08/stuff.html' title='*stuff*'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/THaDJPj0xJI/AAAAAAAAALU/0mtLWKu2XHM/s72-c/freakout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-3064461799099779297</id><published>2010-08-23T03:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T17:19:21.488-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And so..it begins.</title><content type='html'>The live recording is scheduled for November 6th here in Indianapolis and amidst the excitement about the event and the experience of recording a live cd, there are 'things' to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of those things are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brownpapertickets.com/event/124356"&gt;sell tickets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.martinelocke.com/pages/presale.php"&gt;sell presale copies of the cd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do both of those things now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head [&lt;a href="https://www.brownpapertickets.com/onsite/event/124356"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;] to grab your tickets. A limited number are being sold through Brown Paper Tickets and others can be picked up at Bjava Coffee House (Lafayette Rd). This show always sells out anyway and will surely sell out fast this time....so come be a part of the magic and have your voice be heard on the cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cd presale has also started and you can read more about the packages available [&lt;a href="http://www.martinelocke.com/pages/presale.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;]. You can buy them via paypal or if you are in the US, send a check. Check out the packages first though and thank you for your support. It makes it happen, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, and a tonne of sweat and love that is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you are there....check out this funny video we did with Cathy from Indy Indie to advertise the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3A_gOFViLok?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3A_gOFViLok?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-3064461799099779297?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/3064461799099779297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=3064461799099779297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/3064461799099779297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/3064461799099779297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-soit-begins.html' title='And so..it begins.'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-4577975986399612319</id><published>2010-08-18T11:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T11:58:25.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The flowers 'know'.....you know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TGwCUvZKm-I/AAAAAAAAALM/5nC3-wD3xLM/s1600/shot_1282058784634-798759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506778999709932514" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TGwCUvZKm-I/AAAAAAAAALM/5nC3-wD3xLM/s320/shot_1282058784634-798759.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually do this, but this past year I have entered into a few different competitions. Song competitions, show competitions...beauty pageants...haha, okay maybe not the last one. Competitions of the musical kind all over the globe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't won any of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't feel good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact the whole concept of putting my talent, and what I do, against someone else's so that a third (or fourth or fifth) person can determine who's better just goes against a deep internal grain for me. Even as I was entering them I was reminding myself of that….and not listening to myself. &amp;nbsp;I had other peoples voices echoing in my head saying ‘you have to enter to keep up’ and ‘what a great opportunity when you win’ and all the other assorted well meaning, wanting me to succeed and kick some ass friends and supporters opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t this the way it goes though? We know something in our core but then we defer to what other people say. I think some of it is because I am scared of being the victim of my own opinions all the time and actually DO want people I love to push me to ‘get myself out there’. I was for a moment giddy with the thought of winning too though. I thought for sure, a few times, that I had synched it…and then didn’t. Fortunately I caught myself, most of the time, from going down the ‘I suck’, ‘I have no talent’, ‘who am I kidding’ slope but was then kinda crabby that I had put myself into the situation of even comparing myself to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My deep belief system is that every single one of us is here to fulfill a purpose of some kind that we can only do. That only I can do what I can do, in the way that I can do it. So there’s no point in comparing myself to other people…because they are doing exactly what they are doing, in the way that only they can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at flowers, and plants in my garden, and know deep inside that I am as unique and as different as each one of those are from the other. I have never seen two flowers that are identical…and nor would I want to. I sit here and look at the flowers in my vase and I am glad that each one is different to the other, that each one brings something unique to the posey. Each is beautiful and magnificent in it’s own right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-4577975986399612319?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/4577975986399612319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=4577975986399612319&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4577975986399612319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4577975986399612319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/08/flowers-know.html' title='The flowers &apos;know&apos;.....you know?'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TGwCUvZKm-I/AAAAAAAAALM/5nC3-wD3xLM/s72-c/shot_1282058784634-798759.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-613784511995708139</id><published>2010-08-14T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T23:46:10.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of One Little Aussie - Episode 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QX4lltRaeYM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QX4lltRaeYM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I am a little behind in footage...but better late than never, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-613784511995708139?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/613784511995708139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=613784511995708139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/613784511995708139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/613784511995708139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/08/adventures-of-one-little-aussie-episode.html' title='The Adventures of One Little Aussie - Episode 13'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-169949146694588689</id><published>2010-08-12T11:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T11:48:34.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Warts and All.....</title><content type='html'>So, I just announced the presale for my next cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next cd will be a live cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you just hear me gulp loud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure really why it makes me nervous, other than the fact that I have one chance to capture a tune that will end up being on thousands of cds in thousands of peoples ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....why would that make me nervous, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a thrilling experience in actuality. The chance to capture a moment and to capture the energy of a group of people who are all excited to be there. That's one of the reasons why I wanted to record the cd here in Indianapolis. Every time I have done this show it's been filled with people who are excited to be there. Who are excited to sing with their whole hearts (and voices) and are attentive and beautiful and an absolute thrill to play music for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to let them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want it to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...between now and then I will work on my nervousness and instead allow my excitement to lead the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I have set up a cd presale event to raise funds, in advance, to make this cd happen. Check it out here: &lt;a href="http://www.martinelocke.com/pages/presale.php"&gt;http://www.martinelocke.com/pages/presale.php &lt;/a&gt;. Tickets will also go on sale soon and I will let&amp;nbsp; you know where you can pick them up AND if you have thoughts about what songs you would like to hear on the cd, then please let me know when you put your order in. I wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace mates,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-169949146694588689?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/169949146694588689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=169949146694588689&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/169949146694588689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/169949146694588689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/08/warts-and-all.html' title='Warts and All.....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-8823872933232697080</id><published>2010-08-09T11:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T11:04:05.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Declaration of Principles....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TGAYL9Te_oI/AAAAAAAAALE/bWeBy7YZJzc/s1600/feather.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TGAYL9Te_oI/AAAAAAAAALE/bWeBy7YZJzc/s320/feather.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author Paulo Coelho, writer of one of my favourite books The Alchemist, has a blog and recently I was passed a link to his 'Declaration of Principles'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was immediately captured by the first one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1] &lt;/strong&gt;All human beings are different. And should do everything possible to continue to be so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore that idea and live that belief. I got called 'weird' once and for a while I was a little offended by the thought....and then I spent time asking 'well, isn't everyone like that?'....and now, I just proudly accept the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to be weird.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading his declaration got me thinking about my own set of beliefs in this world and how much they aligned to his. I think like minded people often draw to themselves other like minded people and it didn't surprise me how much I clapped my hands at his beautifully eloquent set of principles. Rather, it made me feel not alone in the world again whilst also wishing that I had've written them the way he wrote them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just make so much sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6]&lt;/strong&gt; Each human being has his own sexual profile, and  should exercise it without guilt – provided he does not oblige others to  exercise it with him/her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the debate around Proposition 8 in California over the past few weeks has been maddening in a 'I can't believe how much time and money people have spent over this stupid thing' (oh so eloquent martine). And I have decided that I am going to get a tshirt made with number 6 on it and send it to all the folks who have spent bazillions of dollars fighting for Prop 8 to be upheld....or should I say, fighting for discrimination to be a right. I am so tired of religious bodies believing that it's fine for them to stand in judgment and condemnation of the rest of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my brain is not quite focusing this fine monday morning but hopefully passing on this set of Principles will cause you to have a think..as it did me this morning. Thinking is a good thing....like with anything, in moderation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read more of them head over to here: &lt;a href="http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2010/08/07/statutes-for-the-present-moment-2/"&gt;Declaration of Principles&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See if any of them make sense to you and I would love to know what and why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-8823872933232697080?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/8823872933232697080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=8823872933232697080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/8823872933232697080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/8823872933232697080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/08/declaration-of-principles.html' title='Declaration of Principles....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TGAYL9Te_oI/AAAAAAAAALE/bWeBy7YZJzc/s72-c/feather.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-6360583431599503661</id><published>2010-08-03T13:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T13:03:48.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>L&amp;C=M</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TFhL9fOiQDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/orpnQ3KZ2l0/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzA0NDMuanBn%3F%3D-728921"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TFhL9fOiQDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/orpnQ3KZ2l0/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzA0NDMuanBn%3F%3D-728921"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501230464559628338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We just spent the weekend in Des Moines, Iowa doing a couple of shows and it just so happened that the OneIowa organization was doing a rally for marriage equality while we were there. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now Iowa already has legalized gay &amp;amp; lesbian marriage but it seems in the next election in November that there is some fella running for office that has promised to write the whole &amp;#39;one man, one woman = marriage&amp;#39; thing into the constitution. &lt;br&gt;Bloody tosser. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, here they are, having to fight for equality again. Or at least to remind people not to be complacent in their voting. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wish I could vote everywhere. I would just spend my days traveling around learning about important things, like this, and then just turn up and vote. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Coz you know there&amp;#39;s nothing worse than someone who belly aches about things and then doesn&amp;#39;t even bother to turn up to vote.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lazy asses. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I think this might be our Xmas card this year. Will make sure to send it to all my right wing Christian ex friends who love to think its their job to tell people how to live. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bloody tossers. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-6360583431599503661?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/6360583431599503661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=6360583431599503661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/6360583431599503661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/6360583431599503661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/08/l.html' title='L&amp;C=M'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TFhL9fOiQDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/orpnQ3KZ2l0/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzA0NDMuanBn%3F%3D-728921' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-1800979011965154338</id><published>2010-07-28T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T10:09:16.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The GINORMOUS watermelon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TFA2uEWBQkI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Q-HNz3txbns/s1600/watermelon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TFA2uEWBQkI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Q-HNz3txbns/s320/watermelon.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my first ever home grown watermelon. It's so amazing to watch it grow, literally centimeters&amp;nbsp; every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo is rather deceptive in that my watermelon is only about an inch and a half long (I know I am confusing those of you who believe in learning one form of measurement or the other...trying to keep it fresh people). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I rattle on about my garden all the time and people around me are likely getting sick of it.....in the same way people get sick of hearing about new children, or new puppies...I suspect. But in the same spirit shared by new parents and new puppy owners....I DON'T CARE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it. I love watching it grow. It teaches me about patience and real honest reward for real honest work. I sometimes feel like I work in a 'world' that has a skewed idea of reward....so this is a real balancing work for me. It brings me back to earth, gets my hands dirty and I feel true joy every time I get to pick something that I have watched grow for weeks and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;EAT&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...unlike a new parent...or a new puppy owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's creativity in a whole new form and I feel like this year has been all about that for me. Not limiting my creative energy to just one area. It's been strange, at times scarey, ego challenging and definately has given me pause for thought many times. At the end of the day, I feel like my world is more balanced than ever in the creative...and in all ways actually. I feel calm, I feel inspired, I feel loved, I feel safe, I feel like my input is mostly equal to my output, I feel in awe and I feel energized by this world I get to dream up and live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps soon, I will get to have a watermelon party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-1800979011965154338?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/1800979011965154338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=1800979011965154338&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/1800979011965154338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/1800979011965154338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/07/ginormous-watermelon.html' title='The GINORMOUS watermelon...'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TFA2uEWBQkI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Q-HNz3txbns/s72-c/watermelon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-1236052983685684512</id><published>2010-07-24T10:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T10:42:30.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>November 6th</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TEr71ns_CzI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tpL_kNgTjy8/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc2hvdF8xMjc5OTgyMTA0NDg0LmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-750343"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TEr71ns_CzI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tpL_kNgTjy8/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc2hvdF8xMjc5OTgyMTA0NDg0LmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-750343"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497483193768414002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It&amp;#39;s official.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;November 6th is the date for our live recording in Indianapolis. One night with the indy indie crew...a redux of shows gone by. A room full of amazing souls ready to laugh, sing and become part if my first solo live cd. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Put the date on your calendar now!! Will let you know about tickets soon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yay for us....now to dream and rehearse the show into being.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-1236052983685684512?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/1236052983685684512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=1236052983685684512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/1236052983685684512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/1236052983685684512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/07/november-6th.html' title='November 6th'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TEr71ns_CzI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tpL_kNgTjy8/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc2hvdF8xMjc5OTgyMTA0NDg0LmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-750343' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-3323235829515940622</id><published>2010-07-22T09:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T09:25:11.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunflower Envy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TEhGtzwv8dI/AAAAAAAAAKk/IYI8CDXmgH4/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc2hvdF8xMjc5NjYzOTYyMjQxLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-711264"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TEhGtzwv8dI/AAAAAAAAAKk/IYI8CDXmgH4/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc2hvdF8xMjc5NjYzOTYyMjQxLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-711264"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496721098008424914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sunflowers are my most favorite flower in the world. I have them tattooed up my arm, that&amp;#39;s how much I love them. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;These aren&amp;#39;t my sunflowers, they belong to my friend Beth. I have sunflower envy. I planted seeds everywhere around my garden and even though EVERYTHING else is growing out of control...my sunflowers are non existant. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Perhaps next year. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Until then I get to Ohhh and Ahhh at Beth&amp;#39;s sunflowers and their &amp;#39;volunteer&amp;#39; mates and occasionally steal some for home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-3323235829515940622?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/3323235829515940622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=3323235829515940622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/3323235829515940622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/3323235829515940622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/07/sunflower-envy.html' title='Sunflower Envy...'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TEhGtzwv8dI/AAAAAAAAAKk/IYI8CDXmgH4/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc2hvdF8xMjc5NjYzOTYyMjQxLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-711264' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-4708694127833094956</id><published>2010-07-16T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T09:03:30.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe She's Amazing.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qfcKvevod3k&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qfcKvevod3k&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this with tears falling down my face. The power of music and dance and beauty and good intention all together in one space. So powerful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more about it and join the movement here: &lt;a href="http://www.ibelieveshesamazing.com/"&gt;http://www.ibelieveshesamazing.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my friend Andrea for passing it along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-4708694127833094956?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/4708694127833094956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=4708694127833094956&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4708694127833094956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4708694127833094956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-believe-shes-amazing.html' title='I Believe She&apos;s Amazing.....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-5950804984240657364</id><published>2010-07-14T10:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T10:18:49.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of the whowho.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TD3HSQ0pNeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Qa-F3YC0Lv8/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FcGhvdG8tNzUwNzAzLkpQRw%3D%3D%3F%3D-729303"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TD3HSQ0pNeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Qa-F3YC0Lv8/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FcGhvdG8tNzUwNzAzLkpQRw%3D%3D%3F%3D-729303"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493766237029217762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My good mate Kathleen, or KC as I have often referred to her on here, is doing a ride across Illinois this week. She is riding at least 513 miles and tell the story of why at her blog www.spokein.com if you have a minute to drop her a note of encouragement, please do, I am certain it will help a lot. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I text her two days ago to ask her if her bum was sore yet because, well you know, these are the hard hitting questions I ask. She text me back to let me know her bum was doing fine but her whowho wasn&amp;#39;t doing so well. We got into this whole conversation about chaffing and such and as we were texting about it (kc riding on her bike the whole time), she looked up and took this photo. It was the town she was going through at the time and no doubt the universe was having a huge old laugh at kc&amp;#39;s whowhos expense. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Needless to say, I found it pretty damn funny too. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Go check out her adventure and say hello....she has 84 miles to ride today in honor of her nephew who is a cancer survivor and I know you will do her heart, and her whowho, good to hear from you. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xx&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-5950804984240657364?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/5950804984240657364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=5950804984240657364&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/5950804984240657364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/5950804984240657364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/07/story-of-whowho.html' title='The story of the whowho.'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TD3HSQ0pNeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Qa-F3YC0Lv8/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FcGhvdG8tNzUwNzAzLkpQRw%3D%3D%3F%3D-729303' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-2880536432064245828</id><published>2010-07-12T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T21:37:19.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my...</title><content type='html'>It's been almost a week since my last blog post....so "unlike" me. It's good. But, it's weird. Once upon a time I use to post sometimes a few times a day. It's not like I don't have anything to say these days, because believe me, I do.....I am constantly thinking up weird shit in a *pondering* kinda way or in a *wonder if anyone else feels that* kinda way and oftentimes I think about posting it out to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I just get distracted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems life is crazy full of amazing distractions these days and most times I am merrily humming along to myself (in a Winnie The Pooh kinda way) and then just change course for a minute and wonder what I was going to do in the first place. It's extremely nice to be distracted in such a happy and mind blowingly fulfilling kinda way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now....my life is filled with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ripping the crap out of our second bathroom to make it how we see it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TDu_KjG8mZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/fK_niNR097g/s1600/reno1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TDu_KjG8mZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/fK_niNR097g/s320/reno1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is it after we ripped out the tiles, the surround, the bath, the vanity and the wainscoting. (I will show a final picture once we are done). If you look back you will see our kitchen finale picture...that was pretty impressive, if I must say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TDvANli9ocI/AAAAAAAAAKE/qjmegy3tD40/s1600/tennis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TDvANli9ocI/AAAAAAAAAKE/qjmegy3tD40/s320/tennis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then of course, there is this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing tennis. Keeps me very distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have started the Midwest Tennis, Sushi and Sake event that happens once a week....sometimes more. Our mate Jamie plays with an ever revolving bevy of partners that either can't keep up with us or seem to just not come back. I think because Jamie keeps losing (ha ha, had to get that in there) she secretly disposes of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jamie with Megan, a very very...most incredibly...famous sand retardist. She is really quite an amazing sand retardist I have heard....and come to think of it, I haven't seen her since this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhh...and sometimes, there are things like this that distract me..: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TDvA_VcJkxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/nkoLFg3sa6s/s1600/turtle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TDvA_VcJkxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/nkoLFg3sa6s/s320/turtle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she/he amazing? We ran into the beauty at the Irvington Farmer's market on the weekend, which is our local farmers market. They had all these awesome animals to show....even a skunk, which I was rather distracted by in a 'where does it's smell go' kinda way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a ferret...which I have never understood in my whole life. Why would you have a ferret for a pet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So......many things take my mind away into many directions and I LOVE it. Life is crazy happy and full of music and art and creativity and hanging with friends and building community and working hard and aching bodies and days where it's nice to just sit and BE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blessed by this life that I get to live. That I get to choose everyday. It's the life of my dream and I know that there will be days when I am sore from playing music and jumping around a stage, which I adore, and then there will be days when I am sore from playing tennis or renovating the darn bathroom.....and then there will be days where I just get to breath and pick up my guitar and play a sweet tune for no one else but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with this life. Whoever I need to send a thank you note to, please let me know...I will make a really pretty one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-2880536432064245828?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/2880536432064245828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=2880536432064245828&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/2880536432064245828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/2880536432064245828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-my.html' title='oh my...'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TDu_KjG8mZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/fK_niNR097g/s72-c/reno1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-3083226181286626896</id><published>2010-07-07T20:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T20:32:50.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To drum...or not to drum</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TDUcskeovgI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OxEg_6sEgBU/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc2hvdF8xMjc4NTQ4NTU2OTUxLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-770702"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TDUcskeovgI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OxEg_6sEgBU/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc2hvdF8xMjc4NTQ4NTU2OTUxLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-770702"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491326872680185346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I am sitting in the middle of a rehearsal for the indy drumming group Ashre. They have so kindly let us, and particularly me and my non drumming ability, into their rehearsal night to learn and laugh and to continue being a part of the amazing community of them. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We have not so secretly dubbed ourselves the &amp;#39;cult of divine bliss&amp;#39;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have never been very good at drumming. Usually, when the drumming kicks in at festivals etc, I excuse myself. Mostly out of fear of embarrassing myself. But there&amp;#39;s no embarrassing here. It&amp;#39;s an accepting group of fine musicians who patiently teach me, or let me just be. It&amp;#39;s nice to have that kind of musical community. There&amp;#39;s nothing attached to this other than the joy of smacking a drum and making a loud amazing noise together. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s very liberating.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And humbling....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And occasionally &amp;#39;alternatively rhythmic&amp;#39;....or perhaps that&amp;#39;s just me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-3083226181286626896?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/3083226181286626896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=3083226181286626896&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/3083226181286626896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/3083226181286626896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/07/to-drumor-not-to-drum.html' title='To drum...or not to drum'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TDUcskeovgI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OxEg_6sEgBU/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc2hvdF8xMjc4NTQ4NTU2OTUxLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-770702' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-8859272876137563207</id><published>2010-07-05T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T10:57:07.858-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TDHwks5KrhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/wwRWt-HLLYw/s1600/drumming.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TDHwks5KrhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/wwRWt-HLLYw/s320/drumming.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So, I know this is a blurry photo and I am a little annoyed at myself that it's the only one I actually took but it just goes to show I was 'into' my night more than I was into documenting it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated our home over the weekend with a group of fine people who came to warm it and bring love, light and music into it. We sang, we drummed, we drank, we ate, we (well, Rachel) did lap dances. We caught up with old friends and bathed in the joy of our new friends and took a moment to stop and be proud of what we have created here. The beauty that we have surrounded ourselves with, both in our home and the amazing souls we are fortunate enough to call friends, is a blessing I can't put words to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel truly honored that we have found our tribe here in Indianapolis. That we have found it and they have found us and as I sat with my old friends and my new friends, I felt blessed and lucky and honored....and home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis a good feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you beautius ones....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-8859272876137563207?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/8859272876137563207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=8859272876137563207&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/8859272876137563207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/8859272876137563207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/07/home.html' title='...home'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TDHwks5KrhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/wwRWt-HLLYw/s72-c/drumming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-3525434493080215654</id><published>2010-06-29T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T22:18:25.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>perfection worth waiting for....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TCqmwNsbepI/AAAAAAAAAJk/UiAgEsTIxEs/s1600/knobs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TCqmwNsbepI/AAAAAAAAAJk/UiAgEsTIxEs/s320/knobs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'..they found it..and then, they waited..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's true that the things you really want are actually worth waiting for. Now, coming from a middle child Capricorn, that is a BIG....no, HUGE thing to say. We....well, me....is/are notoriously impatient. We/I want it...and want it now, kinda deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have so learned over the last few years that the things you really want...sometimes without knowing it at the time.....really are worth waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether that be the love of your life, a dream, a good meal, a piece of art, tile, an idea or.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a knob..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are probably thinking, WTF Locke...you have like, totally lost it...and all. Whatever. (haha....oh valley talk is so, like, um....80's).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's true...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found this knob. We knew we wanted it. That it was like a piece of art to me and my sweet love and absolute perfection in our eyes for what we were dreaming of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was one thing.....we had to wait to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, weeks......!!!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like we had to wait for our tile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like we have to wait for the beautiful material that will become our bedroom curtains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like we had to wait for each other....until the timing was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has a strange way of doing that I think. Making us wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe, with all my heart, that if you are clear..and open...and willing to wait but then also willing to jump when you know in your gut the time is right....that life will deliver to you EXACTLY what you ask of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our knob, is the perfect example of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's worth waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now wait.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-3525434493080215654?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/3525434493080215654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=3525434493080215654&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/3525434493080215654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/3525434493080215654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/06/perfection-worth-waiting-for.html' title='perfection worth waiting for....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TCqmwNsbepI/AAAAAAAAAJk/UiAgEsTIxEs/s72-c/knobs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-2221285874737085999</id><published>2010-06-25T15:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T15:13:24.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The view from here..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TCT_1CdUCYI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_Lmoj3AnosA/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc2hvdF8xMjc3NDkzMDA1NDU5LmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-704295"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TCT_1CdUCYI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_Lmoj3AnosA/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc2hvdF8xMjc3NDkzMDA1NDU5LmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-704295"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486791532702075266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Chilling in the sun under my tree. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tis a perfect day with weary, happy exhaustion to be laying out...taking it all in.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-2221285874737085999?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/2221285874737085999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=2221285874737085999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/2221285874737085999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/2221285874737085999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/06/view-from-here_25.html' title='The view from here..'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TCT_1CdUCYI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_Lmoj3AnosA/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc2hvdF8xMjc3NDkzMDA1NDU5LmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-704295' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-3363954552362425139</id><published>2010-06-25T13:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T13:26:26.691-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty...and tile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TCTj2OmAqfI/AAAAAAAAAJM/VUfJ89ryao8/s1600/tile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TCTj2OmAqfI/AAAAAAAAAJM/VUfJ89ryao8/s320/tile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to tile yesterday. It was very exciting and very empowering. This home ownership thing is cool because I do whatever the hell I/we want to our house and no one can say anything...but us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And very tired...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I laid awake all last night, after tiling our kitchen back splash, day dreaming about how pretty it was going to look...and then forgot to sleep. Doah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do that sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mate Dawn came over to guide us in our tile learning and was an extremely wonderful teacher. She even smiled warmly at me when I dropped the huge heavy ass tile cutter machine thing. Ahh, such a good mate. She made it fun and less scarey...and also very arty at the same time. She has been doing tile since she was seven years old (and boy, is she tired....haha...insert sound of slapping own knee here) and it really shows. Her ease and comfort with the process balanced our frantic 'ohmygodwhatifitdriescrooked'-ness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is our beautiful work....the three of us created this using granite and glass tiles (that we found randomly one day and had to wait two months to get in...) and it was a lot of fun to create something with my hands, other than music. It's very zen, and balancing, and unique and....ours. It's a reflection of who we are individually and together and that's the best kind of reflection to have in a relationship, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, sweet love.....and tile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh...and spaghetti squashes with faces drawn on them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....insert cricket sound here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or a photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TCTmQDauCRI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4yliQVRclDs/s1600/squash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TCTmQDauCRI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4yliQVRclDs/s320/squash.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell am I ever going to eat them if I keep putting faces on them??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-3363954552362425139?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/3363954552362425139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=3363954552362425139&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/3363954552362425139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/3363954552362425139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-learned-how-to-tile-yesterday.html' title='Beauty...and tile'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TCTj2OmAqfI/AAAAAAAAAJM/VUfJ89ryao8/s72-c/tile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-6932391740513926978</id><published>2010-06-23T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T10:29:34.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This weeks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TCIaT8F182I/AAAAAAAAAJE/1meL2SdDGJ4/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAwODguanBn%3F%3D-774684"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TCIaT8F182I/AAAAAAAAAJE/1meL2SdDGJ4/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAwODguanBn%3F%3D-774684"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485976225941156706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Colour. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Every week it seems a new colour of this flower pops up in our garden. It&amp;#39;s an amazing thing to experience the wow of new beauty and I have very...very...small moments of feeling bad for the woman who use to own our house and planted all these plants that we get to witness now. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So if any of you meet a dentist in Ohio called Helena...tell her we love her garden!! (But not so much the dog hair we keep finding everywhere...).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-6932391740513926978?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/6932391740513926978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=6932391740513926978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/6932391740513926978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/6932391740513926978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-weeks.html' title='This weeks...'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TCIaT8F182I/AAAAAAAAAJE/1meL2SdDGJ4/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAwODguanBn%3F%3D-774684' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-6928061753003927333</id><published>2010-06-21T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T13:19:45.145-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fasting...schmasting...</title><content type='html'>That's all I can say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those things that I got into the habit of doing once a week or so, you know, just to give my body a rest. But shit, when you haven't done it for a while, it really takes some getting use to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am not use to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel all crabby and annoyed. And I just want to eat a big cheeseburger. Mmmm...cheeseburgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know...I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will feel better for doing it. I know. Already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl is doing it today too. Which helps, but I think she wants to cut someone right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mouth is watering at the thought of a cheeseburger. Oh great. See what you started??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insert photo now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TB-fFHVByaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-YoGMPCOoHw/s1600/cheeseburger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TB-fFHVByaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-YoGMPCOoHw/s320/cheeseburger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-6928061753003927333?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/6928061753003927333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=6928061753003927333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/6928061753003927333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/6928061753003927333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/06/fastingschmasting.html' title='fasting...schmasting...'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TB-fFHVByaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-YoGMPCOoHw/s72-c/cheeseburger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-8612197267172750215</id><published>2010-06-16T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T11:27:42.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>gardens gone wild....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TBjn0wCGuEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JjSpoopnYz0/s1600/pepper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="5" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TBjn0wCGuEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JjSpoopnYz0/s400/pepper.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think "gardens gone wild..." would be an extremely sexy video series. I wonder why no one has ever thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My garden grew about 5 inches higher in the 4 days that I was away. I am quite astounded and felt a little scared when I first saw it. I figured the organic soil I paid lots of money for wasn't working and surely there was some secret growth hormone in there (yes I know, it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; working and things are thriving); or the over abundance of coffee grounds &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; working. I even had a moment of feeling overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of it all and in a moment of guilt declared to the universe that I would use the excess to feed &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; the poor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized yesterday as I stood there and looked at it all that I have very strange emotions around a garden.&amp;nbsp; After a number of years of not even having to be responsible for an indoor house plant I figured I had probably 'done something wrong'. Like my garden growing to extreme levels was some how my fault and terribly irresponsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, sounds bizarre, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is what it is and it was what it was and I just watched the emotions and the feelings gently and then laughed at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then got to work weeding and staking and giving things room to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a big thing in my world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making&lt;br /&gt;sure&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;has&lt;br /&gt;room&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned a lot about that idea in the studio. Recording songs  and laying down instrument parts and vocal parts and &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; being mindful that  everything has room to breathe, to stand on it's own, to be allowed to shine and exist on and IN it's own right. And I know I have translated that idea into my daily world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it be me or my sweetheart or my friends...or my songs, or my guitar playing, or my art.....or my home or my body and yes, my garden too. I believe EVERYTHING in this world, alive or not, needs to actually have room to breathe...to have air around it and in it. I know that air is what sustains us and my garden, but I believe it actually sustains everything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving a beautiful piece of art enough space and air to shine makes that piece of art look completely different than it did a minute ago on a wall filled with a hundred other pieces of art crammed together. Music takes on new life when given a minute to exist, our bodies and our minds change when we take a moment to breathe air deeply into our lungs and release, truth comes out when air is blown through a lie, fake people fall when they are breathed upon and gardens produce and dance like super human 5 years olds when given air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not have done a great job with what I initially planted in my garden, I may have planted too much all at once because I was excited. But really, whose to say? The proof will surely come in the pudding as my mumma says....or in the case, it will come in what gets produced and I will learn for next year...and the year after...and the year after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, me and my garden are giddy 5 year olds.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-8612197267172750215?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/8612197267172750215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=8612197267172750215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/8612197267172750215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/8612197267172750215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/06/gardens-gone-wild.html' title='gardens gone wild....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TBjn0wCGuEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JjSpoopnYz0/s72-c/pepper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-7410527037883720609</id><published>2010-06-14T16:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T16:35:40.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The view from here..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TBaSnEjdHuI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kA3Hr8INskk/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc2hvdF8xMjc2NTI3NTEwMzY5LmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-740099"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TBaSnEjdHuI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kA3Hr8INskk/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc2hvdF8xMjc2NTI3NTEwMzY5LmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-740099"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482730796305161954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This was my view this morning out the back of our friends Suz and Kel&amp;#39;s house. If this was a fully interactive blog you would be able to hear the bazillion frogs in this lake. It&amp;#39;s a very bizarre sound but one I always associate with a relaxing space. The first time I stayed with them I was giddy like a child at the noises and would sit out here and laugh every few minutes at a new sound they would make. I love the way nature has the ability to make us feel so many emotions. Well, at least it does me. I sit in awe of it often. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We are still a few hours away from home after a wildly successful weekend in Milwaukee. It was one of those weekends where you work your ass off and feel like what you got back was equal....very rewarding and inspiring.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now we have a bit of time to relax, play with our mates at home (licking my lips as I think about ginger margaritas) and get creative all over again. I have two new songs in the works, d is trading djembe lessons for drum lessons, my garden is growing so insanely fast that I am certain to pluck something from it this week and we have a whole slew of custom orders to make. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I live in a constant state of gratefulness and wonder. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;How is it that I get to live this life? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;How is it that I get to sit and listen to frogs?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-7410527037883720609?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/7410527037883720609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=7410527037883720609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/7410527037883720609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/7410527037883720609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/06/view-from-here.html' title='The view from here..'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TBaSnEjdHuI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kA3Hr8INskk/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc2hvdF8xMjc2NTI3NTEwMzY5LmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-740099' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-4629389342898596444</id><published>2010-06-08T07:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T07:43:45.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of One Little Aussie - Episode 12</title><content type='html'>Oopsey...someone just reminded me that I actually forgot to post this video here, to my blog. Doah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is. The last installment. Another one will hopefully be up soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZVcQusZIhpU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZVcQusZIhpU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-4629389342898596444?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/4629389342898596444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=4629389342898596444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4629389342898596444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4629389342898596444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/06/adventures-of-one-little-aussie-episode.html' title='The Adventures of One Little Aussie - Episode 12'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-1605665742784088737</id><published>2010-06-06T18:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T18:23:12.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What awaits...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TAwf0ECpCAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/9wF6zdK9D_E/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FMjgzNTdfNDAwNjMyNjA5NDIwXzY1NTc5OTQyMF8zOTk0ODIxXzgwNTkxMzZfbi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-792903"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TAwf0ECpCAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/9wF6zdK9D_E/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FMjgzNTdfNDAwNjMyNjA5NDIwXzY1NTc5OTQyMF8zOTk0ODIxXzgwNTkxMzZfbi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-792903"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479789825901529090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We are driving home in the rain after a wet weekend in Michigan. Seriously water logged and weary. We were at the Mt Clemens art fair in Michigan this weekend and after a long four days, we just want to be home. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Especially since we were sent this photo of what awaits us. We have this fantastic group of people we have fallen in with in our neighbourhood. Artistic, cheeky, warm, kind, belly laughing funny and generous souls who do things like pick the cherries from our tree and then make us cherry pies. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Like this one. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Our friend, and master drummer and maker of all things with cherries in them, Jamie, sent us this. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A photo of our soon to be cherry pie. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I can&amp;#39;t even tell you how happy this makes me feel and how much more it makes us want to be home NOW.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Never mind the fact that they are all just starting a margarita throw down that we are also trying to get home to partake of. We havent been a part of their.community for very long but miss them all already.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Life sure doesn&amp;#39;t suck when you are blessed with such people. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-1605665742784088737?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/1605665742784088737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=1605665742784088737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/1605665742784088737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/1605665742784088737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-awaits.html' title='What awaits...'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TAwf0ECpCAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/9wF6zdK9D_E/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FMjgzNTdfNDAwNjMyNjA5NDIwXzY1NTc5OTQyMF8zOTk0ODIxXzgwNTkxMzZfbi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-792903' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-3669995336318033753</id><published>2010-06-01T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:30:45.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a stage and it's story....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TAXAv3PlSBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/uvOvMPjNT7c/s1600/IMAG0011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TAXAv3PlSBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/uvOvMPjNT7c/s320/IMAG0011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think every stage has a story to tell. Oftentimes I need to stand on one for a long time while I sound check and sometimes that time is spent just waiting....so, it gives me time to look around and have a think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often think it's quite beautiful actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about a stage being marked out that inspires me, excites me, makes me realize I am not alone. And of course, it's just pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the stage at Virginia Women's Music Festival on the weekend and as you can probably tell, it was pretty organized. A great crew of women took great care of us. You know it's good when hours before performance someone asks you if you need 'room temperature water' and 'towels'. Seriously, these things make a difference to a show. Especially an outdoor one in the middle of a hot day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a good crew of people out there and I always feel so in awe of the work they all do....and feel so honoured by the chance to be looked after by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you, it would have been shitty without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps....the Lilith competition is still an unknown right now. We moved from #1 to #2 to #1 to #3 all within 12 hours. Still means we have a shot at being in the running for a performance and we are visualizing like mad.....see us performing there!!! Please, it will help!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-3669995336318033753?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/3669995336318033753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=3669995336318033753&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/3669995336318033753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/3669995336318033753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/06/stage-and-its-story.html' title='a stage and it&apos;s story....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TAXAv3PlSBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/uvOvMPjNT7c/s72-c/IMAG0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-1934246075318786048</id><published>2010-05-30T12:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T12:30:23.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Help...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TAKSn30QqpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/tfRmATCrW34/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc2hvdF8xMjc1MjM1OTY4NzQ2LmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-723394"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TAKSn30QqpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/tfRmATCrW34/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc2hvdF8xMjc1MjM1OTY4NzQ2LmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-723394"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477101310531644050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here we be. In the middle of Kent Store, Virginia. It&amp;#39;s 92 degrees.90% humidity. We are sweating our asses off. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And its the final 12 hours of the Lilith Fair competition. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We are in the final top 10 and keep moving from #1 to #2 and back again...and need your help to get us back to #1. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourstage.com/contests/3995-lilith-local-talent-search-indianapolis"&gt;http://www.ourstage.com/contests/3995-lilith-local-talent-search-indianapolis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Set up an account, takes a minute. Hit the judge tab. Listen to 15 secs of each artist only once. Click through the votes until my cd comes up and give it the highest score you can. And keep voting, as we will come up more than once, through all 45 rounds and know that we send you abundant thank yous. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12 hours left. That&amp;#39;s it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-1934246075318786048?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/1934246075318786048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=1934246075318786048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/1934246075318786048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/1934246075318786048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/05/help.html' title='Help...'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/TAKSn30QqpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/tfRmATCrW34/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc2hvdF8xMjc1MjM1OTY4NzQ2LmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-723394' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-5015882777672967730</id><published>2010-05-25T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T10:51:57.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>....finding a way to live differently</title><content type='html'>"radically bring about a transformation of the mind...to not accept things as they are...but to understand it, to go into it, exact it, give your heart and mind into finding a way to live differently. But, that depends on you...and not somebody else."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Zeitgeist: Addendum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started watching the movie below this morning over a cup of coffee. I couldn't sit and watch the whole thing because of time but I know I am going to want to sit down and watch it fully, to understand it. The whole BP fiasco is pissing me off on a whole new level and I just don't want to sit around and wallow in the thought process that nothing I do will make a difference...that its too big and too scarey or that nothing ever changes. That kind of thinking creates complacency and is exactly what the powers that be would love. That way, they can go about their dirty business and we will all keep quiet...letting them line their pockets with the blood of our earth, with the sweat of the people who have gone before us and the people that are out there working for them...sitting in their fucking gold lined offices, probably smoking cigars and laughing it all off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell is too nice a concept for those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a believer that conversation and engaging with people helps us create change in ourselves and so am grateful that this movie was suggested to me. To at least keep me learning and open and aware and to give ideas about what I actually can do on my own 'martine level'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's two hours long but hopefully a lifetime of change will come from that two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id=VideoPlayback src=http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=7065205277695921912&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=true style=width:400px;height:326px allowFullScreen=true allowScriptAccess=always type=application/x-shockwave-flash&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-5015882777672967730?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/5015882777672967730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=5015882777672967730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/5015882777672967730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/5015882777672967730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/05/finding-way-to-live-differently.html' title='....finding a way to live differently'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-7335671438596565982</id><published>2010-05-22T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T21:10:01.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The things you see...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S_f3VcfyxiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Rr_Ic1WzemE/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAxODQuanBn%3F%3D-708775"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474115819890984482" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S_f3VcfyxiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Rr_Ic1WzemE/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAxODQuanBn%3F%3D-708775" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Representing domestic chickens everywhere....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mate Gini just happened to be here....at earth day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahmmm....and ps, Gini, your chicken zipper is down&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-7335671438596565982?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/7335671438596565982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=7335671438596565982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/7335671438596565982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/7335671438596565982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/05/things-you-see.html' title='The things you see...'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S_f3VcfyxiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Rr_Ic1WzemE/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAxODQuanBn%3F%3D-708775' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-1274898352765888461</id><published>2010-05-21T18:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T18:53:59.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...change</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S_cPB9_SuEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/L4qTwdT9IfU/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc2hvdF8xMjc0NDgxODczODY1LmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-739607"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S_cPB9_SuEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/L4qTwdT9IfU/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc2hvdF8xMjc0NDgxODczODY1LmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-739607"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473860398586443842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I am realizing with the over taking of Facebook that I *think* I am writing on my blog a lot more than I actually am. Instead of sending notes here, I seem to be sending them more. That&amp;#39;s fine though, change is good and necessary and all that stuff.....I know, deep huh??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am also not sitting in the van for days as much anymore....like I am right now. Seems this is what I do when we are driving to the next show...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, here we both are. Driving. Heading up to Joliet for shows this weekend...or first time in Illinois this year. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;See....that&amp;#39;s different too!! Use to be that I had hit IL at least twice by now....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ahh yes, change. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What would we do without it?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-1274898352765888461?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/1274898352765888461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=1274898352765888461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/1274898352765888461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/1274898352765888461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/05/change.html' title='...change'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S_cPB9_SuEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/L4qTwdT9IfU/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc2hvdF8xMjc0NDgxODczODY1LmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-739607' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-3772345713791914926</id><published>2010-05-18T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T14:32:44.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.....the most beautius garden in the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S_LZrxoWoFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OdRvJT7euUw/s1600/garden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S_LZrxoWoFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OdRvJT7euUw/s320/garden.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have been working on my garden a lot the last two weeks. Trying to get everything planted knowing that we were starting to head out on the road more and that time would be limited for a few months.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am happy to say, she's planted...she's growing and wow, does she look beautiful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I think I would have to say it's the most beautiful garden I have ever seen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And yes, I know I am bias. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This whole 'making home' thing has been good for my soul. Good for the balance of my being, it seems. It's also a little worrisome as I woke up the first day on the last tour and realized that I missed our home. That I had started to get really attached to it, which...you know, is not necessarily good for someone who tours for a living.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have had to get use to the feeling of 'missing' a lot over the last 12 years so you would think that I was use to it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But...nope, not so much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It still pangs as hard as it always has. Whether it's people, places, events or now....my garden and my home....it still aches.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That's okay though because I have realized that I would rather feel everything deeply, truthfully and respectfully, than not at all. Tis no life to live with no feeling, or with a feeling of indifference towards things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Do you think if I look at it hard enough, something will grow enough for me to pick it and taste it before I leave again on Friday??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;xxM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-3772345713791914926?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/3772345713791914926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=3772345713791914926&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/3772345713791914926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/3772345713791914926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/05/most-beautius-garden-in-world.html' title='.....the most beautius garden in the world'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S_LZrxoWoFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OdRvJT7euUw/s72-c/garden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-6716282511242437651</id><published>2010-05-13T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T23:08:26.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YES!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S-y7lKxbDQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Ka7cngtd45E/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S-y7lKxbDQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Ka7cngtd45E/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;photo stolen from Jamie Price....thanks mate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those days when you have a long list of things to do. Things to finish. Things to start. Things to sit and think about a little longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then something happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that changes everything. None of those things on your list gets done (or hardly any of them) but you really just dont care because the thing you DID do ended up being the greatest thing you could have actually done with the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know THOSE days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one of those days today........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 'to do' list sitting in my head. A moment with some new friends that was one thing and ended up turning into something else entirely. Something amazing and magical and more unique than anything else in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those days.....and here is a little moment of evidence to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of our new friends here in Indianapolis. Friends that we have magically fallen in with, friends who surely heard the universe whispering into their ears and who came and found us and swept us up into their gracious, honest, welcoming arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our afternoon was spent swapping stories and playing music and drinking margaritas and laughing enormously...and it all happened because we were all willing, in that moment, to be spontaneous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment where we all said...YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(or 'fuck, yeah'...as I would say)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-6716282511242437651?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/6716282511242437651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=6716282511242437651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/6716282511242437651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/6716282511242437651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/05/yes.html' title='YES!!!'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S-y7lKxbDQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Ka7cngtd45E/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-8889532061823490764</id><published>2010-05-10T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T23:16:02.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Help us get onto the Lilith Stage!</title><content type='html'>Okay....heres the 411....THIS IS NOT AN INVITE TO THE GIG....just an invite to vote for us TO GET THE GIG!! We have been floating around in the top 10 since it started and need to remain up there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lot to ask, I know, but leave us a note on the fan page to let us know you voted and we will pick someone's name out of a hat and send that person a copy of the last 5 cds, a tshirt and a rocker girlie Musekraft piece as a thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contest is split up into three rounds of voting. The first round is May 1st May 24th to select the Top 20. &lt;br /&gt;If Martine makes it into the Top 20 voting will commence May 25th May 28th to select the Top 10. &lt;br /&gt;If Martine makes it into the Top 10 voting will commence May 29th May 30th for the winner of the Local Talent Search! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what to do........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign up on &lt;a href="http://www.ourstage.com/"&gt;www.ourstage.com&lt;/a&gt;  with a Fan account &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the option to sign in using your Facebook account, which helps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to Martine's fan page :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourstage.com/profile/martinelocke/fans" onmousedown="UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;6b92b&amp;quot;, event);" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.ourstage.com/profile/martinelocke/fans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the right-hand column you will see 'Is this your favorite artist?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the green tab that says Make This My Favorite Artist &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go up to the top and click the Judge tab &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over on the right click Lilith Fair Contest &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Select Lilith Fair: Indianapolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out their 3 steps to voting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Listen to at least 15 seconds of all songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Choose which one you like better &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Put it in order of least favourite to best...and click lock in your vote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't get Martine's song 'Don't Hold On' right away, keep clicking through until you do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go back to Martine's page and tell us you voted - we would love to know and will put your name into a hat and send one person a copy of the last 5 cds, a tshirt and a rocker girlie Musekraft piece as a thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASS THIS ON TO ALL YOUR FRIENDS!!! EVERYWHERE...AROUND THE WORLD!! INVITE THEM ALL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-8889532061823490764?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/8889532061823490764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=8889532061823490764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/8889532061823490764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/8889532061823490764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/05/help-us-get-onto-lilith-stage.html' title='Help us get onto the Lilith Stage!'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-4925467656568101482</id><published>2010-05-08T16:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T13:33:28.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S-XKY9GqslI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AZIxnLzD0bI/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAxNjYuanBn%3F%3D-754960"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468999852579533394" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S-XKY9GqslI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AZIxnLzD0bI/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAxNjYuanBn%3F%3D-754960" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That tulips could grow on trees? Not me. But it seems this is, indeed, a tulip (not lily) tree...and on this cold Saturday afternoon, that makes me very happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xxm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-4925467656568101482?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/4925467656568101482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=4925467656568101482&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4925467656568101482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4925467656568101482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/05/who-knew.html' title='Who knew....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S-XKY9GqslI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AZIxnLzD0bI/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAxNjYuanBn%3F%3D-754960' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-334766924744038276</id><published>2010-05-05T21:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T21:35:44.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S-Ic8Q-0poI/AAAAAAAAAHM/EwD71TutyX0/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAxNTcuanBn%3F%3D-744908"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S-Ic8Q-0poI/AAAAAAAAAHM/EwD71TutyX0/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAxNTcuanBn%3F%3D-744908"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467964719257396866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This Friday night from 5-7pm, my sweet love is having her first ever exhibition premier. Her installation is called &amp;#39;walkabout&amp;#39; and features photos she took while we were in Australia this year. I am so very proud of her and the work she has done and hope if you are free and live in Indianapolis, that you would consider coming. It&amp;#39;s actually up for two months and before we had finish hanging today, one piece already sold. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bjava tea and coffee&lt;br&gt;5510 lafayette road&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Come and see! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll be serving wine!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-334766924744038276?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/334766924744038276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=334766924744038276&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/334766924744038276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/334766924744038276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/05/friday-night.html' title='Friday night!'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S-Ic8Q-0poI/AAAAAAAAAHM/EwD71TutyX0/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAxNTcuanBn%3F%3D-744908' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-9052063098879675122</id><published>2010-05-01T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T18:58:00.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh me oh my o</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S9yx-GMyy8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/nJdxTi4f7cI/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAxNDctMV9lZGl0MC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-780887"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S9yx-GMyy8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/nJdxTi4f7cI/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAxNDctMV9lZGl0MC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-780887"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466439728095218626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We&amp;#39;re driving back from Ohio...sing along with me everyone!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We are driving back from a oneday craft fair in findlay, Ohio....this is our dinner!!! Not only because we both love vegemite but also because we don&amp;#39;t want to stop. We just want to get home. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Musekraft just vended at its first ever craft show and I gotta say, it wasnt very successful. We have been talking about it driving home and really, its the first unsuccessful festival experience we have had in the year that we have been doing them.....and from what everyone tells us, its totally bound to happen. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So now that we have that out of our system.....here&amp;#39;s to realizing again to not take it personally and just keep the pony moving forward!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And, its back to the vegemite sandwiches...which are, of course, the answer to everything!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-9052063098879675122?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/9052063098879675122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=9052063098879675122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/9052063098879675122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/9052063098879675122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-me-oh-my-o.html' title='Oh me oh my o'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S9yx-GMyy8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/nJdxTi4f7cI/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAxNDctMV9lZGl0MC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-780887' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-6105801086740867153</id><published>2010-04-28T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T17:47:00.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The box.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S9iprn0a07I/AAAAAAAAAHA/AEKErTdd17Y/s1600/box.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S9iprn0a07I/AAAAAAAAAHA/AEKErTdd17Y/s320/box.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I bet you never knew that I was so multi talented huh??&amp;nbsp; .....sometimes, I forget too. You are looking at my first ever raised garden bed. I put it all together with cedar that I bought from Menards. I drilled the holes and screwed the screws and dug the ground and then buried the posts... and not only does it look damn sexy, but it smells amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite proud of my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it's not filled with dirt yet...or thriving vegetables for that matter, but hey, it's together...in place and ready to go. We have to travel this weekend to a show in Findlay, Ohio and I am thinking I need to wait till I get home again to fill it with dirt....and then plant!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited about having my very own garden. One that I can grow amazing vegetables in. One that I can walk outside my back door and pick what I need for that night's dinner. I can't even tell you how excited that makes me feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel a little settled.....which kinda scares me and excites me all at once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta understand. I have lived a itinerant life of some kind for the last 12 years. I haven't lived in my own house...with a garden....or a front door that people can just turn up to...for at least 10 of those years. And this is more than just 'my own house'.....we bought it. We own it. I have never owned my own home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's a little freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally I get scared that I have 'settled' down and that life will be boring or uneventful or that I will lose my creativity or want to have a baby or something (ha ha....okay, so not all of those things are true...) (breath honey...breath). Occasionally I get scared of the responsibility of owning my own home. I get scared of the work that will always have to be done...of the fear of something going wrong that will cost a lot of money. Of getting bad neighbours that you can't escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all just fears though....not reality. That's the weird thing about fear...at least for me, I have to back peddle myself out of them and remind myself that they aren't real....they are what 'could' happen. Especially if I spend too much time dwelling on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trick is to stay here...and now. Ever present. Ever grateful for this divine moment, which is unlike any other moment I have ever experienced in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I just have to remember to breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And plant tomatoes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-6105801086740867153?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/6105801086740867153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=6105801086740867153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/6105801086740867153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/6105801086740867153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/04/box.html' title='The box.....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S9iprn0a07I/AAAAAAAAAHA/AEKErTdd17Y/s72-c/box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-4626813885247312742</id><published>2010-04-26T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T14:05:46.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the crabby one....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S9XIqTCyU3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/tbrdFD4acWE/s1600/Pout.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S9XIqTCyU3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/tbrdFD4acWE/s320/Pout.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I read on someones blog over the weekend that it seems the only posts that ever get put up on blogs are ones that talk about how wonderful and amazing life is and never the 'life is messy, isn't so wonderful and amazing' posts. Longtime readers of this blog will know that isn't true for me. I tend to put the whole lot out there and have had some really big 'life is fucked' blog posts.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I do actually believe that my life is wonderful and amazing and most days I am awed by the amazingness of it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Not so much today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I barely slept last night. No real reason except possibly that second cup of LARGE coffee earlier in the day...and no exercise perhaps. But you know, when I lay awake my brain gets bored and starts to stress about things....some of which I was actually stressed about before but had under control, and others that I really wasn't stressed about...until then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So I got up and made myself busy around the house until around 4am when I thought I could possibly sleep and stop freaking myself out about things that weren't really that bad....but not so much. Which of course, makes my day so much more fun today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Infact, I am sure that it is that lack of sleep that caused me to just declared outloud that I don't like being an adult today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I don't like trying to find health insurance here in the US that will cover my wife and I and wont cost me a fucking shit load of money for NOTHING. Who knew that health insurance would be so much more expensive living in Indiana than it was California. Well, perhaps not 'so much' more....but still...more!! And hell, I barely get anything for my health insurance now and I pay around $150 a month for it. It's for those 'just in case' moments. I am severely frustrated that most of the plans I looked at don't cover the absolute necessities for women here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You know, like a visit to the whohaa doctor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;SO important and I am unwilling to pay hundreds of dollars a month for insurance that LEAVES THAT OUT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We LLC'ed last week and I had grand thoughts that trumpets or something would blare on high once we did it. That somehow we (MuseKraft LLC) would be easier to manage and would open up the way for us to have access to 'secret' special company stuff.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah...so secret and special.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The $950 a month Aetna tried to slog us for health insurance (for two of us) was anything but special.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Just incase you were wondering.....I am yelling towards DC hoping that Obama and the dumb republican cronies that are being fuckheads, will hear something from out here in the world and actually get something done for healthcare in this country.&amp;nbsp; Because this is stupid.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So...anyway, there you have it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My crabby post. I'm in a 'sleep deprived, overwhelmed, pissed off, over the rain' funk and am trying to work out what to do for myself to pull out of it. (Yes, thank you for the suggestions because that's what we all really love....haha, that bit sounds crabby but I am actually giggling as I write it). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If you were to see me right now, I would look very similar to this kiddo here. Walking around the house stamping my feet, my lip hanging out. My year one teacher use to make us sing a song when we were like this; 'nobody loves me, everybody hates me, think I'll go eat worms. Long ones, short ones, fat ones, thin ones. See how they wiggle and squirm.'&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The difference between me and this kid though (and that kid from grade one).....is that I can drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(haha...but it's a little too early, even for me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;xxM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-4626813885247312742?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/4626813885247312742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=4626813885247312742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4626813885247312742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4626813885247312742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/04/crabby-one.html' title='the crabby one....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S9XIqTCyU3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/tbrdFD4acWE/s72-c/Pout.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-1890434858805559775</id><published>2010-04-23T14:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T14:37:20.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The fortunate life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S9HnQkB2ZEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/acCic6CSWPo/s1600/flowers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S9HnQkB2ZEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/acCic6CSWPo/s320/flowers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I feel pretty fortunate in my life, I have to say. I feel like I have been blessed with good art, good people, good friends and an amazing partner. 99% of the people I work with on a yearly basis are solid human beans with integrity and a good sense of humor. I have just moved into a beautiful home that I get to create the life, the art and the space that I want in. I (and we) asked the universe for kind, creative, passionate souls to come fill our lives, our hearts, our home and that is starting to happen. Those days when I feel alone 'out here' trying to catch someones eye or just find connection with folks out in the world get fewer and farther apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose all I am trying to say right this second is that I am grateful. Grateful for how I get to live my life. Grateful for the people, the belief, the love, the truth, the honesty. Grateful for friends who know when they can kick my butt and tell me to pull my head in. Grateful for people who love me and like to spend time with me. Grateful for the wonders that have been given to me in this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grateful for fresh flowers and fresh eggs.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-1890434858805559775?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/1890434858805559775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=1890434858805559775&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/1890434858805559775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/1890434858805559775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/04/fortunate-life.html' title='The fortunate life...'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S9HnQkB2ZEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/acCic6CSWPo/s72-c/flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-6783852027791207458</id><published>2010-04-17T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T14:49:15.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowing Well park...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S8oCrLnvE9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/gzqksruQa24/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAxMzMuanBn%3F%3D-755802"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S8oCrLnvE9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/gzqksruQa24/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAxMzMuanBn%3F%3D-755802"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461180439017231314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Just outside of Indianapolis is a city called carmel, its where D&amp;#39;s mum lives. They have a flowing artesian well that they let people come and fill up their water bottles at. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I think its a totally cool idea and I was extraordinarily happy to be standing here in the warmth of the sun doing something as simple as filling up our water bottle. It felt all natural and earthy like, or that I had stumbled upon this amazing gift.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ahhh Saturday ay home. Only our second one so far and the bbq isn&amp;#39;t far from being ready to cook on. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So rock n roll huh?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-6783852027791207458?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/6783852027791207458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=6783852027791207458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/6783852027791207458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/6783852027791207458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/04/flowing-well-park.html' title='Flowing Well park...'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S8oCrLnvE9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/gzqksruQa24/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAxMzMuanBn%3F%3D-755802' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-4436168821352183485</id><published>2010-04-15T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T16:26:01.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S8d2Wnwn7uI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8d9fHJRh3Qg/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAxMjIuanBn%3F%3D-761679"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S8d2Wnwn7uI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8d9fHJRh3Qg/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAxMjIuanBn%3F%3D-761679"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460463204212141794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;For some reason, this intrigued me. The fact that they would put pesticides right next to pet supplies, it seemed wrong and I actually spent far to much time walking around the store, in a buyers &amp;#39;setting up house&amp;#39; haze, thinking on this. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Probably wasted a whole pile of time doing it, but you know, sometimes my brain just needs to go meaningless sometimes...you know?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-4436168821352183485?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/4436168821352183485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=4436168821352183485&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4436168821352183485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4436168821352183485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/04/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S8d2Wnwn7uI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8d9fHJRh3Qg/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAxMjIuanBn%3F%3D-761679' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-717502562853818113</id><published>2010-04-12T08:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:29:50.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The view from here....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S8MSPyeQ-EI/AAAAAAAAAGM/gV59nM2rOmQ/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAxMjMuanBn%3F%3D-790596"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S8MSPyeQ-EI/AAAAAAAAAGM/gV59nM2rOmQ/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAxMjMuanBn%3F%3D-790596"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459227235759224898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It&amp;#39;s been fun getting use to living in a new place. We have been working 16 hour days painting and unpacking and are both happily exhausted. I sit here right now listening to all the sounds in and around my home. To me, getting to know sounds is an exciting and sometimes overwhelming experience. Especially if its a train horn waking me up at some ungodly hour in the morning.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I can tell new songs are going to happen. As my sweetheart and I create beauty and life around us, it will pour out into our creativity....and into the world. It&amp;#39;s one of the great things about being exactly where you are meant to be. It&amp;#39;s all harmonious and easy and stuff....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yeah....and stuff. Lol.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-717502562853818113?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/717502562853818113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=717502562853818113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/717502562853818113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/717502562853818113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/04/view-from-here.html' title='The view from here....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S8MSPyeQ-EI/AAAAAAAAAGM/gV59nM2rOmQ/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAxMjMuanBn%3F%3D-790596' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-4435438738116385424</id><published>2010-04-10T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T14:03:03.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For my brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S8C9WKQ4WsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wQK2DKQPjYQ/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAxMTYuanBn%3F%3D-783981"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S8C9WKQ4WsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wQK2DKQPjYQ/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAxMTYuanBn%3F%3D-783981"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458570936782969538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Who I am sure, would approve of this...and indeed, probably salivate at the thought. This is my first time at &amp;#39;steak and shake&amp;#39;....we are in &amp;#39;too tired to cook&amp;#39; land right now. Junk food is our friend for this second....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-4435438738116385424?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/4435438738116385424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=4435438738116385424&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4435438738116385424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4435438738116385424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/04/for-my-brother.html' title='For my brother'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S8C9WKQ4WsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wQK2DKQPjYQ/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAxMTYuanBn%3F%3D-783981' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-6286974388551125003</id><published>2010-04-06T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T10:38:03.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The things you find...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S7tHS3RDOcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/QqROgtsIVRw/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAxMDQuanBn%3F%3D-783072"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S7tHS3RDOcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/QqROgtsIVRw/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAxMDQuanBn%3F%3D-783072"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457033762888169922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We keep finding fun things in our new house....this is my latest. The gardening gnome...who knew that oneday I would own a gnome.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-6286974388551125003?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/6286974388551125003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=6286974388551125003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/6286974388551125003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/6286974388551125003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/04/things-you-find.html' title='The things you find...'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S7tHS3RDOcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/QqROgtsIVRw/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAxMDQuanBn%3F%3D-783072' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-717610319054991512</id><published>2010-04-03T20:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T20:01:51.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>31 hours...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S7fW71UbQNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/KQOWYvUg55U/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAwODQuanBn%3F%3D-711340"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S7fW71UbQNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/KQOWYvUg55U/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAwODQuanBn%3F%3D-711340"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456065796996022482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Of driving....and we are finally here. And I&amp;#39;m not going anywhere for the next month.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Who knew I would oneday be happy to see this sign.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-717610319054991512?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/717610319054991512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=717610319054991512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/717610319054991512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/717610319054991512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/04/31-hours.html' title='31 hours...'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S7fW71UbQNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/KQOWYvUg55U/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAwODQuanBn%3F%3D-711340' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-8742267005721830360</id><published>2010-04-02T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T15:42:44.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tile mania....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S7ZItQo8Y4I/AAAAAAAAAFs/iDyfm-kF0gk/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAwNzMuanBn%3F%3D-764982"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S7ZItQo8Y4I/AAAAAAAAAFs/iDyfm-kF0gk/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAwNzMuanBn%3F%3D-764982"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455627941003944834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We are in Santa Fe, New Mexico and just walked through the most amazing tile showroom. We are finally, after 5 months of traveling, on the way to our home. We are in &amp;#39;creation&amp;#39; mode. Finding the things we adore to put into our new home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One of those things is tile. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Who knew that such beautiful tile could thrill me as much as it did. All handmade and superbly made. That is the mandate for our home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-8742267005721830360?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/8742267005721830360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=8742267005721830360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/8742267005721830360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/8742267005721830360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/04/tile-mania.html' title='Tile mania....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S7ZItQo8Y4I/AAAAAAAAAFs/iDyfm-kF0gk/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAwNzMuanBn%3F%3D-764982' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-3347005849567511988</id><published>2010-04-01T11:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T11:36:58.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flagstaff, Arizona</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S7S9mrrqOxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/8IG92DoPZ_s/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAwNjkuanBn%3F%3D-718241"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S7S9mrrqOxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/8IG92DoPZ_s/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAwNjkuanBn%3F%3D-718241"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455193520911039250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Now, don&amp;#39;t no one be saying that I haven&amp;#39;t done winter....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here it is.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And brr..is it cold.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-3347005849567511988?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/3347005849567511988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=3347005849567511988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/3347005849567511988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/3347005849567511988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/04/flagstaff-arizona.html' title='Flagstaff, Arizona'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S7S9mrrqOxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/8IG92DoPZ_s/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAwNjkuanBn%3F%3D-718241' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-4028724432571425664</id><published>2010-03-31T13:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T13:41:51.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just call me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S7OJX9wbpUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/KdKrEAYWXxQ/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAwNjcuanBn%3F%3D-711540"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S7OJX9wbpUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/KdKrEAYWXxQ/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAwNjcuanBn%3F%3D-711540"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454854618483500354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Martine the boo boo fixer..my first act this morning as a married woman was to fix my sweethearts boo boo. This was my solution. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We are back in the van, driving half way across the country. Our &amp;#39;stuff&amp;#39; is on a pod making its way across also. We get to stop in some yummy fun places along the way. Our stuff doesn&amp;#39;t. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We are tired and weary from...well, the last 5 months of traveling. We are both giddy with the thought of unpacking into our house...at last. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Life is grand and beautiful.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-4028724432571425664?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/4028724432571425664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=4028724432571425664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4028724432571425664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4028724432571425664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-call-me.html' title='Just call me..'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S7OJX9wbpUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/KdKrEAYWXxQ/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAwNjcuanBn%3F%3D-711540' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-668343099097496435</id><published>2010-03-28T03:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T03:13:03.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S68BfwJc2JI/AAAAAAAAAFU/N_Lp-dc36Ow/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FMjQ3MTVfMTM1ODEyMjY2NjM2OV8xMDMwNTc3MzAwXzMxMDkzMDE2XzI4OTM3NDJfbi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-783441"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S68BfwJc2JI/AAAAAAAAAFU/N_Lp-dc36Ow/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FMjQ3MTVfMTM1ODEyMjY2NjM2OV8xMDMwNTc3MzAwXzMxMDkzMDE2XzI4OTM3NDJfbi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-783441"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453579318781073554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My sweet love, 40 of our closest peeps, beautiful candles and food and wine and love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We are blessed by those that stood with us.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happy wedding to us&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-668343099097496435?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/668343099097496435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=668343099097496435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/668343099097496435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/668343099097496435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/03/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S68BfwJc2JI/AAAAAAAAAFU/N_Lp-dc36Ow/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FMjQ3MTVfMTM1ODEyMjY2NjM2OV8xMDMwNTc3MzAwXzMxMDkzMDE2XzI4OTM3NDJfbi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-783441' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-2254669530696307096</id><published>2010-03-25T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:04:10.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding mates part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S6wWG-L4hdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VxmV4e3K_N0/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAwNTguanBn%3F%3D-750381"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S6wWG-L4hdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VxmV4e3K_N0/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAwNTguanBn%3F%3D-750381"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452757557866694098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Or something....great mates, celebrating with us&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-2254669530696307096?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/2254669530696307096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=2254669530696307096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/2254669530696307096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/2254669530696307096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/03/wedding-mates-part-1.html' title='Wedding mates part 1'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S6wWG-L4hdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VxmV4e3K_N0/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAwNTguanBn%3F%3D-750381' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-9091968131840861464</id><published>2010-03-23T21:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:01:41.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE week....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S6ljP7VnwsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DY-NBVX0apA/s1600-h/IMG00057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S6ljP7VnwsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DY-NBVX0apA/s320/IMG00057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This week is a flurry of activity in our lives. Actually, the last 12 months has been a flurry of activity. I can't tell you the amount of times people have said to us 'you don't do things by halves, do you?'. And well, the answer is 'NO....what's the point in that?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dionne and I get married this saturday in an amazingly beautiful ceremony with our family and closest friends around us - whether in real life or virtually. My family and mates in Oz are logging in online to watch the ceremony via the complexities of webcam and although not the same as having them here, at least I can feel like they are involved. We have mates and family flying in from all over the country and the world and the feeling of excitement in people just furthers our excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often times over the last week, I have looked at my sweet love and felt tears falling from my eyes. How lucky I feel. How loved I feel. How much I love how much I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at the pile of hundreds of candles we have bought, the colors we have chosen, the people's names that are coming, the beautiful food that is being created, the cupcake wedding cake that is being made, the songs that are being sung, the person that is officiating our ceremony (wonderful funny lady Lisa Koch is coming in from Seattle to do the honors), the wine that will be drunk, the fire that will be built, the music that will be played......and then I catch the look in her eye, the one that she gets when she is just sitting looking at me as I think on all these things, and I feel the water rise into my eyes and my heart burst with absolute passionate love for this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, I sigh and say thank you to the world. To the universe. To whatever powers make things be. To her. To me. To this love that we have found with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-9091968131840861464?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/9091968131840861464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=9091968131840861464&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/9091968131840861464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/9091968131840861464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/03/week.html' title='THE week....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S6ljP7VnwsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DY-NBVX0apA/s72-c/IMG00057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-8600779126492579238</id><published>2010-03-20T19:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T19:37:51.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One week....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S6VcT5HH6zI/AAAAAAAAAE8/93E3-NmwzEI/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAwNDkuanBn%3F%3D-771303"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S6VcT5HH6zI/AAAAAAAAAE8/93E3-NmwzEI/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAwNDkuanBn%3F%3D-771303"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450864420819823410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Today....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I become her wife.7 more days. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;How lucky am I? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I ask you.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-8600779126492579238?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/8600779126492579238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=8600779126492579238&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/8600779126492579238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/8600779126492579238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-week.html' title='One week....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S6VcT5HH6zI/AAAAAAAAAE8/93E3-NmwzEI/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAwNDkuanBn%3F%3D-771303' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-7373793047349114837</id><published>2010-03-19T15:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T15:47:05.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New for Mothers Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.131329000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.131329000.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, new in MuseKraft land is this piece that we made for Mother's Day. Check it out at our site www.musekraft.com or at our &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=43017354"&gt;etsy site&lt;/a&gt; where you can custom order your own piece, with your own words on it if you choose. It's a beautiful piece and I wear this exact one around me neck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be putting up new pieces especially for mothers day really soon, so keep checking back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-7373793047349114837?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/7373793047349114837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=7373793047349114837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/7373793047349114837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/7373793047349114837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-for-mothers-day.html' title='New for Mothers Day!'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-6316600860182154024</id><published>2010-03-15T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T21:40:13.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture perfect...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S57hfjuDsMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/K1l_JYvK6bE/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAwMzcuanBn%3F%3D-713879"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S57hfjuDsMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/K1l_JYvK6bE/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAwMzcuanBn%3F%3D-713879"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449040531445493954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Driving back to LA today, we happened upon this beautiful body of water.I think its the San Gabriel something arother. We pulled off the road and D went climbing down the hill with her camera in tow to try to capture the moment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We did our last show in sf last night and caught up with the last mates this morning and now we head back to get ready for our wedding and for our move into our home. We are very excited and so ready....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-6316600860182154024?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/6316600860182154024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=6316600860182154024&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/6316600860182154024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/6316600860182154024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/03/picture-perfect.html' title='Picture perfect...'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S57hfjuDsMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/K1l_JYvK6bE/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAwMzcuanBn%3F%3D-713879' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-7441632497711831257</id><published>2010-03-13T22:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T22:17:53.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S5xVYvl2ePI/AAAAAAAAAEk/YqzovjdkOko/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAwMzUuanBn%3F%3D-773896"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S5xVYvl2ePI/AAAAAAAAAEk/YqzovjdkOko/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAwMzUuanBn%3F%3D-773896"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448323532791904498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is the space for tonights house concert at Cindys. It&amp;#39;s warm, its sweet, its Cindy Buck for goodness sake. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xxm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261510857360166533-7441632497711831257?l=martinelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/7441632497711831257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=7441632497711831257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/7441632497711831257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/7441632497711831257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinelocke.blogspot.com/2010/03/tonight.html' title='Tonight....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/SUwu0DgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CpvYD1AOXHE/S220/martine+locke_closeup_150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUiy9DFAmZI/S5xVYvl2ePI/AAAAAAAAAEk/YqzovjdkOko/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1BRzAwMzUuanBn%3F%3D-773896' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
