<?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-7637740517500834379</id><updated>2011-12-26T15:07:21.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Profiles</title><subtitle type='html'>Profiles of People Worth Knowing</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkontk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7637740517500834379/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkontk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anora McGaha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-H4kzDQRb5A/SESZ1ntyg-I/AAAAAAAABnA/rmsQ1Yr11mk/S220/SANY0081_NorieCroppedLargeWeb.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7637740517500834379.post-3492003281739731713</id><published>2011-12-26T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T15:07:22.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Profiles of Ordinary People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;As a relatively few number of people garner most of the publicity in the world, I have been interested in giving exposure to some of the people I've met, who aren't in the spot light, but none the less shape this world, in however small a way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Since this blog was started in 2008, my interests and pursuits have greatly expanded, accounting for no posts since 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;ZFH3B3QYH2KP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7637740517500834379-3492003281739731713?l=tkontk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkontk.blogspot.com/feeds/3492003281739731713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7637740517500834379&amp;postID=3492003281739731713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7637740517500834379/posts/default/3492003281739731713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7637740517500834379/posts/default/3492003281739731713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkontk.blogspot.com/2011/12/profiles-of-ordinary-people.html' title='Profiles of Ordinary People'/><author><name>Anora McGaha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07175643324333713025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MpA8aG0bmls/Tr1ndqDUv1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/LvR1SfqIa_w/s220/NorieAsheville-lightsquare-lg2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7637740517500834379.post-1256926233242554068</id><published>2009-05-12T19:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:12:39.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music &amp; Mick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-H4kzDQRb5A/Sgoy-ja3v5I/AAAAAAAAG5E/6Z1OGpn0zy0/s1600-h/MIcksBestPhoto_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-H4kzDQRb5A/Sgoy-ja3v5I/AAAAAAAAG5E/6Z1OGpn0zy0/s320/MIcksBestPhoto_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335132758814998418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I  stumbled upon a list of music I created a year ago, a Last.fm playlist of some of my favorite songs on one of my blogs: &lt;a href="http://singsongbird.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://musicmovesourworld.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. I heard the sound of drumming, and tried to remember where I knew it from, and then I remembered. It was Galileo by The Indigo Girls. That's when I remembered Mick.&lt;p&gt;I met Mick the Fall my father was dying, in 1994, and was caught in the spell of his gentleness, but he didn't notice me then. A few months later he ended up at my mother's house at an open party for the New Beginnings Separated and Divorced support group, a life changing group in the DC and surrounding area. What ensued was the kind of story that belongs in a movie or a book that women read in one sitting with tears and fascination. Maybe one day I'll write it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Galileo by the Indigo Girls was one of his favorite songs. He had many favorite songs, but he especially loved that one. He introduced me to the Indigo Girls, and they held me captive for a couple of years until I had to stop listening to them because they reminded me so much of him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I heard David Wilcox, the next singer on my blog playlist. It was David who cemented our connection the first time we talked by phone. When I mentioned David it was as if the phone went dead, the silence was so loud I held my breath. Mick was caught off guard. No one he knew was into Wilcox, and here I, all but a stranger, was talking about him. Hurricane was another of Mick's favorite songs, a powerful and tragic song about a girl who had a passion for speed in motorcycles.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It'd been 15 years ago that I had met Mick. After we stopped spending time together we managed to keep a friendship, which strengthened the more time had passed. I hadn't heard both of these songs in years. The music brought back the memories as if they were yesterday, as vividly as a scent can. He listened to music so intently, and was always listening to music when we were together. For a moment I was caught in the emptiness that comes when some one has died, the silence that once was their voice, their humor, their gestures, their playfulness, their stories and their ways. Caught too in the power of this friendship that was so captivating for both of us we couldn't ever stop talking to each other. Once while listening to a great band I whispered loudly in his ear, "What would be exciting enough for us to stop talking?" "A volcano," he whispered back. And that was just like that! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A decade after we'd first met, I had moved to North Carolina, and Mick began visiting and considering moving down here to retire. The cost of living was so much less than DC at the time, and the weather was more moderate. For several years he worked with a local realtor to find just the right house with enough space to play music, enough nature to let him feel free, and enough rooms for his friends to visit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;June last year Mick bought his house, in Burlington. I managed to call him the first day he was in it, by chance, since I hadn't heard from him in a while. I could hardly understand him. He was not in a good way. I rushed to his house as soon as I could and he was very very sick, but wouldn't go to the hospital because he was waiting for his things to arrive from Maryland. Two days later he was at UNC in Chapel Hill, and I was with his stepbrother, hearing the doctor say - he has liver disease and he is not eligible for a transplant. It was to be the end, the end that he had known about for decades, but he still hadn't been willing not to drink.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I visited him several times in the hospital, teasing him, reminding him of stories, telling the doctors about him, because they couldn't figure him out. They asked him when he had his last drink and he said, about 3 minutes ago. I had to tell them they had to be more specific, as Mick was very precise about words. They needed to ask him when his last alcoholic drink was. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He had always told me that  we would be friends until the end. Little did I know I would be among family members, and among the last to spend time with him. He taught me so much, drunk though he often was, with his gentleness and attention, his creativity and vitality. He was one of the most alive, most engaging people I've ever met. He really did change my life, leaving me with the qualities I admired most in him, and, leaving me free from the addiction that took his life, early, at the age of 54.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My father's birthday was Mother's Day, just two days ago. Mick was a lot like him, and his friendship carried me through the grief after my father died. Like soldiers in a battlefield, we pick up what we can of those we have to leave behind, and we keep marching, grateful and sad at the same time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7637740517500834379-1256926233242554068?l=tkontk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkontk.blogspot.com/feeds/1256926233242554068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7637740517500834379&amp;postID=1256926233242554068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7637740517500834379/posts/default/1256926233242554068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7637740517500834379/posts/default/1256926233242554068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkontk.blogspot.com/2009/05/music-mick.html' title='Music &amp; Mick'/><author><name>Anora McGaha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-H4kzDQRb5A/SESZ1ntyg-I/AAAAAAAABnA/rmsQ1Yr11mk/S220/SANY0081_NorieCroppedLargeWeb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-H4kzDQRb5A/Sgoy-ja3v5I/AAAAAAAAG5E/6Z1OGpn0zy0/s72-c/MIcksBestPhoto_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7637740517500834379.post-7608690809479873331</id><published>2008-09-06T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T14:07:43.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wider Intelligence: Cynthia and Mike Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-H4kzDQRb5A/SMLp1AUw_VI/AAAAAAAAD2g/bWTLzlnVUuU/s1600-h/P1011252-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-H4kzDQRb5A/SMLp1AUw_VI/AAAAAAAAD2g/bWTLzlnVUuU/s320/P1011252-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243010013042113874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'd like to introduce you to Cynthia and Mike Flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was introduced to Cynthia and Mike, by Triangle herbalist, &lt;a href="http://www.herbhaven.com/"&gt;Suki Roth&lt;/a&gt;. I drove out to Chapel Hill to meet them at the site where they host their workshops. I found a beautiful natural setting in the woods, with lots of flowers, a spacious outdoor patio, and a very spacious green lawn in the back. And I found in them, two very real, very deep people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia and Mike bring an integration of body and mind and soul therapies with thirty years of professional and personal experience. They live in the Triangle region of North Carolina and are available to work one on one with individuals and couples. They also offer insightful workshops for transformation. What a resource for our community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A visit to Cynthia and Mike Flowers' website, &lt;a href="http://www.awiderintelligence.com/"&gt;A Wider Intelligence.com&lt;/a&gt;, shows you a lot about them. The quality of the writing they present, as well as their choice of image for the site - an exquisitely beautiful ocean scene, communicates clearly the depth of their sensibilities, compassion and intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below you will find a summary of their experience, drawn from the pages of their Website.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-H4kzDQRb5A/SMLm4naxmTI/AAAAAAAAD2I/rkEPa6qtS10/s1600-h/P1011218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-H4kzDQRb5A/SMLm4naxmTI/AAAAAAAAD2I/rkEPa6qtS10/s320/P1011218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243006776541026610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;About Cynthia Flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cynthia has been a psychotherapist for thirty years and also had continued studies in bodywork and movement  including yoga, Tai Chi, Authentic Movement, Continuum and Feldenkrais. She was licensed as a massage therapist in 1983. In recent years, Cynthia completed a three year program in Biodynamic Craniosacral Therapy, a therapy that attunes to the intelligence residing in our watery inner world. Cynthia writes of experiencing the power, wisdom and “inherent and indestructible health” that resides within each of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cynthia practices Integral Therapies which addresses spiritual, mental, emotional and physical aspects of our beings. She writes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"The work I do with myself and my clients is the same. It is to keep moving from this narrower, disconnected and constricted mental world to the vastness and sacredness of who we truly are. Our entry is to go very deeply and consciously into the felt sense of the body. In entering deeply this vast, non-mental world, we encounter our authenticity and our interconnectedness with each other, and the world itself."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;About Mike Flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mike has degrees in clinical psychology and comparative (east/west) philosophy, and was a psychotherapist for over twenty-five years. Over time he felt that these psychotherapeutic disciplines, for all their virtues, were limited as vehicles of real transformation for two main reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First these therapies emphasize the telling of our personal experience, to the relative neglect of a wider intelligence and center of being. The focus is on the individual's story. Instead, when the focus is shifted away from the self, or the ego, the world becomes increasingly alive and we are actually able experience the guidance of the vast intelligence within and around us. &lt;p&gt;Second,  because psychotherapy is talk therapy it doesn't focus on the body, and the profound disembodiment that most in the modern world experience. The result is that we we miss the immediate expression of, and direct access to, this wider intelligence.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Visionary Guidance&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-H4kzDQRb5A/SMLp1cXIJaI/AAAAAAAAD2o/CFm24ZX9ULQ/s1600-h/P1011235_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-H4kzDQRb5A/SMLp1cXIJaI/AAAAAAAAD2o/CFm24ZX9ULQ/s320/P1011235_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243010020568212898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mike retired from psychotherapy in 1999 and describes his work as visionary guidance. He writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"By visionary I refer to all those ways of experiencing and knowing that attune us to this wider intelligence. By way of vision, we are once again able to directly feel, hear and see the movement of this intelligence in our own lives and the lives of others, even in discomfort, affliction and illness. The guidance of this intelligence is close-at-hand. But it is not primarily mental. In order to recognize and engage with it, we need to soften our habitual and conventional ways of knowing."&lt;/p&gt;At present they have three workshops scheduled:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Craniosacral workshops with Cynthia, one in &lt;a href="http://awiderintelligence.com/home/workshops/craniosacral-therapy-9-27/"&gt;September&lt;/a&gt;, and one in &lt;a href="http://awiderintelligence.com/home/workshops/craniosacral-therapy-oct-25/"&gt;October&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;One jointly taught workshop with Cynthia and Mike: &lt;a href="http://awiderintelligence.com/home/workshops/pathways-to-freedom-workshop-oct-4/"&gt;Pathways to Freedom in October&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit their website at &lt;a href="http://www.awiderintelligence.com/"&gt;A Wider Intelligence.com&lt;/a&gt;, and feel free to write a comment on the site, or to call them at: 919-933-2545.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-H4kzDQRb5A/SMLsD0odi-I/AAAAAAAAD2w/p6lpX80HDAQ/s1600-h/P1011253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-H4kzDQRb5A/SMLsD0odi-I/AAAAAAAAD2w/p6lpX80HDAQ/s320/P1011253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243012466624793570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gate to nowhere. 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