<?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-6284867</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:21:08.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside on the Outside</title><subtitle type='html'>Homeschooling, home building, parenting, love and marriage, friendship, conscious creation and conscious creativity.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holleringfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284867/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleringfrog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718842141983814250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284867.post-112535675203346331</id><published>2005-08-29T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T16:17:35.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyan's Birthday!</title><summary type='text'>Inside on the Outside(I just realized that I had "drafted" my last post, rather than "published" it.  Now that I've published it, and read it, I realize that there is some repetition but with variation, but isn't that how life really is?  Variations on many of the same themes, and tasks?)It's Cyan's 9th birthday today! She's excited that it's her birthday, and sad that it's her last year as a </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.holleringfrog.blogspot.com/' title='Cyan&apos;s Birthday!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holleringfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/112535675203346331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284867&amp;postID=112535675203346331&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284867/posts/default/112535675203346331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284867/posts/default/112535675203346331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleringfrog.blogspot.com/2005/08/cyans-birthday.html' title='Cyan&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718842141983814250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284867.post-112251515841214700</id><published>2005-07-27T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T16:13:21.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside on the Outside</title><summary type='text'>Inside on the OutsideOh, this will be fun. I think I just remembered my old user name and password, so I have no idea how or where this entry will be published!If I knew how, I would be titling this entry: PassionSince we in our family center our lives around our creativity and passions, I thought it might be fun to mention a few of the goings-on in those areas around our home of late.Cyan: </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.holleringfrog.blogspot.com/' title='Inside on the Outside'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284867/posts/default/112251515841214700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284867/posts/default/112251515841214700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleringfrog.blogspot.com/2005/07/inside-on-outside.html' title='Inside on the Outside'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718842141983814250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284867.post-111915408679156444</id><published>2005-06-18T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T21:08:06.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creating My Reality</title><summary type='text'>Here is what I finally decided to do about the T.V. issue:  Nothing.  Well, nothing outwardly, that is.  Inwardly, I just wanted what I wanted:  More peaceful times in the house without T.V.  and it has just happened naturally.  For example, it's 8:45 p.m. on a Saturday night - often a prime T.V. watching time - and the kids are playing Risk in the living room without the T.V. on.  Gabe is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holleringfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/111915408679156444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284867&amp;postID=111915408679156444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284867/posts/default/111915408679156444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284867/posts/default/111915408679156444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleringfrog.blogspot.com/2005/06/creating-my-reality.html' title='Creating My Reality'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718842141983814250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284867.post-111906149604280268</id><published>2005-06-17T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T19:24:56.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dance</title><summary type='text'>Inside on the OutsideIt's great to be healthy again.  This morning, we went to the skatepark.  Marsha and I ran together for the first time in awhile.  Cyan played with another little girl - Martina - while we ran.   She had her full dress rehearsal this afternoon, so she didn't want to risk a skating injury.  The boys skateboarded together.This afternoon, as I mentioned above, Cyan had her </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.holleringfrog.blogspot.com/' title='The Dance'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284867/posts/default/111906149604280268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284867/posts/default/111906149604280268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleringfrog.blogspot.com/2005/06/dance.html' title='The Dance'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718842141983814250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284867.post-111878600404430766</id><published>2005-06-14T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T14:53:24.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.V. or Not T.V.  That Is The Question</title><summary type='text'>Around this time of year, summertime that is, I get tired of the T.V.  I just want to be done with it.  For good.   We live in a small-ish house with an open floor plan, so when a T.V. is on, no one in the house can get away from it's influence. Maybe this particular year this feeling is arising because I've been cooped more than usual with an illness.  Maybe it's because once the sun starts </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284867/posts/default/111878600404430766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284867/posts/default/111878600404430766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleringfrog.blogspot.com/2005/06/tv-or-not-tv-that-is-question.html' title='T.V. or Not T.V.  That Is The Question'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718842141983814250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284867.post-111873218327117633</id><published>2005-06-13T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T09:01:24.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><summary type='text'>We're getting that summertime feeling, though, unbelievably, it rained for 2 days last week! As it turned out, I had a virus - fevers, headaches, general malaise until yesterday. Still tired today.I did manage to get the kids to their parties and activities, and go to a couple myself. I took the kids to Pacific Edge a couple of times - they bouldered while I read. Zane is not a lesson taking kind</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holleringfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/111873218327117633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284867&amp;postID=111873218327117633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284867/posts/default/111873218327117633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284867/posts/default/111873218327117633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleringfrog.blogspot.com/2005/06/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718842141983814250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284867.post-111812743232478228</id><published>2005-06-06T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T23:57:12.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind</title><summary type='text'>The wind hasn't let up.  Our eyes are itchy with dust and debris, our clothes are coated, the ground, our cars.  Yesterday,  when the boys were feeding the chickens, a large, still green tree branch fell from a tree right in front of them- they said it seemed that the wind blew it off the tree. We met Marsha, Derek, and Steen at Sky Park today.  Marsha and Derek and family had been in Hawaii for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284867/posts/default/111812743232478228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284867/posts/default/111812743232478228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleringfrog.blogspot.com/2005/06/wind.html' title='Wind'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718842141983814250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284867.post-111803054606668473</id><published>2005-06-05T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T21:02:26.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside on the Outside</title><summary type='text'>Inside on the OutsideCamping, Vegging, and Hopping in a BoxI camped in the woods at our campsite up the mountain with Zane, Gabe and Cyan last night.  Alan had a terrible allergy attack yesterday, so he hung out with us a bit, but decided he'd be better off sleeping in the house.I woke up this morning with a horrible headache, and realized I was having my own terrible allergy attack today!</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.holleringfrog.blogspot.com/' title='Inside on the Outside'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284867/posts/default/111803054606668473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284867/posts/default/111803054606668473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleringfrog.blogspot.com/2005/06/inside-on-outside_05.html' title='Inside on the Outside'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718842141983814250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284867.post-111786153936434757</id><published>2005-06-03T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T22:05:39.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside on the Outside</title><summary type='text'>Inside on the OutsideWhat is "Holleringfrog?"Why "holleringfrog"?  Hollering frog is the name of our compound.  We came up with it a bit over 7 years ago, when we moved here.  It was springtime, and the seasonal pond situated about 25 yards from our back door was filled with hundreds (thousands?) of loudly croaking frogs.  At that time, we had thin, leaky windows and could hear every little </summary><link rel='related' href='http://holleringfrog.blogspot.com/' title='Inside on the Outside'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284867/posts/default/111786153936434757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284867/posts/default/111786153936434757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleringfrog.blogspot.com/2005/06/inside-on-outside.html' title='Inside on the Outside'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718842141983814250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284867.post-111785044602848269</id><published>2005-06-03T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T00:20:02.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another Day In Paradise.I highly recommend living in a vacation destination town!Zane and Cyan spent several hours today standing in the creek outside the front door collecting bits of iron. Zane is interested in melting the iron himself, so we looked up "melting iron" on Google and learned lots of interesting things. He wants to try his hand at soldering it with the soldering iron Alan gave him </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holleringfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/111785044602848269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284867&amp;postID=111785044602848269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284867/posts/default/111785044602848269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284867/posts/default/111785044602848269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleringfrog.blogspot.com/2005/06/another-day-in-paradise.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718842141983814250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284867.post-111774011741884879</id><published>2005-06-02T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T12:21:57.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We're off to a beach party at Seacliff today.  Zane was disappointed this morning when we found out he did not have his final class at AFE today.  There was a field trip to the Monterey Bay Aquarium instead (I'd gotten my information crossed), and since we're members of MBA and go several times a year, a field trip there is not an exciting prospect for him!  So, it's off to the beach trip with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holleringfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/111774011741884879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284867&amp;postID=111774011741884879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284867/posts/default/111774011741884879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284867/posts/default/111774011741884879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleringfrog.blogspot.com/2005/06/were-off-to-beach-party-at-seacliff.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718842141983814250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284867.post-111768830309603664</id><published>2005-06-01T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T22:09:34.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been well over a year since I last posted. Interesting.Cyan went back to school for a short while, got mono (not too sick, though), and began officially homeschooling in early April of last year.I still go back and forth on my quandry about unschooling, continually talking with about my children - who are clear that they do not want to unschool. Trust the Children indeed!Tomorrow will be my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holleringfrog.blogspot.com/feeds/111768830309603664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284867&amp;postID=111768830309603664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284867/posts/default/111768830309603664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284867/posts/default/111768830309603664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleringfrog.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-been-well-over-year-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718842141983814250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284867.post-107354885724840284</id><published>2004-01-07T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T00:01:17.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O.K.  I think I'm over my little "should I be unschooling?" freak-out (discounting of self) that I go through every once in awhile.  Cyan and Zane had a great day together homeschooling (Cyan's 6th official day by her count ;-)  ).  We didn't go anywhere, or do anything special - heck, they didn't even go outside and play today.  We did about 2 hours (!) of bookwork (a tremendous amount for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284867/posts/default/107354885724840284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284867/posts/default/107354885724840284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleringfrog.blogspot.com/2004/01/o.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718842141983814250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284867.post-107337598136935041</id><published>2004-01-05T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T00:01:08.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Question of the DayWhat is on the Inside now that can be brought to the awareness of the Outside?I am in the habit of pushing away (in energy) aspects of myself I don't agree with.  By aspects of myself, I mean "other people."  I am also almost constantly looking for agreement and sameness between myself and my projection of "other people."I've noticed recently that when I relax my energy,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284867/posts/default/107337598136935041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284867/posts/default/107337598136935041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleringfrog.blogspot.com/2004/01/question-of-day-what-is-on-inside-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718842141983814250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284867.post-107326410201213161</id><published>2004-01-04T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T18:43:59.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>January 4, 2004Welcome to Inside on the Outside.  I may create a preamble to this blog at another time, but right now I have an experience I would like to describe:Dream Imagery from the Inside Creating Experience on the OutsideLast night I finished reading "The Last Battle," (the final Chronicle of Narnia) to my 9 year old son, Zane.  The words "further up and further in" evoked such rich </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284867/posts/default/107326410201213161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284867/posts/default/107326410201213161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleringfrog.blogspot.com/2004/01/january-4-2004-welcome-to-inside-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16718842141983814250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
