Om Shantihttp://yashenkavoulez.blog.co.uk/en-EUhourly82000-01-01T12:00+00:00Om Shantihttp://yashenkavoulez.blog.co.uk/http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/ab/b53f3eefa65745c4508976fd8d1592_160x200.jpgWho Knows where the time goes?http://yashenkavoulez.blog.co.uk/2006/08/01/who_knows_where_the_time_goes~1004770/2006-08-01T10:17:33+02:00 <p>A beautiful song that I wanted you all to hear.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://yashenkavoulez.blog.co.uk/2006/08/01/who_knows_where_the_time_goes~1004770/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>A beautiful song that I wanted you all to hear.

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]]>something in the way she moveshttp://yashenkavoulez.blog.co.uk/2006/07/30/something_in_the_way_she_moves~1001108/2006-07-30T21:18:04+02:00 <p>the song keeps going around in my head....i never really liked the beatles, probably because everyone else did....i was more of a doors girl, or the zombies....or the pretty things....i think i got old this year......what a beautiful song what a tribiute to a woman.......about the way she moves.....ever seen an indian woman walk.....even with a pile of whatever on her head she glides.....like a swan on the water...i hope i glide a bit....i hope that someone will think one day....that i ....to quote, attract them like no other lover..... </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://yashenkavoulez.blog.co.uk/2006/07/30/something_in_the_way_she_moves~1001108/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>the song keeps going around in my head....i never really liked the beatles, probably because everyone else did....i was more of a doors girl, or the zombies....or the pretty things....i think i got old this year......what a beautiful song what a tribiute to a woman.......about the way she moves.....ever seen an indian woman walk.....even with a pile of whatever on her head she glides.....like a swan on the water...i hope i glide a bit....i hope that someone will think one day....that i ....to quote, attract them like no other lover.....

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]]>Yashenka Revealed!http://yashenkavoulez.blog.co.uk/2006/07/29/yashenka_revealed~998822/2006-07-29T20:22:38+02:00 <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=718327"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/327/718327_43fbc2514b_m.jpg" align="" alt="Jacky stag" title="Jacky stag" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p>Got Brass in Pocket! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://yashenkavoulez.blog.co.uk/2006/07/29/yashenka_revealed~998822/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>Jacky stag

Got Brass in Pocket!

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]]>My Paintingshttp://yashenkavoulez.blog.co.uk/2006/07/18/my_paintings~969343/2006-07-18T17:49:33+02:00 <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=695187"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/187/695187_c13d9d22b5_m.jpg" align="" alt="Number 1" title="Number 1" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=695188"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/188/695188_9636d1d514_m.jpg" align="" alt="Number2" title="Number2" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=695194"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/194/695194_168dadc277_m.jpg" align="" alt="Number3" title="Number3" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=695195"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/195/695195_8b6fb60f75_m.jpg" align="" alt="Number 4" title="Number 4" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=695196"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/196/695196_89619f1f90_m.jpg" align="" alt="Number 5" title="Number 5" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://yashenkavoulez.blog.co.uk/2006/07/18/my_paintings~969343/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>Number 1Number2

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]]>feet on the groundhttp://yashenkavoulez.blog.co.uk/2006/07/13/feet_on_the_ground~957134/2006-07-13T19:01:20+02:00 <p>you have to keep your feet on the ground my mother shouted over the phone, i was at heathrow taking my 10 week old baby overland across africa..............i didnt know what she was talking about,i was 21, the world beckoned and i went.....everwhere...its all mark twains fault.......<br> sail away from the safe harbor, catch the trade winds in your sails,<br> Explore<br> Dream,<br> DISCOVER.</p> <p>and i did and now i dont want to sail away anymore.....i just want love ....a big love a crazy love... </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://yashenkavoulez.blog.co.uk/2006/07/13/feet_on_the_ground~957134/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>you have to keep your feet on the ground my mother shouted over the phone, i was at heathrow taking my 10 week old baby overland across africa..............i didnt know what she was talking about,i was 21, the world beckoned and i went.....everwhere...its all mark twains fault.......
sail away from the safe harbor, catch the trade winds in your sails,
Explore
Dream,
DISCOVER.

and i did and now i dont want to sail away anymore.....i just want love ....a big love a crazy love...

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]]>fixinghttp://yashenkavoulez.blog.co.uk/2006/07/13/fixing~957121/2006-07-13T18:54:37+02:00 <p>i thought long and hard yesterday about why i havnt been on my own blog.......<br> strange i thought .....and its about me being a fixer.....and therapist a bloody know all counsellor.<br> so i go to other peoples blogs and respond to them,<br> i dont maybe have the courage to truly write or even actually know what i fee anymore........i just respond, i just listen, i just utter words of common sense and people think i am clever,<br> how clever can i be when i cant even touch down with myself and find out what i actually feel need and want.<br> so i just keep fixing.....thats what the best therapists do, we just fix,so we dont have to look at our own crap. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://yashenkavoulez.blog.co.uk/2006/07/13/fixing~957121/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>i thought long and hard yesterday about why i havnt been on my own blog.......
strange i thought .....and its about me being a fixer.....and therapist a bloody know all counsellor.
so i go to other peoples blogs and respond to them,
i dont maybe have the courage to truly write or even actually know what i fee anymore........i just respond, i just listen, i just utter words of common sense and people think i am clever,
how clever can i be when i cant even touch down with myself and find out what i actually feel need and want.
so i just keep fixing.....thats what the best therapists do, we just fix,so we dont have to look at our own crap.

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]]>why blog?http://yashenkavoulez.blog.co.uk/2006/06/28/why_blog~918453/2006-06-28T16:19:38+02:00 <p>i didnt know what a blog was until a few months ago,and as the weeks went on and i visited timsuzi, i realised that it was a wonderful forum to actually be all that you are without judgment or guilt , a place where you can be big and little , a place to play a place where you dont have to use capital letters if you dont want to, a place where you can spell familly with 2 ls because it looks better. so about me , every contradiction, very feminine, but i always want to be a cowboy instaed of a saloon gal or a squaw. i am a therapist, of the counselling type.the picture on my blog is me at 18 at art school, i think i was born a tart,. i live alone in cornwall with my son joey, he is 10 and has made me feel reborn, my late arrival is what i call him,we live in a typical cornish cottage. i am lucky i have lots of good friends and the last year has been tough,lots of changes lots of tears but i just remember what toad says in wind in the willows.......onwards and upwards,,,and thats what i do....so i am going to put some of my paintings on tomorrow and i hope that someone will say hello to me soon, feels like the start of something good and pure and new......love yashenka </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://yashenkavoulez.blog.co.uk/2006/06/28/why_blog~918453/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>i didnt know what a blog was until a few months ago,and as the weeks went on and i visited timsuzi, i realised that it was a wonderful forum to actually be all that you are without judgment or guilt , a place where you can be big and little , a place to play a place where you dont have to use capital letters if you dont want to, a place where you can spell familly with 2 ls because it looks better. so about me , every contradiction, very feminine, but i always want to be a cowboy instaed of a saloon gal or a squaw. i am a therapist, of the counselling type.the picture on my blog is me at 18 at art school, i think i was born a tart,. i live alone in cornwall with my son joey, he is 10 and has made me feel reborn, my late arrival is what i call him,we live in a typical cornish cottage. i am lucky i have lots of good friends and the last year has been tough,lots of changes lots of tears but i just remember what toad says in wind in the willows.......onwards and upwards,,,and thats what i do....so i am going to put some of my paintings on tomorrow and i hope that someone will say hello to me soon, feels like the start of something good and pure and new......love yashenka

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