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	<title>Love Without Agenda &#187; love</title>
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		<title>Sometimes real needs are silent, when love looks like a vacuum</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Feb 2011 03:32:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lisa O'Brien-Wentzel</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/20110210-101211.jpg"><img src="http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/20110210-101211-300x225.jpg" alt="" title="20110210-101211.jpg" width="300" height="225" class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1397" /></a>Sometimes..

The way we organize and systematize &#8220;Love&#8221;, usually in the form of primary care, is not bad, but seems to cause people to go on some sort of &#8220;care auto pilot&#8221;, and weaken our muscles of empathy and compassion. Sometimes when we think &#8220;help&#8221; we think of people in certain organizational categories &#8220;homeless&#8221;, &#8220;needy child&#8221;, &#8220;elderly&#8221;. 

Of course this is true, helping orphans, widows and the like, is good. 

But it seems that it can become hard to REALLY listen, to someone outside of the &#8220;weak box&#8221; who is REALLY hurting, and not just send them off to the &#8216;Democratic Dept of people who help you with our tax dollars&#8217;. 

Because we may get THAT feeling too. The one that cares. The <a href='http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/2011/02/sometimes-real-needs-are-silent-when-love-looks-like-a-vacuum/' rel="nofollow">Read more...</a></p>]]></description>
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The way we organize and systematize &#8220;Love&#8221;, usually in the form of primary care, is not bad, but seems to cause people to go on some sort of &#8220;care auto pilot&#8221;, and weaken our muscles of empathy and compassion. Sometimes when we think &#8220;help&#8221; we think of people in certain organizational categories &#8220;homeless&#8221;, &#8220;needy child&#8221;, &#8220;elderly&#8221;. 

Of course this is true, helping orphans, widows and the like, is good. 

But it seems that it can become hard to REALLY listen, to someone outside of the &#8220;weak box&#8221; who is REALLY hurting, and not just send them off to the &#8216;Democratic Dept of people who help you with our tax dollars&#8217;. 

Because we may get THAT feeling too. The one that cares. The <a href='http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/2011/02/sometimes-real-needs-are-silent-when-love-looks-like-a-vacuum/' rel="nofollow">Read more...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Valentine&#8217;s Without Agenda (at Starbucks)</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Jan 2011 18:16:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lisa O'Brien-Wentzel</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/20110123-121347.jpg"><img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1369" title="20110123-121347.jpg" src="http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/20110123-121347-300x225.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a><br />I was in Starbucks talking with Katie, the barista and my friend. She was the &#8220;drink maker girl&#8221;, an outstanding one at that.

An upbeat and chatty quadriplegic customer in a wheel chair came in and ordered some specially pressed iced coffee, with just the right kind of milk, and the right kind of syrup and the right amount of ice. He asked Katie lots of questions about the drink and the syrups as she was creating this special drink for him. Katie gracefully managed to care for his drink while she cared for a few other customers all at the same time.

When Katie came around from the counter to had the man his drink, he requested that she give him a sip to try. He requested a tad more syrup, and then another sip, or two. Back around the counter and back out front she <a href='http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/2011/01/valentines-without-agenda-at-starbucks/' rel="nofollow">Read more...</a></p>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/20110123-121347.jpg"><img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1369" title="20110123-121347.jpg" src="http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/20110123-121347-300x225.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a><br />I was in Starbucks talking with Katie, the barista and my friend. She was the &#8220;drink maker girl&#8221;, an outstanding one at that.

An upbeat and chatty quadriplegic customer in a wheel chair came in and ordered some specially pressed iced coffee, with just the right kind of milk, and the right kind of syrup and the right amount of ice. He asked Katie lots of questions about the drink and the syrups as she was creating this special drink for him. Katie gracefully managed to care for his drink while she cared for a few other customers all at the same time.

When Katie came around from the counter to had the man his drink, he requested that she give him a sip to try. He requested a tad more syrup, and then another sip, or two. Back around the counter and back out front she <a href='http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/2011/01/valentines-without-agenda-at-starbucks/' rel="nofollow">Read more...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Daily valentines without agenda</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Jan 2011 01:19:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lisa O'Brien-Wentzel</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/20110123-123518.jpg"><img src="http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/20110123-123518-300x225.jpg" alt="" title="20110123-123518.jpg" width="300" height="225" class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1371" /></a>In a month it will be Valentine&#8217;s Day, the heart candies and dog biscuits are already at The Home Depot checkout. 

Inside of me and you, and everybody, even grouches and hard hearts, there is something just as sweet and love-evoking as candy. I would like for us to share it here on the Love Without Agenda blog. 

This &#8216;sweet stuff&#8217; we humans have is a mixture of inspiration, innovation, collaboration, sacrifice and hope. These are energies that all humans and only humans are born with. Sharing them guarantees that we can keep them, while the adversaries of life seek to take them from us.

Everyday I will post a &#8216;Love Without Agenda&#8217; action, or valentine.  I invite you to post your valentine as comment for others to see, some of these we will repost or <a href='http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/2011/01/daily-valentines-without-agenda/' rel="nofollow">Read more...</a></p>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/20110123-123518.jpg"><img src="http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/20110123-123518-300x225.jpg" alt="" title="20110123-123518.jpg" width="300" height="225" class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1371" /></a>In a month it will be Valentine&#8217;s Day, the heart candies and dog biscuits are already at The Home Depot checkout. 

Inside of me and you, and everybody, even grouches and hard hearts, there is something just as sweet and love-evoking as candy. I would like for us to share it here on the Love Without Agenda blog. 

This &#8216;sweet stuff&#8217; we humans have is a mixture of inspiration, innovation, collaboration, sacrifice and hope. These are energies that all humans and only humans are born with. Sharing them guarantees that we can keep them, while the adversaries of life seek to take them from us.

Everyday I will post a &#8216;Love Without Agenda&#8217; action, or valentine.  I invite you to post your valentine as comment for others to see, some of these we will repost or <a href='http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/2011/01/daily-valentines-without-agenda/' rel="nofollow">Read more...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Love threw Cheerios on the ground</title>
		<link>http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/2010/08/love-threw-cheerios-on-the-ground/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Aug 2010 18:46:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lisa O'Brien-Wentzel</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Those little moments of Love without Agenda added up over time
weave together a pattern a Love for others to see: a Legacy. 

My Aunt, Sister Carol Ann reminded me of the legacy my dad has given us, when she told me how she saw great love when he threw Cheerios on the ground.

My Dad is a man of little words and lots of actions of love. His large tudor style home hosts all of our family gatherings, beautiful inside and out, built on a former nursery lot. Well kept, he does all of his home care himself, working as an expression of love for all who enter. 

One holiday as the family gathered around the kitchen table for appetizers, drink and pre dinner chat, my Dad, serving everyone and awaiting my &#8220;late as usual&#8221; arrival with Jacob-then 1yrs old, took Cheerios and scattered them on the just cleaned floor right in front of the guests. (yes, he cleaned the floor, gramma cooks) 

&#8220;Pat, why are you tossing Cheerios on the floor?&#8221; 

&#8220;Oh, Jacob likes to dust buster vacuum them up with me and so when there is no dirt on the floor, I just make some <a href='http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/2010/08/love-threw-cheerios-on-the-ground/' rel="nofollow">Read more...</a></p><a href="http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/2010/08/love-threw-cheerios-on-the-ground/" title="Love threw Cheerios on the ground"><img src="http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/5295_1165555611659_1010962538_30512402_350812_s3.65btkq5tu3cwcso4s0sso0oo8.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="130" height="86" alt="Love threw Cheerios on the ground" style="float:left; padding:0 10px 10px 0;" /></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Those little moments of Love without Agenda added up over time
weave together a pattern a Love for others to see: a Legacy. 

My Aunt, Sister Carol Ann reminded me of the legacy my dad has given us, when she told me how she saw great love when he threw Cheerios on the ground.

My Dad is a man of little words and lots of actions of love. His large tudor style home hosts all of our family gatherings, beautiful inside and out, built on a former nursery lot. Well kept, he does all of his home care himself, working as an expression of love for all who enter. 

One holiday as the family gathered around the kitchen table for appetizers, drink and pre dinner chat, my Dad, serving everyone and awaiting my &#8220;late as usual&#8221; arrival with Jacob-then 1yrs old, took Cheerios and scattered them on the just cleaned floor right in front of the guests. (yes, he cleaned the floor, gramma cooks) 

&#8220;Pat, why are you tossing Cheerios on the floor?&#8221; 

&#8220;Oh, Jacob likes to dust buster vacuum them up with me and so when there is no dirt on the floor, I just make some <a href='http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/2010/08/love-threw-cheerios-on-the-ground/' rel="nofollow">Read more...</a></p><a href="http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/2010/08/love-threw-cheerios-on-the-ground/" title="Love threw Cheerios on the ground"><img src="http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/5295_1165555611659_1010962538_30512402_350812_s3.65btkq5tu3cwcso4s0sso0oo8.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="130" height="86" alt="Love threw Cheerios on the ground" style="float:left; padding:0 10px 10px 0;" /></a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Learning To Love With Jessie (Part 2)</title>
		<link>http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/2010/02/learning-to-love-with-jessie-part-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 19:53:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lisa O'Brien-Wentzel</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Lucky for me i make my decisions based on my dreamer parts and get there using my engineer parts. First why, then how. Otherwise we lock dreams in reality and only read about them as stories. 

When we adults opt out of important moments in the lives of kids, we rob them, their kids, and ourselves; we are fools to think anything is unseen. 

So, the fun began with Jessie in our home. 
My oldest son shared his solo bedroom. He no longer sat in the front seat of the car, Jessie did. He had someone older to watch older kid movies with. Sometimes they shared friends and play sports at a more mature level. He moved his role in the family as first born, to some extent. I dont think it was so easy for him. He listened to a LOT more talking than his brothers did. He listened to talking about bad hair days and feeling fat days. He helped her with math. She tells him he is smart, she is very expressive. He learns how to empathize and relate with well chosen words.   

I observe kids &#8220;loving without agenda&#8221; better than adults. These kids did not chose their life thus far, <a href='http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/2010/02/learning-to-love-with-jessie-part-2/' rel="nofollow">Read more...</a></p><a href="http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/2010/02/learning-to-love-with-jessie-part-2/" title="Learning To Love With Jessie (Part 2)"><img src="http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/girl_pencil_sketch.bi2r4d7w3ago8w0kwkkgk4gkc.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="191" alt="Learning To Love With Jessie (Part 2)" style="float:left; padding:0 10px 10px 0;" /></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Lucky for me i make my decisions based on my dreamer parts and get there using my engineer parts. First why, then how. Otherwise we lock dreams in reality and only read about them as stories. 

When we adults opt out of important moments in the lives of kids, we rob them, their kids, and ourselves; we are fools to think anything is unseen. 

So, the fun began with Jessie in our home. 
My oldest son shared his solo bedroom. He no longer sat in the front seat of the car, Jessie did. He had someone older to watch older kid movies with. Sometimes they shared friends and play sports at a more mature level. He moved his role in the family as first born, to some extent. I dont think it was so easy for him. He listened to a LOT more talking than his brothers did. He listened to talking about bad hair days and feeling fat days. He helped her with math. She tells him he is smart, she is very expressive. He learns how to empathize and relate with well chosen words.   

I observe kids &#8220;loving without agenda&#8221; better than adults. These kids did not chose their life thus far, <a href='http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/2010/02/learning-to-love-with-jessie-part-2/' rel="nofollow">Read more...</a></p><a href="http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/2010/02/learning-to-love-with-jessie-part-2/" title="Learning To Love With Jessie (Part 2)"><img src="http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/girl_pencil_sketch.bi2r4d7w3ago8w0kwkkgk4gkc.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="191" alt="Learning To Love With Jessie (Part 2)" style="float:left; padding:0 10px 10px 0;" /></a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Learning To Love With Jessie (Part 1)</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 30 Jan 2010 21:31:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lisa O'Brien-Wentzel</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Quite often i see life as a sport where love is the action, every moment like a ball thrown our way for us to practice the art of loving without agenda.

Jessie is in my life one of those wonderful moments, lived on.

I was total &#8220;koolaid mom&#8221;, lived on a block in suburbia in a 1920&#8242;s bungalow with charm all its own, its wooden red door always open for the neighborhood kids to become family with my 3 boys. We had tons of fun: made those tents from blankets and chairs on rainy days, ran around outside with sticks on all days, played baseball in the neighbors yard on nicer days and made stuff from playdough on special days. I made lots and lots of plates of grilled cheese sandwiches and swept lots and lots of crumbs.

Jessie is the only girl on the block, a couple years older than the crowd of elementary school boys; mostly happy that her super high energy and, in her teen girl mind, menacing little brother, was always at my place. She lived at first with both parents, then mom, then grandma, then dad. Troubles in her home the same as many folks encounter, her <a href='http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/2010/01/learning-to-love-with-jessie-pt1/' rel="nofollow">Read more...</a></p><a href="http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/2010/01/learning-to-love-with-jessie-pt1/" title="Learning To Love With Jessie (Part 1)"><img src="http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/bearcave.e7c8lv3usrkg8k84cswg4wc8c.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="135" alt="Learning To Love With Jessie (Part 1)" style="float:left; padding:0 10px 10px 0;" /></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Quite often i see life as a sport where love is the action, every moment like a ball thrown our way for us to practice the art of loving without agenda.

Jessie is in my life one of those wonderful moments, lived on.

I was total &#8220;koolaid mom&#8221;, lived on a block in suburbia in a 1920&#8242;s bungalow with charm all its own, its wooden red door always open for the neighborhood kids to become family with my 3 boys. We had tons of fun: made those tents from blankets and chairs on rainy days, ran around outside with sticks on all days, played baseball in the neighbors yard on nicer days and made stuff from playdough on special days. I made lots and lots of plates of grilled cheese sandwiches and swept lots and lots of crumbs.

Jessie is the only girl on the block, a couple years older than the crowd of elementary school boys; mostly happy that her super high energy and, in her teen girl mind, menacing little brother, was always at my place. She lived at first with both parents, then mom, then grandma, then dad. Troubles in her home the same as many folks encounter, her <a href='http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/2010/01/learning-to-love-with-jessie-pt1/' rel="nofollow">Read more...</a></p><a href="http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/2010/01/learning-to-love-with-jessie-pt1/" title="Learning To Love With Jessie (Part 1)"><img src="http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/bearcave.e7c8lv3usrkg8k84cswg4wc8c.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="135" alt="Learning To Love With Jessie (Part 1)" style="float:left; padding:0 10px 10px 0;" /></a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Jun 2008 05:12:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lisa O'Brien-Wentzel</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[i dont like PEOPLE magazine, never did. even worse, i hate talking with people about the people stories in PEOPLE magazine. i DO think PEOPLE magazine is smart and respect everything about the business. it&#8217;s just not of interest to me to talk about hollywood stars as if i really knew them. i also bet that if i had a hollywood star friend, she would feel the same way.
yet it seems like i am often stuck working my way out of such conversations, long ones about people we will never can really know. and PEOPLE magazine sells better than anything ive done. i write this blog and everyone knows what PEOPLE magazine is. because we people love to talk about lives that we dont live. ive pondered this since i was a child. why do we tend to lean towards spending time and energy on things that do not really produce anything? anything for now or anything for later. anything for us or another. seems illogical.and it then feeds  a machine that leaves us hungry.
hungry for real relationships some say.
hm. true.
but. we often talk and write about relationships and community the same way, <a href='http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/2008/06/loving-lives-we-dont-live/' rel="nofollow">Read more...</a></p><a href="http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/2008/06/loving-lives-we-dont-live/" title="loving lives we don&#8217;t live"><img src="http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/wp-content/plugins/yet-another-photoblog/YapbThumbnailer.php?post_id=70&amp;w=180" width="1" height="1" alt="loving lives we don&#8217;t live" style="float:left; padding:0 10px 10px 0;" /></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[i dont like PEOPLE magazine, never did. even worse, i hate talking with people about the people stories in PEOPLE magazine. i DO think PEOPLE magazine is smart and respect everything about the business. it&#8217;s just not of interest to me to talk about hollywood stars as if i really knew them. i also bet that if i had a hollywood star friend, she would feel the same way.
yet it seems like i am often stuck working my way out of such conversations, long ones about people we will never can really know. and PEOPLE magazine sells better than anything ive done. i write this blog and everyone knows what PEOPLE magazine is. because we people love to talk about lives that we dont live. ive pondered this since i was a child. why do we tend to lean towards spending time and energy on things that do not really produce anything? anything for now or anything for later. anything for us or another. seems illogical.and it then feeds  a machine that leaves us hungry.
hungry for real relationships some say.
hm. true.
but. we often talk and write about relationships and community the same way, <a href='http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/2008/06/loving-lives-we-dont-live/' rel="nofollow">Read more...</a></p><a href="http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/2008/06/loving-lives-we-dont-live/" title="loving lives we don&#8217;t live"><img src="http://www.lovewithoutagenda.com/wp-content/plugins/yet-another-photoblog/YapbThumbnailer.php?post_id=70&amp;w=180" width="1" height="1" alt="loving lives we don&#8217;t live" style="float:left; padding:0 10px 10px 0;" /></a>]]></content:encoded>
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