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	<title>Intuitive Plan &#187; Ideas</title>
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		<title>How Ideas Work</title>
		<link>http://www.intuitiveplan.com/2007/12/how-ideas-work/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2007 09:31:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rosemary Senjem</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I have a theory about ideas.

I think God/the Universe/Great Mystery offers these ideas to people who can pull them off. Then if that person resists rising to the opportunity, the idea looks for someone who is more receptive.<span id="more-366"></span>

On the day a wild idea came to you which you had no resources to implement, it seems to me that you were wide open. And maybe it came to you because someone was being a bit resistant. I also think ideas stir up their own momentum and maybe that was what happened. It got you so excited that you had to talk about it.

I get other people’s wandering ideas all the time. They come to me and I know right away this is for someone else, but I’m supposed to do something to give it more energy. Help it along. Then I just talk about it or pass it on to someone who might be able to do something with it.

Eventually word gets back to the people who are resisting and they either get off their duff and do it or they piss and moan about other people having the same idea.

The truth it seems to me is that none of us really owns an idea.

It has got a life of its own, all we do is hatch them or give them more energy until they are realized.]]></description>
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		<title>The Nature of Ideas</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2006 10:15:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rosemary Senjem</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Ideas]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[<p style="font-size: 0.9em"><em>This is a poem I wrote to support The Idea Lounge workshop with Alice Barry. It seemed to come from somewhere else and just dropped in on me while taking a bath to get ready to go. As I filled up my gas tank on the way, it pleaded with me to buy a car wash so I could write it down in there. So I did. Here it is for you. (If you wish to publish it elsewhere, please contact me first. Thanks! Rosemary Senjem)</em></p>

<h4>The Nature of Ideas</h4>
He was mistaken
when he thought she was <em>his</em>
idea —
his winning ticket.

To hide and protect
until he was <em>ready</em>.

She is like a fairy.
She is not of this world.

And to bind her down
is to kill her —
or at least make her stupid.

She needs scrumptious food,
playing fields, playing forests
and play mates.

He has not even realized she has left him.
She slipped out shortly after he locked her away
for <em>later</em>.

She was freely flitting about in search of
other fertile minds —
Open to receive her.
Lots of passing winks and
flirtatious conversations
to get them talking and give her energy.

And then she found Them.
A whole group.
Ready and willing to play
and feed her.

Her wings began to strengthen
and her cheeks glowed.

One day he saw her with Them.
On somebody else's Broadway.
Somebody else's patent.
Somebody else's program.
Somebody else's gizmo.
Somebody else's hand.

He felt betrayed,
angry —
paranoid that they had found his hiding place.

She visited him that night in a dream.
Teasing him with her vision and future.

She touched his heart lightly.

Suddenly he realized
how he had neglected her.
Remorse oozed over him.

As she left she looked at him and said,
"I hope you love my sisters."

I hope you love my sisters.

© 2006 Rosemary Senjem]]></description>
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