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Julie graduated from Creighton University with a major in dance and Theology and taught for several years at an inner-city school in Milwaukee. With a desire to expand her knowledge of the arts and spirituality, she attended St. John’s University in Collegeville and completed a Masters in Theology and Liturgical Studies. Over the years, her quest to merge diverse religious beliefs and practices through the commonalities of love and peaceful living, led her to travel, live, and study with shaman practitioners, herbal healers, Native American medicine women, Buddhist priests and other earth-based spiritual teachers. Through these experiences and experiences with global metaphysical teachings, she learned to honor the eternal source of love in all people.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Segment Eight: Reunion of Yin and Yang

“Men and women don’t get intimate after a few minutes of introduction.” She blew upward at a strand of dry hair which had fallen over her eyes. The sudden puff lifted the feather light fringe.

“Perhaps my observations of your culture are skewed.” The room had become warm. He removed his suit jacket and loosened his tie while maintaining eye contact.

“Well, naturally there are exceptions. But I’m not one of those exceptions.” She crossed her arms and looked away.

“No, I can see you’re put together wrong.”

She whipped her gaze back to meet his. “What do you mean by that? You don’t think I have the right equipment to put out?”

Now he’d insulted her. He furrowed his brow. “What is this expression, ‘put out’?”

Through closed lips, she released a breath which resembled a huff. “It’s a term having to do with sexual interaction.”

“Well then, I believe,” he said, shaking his finger side to side, “No, I know you’re equipped to put out just fine.”

“This is the most ridiculous conversation I’ve ever had. You’ve completely side-tracked me. And, don’t think I don’t know what I’m talking about. This room changed-again-and I want to know how you’re managing such a feat.”

“Magic,” he said.

“Well I know that. I just want to know how.”

“You can’t know that until we know each other more intimately.”

“Arrrrh.” She shook her fists at the ceiling and scrambled to the coat stand. “Now we’re back to the beginning of this whole mess. I’m out of here.”

He slapped his palm over the raincoat and hook. “Listen, Katherine, I seem to have gone about this in the wrong way. I’m not about to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. For my part, I’d like to pretend this conversation hasn’t happened and begin again. If you’d like to do the same, please join me by the fire. If not....”

He shrugged and walked away.

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