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Your Personality is the Rarest (INFJ)

Your personality type is introspective, principled, self critical, and sensitive. Only about 2% of all people have your personality - including 3% of all women and around 1% of all men. You are Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Judging.

How Rare Is Your Personality?

Death

David C. Kupsis, 67, of Brookhaven, died on Saturday, Aug. 16, 2008, at Taylor Hospice, Ridley Park.

Born in Ridley Park, he had been a resident of Brookhaven for the past 41 years.

He was a graduate of St. James High School, class of 1959, and West Chester University, class of 1963. He also received his master's degree from West Chester.

He had been employed by the West Chester Area School District as an elementary school teacher for 39 years, retiring in 2002. He had taught fifth grade at Penn Wood Elementary School.

He was an active member of the Church of Our Lady of Charity, Brookhaven, where he taught CCD for 20 years. He had also coached youth baseball and basketball in the Brookhaven area.

He was a member of the Accordion Pops Orchestra.

He is survived by his wife of 45 years, Mary (nee Bryan) Kupsis; one son, David C. Kupsis Jr. of Perkiomenville; one daughter, Diana (Eric) Barraclough of Brookhaven; and one brother, Charles Kupsis of Trinity, Fla. He was the grandfather of Noah and Ava Barraclough; and the brother of the late Patricia Smarowsky.

A funeral Mass will be on Wednesday, Aug. 20, at 10:30 a.m. at the Church of Our Lady of Charity, Upland Road, Brookhaven.

Interment will be in Ss. Peter & Paul Cemetery in Marple Township.

Friends may call after 8:30 a.m. at the Minshall Shropshire-Bleyler Funeral Home Middletown (Route 352) and Knowlton roads, Middletown Township, Media.

Memorial contributions may be made to Taylor Hospice, 300 Johnson Ave., Ridley Park, PA 19078.

The above is an obituary of my 5th grade teacher. He was someone I'll always remember. The kind of teacher whose students would come back year after year to visit him. The summer before 5th grade I had hoped I'd get put in his class because you always heard such wonderful things about him. But it was a hard year because he was diagnosed with prostate cancer and had to miss many months of school. We had a longterm substitute teacher whom I disliked. I've often thought about him over the years and wondered if he was still living.

There have been a lot of deaths this summer. Joy's aunt, Laura's mom, two girls I went to school with. It's always sad to hear about someone you know who has passed but it's even sadder when you think about the lives that will be affected because of the loss. I have a book called The Soul Survival Kit that offers a good perspective on death.

"Death happens, not just to the physical body of someone, but to everything that comes to an end. We are taught to be frightened of death, but death can be understood as a chance for renewal. With death, new things are born or come into your life. If you believe in reincarnation or rebirth, then the death of the physical body can be viewed as a chance for the spirit to come again.

Whatever your beliefs, allow death to have its role and purpose. By accepting it you will learn how to let go and move forward. As well, you will understand the ebb and flow of the cycle that we are inextricably a part of: birth - life - growth - attachment - death - loss - grief - disengagement - rebirth.

Death and beginnings are part of the evolution of your spirit. We need these lessons to grow up and out into the world. At the time it's very confusing, hurtful and painful and can make us bitter, angry and resentful. But we each have a duty to carry on living our life the way the Universe, God or the Spirit intended. Until it's our turn"

Om means Bliss

"Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open" - Natasha Bedingfield

I often feel euphoric surges of light and energy for no particular reason. Even when and espeically when things are not going well. I believe this euphoric state comes from the knowledge that though I cannot control external circumstances, maintaining wellness in my inner universe is always within my grasp. The trials I've had to experience have been gifts that have served a purpose and taught valuable lessons. The wisdom I have gained, I can share with others. The realization that you can overcome any obstacle, by adapting, adjusting and allowing your spirit to flourish is a joy. I wish this sense of serenity for all beings.

"I'm just an ordinary girl, living in an extraordinary world" - Gwen Stefani

I'm constantly inspired by people, places, ideas, images, music. I am ever changing, ever growing, ever manifesting and attracting the things I want and desire into my life. I believe we must take our obsessive, addictive, neurotic tendencies and channel them towards healthy practices. Bring awareness to the food you eat, to the way you live your life. Instead of turning to the television, drinking or whatever fill-in-the-blank bad habit you have, why not entertain yourself by doing something that contributes to the world in a positive way?

"The more you know, the more you realize you know nothing" - Unknown

There is so much knowledge to be consumed. Whenever you find a great teacher, someone you admire and look up to, remember that we are all each other's superiors. We all have our areas of expertise that we can share with one another. You have so much to offer. One of my favorite writers SARK just released a new book called Juicy Pens, Thirsty Paper. Instead of going to the movies or listening to a cd to hear someone else tell you a story, why not write your own? Don't become so lazy that you forget the amazing ability of your own imagination.

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I wish to inspire you to live a life filled with self awareness, cultivating love and respect for your body and becoming attuned to the light that exists inside you so that you may share it with others.

Namaste.

Book - It

I'm trying to sleep, really I am. But late at night for some usually annoying reason, I'm spun with creativity. It begs to be let out in any shape or form. And so I must adhere to the calling to blog. Lol.

I want to write about books. I absolutely love to read. It feels as necessary to me as breathing. I started reading early and was in a special program at school for those who had a high reading level. I looked forward to library class when we'd have stories read to us and I loved book fairs, book orders and that cheesy Book It program when the class who read the most books got a pizza party at the end.

Growing up, I'd usually read series such as The Boxcar Children, The Babysitter's Club and Sweet Valley. I would read them so quickly that it was hard for me to wait til the next book was released. I'd often come to the dinner table head buried in a book or I'd get reprimanded in school because I'd have a book under my desk and be trying to read if we were watching a movie or learning something else.

As I entered my teen years, I became a big fan of magazines. I loved going to the mailbox and finding a fresh, new magazine waiting for me. I'd cut things out, make collages and hang them on my wall. Now I am very much into what I'll call 'learning books'. I have an endless hunger for knowledge and understanding and books have always been a great source of comfort for me. Whatever I am interested in, I seek further comprehension in books. I prefer books over TV because I feel more involved in the process of reading than I do of passively sitting and watching a show.

I also love bookstores. The thought of spending an evening at a Barnes and Noble or Borders is as exciting to me as some people might get about going to a theme park or a ball game. Being surrounded by books is like being in the middle of a limitless world of possibilities. Sometimes I feel overwhelmed if I can't decided what I want to read. I love to browse through the store and see what pops out at me and grabs my attention.

I feel that books are giagantic letters to the world, and I think it's a very special thing to be able to listen to someone's story because in doing so, you connect with the voice and soul of the writer. I aspire to write and publish a book one day. To me, that would be the ultimate accomplishment. Well maybe moreso if I knew people were actually buying it :-)

Oh, so back to the whole idea behind this blog entry (boy, I get carried away sometimes) I was just looking at my overflowing bookshelf and thinking how I'd like to have a library in my house. Just a whole room of books and comfy chairs with big pillows so people could just relax and curl up with a book if they wanted. I have so many books at my parents house, packed away in boxes. This thought makes me shudder. Their messages are not getting out there. I like the idea of passing on books when you are done with them but I also like to keep them as reference materials. The good thing about books is that you can pick them up again and again and get something different out of them every time.

So that's it really, hope you enjoyed my entry. If reading for pleasure isn't your cup of tea, leave me a comment and tell me what you like!

Poems

I've been meaning to blog but too much is going on right now. Here are three of my alltime favorite poems in the meantime. Much love,

Robin




Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

By Robert Frost

PHENOMENAL WOMAN

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion size
But when I start to tell them
They think I'm telling lies.
I say
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips
The stride of my steps
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please
And to a man
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees
Then they swarm around me
A hive of honey bees.
I say
It's the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth
The swing of my waist
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say
It's in the arch of my back
The sun of my smile
The ride of my breasts
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say
It's in the click of my heels
The bend of my hair
The palm of my hand
The need for my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.

by Maya Angelou


Imagine A Woman In Love With Herself

Imagine a woman who believes it is right and good she is a woman.
A woman who honors her experiences and tells her stories.
Who refuses to carry the sins of others within her body and life.

Imagine a woman who trusts and respects herself.
A woman who listens to her needs and desires.
Who meets them with tenderness and grace.

Imagine a woman who has acknowledged the past's influence on the present.
A woman who has walked through her pain.
Who has healed into the present.

Imagine a woman who authors her own life.
A woman who exerts, initiates and moves on her own behalf.
Who refuses to surrender except to her truest self and wisest voice.

Imagine a woman who names her own Gods.
A woman who believes her body is enough, just as it is.
Who celebrates her body's rhythms and cycles as an exquisite resource.

Imagine a woman who honors the body of the Goddess in her changing body.
A woman who celebrates the accumulation of her years and her wisdom.
Who refuses to use her precious life energy disguising the changes in her body and life.

Imagine a woman who values the women in her life.
A woman who sits in circles of women.
Who is reminded of the truth about herself when she forgets.

Imagine yourself as this woman.

By: Patricia Lynn Riley