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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628673753287278551</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 Jul 2011 16:33:16 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>L'Anse Au Griffon</category><category>follow heart</category><category>Camino de Santiago</category><category>path</category><category>Griffon Adventures</category><category>Camping by the sea</category><category>Lourdes</category><category>Road to Spain</category><category>New Carlisle</category><category>death</category><category>Pilgrimage</category><category>courage</category><category>change</category><category>travel living</category><category>Quebec</category><category>Bed and Breakfast</category><category>Trekking</category><category>老路</category><category>truth</category><category>Catholic News Singapore</category><category>travel</category><category>Singapore</category><category>hiking</category><category>Quebecois</category><category>WCCM</category><category>Quebec province</category><category>unhappiness</category><category>cultural investments</category><category>Bath in Lourdes</category><category>mother</category><category>Walking pilgrimage</category><category>herbs</category><category>Gaspésie</category><category>terminal condition</category><category>Compostelle</category><category>Chemin</category><category>telling the truth</category><category>culture</category><category>transformation</category><category>Saint Jacques</category><category>decisions</category><category>Gaspesie</category><category>dilemma</category><category>Gaspé</category><category>on foot</category><category>The Way</category><category>strength</category><category>identity</category><category>St James</category><category>crossroads</category><category>Manoir Hamilton</category><category>Couette et Café</category><category>path to change</category><title>Secrets of My Nomadic Heart</title><description>stories and thoughts on travel and the inner journey...</description><link>http://denise-camino.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Denise CHNG Lisan)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ThePathToChange" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="thepathtochange" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628673753287278551.post-2250655611149627713</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Mar 2011 15:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-24T08:41:42.795-07:00</atom:updated><title>If I could make a difference...</title><atom:summary>A few days ago, I walked into a restaurant and an acquaintance I barely knew waved at me and said, "I dream't of you last night!" She went on to shrug it off saying that I was just a representation, a symbol, in her dream. She was planning to go a meditation session that night to pray for the victims of the Japan quake, she explained. Meditation? I had been wanting to meditate in a group for the </atom:summary><link>http://denise-camino.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-i-could-make-difference.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise CHNG Lisan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThePathToChange/~4/66hkyGRWDHo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628673753287278551.post-5259452226424707261</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 15:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-25T08:57:22.042-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bath in Lourdes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lourdes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pilgrimage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Catholic News Singapore</category><title>Published in The CatholicNews Singapore Sep 27, 2009 : A Bath in Lourdes</title><atom:summary>A BATH IN LOURDESA time of inner preparation for the pilgrimageBy Denise Chng Lisan27th September, 2009It probably sounds crazy to wait five hours for a bath, but that was exactly what I did in Lourdes in France. The long line sifted out the faithful from the undetermined, as the hours of waiting got unbearable. I waited on, motivated more by curiosity than by faith. 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But meeting 老路 Lao Lu caught me with a greater surprise than meeting a Chinese. She is a 77-year old Gaspesian strong-minded lady who came up and spoke to me in fluent Mandarin.  On many occasions, from the streets of Bangkok, New York or wherever, people throw a few words at me in Mandarin, like 'Ni Hao' (How are you, </atom:summary><link>http://denise-camino.blogspot.com/2009/08/meeting-lao-lu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise CHNG Lisan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThePathToChange/~4/LLBZx98kk_I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628673753287278551.post-6124270502347057929</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2009 18:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-29T18:42:13.744-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Camping by the sea</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Griffon Adventures</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gaspé</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gaspesie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">L'Anse Au Griffon</category><title>Camping at the Edge of Land with Griffon Aventure</title><atom:summary>We arrived at a camping paradise. Signs of bohemian art, written 'Griffon Adventures' led us to the campground hidden between the little highway and the Bas St. Laurent coast. Our car wheeled slowly down the beaten path and came upon the woods shack named 'Accueil' (i.e. reception). 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We love their hospitality, as they often welcome us with a warm hug and great food. We celebrated our vacation together with lively white wine and two sixteen-inch seafood pizza, followed by a little fire in the garden and star-gazing. 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I was excited in the beginning because I knew that I was going to start life-giving seeds that would then bloom into fruits, flowers or vegetables. But the anticipation later gave way to anxiety because the early seeds were vulnerable. 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I am torn between keeping the little seedlings indoors, safe from the harsh winds, or outdoors where they could get sunlight for growth. Ah, the nurturing stage is always tricky...not too much of this, and not too much of that. 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And I, I feel like a bear coming out of hibernation. My spirit is coming alive, and my layers of procrastination are melting away with the cold winter. 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We are so conditioned to live in a complex world, that we forget what it means to be simple. There are so many things pulling us away from what is truly important to us within. We often get side-tracked and distracted. The hardest thing that we can do, which is also the simplest thing, is to be silent. 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I considered </atom:summary><link>http://denise-camino.blogspot.com/2009/02/mulling-and-experimenting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise CHNG Lisan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92P3lzINc0M/SaC2GJpC6fI/AAAAAAAADGI/LIyc2vjs1DU/s72-c/DC+Watercolor+Portrait2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThePathToChange/~4/4eMhyHBbb2w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628673753287278551.post-260805666700873416</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Feb 2009 09:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-20T18:19:20.998-08:00</atom:updated><title>Yellow Arrow No.4: The Power of Vision</title><atom:summary>Before I went on the Camino, I asked many questions regarding the kind of life I want to lead. I was ready for change, but I did not know exactly what. 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It's been an amazing journey. As I look back, one thing that marks the change in me is the amount of faith I have in life now. At one stage and several points, I felt that it was a plunge into the unknown. It was unfamiliar and </atom:summary><link>http://denise-camino.blogspot.com/2009/01/yellow-arrow-no3-faith.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise CHNG Lisan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThePathToChange/~4/JaOLDcXUeOc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628673753287278551.post-835616010773330621</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Jan 2009 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-24T00:00:02.221-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">decisions</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">crossroads</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">follow heart</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">change</category><title>Yellow Arrow No.2: Crossroads</title><atom:summary>Almost when we realize we need change, we will come to a crossroad of decisions to make. This will be the moment of truth - the test of our will. Be it leaving the job that we no longer grow in, saying goodbye to a dying relationship that we have invested our time and love in, or breaking away from a habit that destroys us etc., the decision to make change is never easy. Change is painful. But </atom:summary><link>http://denise-camino.blogspot.com/2009/01/yellow-arrow-no2-crossroads.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise CHNG Lisan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThePathToChange/~4/-DaFVTEBtcc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628673753287278551.post-4627071254826183097</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Jan 2009 16:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-17T08:00:00.938-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">unhappiness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">change</category><title>Yellow Arrow No.1: Unhappiness</title><atom:summary>I believe that in any change we want to make, it always starts with some form of unhappiness. Some may view unhappiness as a curse, but on hindsight I'd like to see it as a big sign. It is because of this unhappiness that we feel that we are starting to think of making the change. The unhappiness may come in the form of a job we are starting to hate, a relationship that no longer makes us happy, </atom:summary><link>http://denise-camino.blogspot.com/2009/01/yellow-arrow-no1-unhappiness_17.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise CHNG Lisan)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThePathToChange/~4/u0BYoOgKRGI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628673753287278551.post-1702044445270905376</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2009 19:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-15T11:00:00.938-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">path to change</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">change</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">transformation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">path</category><title>The Path to Change</title><atom:summary>With the new year, come new thoughts. It's rather amazing how our thoughts, even though at times unconscious, could motivate our actions and translate into reality. I wanted to stop writing my blog towards late last year. It became necessary to reflect what I wanted to write about. The subject has to be true to me, and meaningful to others. Hence I decided to take a break, and be silent for a </atom:summary><link>http://denise-camino.blogspot.com/2009/01/path-to-change.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise CHNG Lisan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThePathToChange/~4/8CgLKXOyv1I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628673753287278551.post-4968807798858148823</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Jan 2009 22:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-10T14:18:09.473-08:00</atom:updated><title>Into the Wild</title><atom:summary>After watching the movie Into the Wild a few months ago, the movie still haunts me. It's a story about Christopher McCandless, a young man who came from an affluent Virginia suburb, who graduated with honors from Emory University in 1990. Christopher set out on his own across the country after he graduated, without a car, money or family connections. He was on a quest to find the person within. </atom:summary><link>http://denise-camino.blogspot.com/2009/01/into-wild.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise CHNG Lisan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThePathToChange/~4/9oT9EuOUl_E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628673753287278551.post-2238719681222245671</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2009 16:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-09T10:03:10.226-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">culture</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">travel living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">travel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Quebecois</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Quebec province</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">identity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Quebec</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Singapore</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cultural investments</category><title>Published on Nov 8, 2008 in The Business Times, Singapore: Preserving a Proud Heritage</title><atom:summary>by Denise Chng Lisan'TRAVEL is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living,' wrote Miriam Beard.Life in Quebec is now my teacher, pointing out my knowledge gaps and honing my ideas of living - be it language, culture, life-skills, or the environment.I came to the Quebec province of Canada armed with a French language diploma, thinking </atom:summary><link>http://denise-camino.blogspot.com/2009/01/published-on-nov-8-2008-in-business.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise CHNG Lisan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92P3lzINc0M/SWd-sF0VV7I/AAAAAAAADCs/Ne2nfIcx-rA/s72-c/DC-Quebec3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThePathToChange/~4/ggnwO27Gv-A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628673753287278551.post-4097629321537248786</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2009 15:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-09T09:56:46.512-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Saint Jacques</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Way</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">St James</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Compostelle</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">on foot</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Road to Spain</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Camino de Santiago</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Trekking</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hiking</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Walking pilgrimage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chemin</category><title>Published on 2 Sep 2008 in The Straits Times: 600km Walking Pilgrimage through Spain</title><atom:summary>by Denise Chng LisanFrom the moment I discovered an ancient pilgrimage path in Spain in June last year, the attraction of walking hundreds of kilometres towards an assured destination grew on me daily.My eagerness to go on a month-long journey on foot across the steep slopes, lush valleys and forests of the Pyrenees, and through countless small towns and villages, was part of a subconscious quest</atom:summary><link>http://denise-camino.blogspot.com/2009/01/published-on-2-sep-2008-in-straits.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise CHNG Lisan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92P3lzINc0M/SWdxKpWC0uI/AAAAAAAADBY/T681r2t4Ecw/s72-c/a_Pyrenees.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThePathToChange/~4/-xhi5EHfb5Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628673753287278551.post-4098529203720874359</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2009 15:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-09T10:03:52.326-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">telling the truth</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">death</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">courage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dilemma</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">truth</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">strength</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mother</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">terminal condition</category><title>Published Dec 2, 2006 The Straits Times Forum: To tell or not to tell the truth</title><atom:summary>Dec 2, 2006  When the end nears, don't hold back the truthI REFER to the article, 'When the end nears, to tell or not to tell?' (ST, Nov 27), regarding telling loved ones about their terminal condition.Having lost my mother to cancer last month, I faced the same dilemma and have come to my own conclusions.We do not have the right to rob the time of our dying loved ones by withholding the truth </atom:summary><link>http://denise-camino.blogspot.com/2009/01/published-dec-2-2006-straits-times.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise CHNG Lisan)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThePathToChange/~4/_lTKNT_P9Fk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628673753287278551.post-2933521995454021894</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Nov 2008 07:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-04T23:46:48.880-08:00</atom:updated><title>Hope in its full glory</title><atom:summary>I have just witnessed hope in its full glory. Watching and listening to Obama's presidential acceptance speech is like being in the historic moment when Martin Luther King said, "I have a dream!..." We cannot walk alone... We cannot turn back... I have a dream...I have a dream...I have a dream... That was in 1963.Today, 45 years later, Obama exclaims, “If there is anyone out there who still </atom:summary><link>http://denise-camino.blogspot.com/2008/11/hope-in-its-full-glory.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise CHNG Lisan)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThePathToChange/~4/GjxxhOds-N8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628673753287278551.post-7583826078668328114</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2008 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-26T19:42:43.668-07:00</atom:updated><title>In loving memory of my mother</title><atom:summary>The autumn season, to me, represents the season of maturing and dying. It is easy to forget because it is so beautiful. But it affirms to me that dying can be beautiful and graceful. During this autumn day of October 27, I remember my mother. She left us two years ago on this day. It was a shattering day for us all. However, her death and the months leading to it, reminded me constantly of living</atom:summary><link>http://denise-camino.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-loving-memory-of-my-mother.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise CHNG Lisan)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThePathToChange/~4/_GuPDXIe7IE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628673753287278551.post-3087287105081600060</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Oct 2008 18:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-24T11:31:14.569-07:00</atom:updated><title>Why I love the colours of Autumn Season</title><atom:summary /><link>http://denise-camino.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-i-love-colours-of-autumn-season.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise CHNG Lisan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThePathToChange/~4/Xd1RqgYcPvY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628673753287278551.post-9152597764082630479</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Oct 2008 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-12T00:00:00.642-07:00</atom:updated><title>Gypsy Caravan part 3: Appalachian Trail</title><atom:summary>Climbing part of the Appalachian Trail was never part of my plan on this trip. I didn't even know I was this close to it. I had first heard of the Appalachian Trail when I came back from my Camino. A friend from my meditation group said she would like to do the Appalachian one day. From her, I learnt that the Appalachian mountain range starts from America, extends into Canada, and is a very </atom:summary><link>http://denise-camino.blogspot.com/2008/10/gypsy-caravan-part-3-appalachian-trail.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Denise CHNG Lisan)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThePathToChange/~4/XruKuEg6b3I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>

