Well I have setup a new site at Multiply. Multiply has many neat features such as Music on websites, Multi MP3 Player and download capability, strong security features and a ton of templates and customization options. There also lots of good people that are there and more are joining every day. Multiply also has a neat feature that lets you see who is visiting your site and shows you what areas they are looking at.

On the downside, it is hard to find new friends that have common interests there. Multiply's searching capability is not the greatest. It is geared more to existing groups of friends that know each others e-mail address. Also 360 has a warmer easier feel to it. I'm sad to see that Yahoo is moving towards Mash instead of improving 360.

I am still gonna update the 360 site as well as the Multiply site. There are just too many good people here at 360 to totally leave.

Would like you all to stop by and see my new Multiply site. Please Take a look at my new graphics layout and tell me what you think. I think it ROCKS! But then I'm partial. LOL!

Click Here To Go To My New Multiply Site

Have Your Ever Really Loved A Woman?

To really love a woman
To understand her - you gotta know her deep inside
Hear every thought - see every dream
Give her wings when she wants to fly
Then when you find yourself lying helpless in her arms
You know you really love a woman

When you love a woman you tell her that she's really wanted
When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one
Cuz she needs somebody to tell her that it's gonna last forever
So tell me have you ever really - really really ever loved a woman?

To really love a woman
Let her hold you - til you know how she needs to be touched
You've gotta breathe her - really taste her
Til you can feel her in your blood
Then when you can see your unborn children in her eyes
You know you really love a woman

Chorus

You got to give her some faith - hold her tight
A little tenderness - gotta treat her right
She will be there for you, taking good care of you
You really gotta love your woman...

Lord of the Dance

When She danced on the water and the wind was Her horn,
The Lady laughed, and everything was born,
She lit the sun and its light gave Him birth,
The Lord of the Dance then appeared on the Earth.

Dance, dance, wherever you may be,
For I am the Lord of the Dance, said He!
I’ll lead you all wherever you may be
and I’ll lead you all in the Dance, said He!

I danced in the morning when the world was begun,
I danced in the Moon and the Stars and the Sun,
I was called from the darkness by the Song of the Earth,
I joined in the singing and She gave Me birth!

I dance at the Sabbat when you chant the Spell,
I dance and sing that everyone be well;
When the dance is over, do not think that I am gone
To live is the music! So still dance on!

They cut me down, but I leap up high,
I am the Life that will never, ever die,
I live in you if you live in me,
I am the Lord of the Dance , said He.

I dance in the Circle when the flames leap up high,
I dance in the Fire and I never, ever die,
I dance in the waves of the bright summer sea,
For I am the Lord of the wave’s mystery.

I sleep in the kernel, and I dance in the rain,
I dance in the wind and through waving grain,
And when you cut me down, I care nothing for the pain;
In the spring I’m the lord of the Dance once again!

I see the Maidens laughing as they dance in the sun,
And I count the fruits of the harvest, one by one,
I know the storm is coming, but the grain is all stored,
So I sing of the Dance of the Lady and Her Lord.

The Horn of the Lady cast its sound across the plain,
The birds took the notes and gave them back again,
Till the sound of Her music was a song in the sky,
And to that song there is only one reply.

The moon in her phases and the tides of the sea,
The movement of the earth and the seasons that will be,
Are the rhythm for the dancing, and a promise through the years,
That the Dance goes on through all our joy and tears.

We dance ever slower as the leaves fall and spin,
And the sound of the Horn is the wailing of the wind,
The Earth is wrapped in stillness, and we move in a trance,
But we hold on fast to our faith in the dance!

The sun is in the northland and the days grow chill
and the sound of the Horn is fading on the hill,
‘Tis the Horn of the Hunter, as He rides across the plain,
And the Lady sleeps till the Spring comes again.

The sun is in the Northland and the days lengthen fast,
and soon we will sing for the winter that is past.
Now we light the candles and rejoice as they burn
And we dance the Dance of the Sun’s return!

The snow is slowly melting and the clouds bring the rain,
the Lady awakes, for the spring has come again.
We dance in the meadows, and we dance in the groves,
And rejoice in the Lord’s and the Lady’s love.

They danced in the darkness and they danced in the night
They danced on the earth, and everything was light;
They danced out the Darkness and they danced in the Dawn
And the Day of that dancing is still going on!

I gaze on the heavens and I gaze on the earth,
And I feel the pain of dying and rebirth,
And I lift my head in gladness, and in praise
for the Dance of the Lord, and His Lady gay.

I dance in the stars as they whirl throughout space,
And I dance in the pulse of the veins in your face.
No dance is too great, no dance is too small,
You can look anywhere, for I dance in them all!

Written by Aiden Kelly

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.

A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect.

There was not a mark or a flaw in it.

Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen.

The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine."

The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly ... but full of scars. It had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in ... but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges.

In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.

The people starred ... how could he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought?

The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine ... mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."

"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking ... but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love ..... I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them ... and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart ... but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared.

Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away ... and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges ... giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too ... and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands.

The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart.

It fit .... but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.

The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his.

They embraced and walked away side by side.