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	<title>EyeJunkie &#187; fear</title>
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		<title>Moments of Wonder</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Dec 2010 17:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A few nights ago I was giving Baby Girl a bath. I do it every night before reading to her and rocking her to sleep. And although sometimes I can&#8217;t help but view bathtime as a chore, every night I&#8217;m more keenly aware that these moments are fleeting. I already have phenomenally fewer of them [...]]]></description>
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		<title>You&#8217;re Mine</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Sep 2009 04:13:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I promised Travis something the other night that I really can&#8217;t promise him. At least not honestly. I promised that Mama would never let anyone take him from me. Who knows exactly where these thoughts come from? Since I usually can&#8217;t trace my own thoughts with complete accuracy, those of my 4 year old are [...]]]></description>
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		<title>1st Day of Thanksgiving: Lessons Revisited</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 00:29:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[In my quest for a renewed season of thanksgiving, I was looking again at an old journal (the actual pen to paper kind), and an entry from Thanksgiving Day, November 24, 2002.  For me, life, and intimate spiritual life in particular, seems to move in cycles where I experience and learn, re-experience and re-learn similar [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Nelson Mandela</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2008 03:59:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[famous folks]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Our worst fear is not that we are inadequate.  Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.  It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.  We ask ourselves, &#8216;who am I to be brilliant gorgeous, talented and fabulous?&#8217; Actually, who are you not to be?  You are a child of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>may, august, november, may</title>
		<link>http://www.eyejunkie.com/blog/2008/05/may-august-november-may/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 03:45:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[though the air is chilly and the wind is picking up, as it blows, I hold on. I am rustled and tossed, beaten. and still I hold on for my life; for fear of blowing away. this was once so comforting. my place of belonging, of safety, growth. but now the hours of light are fewer and the [...]]]></description>
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