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		<title>Comment on Why the Aged are Not Considered Sages by Connie Spruill</title>
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		<dc:creator>Connie Spruill</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Aug 2010 19:28:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Years ago when I was a world traveler and landed in Australia for awhile, I picked up a book called Messages Down Under.  It was about a woman in her late fifties who joined a group of Aborigines for a six month walk-about.  I learned a lot about the aborigine culture from this small paper back.  Women as they age in this culture become revered and are honored as the shamans in the group.  They advise everyone and teach younger women the wisdom of womanhood and preserving the earth and all its natural wonders including the living human being. Male counterparts in this culture honor the female shaman in many ways for her wisdom.  

The technology today seems to eliminate this ancient cultural experience where we connect to Mother Earth.  However, everything and everyone has a life cycle.  Can we only wonder if what goes around will someday come around to our future, just repackaged?   Connie</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Years ago when I was a world traveler and landed in Australia for awhile, I picked up a book called Messages Down Under.  It was about a woman in her late fifties who joined a group of Aborigines for a six month walk-about.  I learned a lot about the aborigine culture from this small paper back.  Women as they age in this culture become revered and are honored as the shamans in the group.  They advise everyone and teach younger women the wisdom of womanhood and preserving the earth and all its natural wonders including the living human being. Male counterparts in this culture honor the female shaman in many ways for her wisdom.  </p>
<p>The technology today seems to eliminate this ancient cultural experience where we connect to Mother Earth.  However, everything and everyone has a life cycle.  Can we only wonder if what goes around will someday come around to our future, just repackaged?   Connie</p>
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		<title>Comment on Bravo 2010 Chautauqua Dancers by Sam</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sam</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Aug 2010 20:59:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The girls were a gift this summer!</description>
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		<title>Comment on About by Holly Richardson</title>
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		<dc:creator>Holly Richardson</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Aug 2010 16:43:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi Nancilee, 
You were in my bookstore a few weeks back and I said I&#039;d send you an Alison Luterman and a Mary Oliver poem.  Here are two of my favorites: 

On Not Flying To Hawaii 
  
I could be the waitress
in the airport restaurant
full of tired cigarette smoke and unseeing tourists.
I could turn into the never-noticed landscape
hanging identically in all the booths
or the customer behind the Chronicle
who has been giving advice about stock portfolios for forty years.
I could be his mortal weariness,
his discarded sports section, his smoldering ashtray.
I could be the 70-year-old woman who has never seen Hawaii,
touching her red lipstick and sprayed hair.
I could enter the linen dress
that poofs around her body like a bridesmaid,
or become her gay son
sitting opposite her, stirring another sugar
into his coffee for lack of something true to say.
I could be the reincarnated soul of the composer
of the Muzak that plays relentlessly overhead,
or the factory worker who wove this fake Oriental carpet,
or the hushed shoes of the busboy.

But I don&#039;t want to be the life of anything in this pitstop.
I want to go to Hawaii, the wet, hot
impossible place in my heart that knows just what it desires.
I want money, I want candy.
I want sweet ukelele music and birds who drop from the sky.
I want to be the volcano who lavishes
her boiling rock soup love on everyone,
and I want to be the lover
of volcanos, who loves best what burns her as it flows. 

Alison Luterman 

Morning Poem by Mary Oliver

Every morning
the world
is created. 
Under the orange

sticks of the sun
the heaped
ashes of the night
turn into leaves again

and fasten themselves to the high branches ---
and the ponds appear
like black cloth
on which are painted islands

of summer lilies. 
If it is your nature
to be happy
you will swim away along the soft trails

for hours, your imagination
alighting everywhere. 
And if your spirit
carries within it

the thorn
that is heavier than lead ---
if it&#039;s all you can do
to keep on trudging ---

there is still
somewhere deep within you
a beast shouting that the earth
is exactly what it wanted ---

each pond with its blazing lilies
is a prayer heard and answered
lavishly, 
every morning, 

whether or not
you have ever dared to be happy, 
whether or not
you have ever dared to pray. 

Nancilee,
It was so nice talking to you.  Your entire being radiated love.  So very nice.  I hope you are enjoying Chautauqua. 
Holly Richardson
Off the Beaten Path Bookstore
Lakewood, NY 14750</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi Nancilee,<br />
You were in my bookstore a few weeks back and I said I&#8217;d send you an Alison Luterman and a Mary Oliver poem.  Here are two of my favorites: </p>
<p>On Not Flying To Hawaii </p>
<p>I could be the waitress<br />
in the airport restaurant<br />
full of tired cigarette smoke and unseeing tourists.<br />
I could turn into the never-noticed landscape<br />
hanging identically in all the booths<br />
or the customer behind the Chronicle<br />
who has been giving advice about stock portfolios for forty years.<br />
I could be his mortal weariness,<br />
his discarded sports section, his smoldering ashtray.<br />
I could be the 70-year-old woman who has never seen Hawaii,<br />
touching her red lipstick and sprayed hair.<br />
I could enter the linen dress<br />
that poofs around her body like a bridesmaid,<br />
or become her gay son<br />
sitting opposite her, stirring another sugar<br />
into his coffee for lack of something true to say.<br />
I could be the reincarnated soul of the composer<br />
of the Muzak that plays relentlessly overhead,<br />
or the factory worker who wove this fake Oriental carpet,<br />
or the hushed shoes of the busboy.</p>
<p>But I don&#8217;t want to be the life of anything in this pitstop.<br />
I want to go to Hawaii, the wet, hot<br />
impossible place in my heart that knows just what it desires.<br />
I want money, I want candy.<br />
I want sweet ukelele music and birds who drop from the sky.<br />
I want to be the volcano who lavishes<br />
her boiling rock soup love on everyone,<br />
and I want to be the lover<br />
of volcanos, who loves best what burns her as it flows. </p>
<p>Alison Luterman </p>
<p>Morning Poem by Mary Oliver</p>
<p>Every morning<br />
the world<br />
is created.<br />
Under the orange</p>
<p>sticks of the sun<br />
the heaped<br />
ashes of the night<br />
turn into leaves again</p>
<p>and fasten themselves to the high branches &#8212;<br />
and the ponds appear<br />
like black cloth<br />
on which are painted islands</p>
<p>of summer lilies.<br />
If it is your nature<br />
to be happy<br />
you will swim away along the soft trails</p>
<p>for hours, your imagination<br />
alighting everywhere.<br />
And if your spirit<br />
carries within it</p>
<p>the thorn<br />
that is heavier than lead &#8212;<br />
if it&#8217;s all you can do<br />
to keep on trudging &#8212;</p>
<p>there is still<br />
somewhere deep within you<br />
a beast shouting that the earth<br />
is exactly what it wanted &#8212;</p>
<p>each pond with its blazing lilies<br />
is a prayer heard and answered<br />
lavishly,<br />
every morning, </p>
<p>whether or not<br />
you have ever dared to be happy,<br />
whether or not<br />
you have ever dared to pray. </p>
<p>Nancilee,<br />
It was so nice talking to you.  Your entire being radiated love.  So very nice.  I hope you are enjoying Chautauqua.<br />
Holly Richardson<br />
Off the Beaten Path Bookstore<br />
Lakewood, NY 14750</p>
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		<title>Comment on ARE YOU AXIAL OR BLASTOMORPHIC? by Intelligent feng shui</title>
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		<dc:creator>Intelligent feng shui</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Aug 2010 02:33:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I am sending you an email with the test as an attachment.  Enjoy discovering.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am sending you an email with the test as an attachment.  Enjoy discovering.</p>
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		<title>Comment on ARE YOU AXIAL OR BLASTOMORPHIC? by Claudia de Canjura</title>
		<link>http://nancileewydra.com/?p=18&#038;cpage=1#comment-63</link>
		<dc:creator>Claudia de Canjura</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Aug 2010 04:30:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m interested in this test and would like to take it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m interested in this test and would like to take it.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Bravo 2010 Chautauqua Dancers by sherry</title>
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		<dc:creator>sherry</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Aug 2010 02:47:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It is delight to read your beautiful thoughts and words. Tank you....</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It is delight to read your beautiful thoughts and words. Tank you&#8230;.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Bravo 2010 Chautauqua Dancers by susancarver</title>
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		<dc:creator>susancarver</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Aug 2010 12:07:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>what lovely words</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>what lovely words</p>
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		<title>Comment on Age of De-Synthesis by Intelligent feng shui</title>
		<link>http://nancileewydra.com/?p=8&#038;cpage=1#comment-59</link>
		<dc:creator>Intelligent feng shui</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Aug 2010 09:55:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Pyramid feng shui doesn&#039;t predict it analysis the potential of a space to provide a positive or challenging affect for one life&#039;s goals.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Pyramid feng shui doesn&#8217;t predict it analysis the potential of a space to provide a positive or challenging affect for one life&#8217;s goals.</p>
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		<title>Comment on All You Need is Love by Sherry</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sherry</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Aug 2010 04:25:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>And isn&#039;t it interesting (and tragic) how classroom teachers are now warned about the dangers of hugging their students....</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>And isn&#8217;t it interesting (and tragic) how classroom teachers are now warned about the dangers of hugging their students&#8230;.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Proses are Potatoes &#8211; Poetry Birds &#8211; Ode to a Poetic Laureate by Sherry</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sherry</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Aug 2010 04:20:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Potato writer? I think more like....hmmm, potatoes of the Amazon basin which NOURISH families for generations and generations, potatoes of Thanksgiving dinners in America which BIND HEARTS and MEND SOULS, potatoes like...hmmm...McDonald&#039;s french fries...we pretend we are way too sophisticated to LOVE THEM --but we do...potatoes like PIETER BRUEGEL...HARD WORK...the REAL STUFF of LIFE

Potato Writer...maybe  you are right!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Potato writer? I think more like&#8230;.hmmm, potatoes of the Amazon basin which NOURISH families for generations and generations, potatoes of Thanksgiving dinners in America which BIND HEARTS and MEND SOULS, potatoes like&#8230;hmmm&#8230;McDonald&#8217;s french fries&#8230;we pretend we are way too sophisticated to LOVE THEM &#8211;but we do&#8230;potatoes like PIETER BRUEGEL&#8230;HARD WORK&#8230;the REAL STUFF of LIFE</p>
<p>Potato Writer&#8230;maybe  you are right!</p>
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