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		<title>Comment on perspective from a canoe by emmaatlast</title>
		<link>http://emmaatlast.wordpress.com/2009/09/24/perspective-from-a-canoe/#comment-84</link>
		<dc:creator>emmaatlast</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 06:09:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>dear beth,

the thing is that when you are in the back of the canoe, you cannot help but see through the other&#039;s eyes somewhat. it is not a &#039;thinking&#039; thing so much as a feeling thing.  as you begin, for instance, to gently steer the canoe toward a specific point on the horizon and your partner feels that direction differently than you, you &#039;know&#039; on some level what they are seeing.

paddling is a cooperative motion, somewhat like dancing, requiring 2 consciousnesses to work as one, to intuit and respond to one another.

a simple look at your initial response to the word &#039;prayer&#039; is a really good illustration of the very different meanings we can draw from the &#039;apparent&#039; same thing ! :) you &#039;hear&#039; the word &#039;prayer&#039; completely differently than i do, based upon your early personal experience with that &#039;word&#039; and what you were taught about what it is. so we are not &#039;seeing&#039; the same thing at all when we read the word.

prayer for me is an &#039;entering in and being with&#039; more deeply, more attentively, and more intentionally Love/God/Mystery/Beauty/Peace ... whatever the name is that you give for the Source of Life that overflows into, dwells within, and embraces all. it draws me closer to what is, in a way, always closer to me than i am to myself, but which i can somehow imagine myself being distant from. it draws me into the heart of Love. 

all is well,
vicki</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>dear beth,</p>
<p>the thing is that when you are in the back of the canoe, you cannot help but see through the other&#8217;s eyes somewhat. it is not a &#8216;thinking&#8217; thing so much as a feeling thing.  as you begin, for instance, to gently steer the canoe toward a specific point on the horizon and your partner feels that direction differently than you, you &#8216;know&#8217; on some level what they are seeing.</p>
<p>paddling is a cooperative motion, somewhat like dancing, requiring 2 consciousnesses to work as one, to intuit and respond to one another.</p>
<p>a simple look at your initial response to the word &#8216;prayer&#8217; is a really good illustration of the very different meanings we can draw from the &#8216;apparent&#8217; same thing ! <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  you &#8216;hear&#8217; the word &#8216;prayer&#8217; completely differently than i do, based upon your early personal experience with that &#8216;word&#8217; and what you were taught about what it is. so we are not &#8217;seeing&#8217; the same thing at all when we read the word.</p>
<p>prayer for me is an &#8216;entering in and being with&#8217; more deeply, more attentively, and more intentionally Love/God/Mystery/Beauty/Peace &#8230; whatever the name is that you give for the Source of Life that overflows into, dwells within, and embraces all. it draws me closer to what is, in a way, always closer to me than i am to myself, but which i can somehow imagine myself being distant from. it draws me into the heart of Love. </p>
<p>all is well,<br />
vicki</p>
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		<title>Comment on illuminated goddess? &#8230;.or earth mother by Kim</title>
		<link>http://emmaatlast.wordpress.com/2009/09/22/illuminated-goddess/#comment-82</link>
		<dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 02:20:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Lovely...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Lovely&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Comment on finding my &#8216;way back&#8217; from algonquin by Kim</title>
		<link>http://emmaatlast.wordpress.com/2009/09/21/finding-my-way-back-from-algonquin/#comment-81</link>
		<dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 11:32:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Vicki...Your words are so lovely.  You have such a gift.  Thank you for sharing it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Vicki&#8230;Your words are so lovely.  You have such a gift.  Thank you for sharing it.</p>
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		<title>Comment on turkey feathers by Carolyn Masters</title>
		<link>http://emmaatlast.wordpress.com/2009/08/31/turkey-feathers/#comment-80</link>
		<dc:creator>Carolyn Masters</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2009 17:06:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>As my spiritual director, you have encouraged me to enter my own inner ecosystem through writings like turkey feathers,  your poems, and our conversations.  You have helped me enter it with the same respect and awe that you have entered the beautiful, outer wilderness  which you love dearly and which has been your trusted guide into your own inner world.  You seem the ideal person to help lead a canoe trip into the Canadian wilderness.  My thoughts and prayers and joy and love will go with you.   Carolyn</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As my spiritual director, you have encouraged me to enter my own inner ecosystem through writings like turkey feathers,  your poems, and our conversations.  You have helped me enter it with the same respect and awe that you have entered the beautiful, outer wilderness  which you love dearly and which has been your trusted guide into your own inner world.  You seem the ideal person to help lead a canoe trip into the Canadian wilderness.  My thoughts and prayers and joy and love will go with you.   Carolyn</p>
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		<title>Comment on grief and belovedness by emmaatlast</title>
		<link>http://emmaatlast.wordpress.com/2009/03/09/grief-and-belovedness/#comment-71</link>
		<dc:creator>emmaatlast</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 19:29:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>hi kim

thank you for your expression of compassion. yes. she was a very beloved person and i grieve the loss of her in my physical life. last night, she came to me in my dream....

kim, do i know you?

blessings</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>hi kim</p>
<p>thank you for your expression of compassion. yes. she was a very beloved person and i grieve the loss of her in my physical life. last night, she came to me in my dream&#8230;.</p>
<p>kim, do i know you?</p>
<p>blessings</p>
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		<title>Comment on grief and belovedness by Carolyn Masters</title>
		<link>http://emmaatlast.wordpress.com/2009/03/09/grief-and-belovedness/#comment-70</link>
		<dc:creator>Carolyn Masters</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 16:05:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dear Vicki,
     Your willingness to feel your grief so deeply and share the experience through words prepares the way for me to enter the dark spaces alone.  I may be by myself in my grief but if I add one letter to the word alone,  I become all one with you and all others who in grieving express our full humanity.   

Carolyn M.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Vicki,<br />
     Your willingness to feel your grief so deeply and share the experience through words prepares the way for me to enter the dark spaces alone.  I may be by myself in my grief but if I add one letter to the word alone,  I become all one with you and all others who in grieving express our full humanity.   </p>
<p>Carolyn M.</p>
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		<title>Comment on grief and belovedness by Kim G.</title>
		<link>http://emmaatlast.wordpress.com/2009/03/09/grief-and-belovedness/#comment-69</link>
		<dc:creator>Kim G.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 02:04:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dear Vicki,

I feel your pain in your latest blog writing.  Please accept my deepest sympathy in the loss of what appears to have been a very important person in your life.  God bless.

Kim</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Vicki,</p>
<p>I feel your pain in your latest blog writing.  Please accept my deepest sympathy in the loss of what appears to have been a very important person in your life.  God bless.</p>
<p>Kim</p>
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		<title>Comment on heartstrings by Mike</title>
		<link>http://emmaatlast.wordpress.com/2009/02/10/heartsong/#comment-64</link>
		<dc:creator>Mike</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2009 19:36:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Just passing by.Btw, you website have great content!

</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Just passing by.Btw, you website have great content!</p>
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		<title>Comment on Vagabond by emmaatlast</title>
		<link>http://emmaatlast.wordpress.com/2008/11/30/vagabond/#comment-60</link>
		<dc:creator>emmaatlast</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Feb 2009 15:37:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>so beautiful....

check out these words by rumi.

Every thirst gets satisfied except 
that of these fish, the mystics, 

who swim a vast ocean of grace 
still somehow longing for it! 

No one lives in that yearning without 
being nourished every day.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>so beautiful&#8230;.</p>
<p>check out these words by rumi.</p>
<p>Every thirst gets satisfied except<br />
that of these fish, the mystics, </p>
<p>who swim a vast ocean of grace<br />
still somehow longing for it! </p>
<p>No one lives in that yearning without<br />
being nourished every day.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Vagabond by Carolyn Masters</title>
		<link>http://emmaatlast.wordpress.com/2008/11/30/vagabond/#comment-59</link>
		<dc:creator>Carolyn Masters</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Feb 2009 15:21:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>After reading and feeling the impact of the image of Love 

begging over there,  I prayed,

Oh, Love, beg no more
Here I am. 

It seems a radical idea that God begs for our presence as much as we beg for his.  And yet when I understand that my intense yearning is only a fraction of God&#039;s yearning, I am humbled and unashamed of my desire to be so loved.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>After reading and feeling the impact of the image of Love </p>
<p>begging over there,  I prayed,</p>
<p>Oh, Love, beg no more<br />
Here I am. </p>
<p>It seems a radical idea that God begs for our presence as much as we beg for his.  And yet when I understand that my intense yearning is only a fraction of God&#8217;s yearning, I am humbled and unashamed of my desire to be so loved.</p>
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