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		<title>song hiding right in front of my ears &#8211; a tiny soundbite for the day</title>
		<link>http://emmaatlast.wordpress.com/2012/01/21/song-hiding-right-in-front-of-my-ears-a-tiny-soundbite-for-the-day/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2012 18:31:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[a dear friend has noticed how singing is such an apt &#8216;metaphor for the way we can learn to communicate, for it seems to take into account the fact that we need to listen to others even as we empower our own contribution&#8217;.  (thank you, carolyn). keeping  harmony, literally. the thing that i&#8217;ve noticed, as i&#8217;ve been attending to [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=emmaatlast.wordpress.com&amp;blog=2845156&amp;post=2587&amp;subd=emmaatlast&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>You, stand in my danger*</title>
		<link>http://emmaatlast.wordpress.com/2012/01/21/you-stand-in-my-danger/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2012 08:51:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[great granddaughter]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dear great granddaughter, I’ve something soul-saving to tell you. There will be some in your life who will try to diminish you, to discount you, to degrade you.  You must not let them. You may think, ‘Grandmother, now why would I let anyone do that to me?’ and I will tell you, “It’s simple! Love!”  It’s [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=emmaatlast.wordpress.com&amp;blog=2845156&amp;post=2571&amp;subd=emmaatlast&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Wild Life Sanctuary</title>
		<link>http://emmaatlast.wordpress.com/2012/01/18/wild-life-sanctuary/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Jan 2012 21:08:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Winter arrived, with a blast, overnight, and the view from my morning window is suddenly filled with shivering leaves on the winter-dressed oak and a dusting of white on the field. The force of the gusts on the house causes the windows to rattle and the bones of the house to creak, while outside flurries of [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=emmaatlast.wordpress.com&amp;blog=2845156&amp;post=2558&amp;subd=emmaatlast&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>well of wisdom</title>
		<link>http://emmaatlast.wordpress.com/2012/01/13/well-of-wisdom/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2012 01:03:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Here I sit, not even a week after writing those words, feeling utterly bereft. Sometimes it feels as if I’m stuck in a life not my own. Time marches on, nothing changes. The log jam up here on the surface backing up, like light-blocking shades pulled down tight. I cannot break free. On Sunday, I [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=emmaatlast.wordpress.com&amp;blog=2845156&amp;post=2553&amp;subd=emmaatlast&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>charting a course?</title>
		<link>http://emmaatlast.wordpress.com/2012/01/08/charting-a-course/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Jan 2012 00:44:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This morning, I read an article about the native americans of chaco canyon, how they were masters of charting a direct course from here to there. Over mountains and across deserts, it mattered not. The article spoke of charting our own courses in such a manner as this, moving assuredly in the direction of our [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=emmaatlast.wordpress.com&amp;blog=2845156&amp;post=2550&amp;subd=emmaatlast&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>the shape of things</title>
		<link>http://emmaatlast.wordpress.com/2012/01/07/the-shape-of-things/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2012 00:30:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I dreamt again last evening of abundance, of freedom to choose, of being invited to choose whatever my heart desired, without restriction. The dream felt completely joyful, no sense of anxiety at all, or fear of being selfish by taking too much. I had won something and was fully expected to take one of each [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=emmaatlast.wordpress.com&amp;blog=2845156&amp;post=2545&amp;subd=emmaatlast&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>healing the 7 generations</title>
		<link>http://emmaatlast.wordpress.com/2012/01/01/2513/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 17:18:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Great-granddaughter of mine, may you be honored for your giftedness, for the expression of beauty you bring into the world. May you not be exploited for the gratification of another. May you be cherished, not punished, for your beauty. May your free-spirited expressions of self not draw the attention of the predator. May your self not be silenced in fear. May there be something left of your Self, after traversing the treacherous passage to womanhood, for you to give to your daughter. I pray that by the time you read this, the culture will have changed in vital ways, though I expect that 4 generations will not be enough time to completely heal and make whole centuries of women losing themselves -- in our family and the world.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=emmaatlast.wordpress.com&amp;blog=2845156&amp;post=2513&amp;subd=emmaatlast&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>hope</title>
		<link>http://emmaatlast.wordpress.com/2011/12/31/hope/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 21:56:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I dreamt you on October 16, 2011. It was the hemlocks, of course. Something stirred to life in my heart by the intense tenderness I feel for them that brought you to my heart. They are dying, you know, here at the beginning of the 21st century.  Entire stands of hemlocks are being decimated by [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=emmaatlast.wordpress.com&amp;blog=2845156&amp;post=2517&amp;subd=emmaatlast&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>moonshadow</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 16:59:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I write to express something human into the world. I write to reflect the beauty that surrounds me off the mirror of my own soul, reflecting it back out into this place as more beauty -- I hope. I write to discover what is beneath. I write to listen beneath the noise.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=emmaatlast.wordpress.com&amp;blog=2845156&amp;post=2535&amp;subd=emmaatlast&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>dreaming</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Dec 2011 15:52:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[i&#8217;ve alluded often in recent writings to &#8216;the dream of the blue dress&#8217;, a dream i dreamt about 2 months ago. clarissa and others might call this one &#8216;a big dream&#8217; as it is one that seems to be so potent for me, one that seems to stick with me, to be working through me, to be [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=emmaatlast.wordpress.com&amp;blog=2845156&amp;post=2475&amp;subd=emmaatlast&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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