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<item><title>Comment From krishna</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6V6DGQ#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[solitude is a 6 acre plot that i started 12 years ago with a group of young aurovillians!!! actually!]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>krishna</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6V6DGQ</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Sep 2008 09:09:10 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7H4A35#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[That is likely very, very beautiful work.  <img src="/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/2/DLYH-5MZVLU/$File/wink.gif">]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7H4A35</guid><pubDate>Sun, 3 Aug 2008 11:28:32 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7GR8AJ#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Sending my love north and west.  Peace to your family, querido.  ]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7GR8AJ</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 11:24:40 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7EMHW4#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Beautiful, thank you.  ]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7EMHW4</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jun 2008 01:47:05 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Universal Spirit</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7E58SR#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[thank u for posting the Shakespeare verse - it was exactly what i was looking for!<img src="/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/2/DLYH-5N3GKD/$File/rolleyes.gif"> ]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Universal Spirit</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7E58SR</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Jun 2008 01:45:59 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Mike</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7C52QB#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[The essence of the retreat house is still there, waiting for another hill with a rock wall projecting... or maybe a stream that it could be built over... <br>Un-done physical spaces can't disappear. They just alter with time until they either come into existence... or not. And who knows, they may come into existence without quite so many drafts, foundation shifts, creaks, shims, paint scrapers, heat hemorrhages, roof leaks and unexpected repair costs.<br>I find that I really don't miss our last house nearly as much as I thought I might. Now I have a new set of opportunities, which includes some of the old possibilities dressed in new clothes.]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Mike</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7C52QB</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Mar 2008 01:50:15 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7C52QB#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Did someone say "goats?"  I think you may have them yet. <br><br>And I shall miss that house as well.  <br><br>]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7C52QB</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Feb 2008 12:41:56 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7ATUCE#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Yes.  "Just jump."  ]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7ATUCE</guid><pubDate>Mon, 4 Feb 2008 11:39:12 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-79M7UJ#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[The last photograph is remarkably beautiful.  So is the writing . . .]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-79M7UJ</guid><pubDate>Thu, 6 Dec 2007 12:48:20 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-797QEF#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Some of us drop a lot of tears, from an early age, and never know quite why.  Perhaps lives which grow to resemble old, beautiful, comforting quilts, require a lot of tears and patches.  <br><br>Thank you for this heart-opening piece.]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-797QEF</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Nov 2007 11:09:25 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-78M6MB#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Yes.  And sometimes, it takes a friend to tell us over and over and over again, that we are something more beautiful and greater than our child-selves could ever believe . . .sometimes, if we are very lucky, we finally believe we <i>are</i> the divine light we wish we were.<br><br>]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-78M6MB</guid><pubDate>Mon, 5 Nov 2007 01:17:56 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-78D3CB#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Such beautiful words and images, the salt of the sea falls from my eyes.<br><br><i>thank you</i>]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-78D3CB</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Oct 2007 10:03:20 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Alex - follower of Jagad Guru</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-77F4VQ#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Hello <br>I could not find email to you so I write here:<br>I have been browsing around philosophy, religion and similar sites for hours now and just ran<br>across yours: ...it's very nice.<br><br>Your site visitors may well be interested in wisdom quotes at my site www.jagadguruchrisbutler.com<br>If you like my site please consider linking to it however you like on your page. <br><br>I think my site matches well with the theme on your page.<br>Either way thanks for reading this and keep up the great work!<br><br>Thanks<br>]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Alex - follower of Jagad Guru</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-77F4VQ</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Sep 2007 06:42:03 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From </title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-77F4VQ#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[]]></content:encoded><dc:creator></dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-77F4VQ</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Sep 2007 06:42:00 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Sita</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-76F7WL#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Oh how I wish . . .]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Sita</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-76F7WL</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Sep 2007 11:40:03 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-7626NY#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Possessions:  There is a book of poems I gave to a lover, and funny that it feels like a Precious Thing of Mine, though I gave it away. . .quite willingly, and would never take it back.<br><br>What else in this manifested world do I cherish?  <i>That</i> feels like excellent fodder for words for my own web journal.  <img src="/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/2/DLYH-5MZVLY/$File/smile.gif">]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-7626NY</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Aug 2007 06:43:16 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Mark</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-75A6RU#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[:)<br><br>Letters on a page like pearls on a string, or colors in a painting, or notes in a song, or waves of light that falls on the earth... <br><br>I am glad a few letters on a page make a difference in your life.]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Mark</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-75A6RU</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jul 2007 01:50:51 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-75A6RU#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[How is it possible that one person's words, over a long stretch of time, can touch another's heart so deeply?<br><br>They are just <i>words</i>.  Just letters arranged on a page, after all. . .]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-75A6RU</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jul 2007 11:22:26 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-74Z7F6#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Nature writes some of the best music.  Crickets are crunchy, prickly, and lyrical little fairies, in their way.  Thank you for the beautiful painting of their melodies.]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-74Z7F6</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jul 2007 11:41:17 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Mark</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-74T5M6#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[I bow to the audience (in the case, a singular noun) appreciation.<br><br>But it is not mine to accept, since I write only what I see... offering it up to a world of wonders.]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Mark</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-74T5M6</guid><pubDate>Mon, 9 Jul 2007 03:20:27 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-74T5M6#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Ha!<br><br>Yep.<br><br>Brilliant.<br><br>You are, and this piece is.<br><br>]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-74T5M6</guid><pubDate>Thu, 5 Jul 2007 10:16:47 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-73S68J#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Yes.  And I believe that Goodness and Right will rise like the sun, when this day has past.  ]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-73S68J</guid><pubDate>Sun, 3 Jun 2007 01:47:57 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-72XA8K#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[I think, you shall always know one woman who understands your delicious, sweet words.<br><br>]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-72XA8K</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 May 2007 07:26:34 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-73G8FV#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Meant to tell you about this one, also inspired by and "borrowed" in part from you-- when I first read the lyrics to your sweet song.  Thank you again for the spark of creation we share.  <img src="/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/2/DLYH-5MZVLY/$File/smile.gif"><br><br>Wednesday, February 21, 2007<br><br>Dreams on the Wind (a song)<br><br>A word from the wind at the window pane,<br>whispered to give you the news,<br>that in the heart, if one listens sharp<br>are found all your Beautiful Truths.<br><br>More love than could ever be wanted,<br>tender touch and companionship rare,<br>like dragonflies flying spring dances,<br>your dreams take to shimmering air.<br><br>And this life of alone that you're thinking,<br>is the only one held in your hand,<br>if your ear to the earth can't reveal,<br>then perhaps heart and patience, they can.<br><br>So the sky that comes next waits so sweetly<br>because it can know what we can't<br>and the wind that caresses your future<br>whispers take off your shoes now and dance.<br><br>More love than could ever be wanted,<br>more touch and companionship rare,<br>like dragonflies flying spring dances,<br>your dreams take to shimmering air.]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-73G8FV</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 May 2007 07:24:40 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Zoe</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/pictures/MTSZ-6VF7BW#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[this is awesome
<br>]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Zoe</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/pictures/MTSZ-6VF7BW</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2007 05:38:45 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6ZULS3#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[*The Sprouting Heart*<br><br>At the end of the halcyon days,<br>came spring,<br>came spring.<br>The moon, though beautiful,<br>set at last,<br>and the sun warmed my earth.<br><br>The small and fragile seed<br>planted itself,<br>planted itself.<br>The weeds, though persistent,<br>and also beautiful,<br>yielded to a fresh and hopeful green.<br><br>And finally it was heard,<br>the Truth,<br>the Truth.<br>The heart, though watery,<br>whispered, hushed,<br>"I just want to Be, myself."<br>]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6ZULS3</guid><pubDate>Sat, 7 Apr 2007 12:23:03 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6YPU4G#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Yes!  <img src="/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/2/DLYH-5MZVLS/$File/biggrin.gif"> ]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6YPU4G</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Feb 2007 02:15:39 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6YF7K5#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[moved to tears.  <br><br>The best result of writing, I think.  <br><br>thank you for the beauty.]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6YF7K5</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Feb 2007 12:38:50 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6YCVHT#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Deliciously bittersweet.  Well done.  ]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6YCVHT</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Feb 2007 12:32:10 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Sitara</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6YEV6A#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[A star softly shines another Truth:<br><br>We are here to love one another and help each other heal wounds which result from being human.  <br><br>We are here to lift one another up to the Light when our own ability to rise fails us.  <br><br>We are here to learn to clear our hearts' passageways so light from heaven can pour into us and shine through us to other beings---and so we can hear the whispers and shouts of God all around us and within us.<br><br>We are not just here to be here, though just Being Here is Good and Great.  It is not all, no, it is not all.  <br><br><br><br>]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Sitara</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6YEV6A</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Feb 2007 12:28:19 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6XM6YD#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[With a deep and satisfying sigh born of words which touch the heart, I comment "And <i>that</i>, ladies and gentlemen, is <i>writing</i>. . .the best sort, which touches the soul and challenges the mind simultaneaously."<br><br>One of the most indelible experiences of my life was given to me recently.  On a clear night in the White Mountains, I laid down to rest under the night sky, snuggled into my sleeping bag, looked up, and was greeted by a zillion white stars, all flashing Light to me.  I was so <i>diminished</i> in that moment, and so <i>enlarged</i>---so suddenly filled up with Knowing my place, that I burst into tears of gratitude for the Great Gift of witnessing.  <br><br>The night sky is a Magical Thing.  ]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6XM6YD</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Jan 2007 05:43:36 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Mark</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6XGR85#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[ <i>Sweet devotion</i>, that is the sense to which we must return, again and again; and somewhere surrounding that sweetness, the strength and the dedication to protect it from the vinegar of life -- dedication being slightly more forceful than devotion, and called for when times are more difficult. Subtle word, and important concept, <i>devotion</i>.]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Mark</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6XGR85</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Jan 2007 03:23:24 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kimberly</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6XGR85#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[What a soaring joy, to live caressing the world . . .caressing a stranger with a smile, or a beloved friend with a kiss . . .both, results of the sweet devotion required to live with a compassionate and open heart.  What a rich and beautifully abundant way to fly . . .]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kimberly</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6XGR85</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Jan 2007 10:51:17 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6XDG85#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[How charmingly clever of you . . .and I sincerely request additional parables, feline or otherwise. <img src="/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/2/DLYH-5MZVLY/$File/smile.gif">]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6XDG85</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Jan 2007 11:35:41 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Mark</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6X8P6J#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Sweet Chilean dessert! The heart recognizes instantly what it takes the mind an hour, a month, a lifetime to rediscover...]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Mark</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6X8P6J</guid><pubDate>Tue, 9 Jan 2007 01:52:19 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Sitara</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6X8P6J#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[ <i>Amen.  </i><br><br>People consistantly comment on my statement "I don't listen to news, don't read the paper, and don't watch tv" with utter disbelief.  I've never been more at <i>peace</i>---deep, soul-level peace-- as in this last year, which has contained soul-feeding music, cooking, writing, poetry, lovemaking, traveling, laughter, conversations with friends, hiking, working, yoga, meditation, reading, and Silence . . .but no soul-robbing t.v. and no news on the radio . . .<br><br>And as time passes, beauty feeds on beauty and yearns to grow. I add to my collection of Kirtan music, and share it with others--Stringer included <img src="/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/2/DLYH-5MZVLY/$File/smile.gif">. To a person, the friends with whom I've shared this Sacred music all love it.  <i>The heart seems to recognize instantly that which nourishes it, whether in a friend, a lover, a poem, a bit of writing, or a song. . .<br></i>  and with that, I realize I have missed Neruda, and am off to feed my heart a bit of sweet dessert.  <br>  ]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Sitara</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6X8P6J</guid><pubDate>Mon, 8 Jan 2007 01:36:51 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Mark</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6WW6JR#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[The fullness of the Absolute and relative is source<br>for all tenderness and kindness that a human might express<br><br>If the heart will then bear witness, <br>and will bear the weight of loss<br><br>The heart that closes, blinds itself, and shutters light and life<br>While the heart that opens loves and breaks and loves, without remorse.]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Mark</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6WW6JR</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Dec 2006 11:27:52 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Sitara</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6WXRER#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[ <br><b>He Was Love Once</b><br><br>He was an infant once,<br>full of love and innocence.<br>was he cared for well?<br>only time would tell.<br><br>He was a small boy once,<br>full of motion and laughter,<br>or was the Light already<br>far gone by then?<br><br>Did his mother ever hold him close,<br>and tell him he mattered most,<br>that we are all God's children<br>we should love each other well?<br><br>Was his father there,<br>how broken was the heir<br>by the time he turned a man,<br>by the time he took her hand?<br><br>What made him cry,<br>did he ever ask why,<br>what doubts kept him awake,<br>were there ghosts he couldn't shake?<br><br>All I know is the world's gone wild,<br>when we can kill this child,<br>because he was love once,<br>he was once innocence.<br><br>Is it strange that I cry tears for<br>this man who should be feared,<br>who hated all so well?<br>time will never tell.<br><br>But really, it's a matter of love,<br>something he never had enough of,<br>and now I hope he can see from where he is<br>he was love once.<br><br>He was love once.]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Sitara</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6WXRER</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Dec 2006 07:09:15 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Sitara</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6WW6JR#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Yes.  <br><br>And while <i>thinking</i>, while allowing questions to be felt and asked absent words which obscure the Truth, one can also stop<i> seeking </i>entirely.  One opens to the Fullness that Is, that always, always Is.  One need only stop and still long enough to Know, and this can take an instant, just one beautiful instant.  Humans seek, and the Sun Is.   Love/Source/God/Sacred/Divine Light/Our Sun is not hiding, so must we seek?  Maybe.  Maybe not.  <br><br><i>That, the eternal realm of the Absolute, is full;<br><br>This, the transitory realm of the relative, is full.<br><br>From the fullness of one emerges the fullness of the other;<br><br>Fullness coming from fullness, yet a single fullness remains.</i><br><br>from the Upanishads<br><br><br>(p.s.  It depends on the particular humans involved, but when undertaken with exquisite awareness, approached as a prayer-- <i>carefully</i>--with care--it's utter <i>light</i>.  <img src="/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/2/DLYH-5MZVLU/$File/wink.gif">)]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Sitara</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6WW6JR</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Dec 2006 02:27:46 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kimberly/Sita</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6WU8ZK#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Ah, the writer's dilemma! If one doesn't live a full life, one has little about which to write, and if one <i>does</i> live a full life, one doesn't have a lot of time to write, now does one?!<br><br>Cooking a delicious, saffron-infused souffle . . .now <i>that's</i> an act of creation and beautiful tinder for a pen on fire (or keyboard, as it were.)<br><br>Charmingly-written and informative entry!  (No, I did <i>not</i> know one should grind and mix the saffron with sugar and water, but did know it was from a gorgeous crocus blossom.)]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kimberly/Sita</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6WU8ZK</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Dec 2006 09:19:31 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Mark</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6WMGCW#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Dear Sita,<br><br>Thank you so much for your kind words. There was a time, when I was younger, when the hours were mine and mine alone, I would wake up into light and whatever it illuminated was mine to explore. All I did was explore, of course... but it was then that I gave myself time to write and write, and then that I could elaborate ideas as an offering back to the world.<br><br>These days, until I remove some of the responsibilities I have accumulated over time -- did you know that the dust of the world really <i>does</i> stick to you? -- it seems the odd morning and evening hours are given to meditation, movement, and sometimes a word or two.<br><br>With your beautiful encouragement, perhaps I move more toward the keyboard than toward other pursuits.<br><br>Namaste.]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Mark</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6WMGCW</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Dec 2006 07:42:55 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Sita</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6WMGCW#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Good Lord, you really <i>are</i> flipping brilliant. . .*smiling and shaking my head in constant admiration, respect, love, and <i>amazement</i>*<br><br>It occurs to me that what you <i>need</i>, perhaps, is to do what you are clearly called to do, and that is:  write, write, and write, holding up<i> this</i> diamond and <i>that</i> emerald to the world for all to examine more closely . . .for all to cherish more deeply because you have hold it up, point, and thus illuminate it.<br><br>And psssst, people <i>pay</i> people to write, you know?!<br><br>]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Sita</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6WMGCW</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Dec 2006 09:13:39 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From georgia</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6WCHZF#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Isn't that puzzling, Mark??  I felt the same way in Africa--my journal entries written for family and faith community just wrote themselves, effortlessly.  Now, back home, I feel like, "Where've you been? Nowhere. Whatcha been doing? Nothing."  As though there is no substance or sensation to my days.  What is that about?]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>georgia</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6WCHZF</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Dec 2006 09:12:12 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From georgia</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6W7PPF#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Manny, I pray that you will carry your peace back with you into your family, your friendship community, and even more importantly into the tangential part of your world.  Into the busy, clattering places of traffic and commerce and interruptions.  Be well.  Georgia]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>georgia</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6W7PPF</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Dec 2006 09:03:04 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From georgia</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6V9ESZ#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[I just listened, Mark---beautiful song.  Mom]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>georgia</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6V9ESZ</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Dec 2006 08:51:27 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Mark</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6VYKDL#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Beautiful! Many thanks, what an incredible passage!]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Mark</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6VYKDL</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Nov 2006 11:32:24 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6VYKDL#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA["The pressure becomes so great, the intensity of the question so strong, that something in the consciousness shifts. Instead of being on the outside looking in, you are inside; and the moment you are inside, absolutely everything changes completely. All that used to appear true, natural, normal, real, tangible, at once appears totally grotesque, funny, unreal, and absurd. You have touched something supremely true and eternally beautiful; and <i>this, you will never again lose.</i><br><br>Place the prism on one side, says the Mother, and the light is white, turn it over, and the light is broken up. Well, this is exactly what happens; <b>you restore the white.</b> In the ordinary consciousness everything is broken up, and now you restore the white.<br><br>Mother also described the experience in this way: <i>You are seated before a closed door, as it were, a heavy bronze door, and you are there wishing it would open to let you pass to the other side. So all your concentration, all your aspiration is gathered up in a single beam, which begins to push and push and push against that door, to push harder and harder, with increasing energy, until suddenly the door gives way. And you enter, as if thrust into the light.</i><br><br>Then one is truly born."<br><br>Satprem, quoting Sri Aurobindo and the Mother, in <i>Sri Aurobindo, or The Adventure of Consciousness<br></i><br><br>Reading this quote from <i>The Adventure of Consciousness</i> created one of those lovely moments of recognition. Ah ha!  Yes, <i>that</i> is what it felt like. For so long, pushing, pushing, pushing on those heavy gigantic bronze doors . . .wishing . . .oh, the longing for them to open. And the tears, then anger, then more tears, when they didn't budge!<br><br>Then finally, one surrenders, softens and stills, and realizes the sort of pushing one was doing was All Wrong. <br><br>Ignorance is the worst darkness.  <br><br>Nothing yet in this life has felt better, or been felt more deeply, than when in my silent surrender and gentle concentration,  the door gave way and I recovered my Sun.  ]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6VYKDL</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Nov 2006 07:29:18 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From georgia</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6VSGQH#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Sounds like a reason for thanksgiving, doesn't it?  Welcome home, Mark!]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>georgia</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6VSGQH</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Nov 2006 04:08:02 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Bela, Mark's daughter</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/pictures/MTSZ-6VF7EE#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[ I like this picture alot because it's so colorful. I am really happy my dad is back from India and glad my dad stayed in such cool places. <img src="/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/2/DLYH-5MZVLS/$File/biggrin.gif"> ]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Bela, Mark's daughter</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/pictures/MTSZ-6VF7EE</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Nov 2006 08:45:27 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6VSAWP#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Happy Thanksgiving Manny!  <img src="/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/2/DLYH-5MZVLY/$File/smile.gif"><br><br>I like your daily schedulinho . . .some chai, a walk on the beach, some yoga, a little brunch with some interesting Brits, some "home" time, meditation, another walk . . .dinner, even if alone, must be delicious and peaceful.  Then more time with the beautiful waves and sand.  ahhhhhh! <br><br>Much to be thankful for, it appears!<br><br>Be well!  ]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6VSAWP</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Nov 2006 12:52:10 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From k</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6VP752#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Godspeed as you soar over mother Earth, and wend your way home.]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>k</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6VP752</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Nov 2006 07:55:05 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Mark</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6VQBD8#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Yes. Now it should really be "all down hill"...<br><br>Shouldn't it?]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Mark</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6VQBD8</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Nov 2006 08:37:50 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Manny</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6VQBD8#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Ahhh Mark, I am soo glad I missed all that fun!!! ... See you in a couple of weeks.... Safe travels home <img src="/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/2/DLYH-5MZVLY/$File/smile.gif">]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Manny</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6VQBD8</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Nov 2006 08:32:40 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Mark</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6VP752#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Thanks for the good wishes -- I wake at 3:15am for tomorrow's flight, since security has been pumped up due to threats from Al Qaeda in the south of India. Yes, we all really wanted to hear that, didn't we?<br><br>I hope Manny will keep us posted on Life in Goa. The blog, in any case, will be continued -- we left the States with an intention, to move into new areas of teaching and awareness through our study here in India, but it is clear to me that the Well Lit Path upon which we embarked stretches out into the future... so the borders of India won't cloe the chapters here. <br><br>It will be fun and interesting to see what presents itself as topics over the next few weeks and months!]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Mark</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6VP752</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Nov 2006 05:09:51 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From georgia</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6VP752#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Barakiwe.  In Kiswahili, "be blessed".  Safe journey home, Mark.  Same for Manny, a couple of weeks from now.  Manny--are you going to keep this blog open?  I'll be checking to read about the rest of your journey.  Be well, both of you.  Much love. M/G]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>georgia</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6VP752</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Nov 2006 08:52:38 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Mark</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6VN6VD#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Yes... places seem close or far from what you expect, and closer still or further yet from what you need or what is your essential spirit. Auroville was very close to me, and I dropped into that place with such ease... Palolem promotes closed hearts and disconnected or disaffected youth, and I had to work to find my space here... which of course turned out <i>not</i> to be here, but in the surrounding areas. The motorcycle freed all that up, so I let our excellent off-the-beach hotel be our base, the good restaurants be our fodder (cows in the restaurants, goodness: fodder is the right word), and be drawn into the beauty and the stillness of the outlying countryside -- where the inhabitants of the villages opened up with smiles or waves as we passed, the vistas opened to the eyes, and the slow rhythm of the waves let the heart be soft, soft...]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Mark</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6VN6VD</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Nov 2006 11:20:14 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From georgia</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6VN6VD#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Beautiful, Mark.  That's your true voice.  I can smell the beauty of this excursion!  Thank you for taking me along.]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>georgia</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6VN6VD</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Nov 2006 11:52:35 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Mark</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6V2EJ5#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[With all of the earth-near wanderings, bare-footed and bucket-washed and sweated and slightly starved, the gift of poetry is greater than any hello. Thanks for a call to the sublime!]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Mark</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6V2EJ5</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Nov 2006 11:00:36 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From TM</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6V2EJ5#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[ <b>Monsoon</b><br><br>Delicate drizzling mist<br>then liquid sheets,<br>flooding Divine earth<br>to ankle deep.<br><br>Penetrating every glistening, trembling leaf,<br>soaking every still piece of baked chocolate ground.<br><br>Watery blessings on Sacred Terra,<br>anointed with holiest water,<br>sprinkled from God's hands<br>onto bodies of gods and goddesses manifest.<br><br>For one god and one goddess,<br>sacred waters came down,<br>and came through,<br>and came in,<br>forever washing them,<br>in the monsoon of their creation.]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>TM</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6V2EJ5</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Nov 2006 01:18:18 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/pictures/MTSZ-6V9FFM#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[I missed these last few photos from Auroville, must have been posted after some of the earlier ones.  <br><br>This photo deeply touches my heart as few others from your journey have.  ]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/pictures/MTSZ-6V9FFM</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Nov 2006 11:59:32 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Mark</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/pictures/MTSZ-6VDA9P#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[There were plenty of "fragrances" in the old market, not all of them floral... <img src="/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/2/DLYH-5N3GJ8/$File/shocked.gif"> .<br><br>But most of them pleasant, or earthy, with even cattle and other animals pushing their way through a space not designed for all of us...<br><br>Oh, I forgot to mention that we were latched onto by a young man there, some 13 years old, perhaps. I thought <i>oh, man, now we have to unleech ourselves again</i>. He asked if we wanted to buy something, and when we shrugged his advances off, he said "Psst, Mister, just be careful, no buy sandal oils in the market, not good oils, make you sick!"<br><br>The sincerity and well-wishing in his voice made me stop and turn, and thank him with equal sincerity... Unexpected kindnesses...]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Mark</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/pictures/MTSZ-6VDA9P</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Nov 2006 02:31:15 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Mark</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/pictures/MTSZ-6VDA7A#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[They are powdered tempras, it seems. The stall vendors put a bit of powder into a small clay mortar and added a bit less water, pushed it around with a stick to mix it, then painted Manny's hand with blue. Similar to a third-eye that might be painted on the forehead, these can be used to decorate the body. (When...? I guess during festivals).<br><br>Anyway, the majority of the color came away from his hand when washed... but there was a good blue mark for a couple of days. Words to the wise!]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Mark</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/pictures/MTSZ-6VDA7A</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Nov 2006 02:26:33 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Letty</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6VG8J9#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Dear Manny,<br>It's been wonderful to follow your travels so far. It has all seemed such an experience for you and Mark. I look forward to hearing your comments when you get back.  Everyone is doing well here.  May God continue to light your path.<br>Love,<br>Letty]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Letty</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6VG8J9</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Nov 2006 10:54:54 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Manny</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6VD978#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Its soo nice to be sharing our experiances on these pages... It is a bit surreal as we have entered such different environments quite quickly. Writing about them makes them more grounded and real!  Thanks for all the supportive and understanding words <img src="/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/2/DLYH-5MZVLY/$File/smile.gif">]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Manny</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6VD978</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Nov 2006 01:15:31 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6VD978#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA["The heavens beyond are great and wonderful, but greater yet and more wonderful are the heavens within you.  It is these Edens that await the divine worker."  Sri Aurobindo<br><br>Manny, I read Sri Aurobindo's words today and these seemed to touch on what you're experiencing in India.  <br><br>I'm so happy for your journeys -- the one in India, and the one about which we've spoken, which reaches the heavens within you.  <br><br>Namaste, my friend.  <br><br><img src="/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/2/DLYH-5MZVLY/$File/smile.gif"> ]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6VD978</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Nov 2006 12:44:27 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/pictures/MTSZ-6VDA9P#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[I can smell the fragrance from here in NBPT.  ]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/pictures/MTSZ-6VDA9P</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Nov 2006 12:30:45 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/pictures/MTSZ-6VDA7A#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[OooooOOoo!  Beautiful vivid colors . . .what is that?  Dye?  Colored henna?  Extremely colorful food?  ]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/pictures/MTSZ-6VDA7A</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Nov 2006 12:28:58 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/pictures/MTSZ-6VD9WQ#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[So . . .is this the gostoso hotel you told me about?  <img src="/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/2/DLYH-5MZVLU/$File/wink.gif">  <br><br>Ingenious use of the reflective surface (she said, smirkily.)  <br><br>You both look so happy and . .  .and . . .I see a brilliant new light shining from and through you.  (or not <i>new</i>, but brighter than ever before?!) ]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/pictures/MTSZ-6VD9WQ</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Nov 2006 12:25:13 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From georgia</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6VD978#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Beautiful analogies, Manny--I can feel the wind under your wings.]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>georgia</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6VD978</guid><pubDate>Thu, 9 Nov 2006 07:01:57 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From paula</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6VD978#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Your experiences remind me of Dorothy as she wondered along the yellow-brick road far from home, met wonderful friends, and along the way, found her heart's home.
<br>paula]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>paula</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6VD978</guid><pubDate>Thu, 9 Nov 2006 12:03:37 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From kat</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6V8H3D#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[I've been meditating a great deal here at home; isn't it interesting that I've experienced a similar opening of the heart?
<br>
<br>Kat]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>kat</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6V8H3D</guid><pubDate>Sun, 5 Nov 2006 09:35:55 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From georgia</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6V9F32#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Ah, yes--the adventure of 3rd wld travel.  I smile.:rolleyes
<br>(Oh, rats--the little face wouldn't come up.)]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>georgia</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6V9F32</guid><pubDate>Sun, 5 Nov 2006 08:38:02 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Mark</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6V8HAU#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Ahhh.<br><br>I see you were there. A jet of light from the setting sun, a wash of light from the rising moon, and no door... Only the window of the eyes.]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Mark</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6V8HAU</guid><pubDate>Sun, 5 Nov 2006 06:05:07 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim (inspired by and a few words borrowed from Rumi)</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6V8HAU#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[ <u>Some Kiss We Want</u><br><br>There is some kiss we want<br>with our whole lives<br><br><i>The touch of spirit on the body</i><br><br>The pearl begs seawater  <br>to break its shell<br><br>And the orchid, how passionately<br>it needs light and air<br><br>At night I open the window<br><br>And ask the moon to press<br>her face against mine<br><br><i>Breathe into me</i><br><br>I breathe in spirit<br>breathe out love<br><br>in an endless shimmering, magical circle <br><br>Close the language door<br><br>And open the love window<br><br>The moon won't use the door<br><br>Spirit won't either<br><br>Only the window.<br><br><br><br>Yes.]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim (inspired by and a few words borrowed from Rumi)</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6V8HAU</guid><pubDate>Sat, 4 Nov 2006 04:43:39 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Mark</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6V6DGQ#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[The whole place has mashde together all the little playgrounds of my life into one giant Indian playground. I have begun reading Sri Aurobindo's <i>Savitri</i>, a work in English poetry that would have been in all the course curricula of all schools -- had we even the slightest penchant for inner awareness in our general culture. Well, maybe I found it 20 years later than I would have liked... but I found it!]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Mark</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6V6DGQ</guid><pubDate>Sat, 4 Nov 2006 09:30:35 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From georgia</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6V6DGQ#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Well, THIS is right up your alley!]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>georgia</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6V6DGQ</guid><pubDate>Thu, 2 Nov 2006 07:15:45 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From georgia</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6V5CYU#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[I'm glad you're keeping this journal.  It would be impossible to remember all you're seeing, hearing, tasting, smelling, feeling otherwise.  What sensory overload and intellectual/spiritual stimulation!  A combination of excitement and deep relaxation at the same time, I would suspect.]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>georgia</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6V5CYU</guid><pubDate>Wed, 1 Nov 2006 06:41:22 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From georgia</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6V483C#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[WOW! My mind boggles at the scope of Auroville, if Verite is but one of its many parts.]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>georgia</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6V483C</guid><pubDate>Wed, 1 Nov 2006 06:31:45 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Mark</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6V39DJ#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[In person works better. But in brief: they came and lived in the place they were going to transform -- it wasn't some lovely 3rd World assistance project, but their own lives they were affecting. First they created a system of water catchment, because every rain was simply stripping what little topsoil existed in this tropical climate (there usually isn't much, nor much required) and pouring it into the ocean.
<br>
<br>Once the water channels were stablized, the watertable began to rise, and they were able to control irrigation enough to plant trees. And did they ever plant! A hundred, two hundred square miles of trees? More? They created nurseries to give special care to seedlings, cultivated saplings, which were then hardy enough to transplant. To have an understory, where bushes and grasses and insects survive, you need cover. They planted drought-resistant species. Once a modest break was created, and enough organic matter was at hand, they tilled small areas and planted grass, which cows now graze untended.
<br>
<br>Permaculture practice states that, for coastal areas, the planting of trees serves several purposes: first and foremost, it creates the protection I just described. As important, however, its leaves and body capture moisture from the humid sea breezes, which runs down the trunk and falls everywhere within the tree's dripline -- the reach of its branches. Literally, a tree is the mother to all things which lie beneath its outstreched arms.
<br>
<br>Finally, that captured moisture doesn't simply dissipate into the air, as would happen with surface moisture in a barren land. Instead, rains and mists are held in this micro ecology, to later transpire into the sky to assist in the formation of cloud mass... which then moves inland to create MORE rain. The opposite is the process of desertification, which is helped by global changes in temperature, but triggered by an ax in the hand of humans.
<br>
<br>Replanting has made this place what it is today. ]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Mark</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6V39DJ</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Oct 2006 03:07:48 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Manny</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6V38DE#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Thanks Georgia for the feedback... I am soo glad to be traveling with Mark. There is so much to absorb that the mind can't fully grasp... So we just keep drinking it <img src="/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/2/DLYH-5MZVLY/$File/smile.gif"> 
<br>]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Manny</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6V38DE</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Oct 2006 02:51:27 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Georgia</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6V39DJ#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[I'll be interested to hear (in person, so I can ask questions and get the picture better) about how this community created forest out of desert.  MUST have implications for TZ--]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Georgia</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6V39DJ</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Oct 2006 12:06:08 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From georgia</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6V38DE#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Manny, your comments make me smile.  I can imagine you wading into all this unknown in the shape of a huge question mark--as I would be.  Don't drown yourselves in the monsoons.  You'll be integrating this experience into yourself for a long time to come, I'm sure.  Go well!  G.]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>georgia</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6V38DE</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2006 11:59:17 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From georgia</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6UZS3B#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Lua!  I remember the awe in a 2-yr-old voice.]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>georgia</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6UZS3B</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2006 11:50:52 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From abi</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6UW6U2#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[skimming your comments has brought me closer than ever to India and to you.  thanks for taking the time to put words down.  I remember the chaos, the wonder of it all, and I appreciate  this chance to connect again.
<br>
<br>all the best.
<br>abi]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>abi</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6UW6U2</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2006 03:52:46 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Selene</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6UZS3B#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[I heard a whisper. . .and followed it here.  Yes, I saw you on the veranda as I made the nocturnal journey across the sky, and danced off to anoint sleeping mortals with moonlight.
<br>Stellar writing, Endymion.]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Selene</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6UZS3B</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2006 01:55:04 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Mark</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6UZ6AB#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Both Manny and I are pleased and grateful that the words we have loaded up into this strange Etherial space have value to our friends and family back home. It is wonderful to be accompanied, and we can dip back into our own soil, as it were, simply by speaking and being heard in our native language, and on our native soil.<br><br>So, thanks for your questions! No, we did NOT drive the car. I believe that, were we to be here for a more extended period of time, a car would be useful... but really, there is so much energy to incorporate, so much to learn, without throwing ourselves into the fray that are the roadways here. I remember driving 9 hours from Porto Alegre to the beaches in Santa Catarina, Brazil, over two-lane roads most of the way. It was one of the most exhausting experiences I can recall... and here...<br><br>Well, I have to laugh. Last night we were walking through the overcrowded streets of the business district of Pondicherry, and Manny stopped and pointed ahead. "Look at <i>that</i>!". The regular glut of scooters and autorickshaws and cars and trucks and busses were all packing into the cross street ahead of us... and among the mix, four unattended cattle added some fertilizer to the mix, literally and figuratively. The whole pile of humans were beeping and edging in and aroudn each other, while the cattle mosied along, unfazed.<br><br>Besides, while this was a French protectorate, they do indeed drive on the left... more than enough: too much! ]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Mark</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6UZ6AB</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Oct 2006 12:21:31 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From georgia</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6UZ6AB#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Wow, Mark--How quickly you had to leave that ashram!  Your connection with Rama seems to be so true of travel INTO a place.  One meets people with whom there is an instant spark, and then-----you leave.  That's what we felt on leaving TZ, and Mike felt about one person he met in Spain.  The good thing is that that very spark may be the beginning of your next adventure--to Costa Rica?
<br>Did you guys drive the car, or did you have a driver?  How intrepid are you?  Of course, having navigated both Brazil and Boston, my guess is you can handle anything.  Do they drive on the left side of the road there, a la the Brits? Or did they give that up when the Brits left?  Or do they just drive on whichever side is open at the moment?
<br>Too many questions!  Much love.  ]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>georgia</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6UZ6AB</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Oct 2006 10:35:47 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Maria</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6UZ5XB#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Meditating in caves - way cool! ]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Maria</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6UZ5XB</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Oct 2006 08:38:04 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From joanne Rowley</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6UXDCR#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[My senses so recall the images that you are describing....controlled chaos..how I remember chanting mantra in the midst of what felt like all that I knew was dissolving!<br>Such richness....thanks for the vicarious journey.<br>The oak trees are glimmering and the pumpkins snarling on the stoops in this neck of the woods!<br>Warm regards,<br>Joanne (Rowley)]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>joanne Rowley</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6UXDCR</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Oct 2006 08:41:44 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From georgia</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6UXFLY#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Wow--I can feel the silence--HEAR the silence of that hall full of people.  And the sound of a single stringed instrument in that space has a quality that is quieter than silence.  I used to listen to a single guitar that way, in the quiet at the end of a hectic day.  Or a piano playing Satie's Gymnopedies in an empty house. ]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>georgia</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6UXFLY</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Oct 2006 05:54:15 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Georgia</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6UW6U2#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Hi, Mark and Manny-- I'm with you in spirit!  Yes, thanks to Mark's tutoring, I CAN read your blog daily.  Only 48 hrs. in, and already your experience is fascinating.  Be well,  center down, and in the odd moment keep writing!  Much love.]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Georgia</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6UW6U2</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Oct 2006 05:44:41 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Heidi</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6UXDCR#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Namaste Manny,<br><br>It is a delight to read your posts, you paint pictures with your words...<br><br>All the best,<br>Heidi]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Heidi</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6UXDCR</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Oct 2006 10:28:37 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Rose Russo</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6UW6U2#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Hi guys!! So happy to read about your travels. It will be a wonderful recollection upon your return in the far future! Keep sending your thoughts/images along to us. It is so nice to expand our horizons through your ventures!!! Many blessings to you both! Rose]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Rose Russo</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6UW6U2</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Oct 2006 02:30:33 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kimberly</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6UW6U2#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[And I was *this* close to sending off an email requesting precisely what was received in this entry!  We who are not in India (yet) indeed need to learn patience. :)  I was wondering just yesterday, but <i>what does it smell like, taste like, look like (photos are blurry when enlarged on the screen, but BEAUTIFUL!), feel like, sound like?</i>  Inspiration is ubiquitous in the words and photos . . .to eat less, to feel, pray, sing, dance and love more, to be grateful for good companions, who, yes, are hard to find.  Shanti~Kim]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kimberly</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-6UW6U2</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Oct 2006 11:43:59 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6UU8UJ#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Welcome to India!  YAY!  :)  Much love sent and so many good wishes spoken for you both since your departure, from many people at the two Dawali chants, Saturday and Sunday. . .I asked that great good energy be sent your way and we all held you both to the light!  ]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6UU8UJ</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Oct 2006 05:22:22 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Georgia</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6UHNEK#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Good description of the reason for intentional community.  Can't wait to hear what you learn in your travels
<br>]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Georgia</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6UHNEK</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Oct 2006 07:50:38 PM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6UMJYA#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[So in this game, do I get any points for <i>drawing</i> flowers in a notebook with tiny colored pencils while flying on a giant, fuel-sucking bird from the New England coast to the plains?  No?  Well then, how about this?  I pulled some crispy, dried-out sunflowers from my garden today, and marveled at the miracle of the tiny,spidery webs of roots which nourished those huge plants all summer and into autumn . . .]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6UMJYA</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Oct 2006 01:03:01 AM -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Comment From Kim</title><link>http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6UHNEK#comments</link><content:encoded><![CDATA[Yes.  What an amazing privilege to choose one's neighbors and the neighborhood, right down to the design of the homes.   More beautiful still, to have spiritual companions and friends, right across the way, or next door.  The blessings of belonging to a co-created tribe are endless!  ]]></content:encoded><dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/CENL-6UHNEK</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Oct 2006 11:43:47 PM -0400</pubDate></item></channel>
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