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	<description>Wherein the author explores her surroundings, both physical and mental.</description>
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		<title>Comment on You can write, but you can&#8217;t edit&#8230; by E Jenkins</title>
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		<dc:creator>E Jenkins</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 00:37:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>but i do like your way of saying they are naked, it made me see an image of a young woman in Caravaggio light, turned away from the eyes of the artist - graceful, hesitant, and eager</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>but i do like your way of saying they are naked, it made me see an image of a young woman in Caravaggio light, turned away from the eyes of the artist &#8211; graceful, hesitant, and eager</p>
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		<title>Comment on Mail Room by Liz and Ray</title>
		<link>http://rauerbac.wordpress.com/2009/08/19/mail-room/#comment-5352</link>
		<dc:creator>Liz and Ray</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2009 20:57:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This post came to mind suddenly this morning as I was sitting in silence.  I had a picture of the row of mailboxes for students in the UEA School of English and American Studies and going to check my mailbox with little expectation of finding anything there, only to find an airmail letter, with the address crossed out from the School of Social Studies to EAS by some trusty university mail room person.   The letter had wandered around for a while, but  now I held it in my hand, thin and as light as a feather.  It changed my life and made yours and Daniel&#039;s possible.  I cannot describe what happened when I opened it and read it.  I just remember I had to lean back against the mailboxes.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This post came to mind suddenly this morning as I was sitting in silence.  I had a picture of the row of mailboxes for students in the UEA School of English and American Studies and going to check my mailbox with little expectation of finding anything there, only to find an airmail letter, with the address crossed out from the School of Social Studies to EAS by some trusty university mail room person.   The letter had wandered around for a while, but  now I held it in my hand, thin and as light as a feather.  It changed my life and made yours and Daniel&#8217;s possible.  I cannot describe what happened when I opened it and read it.  I just remember I had to lean back against the mailboxes.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Returning, Moving On by Liz and Ray</title>
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		<dc:creator>Liz and Ray</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2009 20:46:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>At Meeting this morning, Nelson Bettancourt gave the message: &quot;We create soul in the world when we&#039;re committed to place.&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>At Meeting this morning, Nelson Bettancourt gave the message: &#8220;We create soul in the world when we&#8217;re committed to place.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>Comment on About Me by Jacob Roadtrip Keebler</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jacob Roadtrip Keebler</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Jan 2009 13:47:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>R-  I&#039;ve lost my phone (and likely your tele-number).  No matter.  Things are still going okay here in Aspen.  I wanted you to check out this house.  It reminded me of you. 

http://eugene.craigslist.org/apa/988942838.html

-J</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>R-  I&#8217;ve lost my phone (and likely your tele-number).  No matter.  Things are still going okay here in Aspen.  I wanted you to check out this house.  It reminded me of you. </p>
<p><a href="http://eugene.craigslist.org/apa/988942838.html" rel="nofollow">http://eugene.craigslist.org/apa/988942838.html</a></p>
<p>-J</p>
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		<title>Comment on a thought or two or three by Joe</title>
		<link>http://rauerbac.wordpress.com/2008/12/07/a-thought-or-two-or-three/#comment-5010</link>
		<dc:creator>Joe</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Dec 2008 05:31:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The WSJ had a good line about Mr. Wurzelbacher&#039;s first literary attempt.  It went along the lines of, &quot;Mr. Wurzelbacher&#039;s book will be released next month, and will be available in bargain bins soon after.&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The WSJ had a good line about Mr. Wurzelbacher&#8217;s first literary attempt.  It went along the lines of, &#8220;Mr. Wurzelbacher&#8217;s book will be released next month, and will be available in bargain bins soon after.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>Comment on Back in the Saddle Again by adrian</title>
		<link>http://rauerbac.wordpress.com/2007/01/10/back-in-the-saddle-again/#comment-5009</link>
		<dc:creator>adrian</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Nov 2008 00:11:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i had some issues counting those desks... it still saddens me to this day. i swore i counted right.. :(</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i had some issues counting those desks&#8230; it still saddens me to this day. i swore i counted right.. <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif' alt=':(' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>Comment on Childhood by Liz and Ray</title>
		<link>http://rauerbac.wordpress.com/2008/11/01/childhood/#comment-5008</link>
		<dc:creator>Liz and Ray</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Nov 2008 13:53:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Speaking personally, it remains; but not so much as a film, more as a filament.  It&#039;s not always &quot;turned on&quot;.  So often, there is only the delusion of power and adulthood.  Then, something illuminates the situation, perhaps with suffering, perhaps with delight, and for a moment I recognize things as they are.  Childhood, real childhood, not the overlay of telling it like we want it to be, but the screaming hungry baby, the toddler afraid of the big dog, the ecstatic three-year-old jumping up and down on the couch, can&#039;t help but be honest.

Jesus said that unless we become as a child we cannot enter the &quot;kingdom of heaven&quot;, which, leaving aside the male hierarchical language, I take not to be some distant, post-life destination, but a place of trust and intimacy and interdependent recognition glimpsed and dwelled in here and now.  

The difference for me between the fully lived in childhood of the earliest years and the revealed or surrendered to childhood of later years is that now there is the possibility of consciously nurturing the baby, reassuring the toddler, and celebrating with the three-year-old while ensuring a safe fall zone so they can live to bounce again.  Failing that, it&#039;s also possible to look around for someone who can tend to those needs.  There&#039;s a sort of metachildhood; though now, having accompanied  several persons to the door as they passed from this life, I do realize that ultimately that will have to be surrendered, too.  Not for nothing are senior diapers known as &quot;Depends&quot;!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Speaking personally, it remains; but not so much as a film, more as a filament.  It&#8217;s not always &#8220;turned on&#8221;.  So often, there is only the delusion of power and adulthood.  Then, something illuminates the situation, perhaps with suffering, perhaps with delight, and for a moment I recognize things as they are.  Childhood, real childhood, not the overlay of telling it like we want it to be, but the screaming hungry baby, the toddler afraid of the big dog, the ecstatic three-year-old jumping up and down on the couch, can&#8217;t help but be honest.</p>
<p>Jesus said that unless we become as a child we cannot enter the &#8220;kingdom of heaven&#8221;, which, leaving aside the male hierarchical language, I take not to be some distant, post-life destination, but a place of trust and intimacy and interdependent recognition glimpsed and dwelled in here and now.  </p>
<p>The difference for me between the fully lived in childhood of the earliest years and the revealed or surrendered to childhood of later years is that now there is the possibility of consciously nurturing the baby, reassuring the toddler, and celebrating with the three-year-old while ensuring a safe fall zone so they can live to bounce again.  Failing that, it&#8217;s also possible to look around for someone who can tend to those needs.  There&#8217;s a sort of metachildhood; though now, having accompanied  several persons to the door as they passed from this life, I do realize that ultimately that will have to be surrendered, too.  Not for nothing are senior diapers known as &#8220;Depends&#8221;!</p>
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		<title>Comment on About Me by elizabeth</title>
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		<dc:creator>elizabeth</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Sep 2008 03:44:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>hi rachel,  sorry about the worms . I love your blog . mom sent me the link. look forward to seeing you. Miss you , Liz</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>hi rachel,  sorry about the worms . I love your blog . mom sent me the link. look forward to seeing you. Miss you , Liz</p>
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		<title>Comment on Breaking News by Liz and Ray</title>
		<link>http://rauerbac.wordpress.com/2008/09/01/breaking-news/#comment-5001</link>
		<dc:creator>Liz and Ray</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2008 18:13:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Somewhere in the worm bin there must have been a community organizer working on grassroots change!  Will the leadership provide change the worms can believe in?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Somewhere in the worm bin there must have been a community organizer working on grassroots change!  Will the leadership provide change the worms can believe in?</p>
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		<title>Comment on About Me by Charles Euchner</title>
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		<dc:creator>Charles Euchner</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 16:48:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Rachel, I am writing a book about the 1963 March on Washington. Are your grandparents still around? Would they be willing to share their memories? See my web site at www.euchner.us for more background. My email is charles.euchner@yale.edu. 

Thanks.

Charlie</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Rachel, I am writing a book about the 1963 March on Washington. Are your grandparents still around? Would they be willing to share their memories? See my web site at <a href="http://www.euchner.us" rel="nofollow">http://www.euchner.us</a> for more background. My email is <a href="mailto:charles.euchner@yale.edu">charles.euchner@yale.edu</a>. </p>
<p>Thanks.</p>
<p>Charlie</p>
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