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		<title>Animals &amp; Healing Wednesday: Dogs, Lap Swimming, &amp; Family</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults.  Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment.  by George Eliot My pitbull/lab Guinness loves to lap swim.  Lately, his eager to learn brain has been craving more than just the run of the mill dog swimming laps routine and I have [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Purely For Love</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 03:25:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Teresa</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ever since the accident the other day I find myself whirring and dizzy with so many thoughts and emotions they are so hard to compartmentalize in any way. They bleed together, overlap, &#38; come out like a Pollack painting&#8211;splotchy colors that appear random and haphazard until you stand back and stare from a distance. I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>First Love &amp; Family: The Ties That Bind</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 19:20:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Teresa</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;In family life, love is the oil that eases friction, the cement that binds closer together, and the music that brings harmony.&#8221; Eva Burrows   Last night I was sitting in the amber light of my bedroom, waiting for pain medication to kick in and belly ache to subside, becoming hypnotized by the rhythm of bullfrog snores [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Thanks To All and Happy Halloween!</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Oct 2009 00:36:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Teresa</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[      THE WOMAN INSIDE It is the eve of all hallows eve and mischief abounds, except of course on the street that cannot be found.  On a little sandy road, in a house at the end, a hobbled woman lays with no way to bend.  She has a crooked grin and walks a crooked [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Finding Home Again: Running Away vs Moving On</title>
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		<dc:creator>Teresa</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[                African proverb: &#8220;The ax forgets, the tree remembers.&#8221;         Maya Angelou, Even the Stars Look Lonesome, 1997     When I left home for Fort Collins, Colorado at twenty I was running away.  Running away from my trauma, my memories of places, memories of the faces that had become blurred, and [...]]]></description>
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