<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8' standalone='yes'?><rss version='2.0'><channel><title>My Blog Feed</title><link>http://www.tblog.com/</link><description>A tBlog Blog!</description><lastBuildDate>Thu, 18 Sep 2008 20:36:33 -0700</lastBuildDate><language>en-us</language><item><title><![CDATA[Turning Around]]></title><link>http://heatherloreen.tblog.com/post/1970017616</link><guid>http://heatherloreen.tblog.com/post/1970017616</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Sep 2008 14:25:57 -0700</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Feeling dried up and devoid of a spiciness that might capture an audience, I thought it better not to write. I would not say I encountered writer&rsquo;s block, just flat road&hellip;no hill necessari... <a href='http://heatherloreen.tblog.com/post/1970017616'>more from heatherloreen...</a>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[Live with Intention...    ~Radmacher]]></title><link>http://heatherloreen.tblog.com/post/1970002894</link><guid>http://heatherloreen.tblog.com/post/1970002894</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 22:05:01 -0700</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Tonight I watched a movie about going into the wild and abandoning all material possessions associated with society, confinement and hesitation.  Being alone in nature instilled within the main charac... <a href='http://heatherloreen.tblog.com/post/1970002894'>more from heatherloreen...</a>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[pieces]]></title><link>http://heatherloreen.tblog.com/post/1969990891</link><guid>http://heatherloreen.tblog.com/post/1969990891</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 20:22:43 -0700</pubDate><description><![CDATA[&ldquo;It&rsquo;s only a city,&rdquo; my brother reminded me. He was driving through Chicago and decided to call while he passed my college.&ldquo;Remember when you were homesick that firs... <a href='http://heatherloreen.tblog.com/post/1969990891'>more from heatherloreen...</a>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[a struggle..]]></title><link>http://heatherloreen.tblog.com/post/1969978885</link><guid>http://heatherloreen.tblog.com/post/1969978885</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Mar 2008 17:27:51 -0700</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Hesitant to think things through or even write, I wondered why a sentence kept running through my mind&hellip; I know that it was simple and it was said with nothing but direct honesty, but I think th... <a href='http://heatherloreen.tblog.com/post/1969978885'>more from heatherloreen...</a>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[revisions]]></title><link>http://heatherloreen.tblog.com/post/1969970929</link><guid>http://heatherloreen.tblog.com/post/1969970929</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Jan 2008 13:58:49 -0800</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Looking at the decisions that I&rsquo;ve made recently, it is easy to see the presence of the human factor that my Dad spoke of. .I&rsquo;m not sure if I&rsquo;ve explained the idea before but it is s... <a href='http://heatherloreen.tblog.com/post/1969970929'>more from heatherloreen...</a>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[full circle...]]></title><link>http://heatherloreen.tblog.com/post/1969966991</link><guid>http://heatherloreen.tblog.com/post/1969966991</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Nov 2007 15:08:54 -0800</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Full circle&hellip; that is how my brother described life the other day. It seems simple. It is simple. But how does it happen exactly. If someone would have asked me where&rsquo;d I d be four years l... <a href='http://heatherloreen.tblog.com/post/1969966991'>more from heatherloreen...</a>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[joe~]]></title><link>http://heatherloreen.tblog.com/post/1969966028</link><guid>http://heatherloreen.tblog.com/post/1969966028</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 23:09:46 -0800</pubDate><description><![CDATA[ I first met Joe when I was in preschool at Saint Margaret Mary&rsquo;s. When I think of him, so many images rush  by in frames,. Nothing monumental just small moments where he is clear within my m... <a href='http://heatherloreen.tblog.com/post/1969966028'>more from heatherloreen...</a>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[the driveway]]></title><link>http://heatherloreen.tblog.com/post/1969960021</link><guid>http://heatherloreen.tblog.com/post/1969960021</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2007 20:21:23 -0700</pubDate><description><![CDATA[I stepped out of Dan's car and dragged my feet towards my back door...his headlights lit the way and the crickets and ciccadas buzzed together with my thoughts. But as I patted the windowsill checking... <a href='http://heatherloreen.tblog.com/post/1969960021'>more from heatherloreen...</a>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[run]]></title><link>http://heatherloreen.tblog.com/post/1969956243</link><guid>http://heatherloreen.tblog.com/post/1969956243</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Aug 2007 20:45:19 -0700</pubDate><description><![CDATA[i am flying.
I straighten my body and concentrate on control and form.
The hill pulls my legs down faster and my feet hover above the ground's surface for a moment and set down on the pavement--an a... <a href='http://heatherloreen.tblog.com/post/1969956243'>more from heatherloreen...</a>]]></description></item></channel></rss>