<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229375</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:32:29.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAZELNUT</title><subtitle type='html'>musings of a modern mystic</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazelnut.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazelnut.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ulla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229375.post-116215281842160015</id><published>2006-10-29T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T15:13:38.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meteor part 2

... then...when i finish hyperventilating  ...i  look again, and it is  a stranger.  

a look-alike. 

somebody else's

 ex.

&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mantra on seeing the homeless:&lt;/span&gt;
 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's someone's baby; someone's mom/dad, someone. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not me, not mine, praise god.
&lt;/span&gt;


strapped to the driver's seat, locked in the car,  i look away.
 wait for the stoplight to change
 so
 i can drive on, and keep my heart safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229375-116215281842160015?l=hazelnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/116215281842160015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/116215281842160015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazelnut.blogspot.com/2006/10/meteor-part-2.html' title=''/><author><name>ulla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229375.post-116198224032864820</id><published>2006-10-27T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T16:50:40.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Sometimes you think you're going along just fine; then a meteor hits you.   A ball of flaming rock from outer space.  Know what i mean?&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;End of a weekday, driving home,  humming along with the song in my head (Louis Armstrong, "what a wonderful world"...ta da dum, ta da dee...)    autumn, cold wind in the city, a little rain.  &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;(... ta da dee dee de dee...) waiting at a stop light, look left-- (...and i think to myself,  ta da dum ...) look right--&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;man sleeping on bench at bus stop--  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;(...yes,   we're used to that,  ta da dee...,)
look again... his coat pulled up like a blanket-- i can see his face&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;it is my ex&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229375-116198224032864820?l=hazelnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/116198224032864820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/116198224032864820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazelnut.blogspot.com/2006/10/sometimes-you-think-youre-going-along.html' title=''/><author><name>ulla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229375.post-112562183181358407</id><published>2005-09-01T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T20:45:37.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One river, many wells.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Here's an image of Spirit in the world:&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;One river, underground, mostly......&lt;/span&gt;
Many branches, streams, springs..
Wells, and buildings at the wells-- cathedrals, temples, mosques.
                                                  &lt;em&gt;(metaphor from Ira Progoff&lt;/em&gt;)


I know a river where speckled trout hover in the current..
It's so clear 
 you can see your words in the water.

We'll pile up an altar of cold stones.
Let's take the long way home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229375-112562183181358407?l=hazelnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/112562183181358407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/112562183181358407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazelnut.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-river-many-wells.html' title='One river, many wells.'/><author><name>ulla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229375.post-93662247</id><published>2005-03-13T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T17:42:13.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I have a Roman in me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He crucifies the Jesus in me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I forgive this. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is hard."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;from notes of Sy Safransky in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The Sun
&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229375-93662247?l=hazelnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/93662247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/93662247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazelnut.blogspot.com/2005/03/easter-week.html' title='Easter Week'/><author><name>ulla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229375.post-111048641439919882</id><published>2005-03-10T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T21:01:50.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>falls</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/4047/640/falls1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/4047/400/falls1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229375-111048641439919882?l=hazelnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/111048641439919882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/111048641439919882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazelnut.blogspot.com/2005/03/falls.html' title='falls'/><author><name>ulla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229375.post-111032988884809093</id><published>2005-03-08T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T14:12:00.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>we are one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(a crowd of us) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are lost in a serious way-- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not just a wrong turn, but &lt;em&gt;major&lt;/em&gt; lost-- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with not much chance of ever being home again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I pipe up, "Is this to teach us what it is to be lost, and then found... like in Amazing Grace?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;As if it were all an exercise, rather than reality.
Then a pair of ministers-- a married couple-- appears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and one ( the woman) says, "Once you have had a tear, you will understand."
She goes from person to person, as if serving communion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;But what she gives out is a teardrop, one for each.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.example.com/mypicture.jpg" /&gt;.&lt;img src="http://www.example.com/mypicture.jpg" /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229375-111032988884809093?l=hazelnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/111032988884809093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/111032988884809093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazelnut.blogspot.com/2005/03/we-are-one.html' title='we are one'/><author><name>ulla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229375.post-111032941413947171</id><published>2005-03-08T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T18:32:52.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amtrak station that helpless feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;there i am in Union Station, waiting ... that's what you do in a train station, right? &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;wait. hurry up. wait.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;good times for con artists... i swear they watch the prospects and talk to each other by cell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;yes, i guess i look like a good target: extra tote bag--designer glasses, raincoat from Jones New York. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm not invisible while i waithurrywait&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A very large woman calls out to me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give me something to eat! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;They took my baby!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She implores:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't go away! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take me with you!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama!&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So... here comes that helpless feeling. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the one you got when you heard the old guy screaming in the ER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--for hours, it seemed like. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or when you saw that fellow drinking from the gutter, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;crouching, stretching his neck down to the rainwater. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you know what i mean.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;there's not a dang thing you can do to help the suffering person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you feel helpless. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you begin to focus on how helpless you are. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's kind of comforting to hear that familiar refrain, and it takes your attention away from the suffering. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229375-111032941413947171?l=hazelnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/111032941413947171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/111032941413947171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazelnut.blogspot.com/2005/03/amtrak-station-that-helpless-feeling.html' title='Amtrak station that helpless feeling'/><author><name>ulla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229375.post-105857516957743009</id><published>2004-12-25T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T18:18:38.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to hazelnuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's get back to the nutcase&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hazelnuts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(See post July 29 2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;If we find out we are created by a loving force, it will change Everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The way we view ourselves, our bodies, our neighbors, everybody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We'll have to carry ourselves like precious artwork. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Respect all things for their holy beginnings.

Yesterday, the yoga teacher said, "we do yoga to balance the body so that we can live more in the spirit."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She gave this guided meditation: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"See yourself on top of a hill, and down below, circle of people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The first circle is your family and friends, people you love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The second is the neighbors, the nation, the world, people you do not know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The third circle is your enemies." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;~~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(ahhh, i forgot to tell you the leader's instructions for when you visualize these circles of people:~~ send them love from your heart.) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Osama Bin Laden," the yogini suggested. "God loves everybody."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i, sitting on my yoga mat, &lt;u&gt;do&lt;/u&gt; get a picture of the third circle , and-- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is all me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a crowd of little mes.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There is no blame-- only mirrors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229375-105857516957743009?l=hazelnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/105857516957743009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/105857516957743009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazelnut.blogspot.com/2004/12/back-to-hazelnuts.html' title='Back to hazelnuts'/><author><name>ulla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229375.post-106099600877628028</id><published>2004-08-15T21:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T17:20:46.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>evening prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thankyouthankyouthank you help! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sorry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229375-106099600877628028?l=hazelnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/106099600877628028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/106099600877628028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazelnut.blogspot.com/2004/08/evening-prayers.html' title='evening prayers'/><author><name>ulla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229375.post-106037615076801923</id><published>2004-08-08T16:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T17:21:50.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it can get lonesome out here among the hunters, being a simple gatherer. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;breathing in, gathering oxygen; sending it to cleanse the blood; breathing out, casting away the old stuff. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* how clean can the blood get, day after day? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ye gods, the cleaning, it is never done!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as long as life goes pumping on, stuff needs to be carried out and cast off. ~~~~~~~~ what a drag! ~~~~~~~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want to eat light, inhale the spectrum, exhale rainbows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229375-106037615076801923?l=hazelnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/106037615076801923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/106037615076801923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazelnut.blogspot.com/2004/08/breathing.html' title='Breathing'/><author><name>ulla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229375.post-105951048830608648</id><published>2003-07-29T16:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T19:34:00.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~~~&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;St Julian of Norwich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;had visions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;She saw the whole world as a hazelnut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And she learned three things: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. God made it &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. God loves it&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. God will take care of it &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;What would it be like...to be as small as a hazelnut?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Insignificant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You ripen and fall without choice; that is your destiny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Powerless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; You fall where the wind puts you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Helpless&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; In time, and without your consent, you will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crushed underfoot, gathered for food, or broken open &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to sprout a new hazelnut tree. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~a source of food? ~~ a seed of new life?
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know i am a good swimmer, so i will attempt the race.~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dog 'knows' she can catch a rabbit, so she goes all out. ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what we 'know'-- what we are sure of-- is the foothold, the foundation for all we do.
what if there are important things we do not know?~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;does the hazelnut 'know' it is created? ~~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that it has come into being through some great principles outside itself? ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;if we humans 'knew' --were sure-- that we were created by some greater agency-- what would we do differently? &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229375-105951048830608648?l=hazelnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/105951048830608648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/105951048830608648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazelnut.blogspot.com/2003/07/what-if.html' title='What if...'/><author><name>ulla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229375.post-105951029277235961</id><published>2003-07-29T16:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T17:23:29.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"pray for forgiveness," they say.  but when I do, a voice says, "forgive yourself."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229375-105951029277235961?l=hazelnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/105951029277235961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/105951029277235961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazelnut.blogspot.com/2003/07/pray-for-forgiveness-they-say.html' title=''/><author><name>ulla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229375.post-95878415</id><published>2003-06-20T19:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T18:17:46.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;what is it that happens to a person when he/she is met by the public with adulation?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i've seen a man eaten alive by his own idea of how holy he was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i've watched folk throw loved ones away to adore at the fungus on a guru's feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O Fame, adoration... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"there is the holy one!."...O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;. O...oh  no! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;projection&lt;/i&gt;... to carry a crowd's need ....Does the heart shut down? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Do the eyes look back in the mirror? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Does the head swell up, like a helium balloon, and lift the feet right off the earth? 


keep me humble, Lord and Lady, whatever You give me to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229375-95878415?l=hazelnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/95878415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/95878415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazelnut.blogspot.com/2003/06/what-is-it-that-happens-to-person-when.html' title=''/><author><name>ulla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229375.post-95419499</id><published>2003-06-07T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T20:51:29.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Encounter:&lt;/i&gt;   May 2003
A stranger tells me in a whisper that she has AIDS.  She looks about to be sure nobody else hears.  She says she has tried all the meds but nothing works.  Now there is a new med and she is going tomorrow to see about it.  I give her a hug and tell her she looks strong.  Later I wonder what it was about me,  that she picked me to give her secret to.   I'm grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229375-95419499?l=hazelnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/95419499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/95419499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazelnut.blogspot.com/2003/06/encounter-may-2003-stranger-tells-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ulla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229375.post-95419393</id><published>2003-06-07T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T18:34:54.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Rumi says:

"All day I think about it . Then at night I say it
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?

I have no idea.


My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229375-95419393?l=hazelnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/95419393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/95419393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazelnut.blogspot.com/2003/06/rumi-says-all-day-i-think-about-it.html' title=''/><author><name>ulla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229375.post-94806774</id><published>2003-05-23T19:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T19:32:11.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Last night the moon came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;


&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;dropping her clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;


&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;in the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;


&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I took it as a sign to start singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--Rumi&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229375-94806774?l=hazelnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/94806774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/94806774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazelnut.blogspot.com/2003/05/last-night-moon-came-dropping-her.html' title=''/><author><name>ulla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229375.post-94547050</id><published>2003-05-18T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T16:10:39.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;is there anybody out there?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229375-94547050?l=hazelnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/94547050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/94547050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazelnut.blogspot.com/2003/05/is-there-anybody-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>ulla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229375.post-94408469</id><published>2003-05-15T16:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T16:14:15.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here's a thought: if i reached out my hand to a sick person, and he/she healed, i would fear being swamped by desperate requests of others... having no idea how "i" did the healing, or if "i" could do so again... that would be  a terrible feeling, i think i would drown in the needy.  so perhaps thought jesus, who, after raising a person from the dead, said "tell no man."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229375-94408469?l=hazelnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/94408469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/94408469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazelnut.blogspot.com/2003/05/heres-thought-if-i-reached-out-my-hand.html' title=''/><author><name>ulla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229375.post-94168877</id><published>2003-05-11T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T18:56:44.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what is it that makes me leery of power?  if ever i have had power, i have given it away.  it is obvious that people  treat you differently if you have power ... if they want something from it. and power corrupts...or comes with all the opportunities to become corrupt....sell out. i prefer to be somebody from whom others want nothing. it is not messy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229375-94168877?l=hazelnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/94168877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/94168877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazelnut.blogspot.com/2003/05/what-is-it-that-makes-me-leery-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ulla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229375.post-93944762</id><published>2003-05-07T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T15:39:37.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WE HAVE COMMON DREAMS, THEMES WE ALL SEEM TO PLUMB.   dreams of travel-- &lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;dream travel.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;flying, of course.  and swimming.  also rollerbading, skateboarding, and ice skating --all at magical speeds and with the ease of mastery.  Everybody dreams these travel dreams,  i am told.   Other  themes commonly held are &lt;i&gt;school dreams&lt;/i&gt;: back in school, and cannot pass exams.    Then there are &lt;i&gt;dreams of non-travel--&lt;/i&gt; wherein one misses the train, plane, or bus; or cannot start the car, or dives into water, but cannot sink in. arms move in freestyle, but more or less bounce off the water surface.  &lt;i&gt;Dreams of houses          &lt;/i&gt;places one half remembers, places unknown but seen with a shock of belonging.  And what about &lt;i&gt;dreams of celebration?  &lt;/i&gt;singing and dancing dreams, dreams of nature in its bounty....WE HAVE A COMMON DREAM STORY, and it is made of longing, loss, trials, and joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229375-93944762?l=hazelnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/93944762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/93944762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazelnut.blogspot.com/2003/05/we-have-common-dreams-themes-we-all.html' title=''/><author><name>ulla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229375.post-93886230</id><published>2003-05-06T17:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T17:29:24.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what if... we had to meet &lt;i&gt;ourselves--(..."&lt;/i&gt;hello, i honor and respect you....") at our &lt;i&gt;worst &lt;/i&gt;every single day?   would we grow humble? or would be grow afraid?    contemplatives of many faiths have said that what we meet in the world is really ourselves, as in a mirror.  the mirror reflects back what we bring to it: anger, peace, judgement, love...  in this way we create our own reality.   at best, this is a teaching tool, at worst, a kind of Dante-esq torment.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229375-93886230?l=hazelnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/93886230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/93886230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazelnut.blogspot.com/2003/05/what-if.html' title=''/><author><name>ulla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229375.post-92906261</id><published>2003-04-19T18:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T19:20:18.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;what if ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;

&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;let's take the long way home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;there is a river with speckled trout and cold stones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sometimes you can see your words in the water.


maybe we can find  quiet there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229375-92906261?l=hazelnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/92906261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/92906261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazelnut.blogspot.com/2003/04/what-if-lets-take-long-way-home.html' title=''/><author><name>ulla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229375.post-92742197</id><published>2003-04-16T18:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T18:44:09.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;what if zorro stopped fencing and took off his mask?  said,  'let's talk about this....blah,blah,  i feel your pain....etcetera,..thanks for sharing. '.....?
...&lt;i&gt;It would be...BORING&lt;/i&gt;               nobody wants to watch that. it's not a movie, it's not a story, it's not a plot.  &lt;i&gt;for god's sake, it's just talk therapy.&lt;/i&gt;    well, maybe woody allen can make it into a movie.    but the point is,  nobody is &lt;i&gt;entertained &lt;/i&gt;by other people's yakety yak, with no mask, no sword...

 so why should we tell each other our deep sad personal histories? what &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; there besides entertainment?

&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229375-92742197?l=hazelnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/92742197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/92742197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazelnut.blogspot.com/2003/04/what-if-zorro-stopped-fencing-and-took.html' title=''/><author><name>ulla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229375.post-92452355</id><published>2003-04-11T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T17:39:20.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229375-92452355?l=hazelnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/92452355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/92452355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazelnut.blogspot.com/2003/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ulla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229375.post-92452332</id><published>2003-04-11T17:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T17:38:47.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;uh-oh.                                      what would i do if i found out that, by some fluke of your imagination, i was carrying a masterpiece of michaelangelo's&lt;i&gt;?                                                                       you would have to get a good careful grip on it?                                                             &lt;/i&gt;      and     what if i found out i myself was made by a great genius?               &lt;i&gt;well, you'd have to treat yourself better--get a new pair of reeboks,etc. ha. to get a grip.  oh... are we talking about hazelnut theory?                                &lt;/i&gt;  the same.   call me nutella. the little nut.                                    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229375-92452332?l=hazelnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/92452332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/92452332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazelnut.blogspot.com/2003/04/uh-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>ulla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229375.post-92059587</id><published>2003-04-05T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T21:04:12.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What we  know</title><content type='html'>~~~&lt;i&gt;i know i am a good swimmer, so i will attempt the race.~~~
a dog "knows" she can catch a rabbit, so she goes all out. &lt;/i&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~

what we &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;'know'-- &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;what we are sure of-- is the foothold, the foundation for all we do.************

what if there are important things we &lt;b&gt;do not &lt;/b&gt;"know?"~~~~~~

&lt;i&gt;does the hazelnut 'know' it is created? ~~ that it has come into being through some great principles outside itself?&lt;/i&gt;

~~~~`if we humans 'knew' --were sure-- that we were created by some greater agency-- what would we do differently? ~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229375-92059587?l=hazelnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/92059587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/92059587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazelnut.blogspot.com/2003/04/what-we-know.html' title='What we  know'/><author><name>ulla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229375.post-91949182</id><published>2003-04-03T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T20:07:10.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What would it be like...to be as small as a hazelnut?       &lt;i&gt;Insignificant.&lt;/i&gt;
You ripen and fall without choice; that is your destiny.     &lt;i&gt;Powerless. &lt;/i&gt;
You fall where the wind puts you       &lt;i&gt;Helpless.&lt;/i&gt;
   In time,  without your own consent,  you will be crushed underfoot,  gathered for food, or broken apart to sprout a new hazelnut tree.
&lt;i&gt;a source of food !&lt;i&gt;
 &lt;/i&gt;a seed of  new life!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229375-91949182?l=hazelnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/91949182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/91949182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazelnut.blogspot.com/2003/04/what-would-it-be-like.html' title=''/><author><name>ulla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229375.post-91744898</id><published>2003-03-31T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T20:50:21.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~~~St Julian of Norwich had visions~~~
She saw the whole world in a hazelnut
 And  she learned three things:
1. God made it
2. God loves it
3. God will take care of it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229375-91744898?l=hazelnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/91744898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229375/posts/default/91744898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazelnut.blogspot.com/2003/03/st-julian-of-norwich-had-visions-she.html' title=''/><author><name>ulla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
